Book 6 Chapter 38

Heaven and Earth Double Kill

"Is that where he's being held, Cheonmurae?"

A gaunt old man, hidden in the darkness, asked a noticeably overweight old man.

They were truly a contrasting pair.

"Ho ho ho! It's certain!"

"Damn it! That cheap, or perhaps stingy, young punk sent an old man to such a remote place… I'll have to teach him a lesson next time I see him!"

The gaunt old man, who was grumbling continuously, had a strange, eerie glow in his eyes. They were not the eyes of an ordinary person. They were eyes that a normal person could never possess.

"They say he's already attempted escape more than ten times?"

"Really? That's impressive. And yet, they haven't placed any restrictions on him? That's a bit strange!"

"It is indeed impressive. It seems you can't hide your true nature, can you?"

"It's probably suitable as a sacrifice because he's reached that level."

"Ho ho ho! That's right! The higher the value of the sacrifice, the greater the effect! Of course, of course!"

The eyes of the old man with the enormous physique still held a smile. Originally, he never lost his smile, even when killing someone. That's the kind of man he was.

The gaunt old man asked,

"Shall we go in then?"

To which the corpulent old man replied,

"I'll get to see your Soul Summoning and Spirit Seizing Technique after a long time!"

The two began to walk towards Cheonmurae together.

It was a step that would bring about a great upheaval to the martial world, which had been precariously maintaining peace in a state of taut tension.

"Screeeech!"

Now, the deepest solitary cell of this Cheonmurae opened.

'Soul Summoning and Spirit Seizing Technique'

Red incense, rising from seven sticks of incense, filled the prison.

"Jingle! Jingle!"

The silver bell held in the old man's hand rang as if possessed, shaking the very soul.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

A sinister voice, as if flowing from a deep, dark underworld, emerged from the old man's mouth.

"Kkeeeeeeugh!"

The man inside the iron door, which looked heavy but was dented in places, groaned in response to the old man's words.

Clothes torn like rags! Blood hardened all over his body! And countless small wounds visible through the torn clothes! A glint of madness flickered in his disheveled hair.

The man was a madman.

In the man's current state, not a trace of the former top prodigy of the dark path could be found. As if one was not enough for each limb, shackles twice as heavy as normal ones were attached, with two thick chains to each.

Before the shaggy-haired prisoner, with shackles hanging from his limbs, floated several portraits. Surprisingly, the portraits were intricately drawn of Moyong Hwi, Cheong Heun, and Byulryeon, and Hyoryong. Judging by the brushstrokes, the person who drew Hyoryong's portrait seemed to be different from the one who drew the other three.

"Kkeeeeeeugh…"

The man let out a groan of excruciating pain that felt like his head was about to split.

The strange incense flowing into his nostrils and the soul-shaking sound prevented his gaze from leaving the portraits. Unintentionally, the images in the portraits were deeply imprinted in his mind.

The old man's mouth opened again, and powerful words flowed out. Now, the old man was trying to subdue the opponent's spirit with his words. The Soul Summoning Pills, Spirit Seizing Incense, and Mad Soul Bells, fed with his meals, were merely auxiliary aids to his words.

"Who are these people?"

"Kkeeeeeeugh… Enemies! Those who must be killed!"

The eerie glow in the old man's eyes began to shine even more intensely. This was a sign that his Soul Summoning and Spirit Seizing Technique had reached its peak. The overweight old man thought it was an always exciting and chilling sight.

"What is it? What is your task?"

"Annihilation (멸)!"

The man replied. The clanging of the chains could no longer be heard. He had stopped resisting.

Now, the old man's words had completely subdued the man's spirit. The old man asked one last question,

"Where is it? Where must you go?"

As torn portrait fragments scattered within the prison, the man spoke each word distinctly.

"Wu (武), Dang (當), San (山)!"