Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 731 - 632: Spiritual Cultivation, Myth Organization

"My undefeated surpasses your undefeated!"

"It's time for this legend to come to an end!"

"Even if Beta Cat can beat others, it still can't beat me."

"With a win rate of a hundred percent, Beta Cat only has fifty."

This year, the Western AI Beta Cat burst onto the scene, defeating various Go champions, even achieving fifty consecutive wins on online battle platforms.

Just when the world thought the myth of Go, proclaimed as the most difficult intellectual sport in the world, was about to be shattered.

Song Lin faced the media and made a bold declaration.

The arrogant and youthful Go prodigy's remarks naturally sparked a media frenzy and heated discussions on social platforms, most of which were mocking him—except for Song Lin's fandom, which defended him fervently.

"Brother will definitely beat Beta Dog."

"Brother is working so hard, you guys aren't allowed to bash him!"

Seeing these comments, Song Lin couldn't help but feel a secret thrill.

So this is what it feels like to have fandom supporters.

Such popularity naturally didn't escape the attention of Beta Cat's development company.

"Dr. Jack from Guruguru Company formally challenges Go prodigy Song Lin—a best of five matches, with each victory earning one billion dollars; winning all five games means five billion dollars in total."

This meticulously planned publicity stunt.

Starting from weakness to strength, allowing Beta Cat to gain attention, and then challenging the strongest Song Lin, the prodigy hailed as the most gifted talent in a millennium.

Until the hype reached its peak.

As for the stakes?

Can this really be won?

Beta Cat can play millions of games against itself in a single day, constantly improving, while human players only play tens of thousands of games in their lifetime.

Simply not in the same league, like using a cannon to swat a mosquito.

This billion-dollar gamble instantly exploded worldwide.

Three months later.

Song Lin won all five games.

He claimed five billion dollars in one swoop.

Looking at the deathly pale Westerners and the stunned global audience.

Someone asked, "Mr. Song, Beta Cat's computation speed is 33.86 quadrillion operations per second. How did you defeat this most advanced AI?"

"I admit, this AI surpasses the human brain's computational speed, but as a cold, rational dead object, it could never grasp the emotional depth of humanity."

"A single thought can encompass a world; an instant of enlightenment can surpass the computation of the entire universe. This is what defines humanity—an altitude AI could never achieve."

This was also Song Lin's insight during this period.

His current journey signified a true loss of power—not like before, when reincarnation left behind secret openings.

There was even no way back, forever trapped in this realm.

With this realization, he immersed himself further in spiritual cultivation.

These words stirred the world.

More people began to focus on human potential; perhaps humanity wasn't as weak as imagined.

And machines weren't as omnipotent as presumed.

In today's world dominated by computers, they have become the cornerstone tools of scientific experimentation.

Labs recklessly pile on configurations, costing tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even trillions.

The workload of one day exceeds the achievements of all the geniuses from decades ago combined.

But… how long has it been since humanity witnessed the brilliance of inspiration—one spark of genius changing the course of an era?

Song Lin, unbeknownst to him, indirectly altered the trajectory of the world with his casual display of prowess.

And with five billion dollars in hand, Song Lin hurried back to his residential neighborhood.

At this time, Grandma Zhang was surrounded by a group of individuals.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Your Lin is truly successful now!"

"Big sis, you are really blessed!"

Outside, reporters clamored to interview her, eager to uncover the life of this legendary prodigy.

Whether it was his experiences or his appearance and aura, Song Lin was practically irresistible to fans.

Grandma Zhang wiped her tears—not because of the money Song Lin earned, but out of pride for his years of hard work.

Even among the crowd were those who had sneered at her back then, thinking she was foolish for carrying this "burden" when her own life was a mess.

Today's achievements were a slap in the face for them.

Returning home, Grandma Zhang saw two middle-aged men—her face immediately turned ugly as she barked, "Out! Get out of here!"

"Second sister, you've misunderstood; we're here to offer congratulations."

"Yes, we're also sort of Lin's relatives."

Turns out they were family members of Grandma Zhang.

"All of you, get out! Get out!"

Back then, they avoided her like she was the Plague God, but now they were actively trying to cozy up. What a joke.

The door creaked open.

Song Lin had returned.

"Still lingering here?"

As the saying goes, "wealth elevates demeanor," and with five billion dollars, Song Lin's presence was indisputable in everyone's eyes.

Once the others left, Song Lin surveyed his surroundings and chuckled, "Grandma, let's go."

"Where to?"

"A feast, and while we're at it, let's check a few villas—pick whichever one you like."

Grandma Zhang scolded, "Don't be wasteful; don't go flaunting your wealth everywhere."

"Haha, more than thirty billion yuan—it's impossible to spend it all."

Even placing it in the bank would generate tens of millions in annual interest; spending it all would be impossible.

Grandma Zhang still refused indulgence—perhaps she was growing old and simply wanted a little bustle.

However, she regretted it within a few days.

Relatives started pouring in without end. Just while buying groceries, she encountered six people—all with excuses like needing money for a house or claiming cancer treatments—each wanting to borrow money.

Then there were the neighbors, small-time businessmen, and opportunistic troublemakers.

Even people claiming to be Song Lin's real parents—there were over ten of them.

As for those, Song Lin simply drove them away, without care whether true or false—they needed to leave.

Afterward, Song Lin bought a secluded mountain and built a Taoist Temple atop it for cultivation.

Grandma Zhang worked at a welfare center at the foot of the mountain, relieved of any concerns about food or drink—likely just wanting to make good use of her remaining years.

Song Lin also contributed ten billion yuan to establish a charity fund, giving back to society.

Subsequently, he dedicated himself to secluded training at the mountain peak.

With Earth's resources, it was certain he couldn't advance to the highest levels of cultivation.

Thus, Song Lin shifted his focus—exploring the realm of the mind and cultivating a path of spiritual enlightenment.

Late at night.

Under a starry sky.

Song Lin meditated at the edge of a cliff, enduring the Gang Wind, unmoving as he connected with the universe.

His physical strength was already potent enough.

Previously, a mere sneeze from him could pulverize Earth into dust; a single glance could annihilate everyone on the planet.

But in terms of spiritual cultivation, Song Lin still had far to go.

Not just working in isolation, Song Lin purchased piles of ancient texts.

Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism filled several large rooms—not cultivation techniques, but purely theoretical writings.

His spiritual cultivation was still far behind the ancient sages.

As he combed through the texts, Song Lin seemed to uncover a hidden truth.

Earth might be a unique place, unlike what he initially thought.

It gathered myths from all corners of the world.

To know that Earth was in the past—how could it contain legends that only emerged in future eras?

Moreover, many ancient writings were indeed genuine.

Some he hadn't encountered before, contrary to his earlier belief that they were fabricated by later generations.

After all, pseudonymous writings attributed to ancient figures were abundant—in Donghua's jurisdiction over the multiverse alone, there were at least millions of texts attributed to "Eastern King."

Song Lin ravenously absorbed countless pieces of knowledge.

Meanwhile, the now-famous Song Lin attracted the attention of a certain organization.

"Song Lin… This man has talent; recruit him into the 'Myth Organization' immediately."

"Understood!"