Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 739 - 640: Born from the Cataclysm, I am the Supreme (Grand Finale)

"Thank you for your hard work."

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad smiled apologetically, feeling sorry for putting all the heavy burdens on Song Lin's shoulders—it was indeed asking too much of him.

Thus far, only Song Lin possessed the ability to save the living beings from annihilation.

It was an impossible mission.

But Song Lin had capabilities beyond imagination.

Countless powerful beings exerted their final efforts, forging the strongest Magic Treasure.

Reversing time and transcending the Great Dao.

"Your cultivation has reached the ultimate pinnacle. From here on, the road ahead is yours alone."

Gazing at the vanishing figure of Lord Lao Zi, Song Lin said, "I will."

Indeed, he would.

He had traversed through the river of time for countless years.

Simple numbers could no longer capture the span of his existence.

He had already surpassed the highest realms achieved by Buddha, God, and other great powers.

He reached heights unknown to any who came before him.

Song Lin stared into the void, watching as the world continued crumbling.

Suddenly, boundless darkness emerged in the pure white expanse of the Three Pure Heavens.

The darkness coalesced into a pitch-black human face.

"Jie jie, you will never defeat me!"

At that moment, darkness poured forth in tides.

"Join my ranks. Death and destruction are the true path to Longevity."

The human face transformed into a figure dressed in dark robes—a Heavenly Emperor.

The Emperor exuded boundless majesty, divine eyes radiating light, with infinite dark wheels revolving behind him.

Each wheel represented a great power.

The Jade Emperor, Taiyi, Buddha, Randeng Buddha, Emperor Yann, the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Jun, the Eastern Green Emperor, God...

Beings who had crossed paths with Song Lin, and unfamiliar powers of exceptional Taoist Realms, all dwelled within the darkness.

Even the Queen Mother of the West was visible.

Facing this, Song Lin remained fearless, slowly smiling and saying:

"Emperor of Netherworld, Dark Taiyi. You seek to destroy the world? Yes, the world will eventually face destruction, just as you will ultimately claim victory."

"If that is true, see why I shall not fail."

"Heaven does not close the path to man. Even the destruction of the Great Dao carries a trace of vitality. The world traversing stranger roads cannot resist, but the seedling world full of life—how will you destroy them?"

"What?" The Emperor of Netherworld felt a sudden uneasiness erupting within.

Song Lin smiled faintly, Monster Chronicles opened, the River Map Robe slowly spun.

"It's simple. I'll destroy the world before you. I am the calamity of the Great Thousand Worlds! The calamity of the New Dawn!"

Boom!

Song Lin vanished, traversing the timestream.

From then on, across countless worlds both past and future.

Song Lin and the Emperor of Netherworld chased one after another.

Song Lin rescued previous great powers, casting them onto Earth, only then annihilating the world, doing everything the Emperor of Netherworld intended to do first.

With each world's destruction, the Emperor of Netherworld grew increasingly stronger.

But no matter what, he could not capture Song Lin and was left trailing behind him, eating his dust.

"Damned fool! What are you doing?!"

The Emperor of Netherworld was bewildered, his heart trembling with fear. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Song Lin seemed to be aiding his efforts, even annihilating worlds faster than any of his subordinates could.

He should have been glad—so why this terror?

Soon enough, the Emperor of Netherworld understood why.

Song Lin was indeed destroying worlds, but not destroying its inhabitants. Instead, exploiting loopholes to save numerous Golden Immortals and great powers.

Golden Immortals had neither past nor future. Even traveling backward through time could not reveal them, but in their dying moments, a fleeting opportunity arose.

Song Lin seized upon these instances, rescuing them and placing them on Earth, hidden from the Emperor of Netherworld.

The result was that the Emperor of Netherworld grew stronger, but the dark wheels in his mind diminished greatly.

At their level, strength was meaningless.

Both held the power to annihilate worlds. Growing stronger merely expedited destruction.

It accomplished little else.

The two figures chased each other, Song Lin relying on the River Map and Luo Shu, wandering extraordinary and bizarre worlds.

The final stretch of the journey.

Kunlun Mountain.

The Heavenly Court lay in ruins, where a green-clad, barefoot maiden sat by the Turquoise Pool amidst falling withered leaves and arid green waters.

The once breathtaking Immortal Realm now lay utterly desolate.

The Queen Mother of the West idly swayed her leopard tail against the ground. Leaning against a boulder, she propped her face with one hand, gazing helplessly at the widening fissures of the crumbling universe—a cosmos nearing annihilation.

Her mana exhausted, there was no escape remaining.

On the precipice of life and death, the Queen Mother felt no fear, merely some regret.

She wondered whether that person had succeeded.

The two seemed like parallel lines destined never to meet.

One in the past, the other in the future.

At this moment, a silhouette appeared ahead.

The Queen Mother raised her head, her face breaking into a radiant smile.

"You're here?"

"Mm."

Past and future, illusion and reality.

Finally, they converged on this day.

Song Lin raised his hand.

The world was annihilated.

In time, all Great Thousand Worlds were utterly destroyed.

Only the Emperor of Netherworld remained, raging powerlessly amidst nothingness.

"Where are you?! Where are you?! No matter the ends of the universe or the world's edge, I will tear you to pieces!"

From then on, the Emperor of Netherworld wandered the boundless abyss of darkness.

He had yet to transcend—there must still be somewhere untouched by destruction.

Earth.

The year 2014.

Various nations observed the continuous decline in cosmic parameters, with solar oscillations becoming increasingly frequent—signaling the apocalypse.

Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, solar flares... countless natural disasters struck endlessly.

As a certain enigmatic organization vanished, the world slipped further into chaos.

Mortal sects found their cultivation techniques were suddenly trainable.

The year 2015.

On this day, the Heavenly Dawn, the heavens bloomed in nine-colored light.

Countless divine dharma images appeared in the sky.

Buddha, the Jade Emperor, Emperor Yann, Taiyi, Hou Yi, Xuantian God, Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy, Emperor Ziwei, the Solar Emperor, and heavenly rulers from Donghua's lineage. From Western Kunlun Mountain appeared the Queen Mother of the West and from Eastern Penglai, the Eight Immortals.

For a moment, the world erupted in pandemonium.

Of course, these gods and immortals were not the protagonists of this world.

At this time, boundless darkness swept forth.

"So, it was here!"

The Emperor of Netherworld emerged, his form vast as the cosmos itself. At his emergence, the world seemed to shatter.

This was a law of the universe, an unstoppable law.

In this moment, a silhouette strode forth from within the void.

Clad in a white robe, black hair cascading like a waterfall, his deep gaze bore no excess dharma images or dharma light yet encompassed all things.

This was the Saint of the Primordial Chaos Golden Core Dao.

Gazing upon the familiar figures, Song Lin smiled faintly and said, "Long time no see. Let's destroy it together."

Boom!

The world plunged into darkness, utterly concluding.

Ultimately, the Emperor of Netherworld triumphed.

His mana boundless, his dharma image infinite, his Great Dao peerlessly supreme.

Yet in the darkness emerged a white glow.

The glow flickered like phosphorescence, as if a single breath might extinguish it.

"What is this?"

The Emperor of Netherworld exerted all his power yet failed to snuff the radiance.

This light was life.

The rule of inevitable destruction was immutable, but the birth of new things was equally unstoppable.

The white glow instantly enveloped the world, and now it was the Emperor of Netherworld's turn to be consumed.

Within the glow, celestial beings and gods appeared by the thousands.

All kneeling in reverence toward the figure in the center.

As the light faded, Song Lin pinched his fingers together and smiled, chanting:

"Above heaven, below heaven, eternal transformations abound. Born before billions of calamities, enduring beyond billions of epochs.

I am the New Supreme!"

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(The protagonist's strength has reached its peak, and even his powers have evolved. There's basically no formidable enemies left. There'll be some follow-ups written later.)