Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 723 - 623: Pure Yang Treasure, Demon of Ten Thousand Tribulations

Under the relentless torment of Song Lin, the Kunpeng experienced a fate worse than death.

The various methods of the Buddhist, Taoist, and demonic schools, targeting both body and soul inside and out, were utterly unbearable.

Before long, the Kunpeng confessed.

The torment was indescribable even in words.

It was a thousand times more agonizing than death.

"Emperor Jun possesses the River Map and Luo Shu!"

These words made Song Lin halt.

"The River Map and Luo Shu?"

Song Lin suddenly understood—no wonder the Kunpeng had suddenly turned traitorous.

The River Map and Luo Shu were ancient treasures, the origin of the Innate Eight Diagrams, holding the cosmic mysteries within. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The "River" of the River Map signifies the Galactic River, while the "Luo" of the Luo Shu signifies the interconnected patterns.

Galactic pathways; this artifact can simulate the Innate Eight Diagrams and construct the arrays of the Great Thousand World.

"Where is the River Map and Luo Shu?" Song Lin pressed.

"I don't know. If I knew, I would have taken it long ago."

Before his death, Emperor Jun entrusted his legacy to the Kunpeng.

After Emperor Jun's demise, the whereabouts of the River Map and Luo Shu remained unknown. When the ten Golden Crows emerged, the Kunpeng deliberately concealed the existence of this treasure.

For years, it secretly searched for the treasure's whereabouts.

A suspicion lingered in its heart.

That the River Map and Luo Shu might very well be tied to the Heavenly Emperor's position—perhaps becoming the Heavenly Emperor would unveil the clues.

Due to the growth of the ten Golden Crows, the Kunpeng was unable to act recklessly.

Over time, finding out about the deaths of the nine Golden Crows stirred its ambitions. Who would have thought that Song Lin would suddenly intervene, ruining its plans?

"Enough, this has nothing more to do with you."

Song Lin swiftly collected the Kunpeng's head.

The level of the River Map and Luo Shu should be that of a Pure Yang Treasure—a full name, Innate Pure Yang Treasure. Treasures of this nature cannot be created in the acquired realm but are born with the creation of the Great Thousand World.

In other words, the number of Pure Yang Treasures is fixed. Unless the Great Thousand World is destroyed and reborn, these treasures will remain the same for eternity.

The greatness of the River Map and Luo Shu lies in their mastery of arrays and calculations.

Back in those days, when Emperor Jun's Heavenly Court dominated the world and reigned supreme, it might have been related to this treasure.

Pure Yang Treasures choose their masters; the Kunpeng believed that the Heavenly Emperor could obtain the River Map and Luo Shu because it believed only the Heavenly Emperor was worthy of the treasure's recognition.

But why didn't the treasures proactively choose Xii Jing and the others?

Song Lin returned to the Palace of the Polestar and summoned Xii Jing.

Not long after, a golden brilliance flashed, and a woman appeared before the great hall.

Song Lin recounted the matter regarding the River Map and Luo Shu and asked, "Can you now sense the Middle Thousand World to see if the River Map and Luo Shu can be located?"

This secret was unnecessary to conceal.

A divine artifact belongs to the virtuous; if a Pure Yang Treasure does not acknowledge someone, no amount of effort can claim it.

Moreover, the River Map and Luo Shu originally belonged to Emperor Jun, making it natural for his successors to inherit them.

"The River Map and Luo Shu? No wonder the Kunpeng acted so..."

Xii Jing then realized the reason behind the Kunpeng's peculiar behavior and was struck by Song Lin's frankness. An ordinary person, upon discovering such news, would first conceal it and only announce it after finding the treasure.

She closed her eyes, as the mask on her face emitted a golden light. Through the mask, her divine thought radiated in all directions.

As the Heavenly Emperor of the Golden Crow Heavenly Court, she could sense every corner of the cosmos.

Xii Jing was unguarded against Song Lin's presence. At this moment, if Song Lin struck, she would undoubtedly be doomed.

A foundation of trust had already been firmly established between the two.

Especially since Song Lin knew that Emperor Jun had transcended into Innate Yang Qi. On this point, the two could be considered kindred spirits within the same Taoist lineage.

Xii Jing sensed for a long moment, searching the Middle Thousand World.

Before long, she withdrew her divine thought, shook her head helplessly, and said, "It's no use, I cannot sense it."

"Take your time," Song Lin replied.

Xii Jing hesitated to speak but eventually steeled herself and said:

"In truth, I believe it's you, Brother, who might truly be worthy of the River Map and Luo Shu's acknowledgment."

Divine artifacts choose their masters. If the River Map and Luo Shu truly valued them, they would have surfaced long ago—it wouldn't have waited until now.

"Me? I've tried, but I can't find it."

Song Lin also doubted his eligibility. He had searched more thoroughly than Xii Jing.

"Perhaps the method is incorrect."

"Then I'll try again."

Xii Jing departed to check on the progress of the nine Golden Crows among the ten days.

Song Lin summoned King Wen.

"Gather the others and use calculations to deduce the treasure's location."

"Treasure? What treasure?"

King Wen, though white-haired, radiated a youthful vitality more exuberant than that of an ordinary young man.

"The River Map and Luo Shu."

As expected, King Wen's reaction matched Song Lin's expectations—his eyes gleamed with golden light, and he nearly drooled.

King Wen had once glimpsed only the symbols of the River Map and Luo Shu, and from them, he had derived the Innate Eight Diagrams—this without even seeing the original.

If he were to see the original, his mana would likely reach an even greater height.

"I will arrange it immediately," King Wen declared.

Without needing further instructions from Song Lin, King Wen promptly left to organize his team for a collective calculation effort.

Song Lin stepped out of the Palace of the Polestar and gazed at the boundless starry sky.

If his intuition was correct, the River Map and Luo Shu should be somewhere in the heavens, concealed within the Galactic River's constellations.

Still, this was uncertain—it was merely Song Lin's premonition.

Yet the probability seemed high. Kunpeng had been watching this place for hundreds of thousands of years; if the River Map and Luo Shu had wandered elsewhere, they likely would have disappeared by now.

Divine artifacts are alive; acquiring them requires passing trials.

Deciphering the sprawling starry heavens, interpreting the cosmic star patterns—only then could the divine artifact be obtained.

From this point forward, under Song Lin's leadership, a team of calculation experts was formed, and together they endeavored to simulate the cosmic star patterns.

This task was an immense and grueling undertaking.

This Middle Thousand Earth alone held at least ten quadrillion stars. To calculate their arrangement, trajectories, and deduce the patterns was nothing short of terrifying.

To take Song Lin's computational skills as an example, using exhaustive enumeration techniques, he could perform ten quadrillion calculations in a single breath.

Even so, he felt that finding the answer remained far out of reach.

The Great Thousand World, at the world's extreme edge.

In the region of Yongquan Palace, this star domain was lifeless and desolate—neither the usual pitch-black void nor radiant, but rather ashen gray.

The stars were eerily still, blanketed in a layer of dark demonic mist that diffused throughout the star domain.

This lifeless energy was fatal upon contact.

Some of it even took the form of long serpents, black dragons, and gigantic pythons, coiling around the stars. These massive creatures exuded an invisible pressure that struck fear into the heart.

The deeper one ventured into the star domain, the more demons and ghosts appeared.

This area had effectively become a kingdom of spirits and demons.

This was the Netherworld, the final destination for all life in the Great Thousand World.

For countless eons, endless lives had returned here in death, accumulating immeasurable numbers.

In the decline of the Heavenly Court, it was the Netherworld that reigned supreme.

Today's Netherworld was no longer the Netherworld of old, as any ancient great power might attest.

The Netherworld of the past was not a force of evil.

As the place of life's reincarnation and rebirth, the Netherworld merely carried a slight air of gloom.

Today's Netherworld was something else entirely—ghosts and demons had become indistinguishable, easily colluding with one another.

After untold years of demonic tribulations, the Netherworld had long been corrupted. Souls no longer reincarnated but were instead stored as Ghost Soldiers.

In the depths of the star domain stood a nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-layer Glazed Glass Tower.

The tower was impossibly tall, its peak coiled by a black dragon with a black pearl in its jaws, the source of the pervasive demonic mist.

At the topmost layer of the pagoda.

Endless darkness loomed, shadows upon shadows, and in the center was a throne.

Seated upon it was a green-faced emperor.

His face was dark as indigo, his eyes closed tightly, golden runes etched across his visage. He wore a black-and-gold Ten Thousand Demon Robe and a crown adorned with the Crowd Ghost Pearl.

Yin energy formed Azure Dragons; demonic Qi transformed into Black Dragons, coiling around his dharma body seven times. His head was like jagged mountains, his hair like bolts of purple lightning.

This was the Emperor of the Netherworld, also the King of Ten Thousand Demons. Taoism called him the Primordial Sky Demon; the Buddhist Sect named him Bodian.

An amalgamation of three forces, the Demon of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

This was the ultimate demon of the Great Thousand World, the demonic leader behind all the calamities of the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

On this day, the Emperor of the Netherworld opened his eyes—a void gave birth to purple lightning, which transformed into a purple dragon, soaring beyond the summit and roaring across the horizons.

The Netherworld trembled in response.