Chapter 98

“The Three Roots.”
“……You mean the Bai Lian Sect?”
Zhuge Linghu and Zhuge Yuhu didn’t slow down and headed toward Kunlun. Zhuge Linghu, who liked to be well-dressed and neat, didn’t seem to mind her appearance at all.
The White Lotus Sect is one of the darker threads in the history of the Great Ming and is connected to the founding of the Great Ming. Even the founding father of the Great Ming, the first Heavenly Master, was said to be a White Lotus.
The tangled ties aside, the name of the religion was dangerous.
“The first group to be derived from the White Lotus Sect was the Demon Cult. It’s called the Heavenly Demon Cult.”
“That’s right.”
“Then what are the other two groups that claim the same roots as the Heavenly Demon Cult?”
Although Zhuge Liuhu lived and breathed the Zhongyuan martial arts, he hadn’t heard of the roots of the White Lotus religion. Zhuge Liuhu shook his head in disbelief, and then Najik spoke.
“Apostasy, and bloodshed.”
“The roots of the Dao…… No, those who walk the path of the Dao are rising one after another. At the same time, their roots are each proclaiming themselves to be true.”
The first Tendai means,
“……The abyss of the roots is deep, deep, deep, and endless. The dark shadows of the root seekers approach it without knowing its depths, and their madness and obsession intensify, so the dark clouds that hang over the Zhongyuan Forest will never dissipate.”
The second Ch’ien Gi is next.
Zhuge Liang’s face suddenly darkened as he remembered what he had read. He had heard it from Jie Gaozhu himself once before, but he had heard that it had quickly hidden its tracks.
“When the Heavenly Horse disappeared before, it moved with two people, Guangxiang and Huiyan. It must have been their first time seeing it.”
Zhuge Linghu’s body shuddered, but it was an illusion.
“The disembodied corpses moving, the shapeless ones charging at us.”
“……what are you talking about. How can a corpse move?”
“I didn’t know that either. At first, I thought it was some kind of jinjutsu.”
Jie Gal Zhu Hu’s skill in interpreting the Qin and the Qin was the best of his time. So when he saw the dizzying sight in front of him, he tried to unravel the laws of nature at once.
However.
“It’s not the Qin Code.”
“It wasn’t the Qin Method, but a real corpse.”
“Moreover, it was a large group of experts from the various political factions who had been summoned to capture the Heavenly Horse.”
Zhuge Liuhu froze in his tracks, the words sending chills down his spine.
“Then…… the Heavenly Demon Sect, does that mean they’re the ones……!”
“No. She resented the Heavenly Demon Sect, saying they didn’t speak to her.”
She said.
Jie Galyuhu’s expression hardened and refused to soften as he tilted his head as if he had heard something wrong.
“Shima. Shima Zhu Yuanwen.”
“Shima.”
“A woman who discusses the same roots as the Heavenly Horse, yet does not walk the same path as the Heavenly Horse.”
“How did you know that it was the same root as the Heavenly Horse?”
“……because she called Tianma her brother.”
She called Tianma her brother.
It wasn’t just the Unanchored Sect of the time that defeated the Tianma of the time and reduced it to a state of paste at the same time. It was the masters of the higher sect, the masters of the higher realms, who did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves to bring it out.
“A woman of your ilk would call such a tianma her brother.”
“You’re imagining things. She could be even more dangerous than the Heavenly Horse.”
“Chen, she’s more dangerous than the Heavenly Horse…….”
Jie Galyuhu seemed speechless, and was about to tell Jie Galyuhu not to say such a thing, even in jest.
“And it’s possible that Shima has appeared.”
Tianmawa, master of the Tendai religion.
Shima, master of apostasy.
And.
“……Another master, the Blood Demon, may appear. By the end of time.”
I kept picturing the future. I prayed it wouldn’t.
* * *
“……ha.”
I couldn’t help but make a ridiculous face. The spear dragon’s body shook. I had expected it to be difficult to defeat it in one fell swoop, given its immense strength, but it was too strong.
“You wretch, how did you see me so easily?”
“You were so eager to show me that you’re a gnome despite your appearance.”
I mimicked the woman’s tone and corrected the inspection. I gritted my teeth as I looked at the three corpses that flanked her.
Unlike the previous corpses, their bodies were strong. Not only did they feel no pain, but the thunder dragon’s sweep had hit them in all the right places. Nevertheless.
“I’ve seen them with my own eyes. I wouldn’t have suffered so much if I knew they would be lost in your clutches.”
Despite the two corpses being torn apart by the claws of the spear dragon, they seemed to regenerate in an instant.
“……Grotesque.”
“Freaky. I wouldn’t say that to my children.”
The woman then looked at the Gangshi hovering around her, a loving expression on her face.
“Sima. Now remember that my name will soon burn the Zhongyuan Forest. Child.”
Around the woman who identified herself as Sima, more corpses began to rise from the thunder dragon’s sweep.
It didn’t take long for the number of bodies to grow from dozens to hundreds.
“I just remembered what you are. You.”
A gaze flashed past me, landing somewhere. It was Kwangseung.
“Weren’t you the child who tormented me so much back then?”
“You remember, old woman.”
Shima’s expression twisted at the berserker’s reply.
“Don’t. You’re ugly enough, you’re even uglier, and you’ve done it before.”
At his leisure, Shima’s smirk no longer returns, but she looks around and smiles with satisfaction.
“What could you possibly do on your own that you can afford to be so lax?”
Her gaze flickers to me, Eighty-Nine Han, Fang Xiang, and Black Lake, ignoring the K’un-Lun masters standing behind her.
“You don’t think you can do it with just a bunch of mere mortals, do you? There was one of the T’ang Zhong, not a mere mortal, but one of the T’ang Zhong who was just like you, with a good head on his shoulders. I’ve gotten my ass handed to me.”
He nodded at her meek admission.
“If you’d been beaten, you’d admit it and stay down, not crawl out and make a mess like this again. You old hag.”
“That old hag!”
I had to pull myself together at the sound of his huffing and puffing.
“Whoa, you’ve still got that nasty mouth of yours.”
“You’re just as bad as ever.”
At this point, you’d think the two of them would be close. But things weren’t so easy.
The golden statue of the Shaolin Eighty-Nine had lost its luster, and the bodies of dozens and hundreds of people rushed at it, unmindful of the fact that it was being crushed to pieces.
“Namuamitā Buddha, cheer up everyone.”
There was no struggle. With a low murmur from the gate, Gakshan and Gakbang planted their feet firmly on the ground.
Fang Xiang and Black Lake also seemed to know what their roles were, and they stood around with the eighteen others, fixing their weapons as if to keep out of the way.
At that sight,
“Death penalty!”
“……er, eh?”
“We can’t just stand idly by, can we? They’re here to help Kunlun, and how can we look at them if we’re distracted?”
This is Kunlun without a master. Despite their lack of a master, they quickly adjusted their posture to live up to their reputation as guppas.
A desperate situation,
a critical situation.
How you deal with it and move forward is what makes you worthy of the name of a prestigious sect.
The masters of the Kunlun School took steps. Each step they took seemed to take hold, and the energy of Mount Kunlun seemed to flow through them.
I watched the mysterious movement of the energy carefully.
“……Everyone, unfold the Tai Cheng, Han Mae, Chaos, and Three Elements.”
We will begin with the Taicheng Sword Chen, hold the center with the Hanmei Sword Chen, strike at the enemy with the Chaos Sword Chen, and end with the Sam Yuan Sword Chen.
With He Do’s bold words, dozens of martial artists moved in unison, their steps and movements so fluid that even the corpses could not approach them easily.
Furthermore, as the K’un-Lun practitioners surrounded the group together, the spiritual energy of Mount K’un-Lun gradually permeated the group.
The feeling and sensation of being filled from head to toe made me smile.
This is a remote Kunlun sect. He had no contact with the Southern Palace at all.
I had never heard of the Jiangmen called Qi Shengjia, and had only faced them for less than three years.
But he knew what it felt like to fight together. Fighting shoulder to shoulder with dozens of my peers with hundreds of corpses in front of me was absurd, but I didn’t feel defeated.
It was confidence, the trust I’d gained from my teammates.
I knew I had their backs, and I knew I could fill the void.
So I took in the spirit energy of Mount Kunlun and swung my sword with a springy motion.
“Senior.”
“Why, you bastard.”
“I’ll go first.”
“It’s a bumper harvest.”
Guangxiang smiled pleasantly and quickly moved to follow me, a blue-red glowing sword in his hand.
“Don’t get in my way.”
“Hmph.”
I told him I hadn’t finished my own sword yet.
The Blue Cloud Red River Sword sliced through the air, leaving a trail of blue and red lines in its wake. The corpses fell one after another, simultaneously slitting the throats of the Jiangxi surrounding Sima.
Clang!
In a matter of seconds, three Kangshi, three Kangshi that Shima hadn’t trusted, were decapitated.
“Ha! I told you it was useless!”
The process of reattaching the dismembered heads was indescribably repulsive.
“You shouldn’t forget me.”
I stretched my sword toward Shima’s uvula.
The step was as quick as thunder.
The tip of the sword contained the aura of the spearbow and the spirit of martial love.
The single-edged blade was filled with the power of the great smoke and the heavens.
The strength of the heavenly wind protected him from the clinging corpses.
We didn’t exchange a word, but the moment the Berserker’s sword sliced through the three Kangxi, I didn’t miss Sima’s opening and slit her throat.
“It’s over.”