Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 733 - 634 My Name is Eastern King
"This myth has deteriorated."
It has turned into a force that excludes outsiders.
If Song Lin hadn't agreed to join back then, they likely would have eliminated him, or perhaps seized or sealed the abilities he possessed.
No matter the truth, whether he had intentions of harming humanity or not, they would only act according to their own beliefs.
During his time with them, Song Lin frequently overheard that someone had been sent on a mission or that another Awakener had emerged.
Or, more disturbingly, cases of hunting down Awakeners who refused to join.
Some had even hidden in remote mountain forests for decades but were eventually tracked down.
Their logic was straightforward.
Since you are unwilling to join us and are living outside the mainstream, you must have intentions to harm mortals and must be killed to prevent future trouble. If you hide in the wilderness, then you must be plotting something sinister in the shadows.
Ultimately, anyone who isn't part of their ranks is viewed as a threat and, if they don't cooperate, they are hunted down.
In Song Lin's eyes, these people weren't protecting humanity; it felt more like they were protecting creatures they had domesticated for their own purposes.
They weren't promoting the healthy development of human society.
It was unclear whether the higher-ups of the Myth Organization were indifferent to this or acting intentionally, but their outer forces held sway over every aspect of society, infiltrating the upper echelons of various industries.
Although their wealth appeared legitimate, it was actually part of an intricate network formed by exploiting their relations.
Interpersonal safeguards across industries had created overlapping monopolistic networks that loomed over human society like a web.
In every sphere—business, cultural exchange, even regime transitions—you could find the shadow of the Myth Organization.
If this were Donghua Heavenly Court, these people would have been brought to justice long ago.
However, this world is relatively isolated, giving them an opportunity to exploit the situation.
Upon reflecting on this, Song Lin decided to strike hard this time.
As the largest force in this world, they should know Earth's secrets or possess clues about this realm—or even the whereabouts of the Queen Mother of the West.
Of course, he planned to finish reading through the ancient texts first.
Two more years passed.
Song Lin gradually came to understand the structure of the organization.
From bottom to top, it was divided into outer forces, Earth Immortals, Independent Immortals, and True Immortals.
Most Independent and True Immortals had unique lineages and adopted titles inspired by Ancient Immortal names. The supreme ruler was Taiyi.
"Who is the Eastern King?"
Song Lin found this quite amusing, wondering who might be playing this role.
The spells of the Myth Organization vaguely carried the influence of Donghua Heavenly Court. If his guess was correct, they must have scavenged plenty of relics left by the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court.
The so-called super-powered individuals and Innate Awakeners of this world might actually be descendants of the Queen Mother's abnormal soldiers from that era.
Myth Organization.
In another realm, a place known as the Heavenly Palace.
It was time again for the once-in-ten-years meeting.
Taiyi sat at the center, surrounded by Yama, Siming, the Fire Department Venerable, the Thunder Department Venerable, the Dragon King, Houtu, Phoenix, Divine Dragon, Duke of Thunder, Thousand-mile Eye, and other deities.
Countless lesser deities were also present.
The gatekeeper of the Heavenly Palace was a three-eyed man, ostensibly known as Erlang God.
Taiyi raised his featureless mask to look at the three-eyed man.
"Erlang God, has everyone arrived?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, aside from a few who are busy on missions and couldn't make it, the majority are present."
"Very well, let's discuss the new Secret Realm. This time, the realm is from the Mountain and Sea Era. It's abundant with mutant beasts. Anyone below the Core Formation Stage is prohibited from entering. Each time, only ten slots are available, and the duration cannot exceed three months."
As he said this, Taiyi opened a golden door in the void.
After brief deliberation, they selected ten individuals to enter.
"Zhenwu, go ahead and arrange the sequence. This realm may only close after ten years."
"Understood!"
Bang!
The golden door closed.
The crowd gazed in awe at Taiyi God.
The Taiyi who controlled time and space, the world's sole Heavenly Immortal, was terrifyingly powerful.
After the meeting adjourned, Taiyi lingered for a moment alone, suddenly breaking through space to reach another massive golden gate.
"Immortal Sect, Immortal Sect..."
Taiyi murmured softly, his voice floating in the air.
"Halt!"
That day, while Song Lin was meditating in his residence, the sound of shouting and killing suddenly erupted outside.
Opening his eyes, he stepped out.
High in the sky, several tunneling lights danced and streaked about.
A battle raged among several immortals.
Lightning, frost, flames, and pure golden sword light crisscrossed through the sky.
The target of their attack was an elegant man dressed in flowing white robes.
The man wielded a divine sword and, despite being surrounded, held steady without faltering.
"Pure Yang, why have you betrayed the organization?"
Duke of Thunder roared furiously.
The white-robed man, Pure Yang, sneered coldly: "Betrayal? I was never loyal. Myth and I share irreconcilable hatred for the murder of my father. What betrayal are you speaking of?"
"Those killed by the Myth Organization were all wicked people. They deserved it."
"Utter nonsense. Merely a business dispute, and my entire family was assassinated by your organization. Who, then, is truly wicked?"
Duke of Thunder frowned slightly and said, "If that's the case, why didn't you report it?"
"Corruption is rampant. I see through all of you! The murderer was a descendant of the Eastern King, a Primordial Spirit expert. If you had any integrity, you would punish him! Prepare to die!"
Pure Yang's words fell, and his sword light splintered into ten thousand rays.
Pushing himself to his limit, blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
A Core Formation expert unleashing Purple Mansion-level power was exceptionally rare, leaving even Duke of Thunder and the others stunned.
"Hmm? Heavenly Escape Sword Technique? Swordman Dao?"
From the sidelines, Song Lin witnessed this scene, somewhat surprised.
This fellow called Pure Yang seemed interesting.
Song Lin listened to everything.
Apparently, this Eastern King was quite the villain?
Reflecting upon this, Song Lin decided to intervene.
After releasing his ultimate move, Pure Yang fell into a state of exhaustion and descended to the ground.
The five attackers closed in on him.
Pure Yang plummeted straight downward.
"Cough... cough..." Blood trickled from his mouth, a bitter smile on his face. "Alas, I failed to avenge my enemy."
The killer was the Eastern King's son, nicknamed Carefree Immortal within the organization, a man notorious for his depravity. Pure Yang's sister had been violated and driven to death by this man.
Pure Yang had managed to wound him during their fight but was discovered before finishing the job.
At this moment, a shadowy figure blocked his path. He focused his vision—it was a mortal?
The sudden development made Duke of Thunder and the others pause.
"Song Lin, what are you doing?"
"I'm protecting this man!"
The moment these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in laughter.
"Look at yourself—are you even serious? A mere mortal who can't fend off a chicken dares to boast!"
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit sneered.
"Friend, step aside. I appreciate your kindness."
Pure Yang felt somewhat moved; there were still good people in the world.
At this point, Duke of Thunder descended, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Stop fooling around. What are you trying to do? If you insist on protecting him, you'll have to die alongside him."
The five attackers surrounded both of them, magic artifacts ready to strike.
Song Lin was technically part of the organization and hadn't committed any crimes. If they killed him prematurely without understanding the situation, they might face repercussions.
"I have no grand intentions. I simply don't like impostors using my name to commit evil deeds."
"Your name? What name is that?"
"Eastern King!"
