Enshrinement as a God

Jejeong's one word painfully pierced Jeshin's heart.

A heartlessness that went beyond impiety.

Although it might not have been his hand that had taken Jeul's breath, it was clear that Jeul had lost his life due to his ambition and plan.

"You... you coveted the Black Contemplation Fortress and finally... committed an act against humanity."

Jejeong staggered as if he were confused.

As he accepted Jeul's death, a shock followed as if the pillar that had been supporting him had collapsed.

Moreover, he could no longer see any loyalty in the eyes of the thousands of Black Contemplation Fortress warriors.

A lonely situation, left alone against thousands of enemies.

The will to fight and the anger that had been flowing in Jejeong's two eyes subsided in an instant, and a cold chill lingered in his head.

Just as the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress had, he too had realized that the scales had tipped.

"You will be punished by heaven. Usurper."

As Jeshin did not answer Jejeong's question, Jejeong bared his teeth and uttered his last word.

Jeshin, without realizing it, clenched his fists and looked down at the platform.

"Tu Xingsun!"

"Yes, supreme one."

Tu Xingsun, who was clearly exhausted, immediately rushed to Jeshin's side and prostrated himself at Jeshin's one word.

"Abolish this man's martial arts and confine him in the Lightless Prison."

"...The Lightless Prison, you say?"

Tu Xingsun, without realizing it, repeated Jeshin's order.

Although they were in a hostile relationship, Jejeong was his blood relative.

The order to abolish his martial arts and to throw him into the Lightless Prison, the prison of the bottomless pit, was not easily accepted.

"Do I have to say the order twice?"

"By... by your command!"

Tu Xingsun, receiving Jeshin's murderous gaze, was startled and cupped his fists.

It was not only Tu Xingsun who was surprised.

Jejeong, hearing Jeshin's order, hurriedly turned his body and displayed his lightness skill to escape from this place.

To lose one's martial arts as a martial artist was a desperate thing, but the Lightless Prison of the Black Contemplation Fortress was literally a hell on earth.

Jeshin's order was no different from saying that he would make him a living corpse and let him rot.

"The Burning Book Division!"

Tu Xingsun hurriedly flew his body, chasing after the fleeing Jejeong.

Judging by Jeshin's gaze, if he were to let Jejeong go, it seemed that he would boil him alive in his place.

Hearing Tu Xingsun's order, about a hundred members of the Burning Book Division began to move with him, chasing after Jejeong.

Although Jejeong's martial prowess was great, this was the Black Contemplation Fortress.

Now, everything in the Black Contemplation Fortress had turned into his enemy.

Moreover, since he had been seriously injured while fighting with Jeshin, it was not a very distant matter to capture him.

Jeshin, without being impatient, looked at the back of Jejeong, who was fleeing in a hurry.

The winner takes all.

If he had not won, he might have been in that state.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sound of Huang Feihu's crescent moon blade hitting the stone floor echoed in the quiet venue.

"The evil path supreme one! The master of the Black Contemplation Fortress! Long live Jeshin!"

"The evil path supreme one! The master of the Black Contemplation Fortress! Long live Jeshin!"

Riding on Huang Feihu's voice, the sound of 'long live' echoed from the mouths of thousands of warriors.

Jeshin turned his gaze to the maids and warriors who had moved to one side of the outer hall due to the commotion.

Shiyue, who had quickly approached Jeshin's side, shouted at them.

"Bring the Black Evil Seal!"

The maids, holding the Black Evil Seal, the seal of the Black Contemplation Fortress, carefully walked towards Jeshin, who was wearing the crown.

Shiyue, just as Jeul had done, held the Black Evil Seal and offered it to Jeshin.

Jeshin looked at Shiyue and the Black Evil Seal alternately.

Shiyue's hands were covered in dust and blood, so they were extremely dirty.

Although his blood-stained Black Dragon Robe and crown were also like that, in contrast, the Black Evil Seal boasted a clean luster without a single speck of dust.

Jeshin stretched out his hand to take out the Black Evil Seal. His tattered sleeves and scarred back of his hand came into his two eyes.

A rough appearance that did not seem to fit to grasp this clean Black Evil Seal.

Everything of the Black Contemplation Fortress that he had so longed for was now about to come into his hands.

Although Jeshin held the Black Evil Seal in both hands, he could not easily raise it to the sky.

The weight of the Black Evil Seal was felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if it were an unknown heavy burden.

An unpleasant feeling as if something was holding him.

[Originally, a king is only completed by stepping on blood. The guilt of now will also be the king's greatest nourishment.]

As someone's voice, which he could not tell whether it was a hallucination or a telepathic message, was heard in his ears, Jeshin's body trembled for a moment.

The weight of the Black Evil Seal in both hands was felt as light as a feather.

The fact that a mere seal was felt as a weight of a thousand pounds was surely his illusion.

"Waaah!"

"Loyalty! Loyalty! Loyalty!"

As Jeul raised the Black Evil Seal high, the cheers of the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress erupted.

The numerous martial artists who had watched the end of the blood-stained coronation ceremony also looked at Jeshin, who had become the new supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress, overturning everyone's expectations, with confused eyes.

The master of the Black Contemplation Fortress, Jeshin, and the death of Mo Guangdi, Jeul.

Both pieces of news were news that would shake the world.

In particular, the death of Mo Guangdi, Jeul, had a special meaning. Wasn't it the first time that one of the Twelve Honored Ones of the World, who had been seen as immortal beings until now, had passed away?

Moreover, if even the superhuman warriors whose life and death were now uncertain, such as the Black Qilin of the Black Contemplation Fortress and the Sword Immortal of the Sichuan Alliance, were to disappear into the back of history, it was natural that a tectonic shift would occur in the world's situation, which was represented by the Twelve Honored Ones.

It was the law of nature that the seasons passed and a new spring came, so perhaps they were witnessing the beginning of a new order in the martial world.

Only the heavens would know whether Jeshin could establish himself as the new evil path supreme one in the Black Contemplation Fortress without Mo Guangdi in the future.

"Shiyue."

"Yes, supreme one."

"The Paecheon Pavilion was a place where my father enjoyed staying, so drain the lake there and fill it with wine instead of water. Prepare meat and food, and wrap the trees and stones with white cloth to make a single offering."

"What?"

"I... will offer the first offering to my father there. From now on, I will hold a grand ritual at the Paecheon Pavilion every month to honor my father's soul, so prepare for it."

It was an excessive order, and an order that could be misunderstood by others.

However, it was the first order of Jeshin, who had become the master of the Black Contemplation Fortress.

Shiyue did not say a word at Jeshin's order to honor Jeul's soul.

"By your command."

Jeshin looked at the venue with a tired expression.

Although he had hoped that Jeul would personally place the crown on his head, that wish could never be fulfilled now.

Jeshin's heart became stuffy and gloomy.

If Daji were by his side at a time like this... he wanted to throw everything away and to go see Daji's face right away.

Meanwhile, among the numerous crowds who had been pushed out of the outer hall, a considerable commotion arose, pushing through the numerous heats that were spreading like a wildfire at Jeshin's enthronement.

"There, there!"

Jeshin and Shiyue, who had naturally turned their gazes to the place where the crowds were noisily parting, and even the pupils of Huang Feihu, who had turned his head while prostrating himself, began to shake greatly.

A person who had not even been expected had appeared in the venue.

"Is it a... a miracle?"

Shiyue, stuttering, rubbed his blurry two eyes.

A peerless master who had been thought to be unable to recover had appeared before their eyes.

Shiyue shed tears, realizing once again that his faith had not been wrong.

The qilin was the divine beast of the king.

Perhaps the heavens were telling them that the mandate of heaven was with Jeshin.

"Grand Preceptor Wen!"

Jeshin, who had a clearly tired expression, unknowingly ran towards the man himself.

It was truly a great commotion, and a great chaos.

"One has gone and one has awakened. Should I see it as the heavens have achieved a balance?"

And there was a man who was watching the chaos of the Black Contemplation Fortress from the roof of the great hall.

It was none other than Shen Gongbao, who was leaning against the Black-Spotted Tiger and watching the situation.

Although the Black Contemplation Fortress was spread with all sorts of ultimate formations, including the warriors who were on guard, the preparation for the sky was relatively lax.

Thanks to that, Shen Gongbao was watching the coronation ceremony of the Black Contemplation Fortress from the beginning to the end in a special seat, hiding his presence.

"Grrr."

As if it had understood Shen Gongbao's monologue, the Black-Spotted Tiger seemed to be saying something, shaking its neck.

Shen Gongbao, stroking the Black-Spotted Tiger's fur, looked down at Jeshin, who was embracing Wen Zhong.

The new evil path supreme one.

The young master of the Black Contemplation Fortress clearly had a deep relationship with the group of King Seong who had fled from the Hermit's Valley.

The subordinates of King Seong who had already appeared in the Black Contemplation Fortress and the unknown barrier that had been surrounding the Paecheon Pavilion were proving it.

Since even Shen Gongbao's Heavenly Eye could not see inside it, it was not an ordinary ultimate formation, but surely an unknown power was involved.

Seeing it, which was emitting an evil power, Shen Gongbao had a hard time restraining his curiosity.

Moreover, at the same time as the barrier disappeared, Mo Guangdi's soul was sealed, and at the same time, those with a strong power were escaping from that place, which was also captured by Shen Gongbao's Heavenly Eye.

There was no doubt that all of this was the work of King Seong.

"What on earth are you trying to do..."

Did Wen Zhong, who had been staying in the Hermit's Valley, know that Jeshin had planned something with the group of King Seong?

Although he did not know him well, if it was Wen Zhong who was staying in the Hermit's Valley, it was unlikely that he would welcome it.

But it was unlikely that Jeshin could refuse the power of King Seong that he had once borrowed.

The Black Contemplation Fortress was greatly shaken by this incident.

In order to reorganize the inside and to face a strong enemy called the Sichuan Alliance, the existence of King Seong would be necessary.

If Jeshin and King Seong joined forces, it could bring a great disaster not only to Sichuan but also to the world's martial world.

And a war would soon give birth to numerous deaths, which was no different from advancing Hongjun's Sealing God Plan.

In that sense, the fact that King Seong had joined forces with Jeshin was not good news for Shen Gongbao either.

"In that case..."

Shen Gongbao had not liked the Sealing God Plan from the beginning.

Although he had initially tried to prevent Jiang Ziya from sealing the group of King Seong, the situation was now changing completely differently.

The best thing was to prevent the rise of the Black Contemplation Fortress, and if that was impossible, the second-best thing was to prevent the great chaos from crossing Sichuan.

In the Sealing God Plan, Hongjun's biggest long-term piece was, no matter what anyone said, Jiang Ziya.

If it were like this, Jiang Ziya would arrive at the Sichuan Alliance, and a battle with the Black Contemplation Fortress would soon be inevitable.

"It's a checkmate."

The clash between the Sichuan Alliance and the Black Contemplation Fortress would eventually complete the Sealing God Plan.

Jiang Ziya's actions and the rise of the Black Contemplation Fortress. What move should Shen Gongbao make to pierce Hongjun's weakness and to twist the plan?

"I'd rather..."

Shen Gongbao fiddled with the Thunder God Whip in his bosom.

If he were to kill Jeshin in this place right now...

Wouldn't he be able to ruin not only King Seong's but also Hongjun's plan?

"Grrr!"

Shen Gongbao, who had been thinking for a moment, came to his senses at the low growl of the Black-Spotted Tiger.

This was also an arrogant thought. If he were to do such a thing, he would be no different from Hongjun or those who had agreed to the Sealing God Plan.

Shen Gongbao got up from his seat and got on the back of the Black-Spotted Tiger.

Since he had finished his business here, the choice of whether to tell Jiang Ziya this news was now left.

As the heavenly qi became more and more turbid and chaotic, his foresight was also becoming more and more blurry.

That uncertainty was giving fear to Shen Gongbao's choice.

"Let's go, Black-Spotted Tiger."

"Grrr!"

The sight of him flying over the great hall on the back of the Black-Spotted Tiger was like a painting.

Later, those who discovered the scene did not hide their expectations, saying that since a qilin and a white tiger had appeared at Jeshin's coronation, it was a heavenly revelation that the Black Contemplation Fortress would achieve the evil path world.

(End of Chapter)