Chapter 131
Born as a man, he had enjoyed the glory of his life and had seen the ultimate of martial arts, so it was a life without regrets.
However, in the end, everything was collapsing like a sandcastle.
From the ambition to create a thousand-year foundation for the evil path empire, starting with the Black Contemplation Fortress, to the prestige as an absolute being.
Every single one of his footprints that he had engraved would be covered over.
Jeul's body, which had been suffering from a demon in his heart for a long time, was losing its strength and collapsing like a rotten piece of firewood.
Although the mysterious power of the Ten Variations True Art was desperately holding on to his breaking body, this was also a futile struggle.
How could a broken embankment block a flooding river?
Starting from his dantian, his internal energy, whose end was unknown, seeped into the air like rainwater falling on a desert.
"How is it? If you pledge your loyalty even now, I will save you. If you do so, you will be reborn as an immortal being."
Su Hu once again bestowed mercy on Jeul.
It was by no means a common thing for him to make a suggestion to a mere human twice.
His low voice sweetly lingered in Jeul's ears.
As the internal energy of the Ten Variations True Art that had been surging in his dantian scattered, Su Hu's one word drew out an irresistible sense of obedience.
"What meaning would that have?"
But Jeul threw away the fear and the temptation for life that were blooming in his heart.
Su Hu could not hide his surprise when Jeul, who had become extremely weak as his strength was exhausted, refused his soul-captivating word spirit.
If he left him like this, it was clear that Jeul's body would be completely broken and his soul would be dragged to the Sealing God Platform.
Although he could forcibly make him a slave without a self, Su Hu had no intention of giving such a humiliation to a strong human who had faced him with dignity.
"What are you hesitating for? Since you have won, now take your reward."
At the dignified appearance of Jeul, before whom death was already looming, Su Hu quietly put his hands behind his back and raised his head.
"How can your life be a reward to me? Since you dared to face me, I will not bestow upon you the glory of meeting your death at the hands of this king."
"Stop!"
A sharp voice echoed in the Paecheon Pavilion, where the power of the formation had completely disappeared.
Shiyue, with his disheveled hair, had discovered Su Hu and Jeul and was hurriedly moving his body towards them.
'I can't believe it! I can't believe it!'
Shiyue, who had been able to find their battlefield properly as soon as the power of the ultimate formation had disappeared, could not help but be greatly surprised at the result that was unfolding before his eyes.
The loser was Mo Guangdi, the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress, and the winner was Su Hu, the master of the So family manor.
Jeul was just barely supporting his body as if he were a living corpse.
Even that seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.
"How can this be..."
Although he had guessed that the masters of the So family manor would face Mo Guangdi here, Shiyue had never dreamed of Jeul's defeat.
No matter how much the disease had tormented him, who could dare to defeat him, one of the Twelve Honored Ones and the king of the evil path?
The ultimate formation was set up in the Paecheon Pavilion to subdue Jeul, not to kill him.
If Jeul were to die like this, the aftermath would surely be enormous, and moreover, the shock that Jeshin would receive was something that even he could not handle.
"Shiyue...?"
"Yes... supreme one..."
Shiyue, hearing the powerless voice coming from Jeul, hurriedly prostrated himself and lowered his head.
Although he had plotted a rebellion for Jeshin, he was a master he had served for decades.
Seeing his miserable final appearance, regret, pain, and the sense of accomplishment of having achieved Jeshin's great cause were mixed, and Shiyue's heart was in turmoil.
"Shiyue... you have joined hands with a demon to have the Black Contemplation Fortress."
"It was not for me to have it, but everything was for Young Master Shin..."
"Hahaha! After losing the precepts in Sichuan, is it now Jeong's turn?"
Jeul, as if he could not see well, burst into a hollow laugh with his unfocused eyes.
"Will you be able to protect Shin's life, unlike this foolish father?"
At Jeul's question, Shiyue trembled slightly.
His one word was surely a statement made with the monsters of the So family manor, who were lined up before their eyes, in mind.
"Young Master Shin will achieve the evil path world."
"Zhong... in the end, it is up to you. Why are you still closing your eyes?"
A word from Jeul whose meaning was unknown.
But Shiyue did not ask back and waited for Jeul's next words, prostrating himself for a long time.
Rustle... thump... thump...
A sound of something falling was heard above the head of the prostrating Shiyue.
Shiyue, who had carefully raised his head, saw Jeul's body gradually breaking into pieces and crumbling, raising a cloud of dust.
Shiyue, with an agonized expression, slammed his head on the ground with all his might.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He too would one day pay the price for his rebellion.
Su Hu, looking at Shiyue who was bowing until his forehead was broken, turned his head as if he had lost interest.
His body floated up and returned to the side of his subordinates who were waiting for him.
"Look."
At Su Hu's one word, the two pupils of him and his subordinates shone brightly.
Flash!
A dazzling flash of light shot up to the sky from Jeul's body, which was now completely turned into powder and was scattering.
At the same time, the clouds in the sky shook, and a roar like a thunderbolt began to spread in their ears.
"Mo Guangdi's soul has been sealed."
Su Hu, with an unpleasant expression, watched the scene of his soul disappearing.
Although it was a pity that he had not been able to get his hands on Jeul, in the end, the power of the Sealing God Platform would also be his.
If that happened, Jeul, who had been sealed as a god of the Sealing God Platform, would also be in his grasp.
It was a soul that was powerful enough to compete with him.
The sky, which had sucked in Jeul's soul, was flashing with a five-colored light and was showing its satisfaction.
How many people could see this sight with their own two eyes?
Since Jeul, who had been the biggest obstacle in obtaining the Black Contemplation Fortress, had been eliminated, it was a natural step for Jeshin to ascend to the throne of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Now, preparations for the next stage were needed.
"We're going back."
Su Hu, after looking at the crying and suffering Shiyue one more time, completely disappeared from the pavilion with his subordinates.
* * *
Although all the warriors assigned to the inner court of the Black Contemplation Fortress had been mobilized due to the chaos that had occurred in the great hall, a small number of people were still on guard to protect the secret chamber of the inner court.
They were the ones who were guarding Wen Zhong's bedchamber, and although they had an anxious expression, they were faithfully carrying out their assigned mission.
Thump, thump.
"Wait!"
At that moment, a mysterious man appeared at the entrance of the secret chamber, where a triple guard was spread out.
The man, who was wearing a red robe and had his face covered with a thin cloth, was surely a person of the So family manor at a glance.
As he approached the warriors who were on guard, the warriors frowned at the fishy smell of blood and blocked him.
"This place is off-limits. Why is a person from the So family manor still here..."
Slash!
"Ah, no!"
The head of the warrior who had been blocking the entrance fell, and soon a fountain of blood gushed out.
The man in the red robe, who had taken out his long fingernails, grinned and stepped on the corpse and approached another warrior.
Although the warrior drew his sword and immediately rushed at the man, that was only his thought. Since his hand, which was about to strike, was holding the sword and was frozen and was not moving, he had to look at the man who was slowly approaching him with his eyes wide open.
"What a pity... what a waste of blood."
The Red Sorcerer, who had received Su Hu's order, felt a sense of intoxication from the smell of the blood of the vigorous warriors and split the head of the stiff man in half in one go.
The order he had received was too strict to be faithful to his immediate desires.
Moreover, if he were to drag his feet and his traces were to be discovered, it could affect the great event.
He had to carry out the order as quickly as possible.
He felt with his sharp senses that the warriors who had felt the commotion were rushing from inside the secret chamber.
Like a swarm of moths throwing themselves at a fire, the warriors who did not know death and had rushed into the throat of the predator began to fall before him one by one, spewing blood from their five orifices.
"Protect the Grand Preceptor!"
At this point, it was no different from having poked a beehive.
The dozen warriors who had been on guard in the innermost part built a joint formation and blocked the Red Sorcerer's entry.
"How dare you! Do you know where this is!"
"It smells of a rotten corpse... it must have been fragrant when it was alive, but it's just disgusting like this."
The smell of medicinal herbs and pus was mixed in his sharp sense of smell.
The Red Sorcerer, frowning, lightly gestured towards the warriors.
Hiss!
"Sorcery!"
From the corpses whose necks had been cut and blood was pouring out, streams of blood rose up and began to fly towards the warriors like blades.
The warriors who were touched by the boiling streams of blood screamed in terrible burns and fell, or were cut and vomited blood and died.
Although the martial prowess of the warriors who were guarding the inner chamber was great, the Red Sorcerer did not feel any difficulty in eliminating them.
The Red Sorcerer, who had broken through all the guards who were guarding the inner chamber in an instant, waved his hand lightly to ward off the smell and slowly moved his feet towards the door of the chamber where Wen Zhong was staying.
Clatter!
The Red Sorcerer, who had kicked away the dismembered bodies and had opened the door, found Wen Zhong, who was sleeping as if he were dead on the huge bed.
"Phew!"
As he lightly blew with his mouth, the veils that had been filling the room, along with his veil, began to be pushed out of the chamber.
And inside, only the fishy smell of blood, which was so thick that it felt sticky, was full.
"Hmm... now I feel like I can live."
Pale skin and sharp teeth.
The eyes, which shone like amber, were emitting a glistening luster and were looking around.
The Red Sorcerer, as if he were satisfied, approached the sleeping Wen Zhong very slowly.
The Black Qilin, Wen Zhong.
A superhuman who was said to be one of the Twelve Honored Ones of the World, along with Mo Guangdi, who was called the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
No matter how much a human trained, he could not achieve the same realm of immortality as himself.
In the end, no matter how strong a human was, his end was so miserable.
"I have heard of your reputation in the Hermit's Valley. But to think that I would see you like this..."
The Red Sorcerer, with a sense of pity, uttered a word.
The Red Sorcerer was also a demon who had once driven his world into fear.
Although he was now under Su Hu's rule, the desire for the blood of the strong was still burning in his chest.
"There will be other opportunities..."
The Red Sorcerer stroked Wen Zhong's rough forehead with his white, long fingers.
"Hmm?"
The Red Sorcerer, at the strange feeling he felt for a moment, tilted his head.
Although he smelled like a corpse, a hot heat was rising from Wen Zhong's forehead.
It was as if he had a fever.
"What a strange thing. If it weren't for the order, I would have taken you and experimented on you..."
Thump! Thump! Thump!
As he listened carefully, although his body was surely dead, the sound of a fiercely beating heart was heard.
The Red Sorcerer decided to kill Wen Zhong and to take out his heart and to make it his collection.
Shiver!
At the tremendous chill he felt for a moment, the Red Sorcerer trembled slightly.
Something...
The atmosphere shook, and an intense magic was instantly manifested in the sky of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
A strange sensation he had felt in the Hermit's Valley in the past.
"My lord has eliminated Mo Guangdi!"
(End of Chapter)