Chapter 127
The sky of the Paecheon Pavilion was shimmering with a purple light.
Shiyue's order was to boldly dig a trap in the Paecheon Pavilion to confine Jeul.
Tu Xingsun, who had secretly led the construction of the formation, had completed the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation.
Although he had completed a great construction in a short time, the problem was luring Mo Guangdi, Jeul, to this place.
If they could only lure Jeul, they were confident that even if he noticed the trap, he would never turn back due to his characteristic arrogance.
Three of the four gates of the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation spread out in the Paecheon Pavilion were death gates, and only one gate of life existed.
And in that gate of life, Huang Feihu and Shiyue were now panting heavily with a tired look.
"It's a great formation, Head of the Inner Court!"
Even to Huang Feihu, who was a layman in this field, the formation that was now spread out in the Paecheon Pavilion was extremely mysterious.
Moreover, just by luring Jeul to this place, they had achieved their initial goal, and in addition to this, if they could successfully tie Jeul down, no one would be able to deny that a great merit belonged to Shiyue and Tu Xingsun.
"..."
But unlike the excited Huang Feihu, Shiyue's expression did not look very pleased.
Although it was true that he had handed over the blueprint for the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation to Tu Xingsun, the harmony that was now unfolding before his eyes was not something that could be caused simply by the power of the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation.
"It seems that the three of us are not meant to die yet."
Tu Xingsun, covered in dust, appeared with a triumphant expression.
"Since we have captured the monster, let's get out of here now."
The monster was, without a doubt, referring to Jeul.
Although it was a disrespectful word for a subordinate, since all three of them were in a position of rebellion, no one could point out Tu Xingsun's words and actions.
Now, it was important to get out of the gate of life quickly.
However, Shiyue did not show any sign of leaving this place.
"You... did you do something that you didn't report to me while making the Golden Lock Formation?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, did you do something other than the formation I told you about?"
Tu Xingsun could not understand the reason why Shiyue was asking such a question now. They had achieved their goal, and wasn't it time to leave this place as soon as possible?
"That's... there was nothing much different. The lord specially ordered it, so I did receive supplies from the So family manor."
"The young master...?"
In fact, that was not all. After Shiyue had handed over the blueprint for the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation to Tu Xingsun, Jeshin, without even his confidants knowing, had ordered the people of the So family manor to draw unknown patterns on every tree and rock that formed the Four Gates Golden Lock Formation and also to bury unknown objects in the ground.
'What on earth... is their identity...'
The people he had faced in the So family manor in the past had used strange techniques and martial arts that were hard to find.
After that, although Shiyue had tried in every way to find out the identity of the warriors of the So family manor, he could not get any information, as if they had fallen from the sky.
"Let's talk about that later, and let's get out of here!"
A strong wind that made it difficult to open one's eyes began to blow around the Paecheon Pavilion.
"You two go first. I will stay here."
"What?"
"If the supreme one breaks the formation, won't we need someone to buy some time?"
"Are you in your right mind?"
Tu Xingsun asked back sincerely.
If Jeul were to escape the formation, how much time could Shiyue buy?
It was no different from saying that he wanted to die.
"Then it would be better for me to stay than the Head of the Inner Court."
In terms of martial arts alone, Huang Feihu was the best among those present here.
Although his personal martial arts were excellent enough to be called the King of Escorts in the past, after entering the Black Contemplation Fortress, Huang Feihu's martial prowess had grown greatly to the point of competing for the top spot among the peak masters.
"That's not right. I have something to confirm, so you two go back first."
Tu Xingsun patted King Wucheng's back as if to say that they should go.
There must be a reason why Shiyue was being stubborn in this situation.
Instead of arguing here, they needed to run to the outer hall right now and to help Jeshin as soon as possible.
"Then... good luck."
Following the guidance of Tu Xingsun, who knew the path of the gate of life, the two began to walk out of the Paecheon Pavilion, pushing through the purple mist that was blocking their view.
Shiyue, after watching them completely leave, carefully moved his feet in the opposite direction.
While Jeul was trapped here, Jeshin would defeat Jejeong in front of the people of the world.
In the end, although they had come a long way, that was the core of the plan.
If that happened, the Black Contemplation Fortress would not be able to make Jejeong, who had been defeated by Jeshin, the supreme one.
In the worst case, the Black Contemplation Fortress could be split in two, but in the end, the martial world revolves according to the logic of power.
Who the people would follow was spread out before his eyes as if he were drawing a picture, looking at the future.
However...
In order to do so, it was necessary to tie Jeul down so that he could not take any action.
He was a figure like the symbol of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Although a long time had passed since Jeul's physical and mental condition had been poor, he was still one of the strongest in the Central Plains.
Although the ultimate formation could hold Jeul's ankle, it could not subdue him.
Only Shiyue and Jeul knew what would happen in this ultimate formation.
Rumble!
A loud noise that shook the Paecheon Pavilion echoed.
It was as if the struggle of a tiger trapped in a cage could be heard from here.
Shiyue, trembling with fear, moved his feet one by one into the formation.
* * *
The lake became a great sea and formed huge waves, and strange rocks and stones rose from the sky, and flames rose from the ground, trying to burn and destroy the body.
The appearance of the human standing alone in it was as precarious as a small ferry boat floating on a stormy sea.
However, he was a dragon in human form.
In the ominous clouds that were flashing, a raging black strong qi was flashing and was being emitted from his surroundings.
A black strong qi that absorbed light.
The people of the world, with fear and awe, called him the emperor of Sichuan who swallowed light.
Mo Guangdi.
"In the dangers of heaven and earth, the movements of ten thousand variations unfold, and its ultimate is infinite and cannot be estimated."
In the formation where the boundary between heaven and earth had been broken. Although it was not clear whether he was stepping on the ground or floating in the air, his small murmur was like thunder.
The Ten Variations True Art.
The Ten Supreme Variations.
The Infinite Ten Thousand Variations.
As Jeul slowly raised his hand, a dozen afterimages began to spread out behind him like shadows.
"Hahaha!"
Jeul burst into a loud laugh.
His whole body was full of vitality, and the energy of the Ten Variations True Art was extending throughout his body.
How long had it been since he had displayed the Ten Variations True Art with all his might?
It was a truly pleasant feeling.
As he stretched out his hand, a thick ray of light cut the sea and shattered the rocks.
Thump!
As he took a step, dozens of black lines bloomed and sealed the fiercely burning flames.
The fire soon died down, becoming a powerless ember.
Seeing this mysterious formation, he could not help but feel that Shiyue's talent was a pity.
However, even with such a talent, he had instigated Jeshin and had confronted him, so what could be more outrageous than this?
Swoosh!
As he spread one hand, the afterimages also spread their hands in unison.
Dozens of Ten Variations Finger Swords were displayed from his whole body at once.
The power of the Ten Variations Finger Sword, which was extending in all directions like a black thunder, hit the formation, and the sound of something breaking was heard from all sides, and the energy of the formation began to weaken noticeably.
As the energy of the formation weakened, the ominous mist that had been covering his eyes also began to scatter with the wind.
Jeul, as if he were sweeping away the snow that had piled up on the eaves, lightly waved his hand and cleared away the scattered mist.
"Hmm."
As the mist cleared, the surrounding scenery was soon revealed before Jeul's eyes.
In all directions, the trees and rocks that he had broken and pieces of metal whose identity was unknown were rolling around.
As he had expected, these were surely the elements that formed the formation.
He had unknowingly moved his feet to the pavilion of the Paecheon Pavilion due to wandering around.
Jeul, as the power of the formation weakened, withdrew the power of the Infinite Ten Thousand Variations.
Perhaps because of the repulsive force of withdrawing the power of the Infinite Ten Thousand Variations, it seemed that a chill was rising throughout his body through his blood vessels.
It was clear that the speed of the collapse of his Diamond Body would be further accelerated by this move, so it was by no means a cheap price to pay.
Jeul, who had caught his breath, raised his head, and as the power of the formation weakened, the appearance of the people lined up in the pavilion was gradually being revealed.
"Who are you?"
A dozen masked people looking down at Jeul from the pavilion of the Paecheon Pavilion in the clearing mist.
Jeul did not hide his displeasure.
The Paecheon Pavilion was his garden, the master of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
This was a clear provocation.
Thump!
As Jeul lightly stomped his foot, his body left an afterimage and slowly floated up to the sky.
In the pavilion, there were more people besides the dozen masked people. A person who was looking at him leisurely from a chair on a small platform set up in the center.
"Welcome, Mo Guangdi."
Jeul, who had received his greeting, slowly looked at their faces.
Their appearance was consistent with the appearance of those who were said to be Daji's subordinates.
"The So family manor..."
If one recalled the warriors of the So family manor who were running wild by Jeshin's side, it was not so surprising that they had appeared.
However, the small middle-aged man in front of him was stealing all of Mo Guangdi's attention, more than the warriors of the So family manor who were lined up.
Although he was an ordinary-looking person on the outside, a huge madness that would make even Jeul tense was lingering in his two pupils.
'Is it a chill...?'
Jeul, feeling his skin tingling, let out a hollow laugh.
Had there been an opponent who had made him feel this sensation since he had achieved the ultimate of martial arts and had reached the state of a superhuman?
At least the man in front of him was surely a man who would not be inferior to any of the Twelve Honored Ones.
"Who are you?"
At Jeul's question, he slowly got up.
"I am Su Hu of the So family manor. It seems you didn't like my gift very much."
"Su Hu... was the master of the So family manor such a person?"
Although he had been in Sichuan and the Black Contemplation Fortress for decades, he had not realized that a tiger was crouching under his chin.
After meeting Su Hu, he could somewhat understand why the So family manor was so full of mysterious masters.
'Foolish thing...'
Jeul, recalling Jeshin, swallowed a short sigh.
The Su Hu he had seen was by no means a person he could be with.
Such a person was a ruler, and by no means a person who could be ruled.
Had he coveted the Black Contemplation Fortress so much?
To the point of making such a worst move despite his warning and threat...
Even if he were to occupy the Black Contemplation Fortress, if such a person were by his side, Jeshin would be ruined.
'No, that's not possible.'
However, all of that was only possible when Jeul had fallen here.
Jeul could now harden his mind.
He would crush Jeshin's obsession and threat surrounding the Black Contemplation Fortress here and would create the foundation for the Black Contemplation Fortress's world hegemony with his remaining life.
If he could only give up after losing everything, he would do so as a father's last responsibility.
(End of Chapter)