Enshrinement as a God

The Supreme Variation, which signifies the ten stages of the Ten Variations True Art.

Jeul and Jeshin, the successors of the Ten Variations True Art, had achieved the study of the sixth stage of the Supreme Variation, the Six Supreme Variations.

However, a high-level martial art reveals its differences according to one's understanding.

As a result of their clearly different personalities and interpretations, although they were displaying the same martial art, their techniques and variations appeared quite differently.

Jejeong's Ten Variations Five Punishments was a sharp claw that tore the enemy apart.

As dozens and hundreds of sword blades scattered and took on their respective forms, each of those blades was fatal and ever-changing, so there was no one who could stand against it.

In contrast, Jeshin's Ten Variations Finger Sword was the sword of the king's way.

It was a peerless finger art like his father, Jeul's Ten Variations Finger Sword, and its energy extended as sharply as a sword, and it was a peerless sword art that killed the enemy.

However, if Jeul's Ten Variations Finger Sword was like a huge single waterfall, Jeshin's Ten Variations Finger Sword was a pouring rain.

The width of the sword qi that extended from his ten fingers reached about two inches (6cm), and its length could not be estimated.

The sharp sword qi raged and extended towards Jejeong.

The black sword qi spread out like dozens of branches on two straight tree trunks.

The sword qi and sword qi were entangled and scattered like ink spreading on a white paper, and the scattered energy, as if hundreds of flower buds were blooming, flew in the air and burned the air.

Swoosh!

Occasionally, an attack that was out of each other's range or a variation that pierced the opponent's weakness was displayed.

However, both of them were displaying the Diamond Body, the powerful protective qi of the Ten Variations True Art.

The duel was evenly matched.

Since their techniques were free and their internal energy was unobstructed, it was a spectacle worthy of being called a duel of peak masters and a fight of the number one rising stars in the world.

The duel between the two did not seem to be concluded easily, and in the meantime, Jeul looked around the venue with a cold gaze.

Although the Black Evil Divine Army of the Black Contemplation Fortress had also stepped forward to clean up this mess, the rebellious group did not seem to be easily subdued.

Jeul fixed his gaze on Shiyue, who had stepped forward first and had raised the banner of rebellion.

Shiyue subdued the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress who were rushing at him and looked directly at Jeul's murderous gaze.

Surprisingly, Shiyue did not show any sign of backing down even after receiving Jeul's gaze.

Jeul had seen countless people with the same gaze as Shiyue.

A firm resolve.

A will to die was flowing from Shiyue.

"The old ginger has become too spicy."

He, who had been a meritorious retainer and a loyal servant of the Black Contemplation Fortress, had finally committed an act with a wrong loyalty.

It was not just any other matter, but he had damaged his prestige and the dignity of the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress in front of numerous people.

No matter how many merits he had, he had committed a sin that could not be covered.

Thump, thump.

It was a truly strange thing.

Even at this time when screams were heard from all sides and weapons were flying around and taking each other's lives, the surroundings of Jeul were so quiet.

If one were to look only at the distance of about three feet from him, it would be enough to think that Jeul was now slowly taking a walk.

Since no one dared to approach Jeul, who was stepping down the stairs towards Shiyue, Jeul was quietly approaching him like an uncontrollable death.

"Why?"

At the pressure that Jeul, who had approached him, exuded, Shiyue had a hard time even opening his eyes.

His question contained numerous implicit meanings.

Shiyue, looking up at the one who had once been the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress, uttered a short word.

"The one who bestowed grace on me was the mistress, not the supreme one. Therefore, after the mistress left, the second young master has always been my master."

Before this place became the current Black Contemplation Fortress.

A manor was burned by the hands of Jeul, who was called the divine star of Sichuan, and the original owners of that place were brutally killed.

Shiyue, who had once served them, was also captured and was waiting for death, and the one who had saved him from the darkness was none other than the mistress, Jeshin's mother.

"Your wrong loyalty will be the poison that kills Jeshin."

The black energy that was rising around Jeul's body was burning like a wildfire and was revealing his explosive momentum.

Even if Jeul's body condition was not normal, could he survive if he fought with all his might?

Shiyue recalled the day in the winter when Jeshin was fifteen, when he had first revealed his ambition.

When the boy had spread his small palm towards the sky, Shiyue's fate had also been decided.

"The Azure Sky Palm."

Jeul, who had heard Shiyue's one word, let out a hollow laugh.

His words, which dared to discuss the world, had greatly offended Jeul's feelings.

"Arrogant thing!"

A huge airflow surged above Jeul's head.

A black sword made of a small whirlwind was aiming for Shiyue's life.

The Ten Variations True Art.

As Jeul raised the energy of the Eight Supreme Variations, a huge force as if the heavens and the earth were opening up raged.

"Gah!"

How could a human withstand a force like a disaster?

Although Shiyue had counterattacked with all his might, he was shaking like a plant facing a typhoon and was being uprooted and shattered.

But Shiyue, even while facing Jeul's irresistible force, never showed his back.

No matter how much his young lord had decided, there was nothing in the world that was more sticky than blood ties.

And that was a dangerous emotion that could be a poison to Jeshin, who had to concentrate all his mind on his goal.

Shiyue had made up his mind to fight to the death and to become the cornerstone of Jeshin's great cause.

Just as Jeul's strong qi was about to shatter Shiyue's resisting sword qi so easily and to burn his whole body.

The energies began to shake and suddenly began to extend towards Jeul's back.

A huge crescent moon blade that cut the wind and struck down the black strong qi.

Although his eyes were dizzy and he could not see well, Shiyue knew the owner of the crescent moon blade and his ultimate technique well.

The Lion's Beheading Blade.

King Wucheng, Huang Feihu, had seen Shiyue's crisis and had rushed at Jeul.

As a gap was created for a moment, Shiyue gathered the last remaining energy in his old and tired body and extended his sword towards Jeul in one go.

Clang!

Although it was a blow that risked death, Shiyue's sword qi could not even make a scratch on the black energy that was rising around Jeul.

Indeed, Jeul's Diamond Body had not even flinched.

Huang Feihu's blow was also being shattered by Jeul's one move, who had turned his gaze from Shiyue.

Although Huang Feihu had once fought with Wen Zhong, one of the twelve superhumans like Jeul, this time too, he keenly realized how high and great the wall of the supreme level was.

Bang!

Huang Feihu felt his whole body's skin bursting and his blood and qi being shaken by just one clash.

Huang Feihu endured the severe pain and, using the spear shaft like a pole, showed a feat of floating his body in the air and going over Jeul's head.

Jeul, looking at Huang Feihu's one move with the gaze of watching a somersaulting beast, silently stared at Huang Feihu and Shiyue, who were standing in one place.

"Are you planning to die here?"

At the one word of Huang Feihu, who was covered in blood, Shiyue shook his head.

"I didn't know you would come to save me."

Huang Feihu certainly had too much of a sense of chivalry to be seen as a person of the evil path.

But for that reason, Shiyue thought that Huang Feihu was an indispensable talent for Jeshin.

"Let's go!"

Huang Feihu, after looking at Jeul's expression, hurriedly grabbed Shiyue's nape and stomped his feet vigorously.

Although the warriors of the So family manor were maintaining a balance against the Black Evil Divine Army with their strange martial arts and techniques, it was only a matter of time before they were pushed back.

Moreover, if they could not subdue Jeul, it was clear that their adventure today would be the last challenge of their lives.

Jeul, looking at the backs of Shiyue and Huang Feihu, who were hurriedly fleeing, had a conflicted expression for a very short time.

Since both Jejeong and Jeshin were fighting a battle close to a life-and-death struggle, if he left them like this, one of them would surely be greatly injured.

But since there were still many eyes watching, Jeul could by no means interfere in their fight.

And whoever the winner was, this was not what he wanted.

Moreover, if he were to miss Huang Feihu and Shiyue here, after the rebellion was suppressed, the responsibility would soon be borne by Jeshin.

Jejeong would not forgive Jeshin, and he himself would not be able to do so either.

'Have you prepared something?'

Unless they were crazy, it was unlikely that Huang Feihu and Shiyue would face him alone.

Since it was unlikely that they would start a rebellion with just this much preparation, their unnatural escape was surely a decoy to lure him.

Jeul obediently moved his feet in the direction they had fled.

If they had set a trap, he would gladly break through it, and if they wanted a life-and-death battle, he would also respond to that.

He also imagined for a moment that Wen Zhong, who was in his sickbed, would get up and wait for him.

'No, that's not possible.'

Wen Zhong had suffered an injury that could never be recovered.

And that was no different from himself, whose Diamond Body was now collapsing.

Even if the Medicine Immortal were to come, recovery was impossible for him or Wen Zhong.

The two, who were crossing the wall of the great hall and riding on the roof to the opposite side of the people who were watching the great chaos of the Black Contemplation Fortress from a distance, were fleeing straight in the direction of the Paecheon Pavilion.

"What a poor performance."

Jeul, as if he were on a tour, followed them with his hands behind his back, stepping on the air.

Like a beast slowly chasing its prey, he moved his feet towards the trap they had prepared.

Since the Paecheon Pavilion was Jeul's private garden, it was a place that had not been touched by outsiders at all.

Huang Feihu, who had entered the Paecheon Pavilion in a hurry, put Shiyue down and panted heavily.

"Gasp... gasp... Tu Xingsun!"

When Jeul, who had slowly followed them in the air, had come up to their heads, Huang Feihu hurriedly shouted Tu Xingsun's name.

Rumble!

Then, the sound of the pavilion of the Paecheon Pavilion and its surroundings shaking was heard, and the trees and forests were overturned, and the ground began to be dug up to a depth of one foot.

The Paecheon Pavilion began to shake and to emit a hot heat.

Jeul, who had entered the Paecheon Pavilion leisurely, frowned, smelling the strange energy that was covering the sky and the turbid smell that was rising from the ground.

"A formation?"

Swoosh!

The energy of the Ten Variations True Art, which had reacted to the unusual air, instantly wrapped around Jeul's whole body.

"Is the only thing you have prepared a formation?"

Jeul uttered a word as if he were disappointed.

Huang Feihu and Shiyue, who had seemed to be within reach if he stretched out his hand, were not moving, but they were getting farther and farther away from his eyes.

Although it was surprising when they had made such preparations in the Paecheon Pavilion, where entry was restricted, the more pitiful their talent was, the more he could not forgive them.

Rumble!

The sight of the sky and the earth folding like paper and also unfolding and being mixed up was a new and interesting experience for him.

Certainly, to see it as a simple formation, its momentum was ominous and unusual.

Moreover, he had never heard of the existence of a formation that could confuse the senses of a superhuman who had reached the supreme level, throughout the ages.

Jeul, in the strange scenery where the land he was stepping on was placed in the sky and a river and clouds were floating on the floor, leisurely uttered a word.

"Yes, what is the next preparation?"

(End of Chapter)