Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 464

Kieeeeeeeek-!

Lee Rowoon opened his eyes to the sound of the vengeful spirits.

Kieeeeeeeek-!

The noise was so intense it felt like it would tear his eardrums, and.

Fwoosh!

The blue vengeful spirits quickly flashed before his eyes.

The power within them froze everything around, while also heating it intensely.

This place was.

“Vengeful Spirit Demonic Formation.”

It was the pride of Shaolin, a Shaolin formation that held the history of Shaolin.

He knew he was inside the Vengeful Spirit Demonic Formation.

“…….”

Before entering this place, the things he had seen briefly flashed through Lee Rowoon’s mind.

Ha Semin, Lee Sanhoo, Lee Shinwoo….

The moment Lee Rowoon’s eyes, which had been slowly closing, widened.

Cawwwwww!

The wailing of the vengeful spirits changed.

“Step aside.”

At Lee Rowoon’s command, the rampaging vengeful spirits calmed down.

The vengeful spirits, which had been darting around chaotically, quietly settled down and began to form a blue pool.

Vengeful spirits, the power they possessed was the resentment from their past lives.

If those resentments, which had grown over time, were combined into a single formation, they would transform into something so powerful that even Lee Rowoon could not take it lightly.

Splash.

If he faced each vengeful spirit individually within the Vengeful Spirit Demonic Formation.

Kieeeek….

They were things that could never block Lee Rowoon’s path.

A blue pool.

Swish.

As dozens, hundreds of them appeared, it was as if they were guiding the way.

Splash.

Lee Rowoon stepped on them without hesitation.

-That place, you see.

It was as if Chung Inwoo’s voice was echoing in his head.

-I don’t know exactly where it is either.

After the guy had turned to his side, they had talked countless times.

The topics of conversation included Mount Hua and Eun, but ultimately, it was about one thing.

-No one could be sure where that place was.

About his master.

About Shin Yeoul, whom Chung Inwoo had met.

About where Shin Yeoul had been.

What he had said, and what he had shown.

How he was being treated, what he was eating, and what kind of life he was living.

-You.

Chung Inwoo had said.

-No.

Chung Inwoo, who was about to say something, quickly shut his mouth.

Lee Rowoon had no intention of prying, so the conversation ended there.

Before his eyes.

Ripple.

A blue door had been created there.

A blue light with a green hue, different from the deep blue of the gate.

It was a beautiful light so radiant and beautiful that one could never imagine it was created by vengeful spirits.

Lee Rowoon briefly looked back.

There was also a door there.

The door that had allowed him to step into this place.

If he wanted to.

-It’s the last chance to go back.

It was as if this was whispering to him that it was the last chance to go back.

However.

Swish.

Lee Rowoon turned his head back again.

“If I had thought about going back, I wouldn’t have even stepped foot here.”

Already.

“I’ve made up my mind.”

There would be no more regrets or hesitations.

Like that.

Ripple.

Lee Rowoon took a step towards the blue door.

Swoooosh-!

The countless vengeful spirits that made up the Vengeful Spirit Demonic Formation instantly passed by Lee Rowoon.

Those that brushed past Lee Rowoon.

Whoosh!

Unable to withstand the sacred fire of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, they burned and vanished on the spot.

Not enlightenment, but annihilation, their very existence erased, everything wiped away.

Kieee….

They disappeared, as if thanking Lee Rowoon.

Thud.

Lee Rowoon, who had fallen from the air, stepped onto the ground.

Thump.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the space.

This place was.

“A cave, huh.”

It was clear that this was the cave Chung Inwoo had spoken of.

* * *

Lee Rowoon walked out of the cave.

It was a huge cave.

So vast that one could believe the dark ceiling was the night sky.

Whoosh.

At the same time, a small noise echoed in Lee Rowoon’s ears each time he walked.

However, this was not a sound that anyone could hear.

‘The Vengeful Spirit Demonic Formation is enveloping the entire cave.’

The sound of the flow of energy resonating with the Vengeful Spirit Demonic Formation.

Also.

Whoosh.

The sound created by the huge vortex of energy that this cave possessed.

It was a dark and gloomy cave, with not a single ray of light.

A small torch in the distance only showed Lee Rowoon where he should go.

However.

Saaaah.

The moment Lee Rowoon’s eyes slowly turned golden.

Whoooosh-!

The world changed.

The cave was brighter than anywhere else in the world.

It was filled with a bright blue light, as bright as the blue light created by the vengeful spirits.

Woo-oong.

The walls, floor, and ceiling of this huge cave.

“Buddhist scriptures.”

It was filled with Buddhist scriptures.

It felt similar to the Heavenly Demon Peak of Kunlun, but it was different.

The Heavenly Demon Peak was a prison.

A prison that confined the emerging evil spirits, preventing them from going elsewhere and weakening their power.

A prison that could suppress and control all the evil things that existed there.

But these were different.

This was.

“Shackles, huh.”

It was not a prison, but shackles.

The common point between a prison and shackles was that they both suppressed and confined something, but there was a big difference.

That was the difference in the target.

A prison was for many.

Shackles were for.

‘Just one person.’

It was to capture just one.

The Buddhist scriptures and formations here were by no means inferior to those of Kunlun that had been engraved on the Heavenly Demon Peak.

No, they were even deeper, more outstanding, darker, and more sinister.

Considering that this was to suppress a single being.

-It gives me goosebumps.

If Ha Semin and the others were here, they would have said that.

But Lee Rowoon was not.

Thud.

He had already seen even bigger shackles, and he knew what these shackles were meant to protect.

Thud.

Also, what Lee Rowoon saw was not just Buddhist scriptures.

Zzzzt. Zzzzt.

Things that flickered and disappeared like noise on a broken screen.

They were lined up in front of the wall, like soldiers honoring a king’s procession.

Blue, statue-like monks were closing their eyes with their hands clasped together.

“Guards, huh.”

They were guards.

But they were beings that were alive, yet not alive.

Like the soldiers of the Terracotta Army, they were just beings standing guard over a tomb.

Lee Rowoon continued to walk through the place.

His slow steps seemed to be scanning every inch of the place.

‘This place is….’

And that was the truth.

“Is this where my master has been staying?”

To gauge his master’s space.

“It’s gloomy and dirty.”

He didn’t like it.

The place where he had lived with his masters was nothing short of paradise.

Green meadows, the warm residences of his masters, though not luxurious.

In contrast, this place was.

Crunch.

Wasn’t it no different from a prison?

It was then.

Swish.

Lee Rowoon stopped as he heard the approaching shadow and footsteps.

“Do I.”

At Lee Rowoon’s slowly opening voice.

“Have any reason not to kill you right now?”

It was Beopcheon and the monks of Shaolin.

* * *

“Welcome, Benefactor.”

Beopcheon bowed his head towards Lee Rowoon with his hands clasped together.

“You have come all the way here.”

Beopcheon seemed to have foreseen this situation.

From the time he attacked Mount Hua.

Even when he was humiliated at the conference.

The reason he had been quietly waiting in the Murim Alliance was.

“Did you want me to come alone?”

He might have been waiting for Lee Rowoon to come here alone.

“Yes.”

Beopcheon said without hesitation.

“No matter what the outcome, Eun must be maintained. Now that the system and order of Eun has become Eunha, Eunha must remain as it is.”

“Are you saying I’m going to disappear?”

“I told you, Benefactor.”

Beopcheon said.

“No matter what the outcome is.”

“…….”

“No matter what the outcome is.”

Beopcheon said.

“The order of Eun will be reorganized, and a new order will be established. And that will be….”

Beopcheon smiled faintly.

“The order that Benefactor has been hoping for.”

Shaolin.

“Players will no longer be treated as inferior, and ordinary people will mingle and find their value.”

Their assessment of them might not have been wrong.

“Martial artists will blend in and keep their place.”

The order that Shaolin wanted might not be one where martial artists stood above and trampled on everyone.

“So, as long as Eun exists, that’s all that matters.”

“And it must also prosper.”

Beopcheon said.

“Asia has already been ruled by martial artists once. There is widespread anger and sorrow about that.”

He knew that.

“But Eunha will accommodate all of that and correct the order.”

“You speak as if you’ve been hoping for that.”

“Yes. I have been hoping for it.”

Beopcheon said firmly.

“Shaolin cannot step forward. The righteousness and harmony of Mount Hua have disappeared.”

“…….”

“The Five Great Families prioritize their own families, and the remaining Nine Great Sects have either lost their power or, like Shaolin….”

Beopcheon.

“They were tied up and unable to move. It could even be said that it was dangerous.”

Beopcheon.

“Someone had to step forward. And until that time, Eun had to be safe.”

Beopcheon had foreseen all of this situation.

“And you made it happen like this?”

He spoke as if he had guided this situation to happen.

“Haven’t you already met him?”

Beopcheon said.

“Jegal Shinjae.”

“…….”

“It was a plan he had set up by reading the heavens. To maintain Eun, and also to prosper. And….”

It sounded like Amitabha, such a sound.

“It was a plan to prevent the destruction of the world.”

“It’s sophistry.”

Lee Rowoon, clicking his tongue, said.

“It’s bullshit.”

He could have found fault with Beopcheon’s words as much as he wanted.

He could have criticized him as much as he wanted.

And Lee Rowoon, more than anyone, could have been angry.

“I didn’t come all this way to have a pointless conversation.”

But he ignored it.

“Step aside. Or guide me.”

Master.

Right now, the most important thing was him.

“Yes. That’s why I came.”

“If that’s the case, why aren’t you stepping aside?”

“Because I haven’t received an answer yet.”

Beopcheon, staring intently at Lee Rowoon, said.

“Have you made up your mind for sure?”

“…….”

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

Lee Rowoon’s eyes gradually narrowed.

“Are you ready to know the truth, ready to accept it?”

“Step aside.”

Was that the answer?

Swish.

“Go ahead.”

Beopcheon and the others stepped aside, clearing the path.

Lee Rowoon began to take steps again.

“Amitabha.”

He passed by Beopcheon, turning his back to them.

Even so, they did not move.

Shaolin’s purpose seemed clear.

For him and his master to meet.

And to accept the consequences that followed.

Thud.

There were torches along the path.

Also, unlike the desolate appearance of the cave, a blue light gradually enveloped the area, and vegetation began to grow.

It was a world that was ambiguous to call a cave.

And.

“…….”

It was a world that was all too familiar to Lee Rowoon.

A place where he had spent more time than he had on Earth.

Unforgettable memories, and the memory of the happiest moments.

“Come on in.”

The realm of chaos.

It was the appearance of the place where he had lived with his masters.

“Come on in, my disciple.”

The one with his hands behind his back, showing a benevolent smile.

Though he was a white-haired young man, not the wrinkled old man of the past, Lee Rowoon could tell for sure.

“I greet you, Master.”

It was his master, Shin Yeoul.