Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 1206

1207. The Bizarre Battle of Supernatural Powers (1)

‘Impressive.’

The milky white sword energies that soared high into the sky soon widened, one by one, and before long, they merged to form a massive roof.

It was a roof of light that was comforting to the eye. Yaryul Daeguk felt considerable pressure just standing beneath it.

‘I heard that the divine energy permeating Mount Wudang was at its peak in history, but I didn’t expect it to be this much.’

Yaryul Daeguk looked around.

Old men had appeared. Led by Jo Yang-jin, Hyun-eum-jin, Woon-geom-jin, Woon-heum-jin, and Geum-to-jin stood in their unique stances.

‘None of them have reached the pinnacle. Yet, the pressure is this intense…’

If they had met outside the mountain, he could have killed them all within ten moves, or at most thirty, even if they were from Wudang, who were considered the top of the righteous sects alongside Shaolin. [Shaolin and Wudang are two of the most famous martial arts schools in Chinese culture.]

The problem was that this place was advantageous for the enemies.

Not only the terrain, but they were also drawing in the divine energy of Mount Wudang, which was spread like fog, and smoothly transcending their natural limits. Moreover, divine energy was the natural enemy of demonic energy, making it difficult for Yaryul Daeguk to exert his full power. It wouldn’t be an easy fight.

Yet, Yaryul Daeguk was not nervous.

There was no reason to be nervous. He was one of the pinnacles of the Demonic Cult’s martial arts, chosen by a god. He was one of the strongest in the cult, second only to the single being in the night sky, the god.

Such a strong person wouldn’t be nervous just because he faced an unexpected situation. Yaryul Daeguk had the confidence to overcome any variable.

‘Fighting isn’t the problem. The important thing is that the Blood Revered Master must not suffer any damage until he fully accepts the Four White Corpses.’

Yaryul Daeguk frowned without realizing it.

‘The reaction wasn’t very good.’

He could feel it even while looking around.

The moment the Four White Corpses entered the Blood Revered Master’s body, the wood’s life energy, which had been balancing the Blood God’s energy, began to drain.

In that subtle imbalance, it would take considerable time for the Blood Revered Master to properly accept the Four White Corpses.

In the worst case, even if he accepted the Four White Corpses, complete resurrection might be impossible.

‘I must prevent that from happening.’

Yaryul Daeguk spoke in a leisurely tone.

“You must be having a hard time maintaining that mysterious roof. So, who will come in first?”

Jo Yang-jin chuckled.

“You fool, do you think it makes sense for old men like us, who have one foot in the grave, to fight one-on-one with a vigorous fellow like you? Besides, aren’t you a madman walking the path of evil?”

“You, who waste your time with nonsense about ascending to immortality, wouldn’t understand. Wishing to become immortals without living life properly, are there any more insane fools than you?”

It would be hard to find a more severe insult to a Taoist. Moreover, it was even more devastating because it wasn’t a deliberate provocation but an unfiltered expression of his usual thoughts.

However, none of the former Seven Star Divine Swordsmen were angry. Their cultivation was not so low that they would be swayed by the ramblings of a man who was born human but walked the path of a demon.

Woon-heum-jin, who was holding a liquor bottle, burped loudly and said,

“No matter how I look at it, we can’t just beat him up, it seems we have to go straight to the ‘Pha-gun’ formation from the start.”

Woon-geom-jin, who was holding a scythe, smacked his lips.

“It seems we have to go straight from ‘Pha-gun’ to ‘Moo-gok’? If we’re not careful, someone will die before we even exchange a few blows.”

Even when they spoke of death, no one was nervous.

They equated life and death, existence and non-existence. For them, who had deep cultivation, death was a natural occurrence that could happen at any time, a concept of coexistence where they could calmly accept it even if a sudden disaster took their lives.

“Well, then.”

Whooong.

A faint white aura rose from Jo Yang-jin’s sword.

The white energy of the Tai Chi was spinning around the sword’s blade. And below the rotating white energy, a dark shadow was positioned on the opposite side of the white energy, rotating together.

It was a perfect harmony of yin and yang. He was releasing his true energy into the sword so naturally that, despite the lack of any imposing aura, he was instantly dominating the surrounding air.

Yaryul Daeguk’s eyes became cautious.

‘This is unexpected.’

The other old men were all similar. Even if they were strong, they had their limits since they hadn’t reached the pinnacle.

But the old man who had begun to infuse the sword with the true energy of Tai Chi was different.

‘His body and energy haven’t reached the pinnacle, but… the sword is different.’

The moment the true energy that hadn’t reached the pinnacle was infused into the sword, it began to draw in an immense density of divine energy that could even rival the pinnacle.

The enlightenment of the sword was far higher than the enlightenment of his internal energy. As he naturally infused his true energy into the sword, the wings of that enlightenment fluttered, raising the density of his true energy.

Even Yaryul Daeguk would suffer a setback if he took a direct hit. If Jo Yang-jin had reached the state of ‘Moo-guk’, it would have been difficult to even touch him due to the compatibility, even if there was a clear difference in power.

‘Is this the power of the Southern Wudang?’

They were strong even without the Sword Immortal Tak Mu-ja. They were hidden legends who had stepped back from the front lines and existed solely to protect Mount Wudang.

Jo Yang-jin smiled coldly.

“Seeing that you’re waiting for us to deploy the Seven Star Divine Sword Formation, it seems that the old man trembling behind you needs time?”

“….”

“Well, we’re ready now. Shall we begin?”

Yaryul Daeguk also smiled, similar to Jo Yang-jin.

He took a step forward.

Kugugugung!!

Instantly, the surrounding peaks began to shake.

Woon-heum-jin hiccuped.

“What the hell? Is this a true awakening? Was that young punk that strong?”

“That’s not it, you drunkard.”

Geum-to-jin, who had a large build, looked around with a serious face.

“There’s someone else.”

Huuk!

At the same time as the earthquake, there was a powerful demonic energy spreading throughout the mountain.

An overwhelming demonic energy that surprised not only the former Seven Star Divine Swordsmen but also the Spirit Tortoise Disciples and even Yaryul Daeguk.

Jo Yang-jin’s eyes trembled.

“It seems the king of demons has arrived.”

Yaryul Daeguk groaned involuntarily.

“Yoo Cheon-joo…!”

“Pha-gun!”

At that moment, at Jo Yang-jin’s shout, four of the Seven Star Divine Swordsmen stretched out one hand towards Yaryul Daeguk.

It was the deployment of the Seven Star Divine Sword Formation, the pinnacle of Wudang’s sword formation and internal energy techniques.

Yaryul Daeguk shouted.

“Blood Revered Master! Hurry! Yoo Cheon-joo is here!”

Paah-aah-aang!

The gray-black cloud that erupted from Yaryul Daeguk’s hands poured towards the center of the sword formation.

Kwarung!

* * *

Pa-ji-jik! Thud! Pu-beo-beok!

The lightning that spread haphazardly collided with the ground and trees, causing explosions.

Hwa-reu-reuk! Thud! Pssst.

The scorching mist of the black flames burned and felled the sacred trees of Wudang, eventually turning them to ashes.

It was the full deployment of the Twin Dragon Demonic Art, the supreme martial art of the Blood Demon Cult.

‘Strong.’

Light flashed in Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes.

‘Truly immense power!’

Kwarururung!!

It sounded as if thunder was rumbling in the sky.

Cheon Wi-ryong, who was walking with his head lowered, holding lightning in one hand and the hellfire of calamity in the other, was a living natural disaster.

With each slow and deliberate step, the ground shook. It was as if he was unleashing all the killing intent and destructive desire he had been suppressing for nearly a year within the Wind and Earth Imprisonment Formation.

‘Everything is beyond standard. He possesses an unprecedented amount of internal energy and terrifying density. Not only is his understanding of martial arts profound, but he also handles such power freely without any hint of caution.’

The Yellow Dragon growled.

It had been eyeing its prey with greedy eyes, but now it was starting to feel nervous because the prey’s aura was too overwhelming.

‘But.’

Hwa-aa-aak!!

A golden aura descended upon the Golden Dragon Armor.

It was a mysterious aura that was like wind, fire, and lightning. Unlike the Twin Dragon Demonic Art, which clearly divided the two powers, the Yellow Dragon Divine King Art naturally contained all the properties of those powers without any awkwardness.

‘I can handle it.’

Peong! Peo-eong!

The haphazardly moving lightning and flames were also flying towards Yeon Ho-jeong.

However, the aura of the Yellow Dragon Divine King Art, which was being used at its peak, was blocking the approach of the lightning and fire power itself.

It was an effortless defense. His body shook slightly from the shockwave, but there was almost no burden on his body.

Flash!

Surprise was evident in Cheon Wi-ryong’s eyes, which were filled with demonic energy.

“Amazing power! That is the true form of the divine art left behind by the Madman of Four Colors!”

“I haven’t even shown you the real thing yet.”

Even while receiving that immense shockwave, Yeon Ho-jeong was smiling calmly. Even when facing a power no different from a natural disaster, there was no fear or excessive tension.

‘As expected.’

It was the same when he fought the demons of the Blood Demon Cult, and it was the same when he first saw the Wind and Earth Imprisonment Formation.

‘The Yellow Dragon is a divine art that is in itself the best in the world, and it is almost absolutely invincible against the demonic arts of the Blood Demon Cult.’

The Wind and Earth Imprisonment Formation was a power that completely severed the connection with this world, but Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes, who had mastered the Yellow Dragon, could read the subtle demonic energy of Cheon Wi-ryong that existed beyond that formation.

The moment he captured that demonic energy, he realized it.

That he could somehow face Cheon Wi-ryong, that even if he couldn’t win, he could stop him.

In the worst case, he would lose his life, but the opponent would also suffer damage equivalent to death or wander for a long time without regaining his power.

That was the power of the Yellow Dragon when facing the martial arts of the Blood Demon Cult, or rather, the Blood Cult.

Although he was too exhausted to see beyond that, Yeon Ho-jeong’s subconscious, which had been honed by his unparalleled intuition and military strategy for a long time, had been creating countermeasures against Cheon Wi-ryong at an instinctive level since then.

It was also due to the influence of the Yellow Dragon Divine King Art, which had read the demonic energy of the Blood Demon Cult. Before the incompatibility, the martial art called the Yellow Dragon Divine King Art, which had become one with Yeon Ho-jeong, had evolved into a martial art of the battlefield that would do anything to win, and it had been preparing thoroughly with an attitude that would not let its guard down, even at the cost of taking its master’s power.

Whether the Blood Revered Master was there or not, if someone like Cheon Wi-ryong appeared in the world, he could be neutralized in some way.

The only difference was whether it would require the master’s life or not.

‘It’s not my time to die yet. I still have a lot to do. Now I know that. But…’

The Yellow Dragon became a Mad Dragon and prepared the dance of the divine weapon.

‘I will fight with the mindset that I don’t care if I die. As always.’

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled coldly.

“If you keep leaking your internal energy like that, aren’t you wasting your power? Why aren’t you attacking?”

“….”

“If caution goes too far, it becomes timidity. For someone who claims to be a god, you’re being too careful.”

Cheon Wi-ryong’s face hardened.

“The thought that you created this scene keeps making me hesitate.”

“Good to see. Are you finally being honest?”

“But you are also right. A person who claims to be a god should not show an ugly appearance just because he has faced an unexpected situation.”

Hook!

Cheon Wi-ryong’s demonic energy condensed like lightning.

“….”

For a moment, the world became silent, and the divine energy that had scattered in surprise wailed and fled over the mountain ridge.

Shortly after.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes flashed.

‘He’s coming!’

The black flames moved, erasing the mountain’s shadow.