Chapter 206. Yes, That’s How It Should Be

Jin Cheon climbed Mount Potala without delay.

And the martial artists of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, Dharma Emperor Awangra, and the army following him followed Jin Cheon.

Around the time the party passed the mountainside of Mount Potala.

A dark shadow was cast over the sky, which was high and clear without a single cloud.

It was not because the weather suddenly changed or some strange phenomenon occurred.

Arrows.

Tens of thousands of arrows flying from inside the Potala Palace, which had firmly locked its gates, covered the sky for a moment.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

A rain of arrows poured down.

“……!”

Just when the surprised people were hurriedly preparing to block or dodge the arrows.

Swish.

Jin Cheon’s hand headed toward the sky.

Wooooong!

A wave of psychokinesis spread out in a circle from Jin Cheon’s palm.

And…….

“This is preposterous……!”

Cheon U-jin doubted his own eyes.

The arrows that had blackened the clear sky were ‘stopped’ in the air as if it were a lie.

Even the technique of psychokinesis has a limit, yet he stopped as many as tens of thousands of arrows.

But it was still too early to be surprised.

“Blood Calamity.”

A low muttering flowed from Jin Cheon’s mouth.

Then the arrows changed direction all at once.

That was indeed a marvelous event.

Tens of thousands of arrows stopping in midair and then changing direction?

Whether one knew it or not, it would be enough to remain as a legend!

“……Flower Rain.”

The moment Jin Cheon’s word fell.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

The arrows that changed direction poured down toward the inside of the Potala Palace all at once.

“Ack!”

“Aaargh!”

Continuous screams were heard from inside the castle.

An unlaughable farce occurred where arrows shot by allies returned to kill allies.

“I will open the path. Follow me.”

Jin Cheon’s voice, laden with demonic energy, rang out loudly.

Soon, Jin Cheon sprinted toward the castle gate at a terrifying speed.

Wooooong!

Black spheres were created in Jin Cheon’s hand.

They were compressed powerful qi made of pure demonic energy, the same ones that had collapsed the back mountain of the Sichuan Tang Clan before.

Dark Heaven Powerful Qi Sphere.

Spheres made by compressing and compressing powerful qi made of demonic energy, martial arts like the peak of destruction capable of collapsing Mount Tai.

The destructive power of a single small sphere was similar to the power of a hundred catties of gunpowder exploding, and if given enough time to gather demonic energy, it would be more than enough to completely collapse a real mountain.

Dozens of such spheres were created in Jin Cheon’s hand.

The target was the castle gate.

It was to destroy the firmly closed iron gate weighing tens of thousands of catties.

‘This should be enough.’

With that thought, Jin Cheon hurled dozens of Dark Heaven Powerful Qi Spheres toward the castle gate.

Shuuuuuu!

The moment the spheres flew and collided with the castle wall.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!

A huge explosion literally occurred and swallowed the castle gate of the Potala Palace and the surrounding area.

Thick dust rose up in clouds and covered the area.

A fog of dust where one couldn’t see an inch ahead…… for a while, no one could grasp the situation.

However, in the camp of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, there was a sorcerer who could command even the wind…….

Swish.

Third Young Master Wi Mu-rin took out a large fan.

Heavenly Wind Fan.

A sacred item of the Mount Mao Sect Leader, a treasured object said to be made personally by the founder Wei Huacun.

Whoosh, whoooosh!

Hwiiiiiiiiiiiii!

As Wi Mu-rin swung the Heavenly Wind Fan with all his might, a terrifying gale blew around the Potala Palace where there had been no wind.

The wind was so fierce that it blew away even stones and small rocks in front of the Potala Palace.

Since such a gale blew, it was a natural procedure for the thick dust to be blown far away.

Soon, the outline of the castle gate area where Jin Cheon poured the Dark Heaven Powerful Qi Spheres began to be revealed.

“N, no way.”

Blood Qilin opened his mouth with an expression that he could neither understand nor wanted to understand.

“Is it okay for a human…… to have such power……?”

Blood Qilin’s remark was sufficient for everyone to agree.

In front of the castle gate where the thick dust had cleared, it was literally devastated.

Castle gate?

It was shattered into pieces, and the debris was rolling around everywhere.

Was it only the castle gate?

The castle walls around the gate also collapsed with a rumble, reaching a state where they could no longer be called castle walls.

Also, dozens of corpses of soldiers who were positioned on the castle gate and walls were scattered completely crushed.

Power of a different dimension.

Before anyone knew it, Jin Cheon had become an existence capable of overturning the tide of war single-handedly.

* * *

The castle gate opened.

No, even the surrounding castle walls including the gate collapsed.

Then…….

“Charge.”

Jin Cheon’s voice laden with demonic energy rang out loudly across the battlefield.

Dudududududu!

The Iron-Armored Ghostly Demon Squad charged toward the Potala Palace at a terrifying speed.

But there was someone sprinting toward the Potala Palace faster than them…….

‘Yes, that’s how it should be.’

Jin Cheon nodded looking at Dharma Emperor Awangra sprinting toward the Potala Palace faster than anyone else.

Consistency of speech and action.

Dharma Emperor Awangra asked to avoid killing as much as possible.

It was words spoken out of a desire to save even one more of the people as a monk and as the monarch ruling the Western Regions.

And if he intends to do so, he shouldn’t stand back with his hands behind his back.

So shouldn’t he step forward before anyone else and show an example?

Pabak, pabababak!

Dharma Emperor Awangra, who jumped into the enemy camp first, poured out fist and kick techniques toward the enemies.

“Ack!”

“Ugh!”

Enemies screamed and fell far away.

‘His control of power is certain.’

Jin Cheon clearly saw Dharma Emperor Awangra focusing only on incapacitating enemies without using any lethal techniques.

So that enemies wouldn’t die a dog’s death in vain.

‘I will match the rhythm moderately.’

Jin Cheon jumped into the middle of the enemy camp in step with Dharma Emperor Awangra, and similarly focused on incapacitating enemies while wielding fist and kick techniques.

He could commit a massacre anytime if he wanted to kill, but if suppression was possible, there would be no reason to refuse.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Jin Cheon responded to Dharma Emperor Awangra’s words.

“Let’s go straight like this. Since we are the ones who have to break through the path anyway, and we are the ones who have to deal with Ilpagyeon.”

“Of course.”

Like that, Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra went straight deep into the Potala Palace while suppressing enemies refraining from killing as much as possible.

Behind them, the martial artists of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult and the army following Dharma Emperor Awangra entered the castle and began to seize the interior step by step.

“Keu-ak!”

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Since the castle gate was destroyed and the walls collapsed, numerical superiority was useless.

Leaving aside the army following Dharma Emperor Awangra, the martial artists of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult were masters of a different dimension.

Moreover, the Iron-Armored Ghostly Demon Squad, Asura Blood Sword Unit, Hellish Evil Ghost Squad, and Rakshasa Troupe.

As much as four top-tier martial groups were deployed, the power of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult was truly immense.

It is no exaggeration to say that even including the Central Plains and outside the world, there is definitely no group possessing as many super peak masters as the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult as a single faction, so the difference in martial power was as extreme as heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra stretched straight out and advanced to the center of the Potala Palace without much difficulty.

There was no one who could stop them.

The high-ranking monks of the Potala Palace…… that is, the martial monks were no match for Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra.

At least they had to be masters of the Realm of Transformation to be a threat to Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra, but otherwise, the reality was that they couldn’t even block a single move.

Like that, Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra passed the Red Palace of the Potala Palace, crossed the White Palace, a huge Buddhist temple and the residence of the Dalai Dharma Emperor, and finally arrived at the Kunlun Palace.

Considering a general temple, the Kunlun Palace, corresponding to the Main Hall, could be regarded as a single dharma hall in itself.

How on earth did they make it; inside the Kunlun Palace, a Great Buddha Statue the size of a house made of jade was sitting imposingly.

Even Jin Cheon had never seen a Buddha statue as huge as the Great Buddha Statue of this Kunlun Palace in his life.

But that was not important…….

“Eventually, you came on your own feet.”

The old monk sitting cross-legged in front of the Great Buddha Statue smiled broadly.

The voice of such an old monk sounded as if two people’s voices overlapped, and it was actually so.

“……Worst case.”

Jin Cheon made a twisted smile as if troubled.

The old monk was Dokgo Seong, yet an existence that could not be called Dokgo Seong.

As feared, Dokgo Seong’s soul and Dharma Emperor Ilpagyeon’s soul mixed into one, becoming a completely different existence.

“Ilpagyeon, why did you make such a choice.”

Dharma Emperor Awangra lamented seeing the old monk.

He also recognized at a glance that Dharma Emperor Ilpagyeon had combined with the First Heavenly Demon Dokgo Seong.

“Ilpagyeon…… there was a time I was called so once.”

The old monk smiled and answered.

“But that is merely a part of a past life; the current me is not him. Neither Ilpagyeon nor Dokgo Seong. Those are merely old names of those who make up me.”

The old monk said so, then slowly raised his body and looked alternately at Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra.

“Interesting. One is a vessel containing demonic energy, and the other is a vessel containing the Dharma. It will be hard to choose.”

Greed glistened in the old monk’s eyes.

It seemed clear he wanted to abandon his old body and transfer to the body of Jin Cheon, the Heavenly Demon’s Physique, or Dharma Emperor Awangra who contains the Dharma.

“Keuk.”

Jin Cheon laughed.

“It seems you haven’t even thought about the option that you might die.”

Jin Cheon thought both the First Heavenly Demon Dokgo Seong and the Dalai Dharma Emperor were too arrogant.

Maybe that was natural.

Whether Heavenly Demon or Dalai Dharma Emperor, they were people born as extraordinary existences by nature.

Born with outstanding insight unrivaled by others, a sense of superiority was bound to arise naturally.

It was understandable, as ordinary people wouldn’t even be able to imagine what they see, hear, and feel.

Consequently, it was clear they couldn’t even think of the idea that they could be defeated by a third party other than themselves.

“How can you think such a thought? Even before, I was an existence who couldn’t find an opponent. But how about now? I am an existence possessing both Demon and Dharma in one body.”

At the same time, strange energy began to emanate from the old monk.

It was neither demonic art nor righteous art.

It was a very heterogeneous energy, as if the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult and the spiritual power of Buddhism were mixed.

“Even the Heavenly Demon’s Physique and Tathagata’s Physique will not be able to oppose me.”

The old monk’s two arms seemed to draw a circular trajectory, and soon an unbelievable thing happened.

Seuuuu!

Behind the old monk’s back, a halo that only shines on those who reached the state of Buddha shone.

Was it only that?

The old monk’s arms stretched out to be easily a thousand, exceeding tens and hundreds.

Those were not real arms, but powerful qi made of the old monk’s energy taking such forms.

“Four arms shall kneel before a thousand arms.”

As the old monk’s two eyes were dyed deep red, a bundle of as many as a thousand powerful qi poured toward Jin Cheon and Dharma Emperor Awangra.

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