I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 59

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59.
“Sister, what happened?”
I relayed to Eun Hui-gyeom and Kang Jin-heon everything I had heard through the Blue Messenger Bird.
“The Heavenly Emperor’s Mountain Great Formation?! I’ve only ever seen that in history books… You’re saying they’re going to deploy it?”
“That seems to be the conclusion they’ve reached.”
As junior monks, we had no choice in the matter whatsoever.
Not long after, another Blue Messenger Bird arrived with a summons for us as well.
“Disciple Yu!”
Jin Seok-jun, who had spotted us, approached with a warm greeting.
“I was too frazzled on Jaya Mountain to properly greet you.”
“No matter—I’m just glad you’re safe.”
“They say we’re heading to Heugam Jae.”
“I heard.”
Not only us, but many junior monks gathered there stirred with anxiety.
Then, standing upon the platform, a monk of Jeogyun Cheonmun with blood-red hair and a crimson robe—Hwa Mu-gyeol—raised his voice.
“While our senior brothers and sisters stake their lives to buy us time, you monks here will move to Heugam Jae and strike at Paecheonmun’s main temple! Consider the future of Beomjin Sect to rest upon this battle!”
At his words, the anxious faces of the monks hardened with resolve.
“Sister, let’s go.”
“Yes.”
As the monks began vanishing one by one using the Footstep Shrinking technique, we followed in their wake.
After running for about an hour, the distant Hyeongang Jicheok—where the old Hyeonganmun once stood—came into view.
Hyeongang Jicheok.
A high mountain region far north of the Baekryeon Kingdom, it was lined with cliffs and gorges whose heights defied measurement.
The distance from the canyon floor to the cliff’s edge stretched over hundreds of zhang, and the summit was shrouded in mist so thick it remained invisible.
In the days when Hyeonganmun stood here, this place had been verdant with dense forests and underground springs, or so the tales went.
But now, Hyeongang Jicheok held nothing at all.
“Maintain formation as you enter!”
Hwa Mu-gyeol, one of the commanders of the assault on Paecheonmun’s main temple, was a monk at the sixth stage of Breath Cultivation.
The monks who had descended to the ground stepped into the narrow gorge.
We had walked perhaps a quarter of an hour when strange sounds began echoing from somewhere.
“What is that?”
The sky darkened, and something unidentifiable began falling in torrents.
It was black rain.
Where the rain touched, the monks’ winged robes melted away, and poison seeped into their skin.
“Block it!”
“The rain—it’s more potent than expected!”
Monks deployed defensive techniques from all directions.
Eun Hui-gyeom swiftly wove the hand seals of the Hyeonsu Thousand White technique.
A blue circle materialized around me, shielding against the falling black rain.
“Something feels different from usual…”
The Hyeonsu Cheonbaek Technique that Eun Hui-gyeom was currently employing wasn’t stationary defense—instead, he was forming azure barriers around each individual disciple.
“Since we’re moving, I modified it a bit. Watching you, I had a feeling it could be adapted.”
Eun Hui-gyeom scratched his cheek awkwardly and smiled.
Eun Hui-gyeom was a direct disciple studying the exact same lineage of techniques as Baek Un-jin.
Baek Un-jin’s overwhelming display on Jaya Mountain seemed to have left a profound impression on Eun Hui-gyeom.
Unlike us, who were defending against the black rain with stability, the other monastery disciples were struggling somewhat.
Eun Hui-gyeom protected several nearby disciples.
However, he couldn’t shield all hundreds of monastery disciples from the black rain.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Don’t let it touch your body!”
“The technique…!”
The disciples with weaker spiritual power began to collapse first.
“Move aside.”
A woman with a clear voice walked through the chaos of confused disciples.
She was a female monastery disciple wearing the silver robes of Chui Ok Gok Mun, and a 4-star Axe Technique practitioner—Im So-ha.
She wove hand seals and deployed the Chui Rok Hoe Saeng Formation.
The surrounding area glowed emerald, and leaves scattered from all directions.
The green energy emanating from the leaves seeped into their bodies, forming thin barriers that protected the disciples from the black rain.
“Let’s continue moving.”
Even after enveloping hundreds of disciples in protective barriers, there wasn’t the slightest disturbance in her composure.
Im So-ha, about to resume moving, glanced toward us.
More precisely, at Eun Hui-gyeom’s technique.
“For a Flame Technique disciple, you’re quite skilled.”
“…”
“Don’t misunderstand—it’s a compliment.”
Eun Hui-gyeom, perhaps thinking of Peng Seok-ho, flinched as if it were provocation before straightening his posture.
We resumed moving while blocking the downpour of rain.
But that progress didn’t last long.
“…”
“What happened here?”
The vanguard who should have arrived first to assess the situation were all dead.
Woo Tae-san examined the corpses, then carefully opened his mouth.
“Looks like an attack by Mano.”
“All these people were wiped out by mere Mano?”
Im So-ha frowned, unable to comprehend it.
That’s when it happened.
Thump, thump, thump.
The ground began to shake with a thunderous sound.
“Mano!”
“Wait, wait! That’s a Mano?”
From the ground itself, earth erupted upward as the Mano hidden beneath the surface revealed themselves and launched their assault on the monastery disciples.
“It appears they’ve transformed warriors into Mano.”
“All units, prepare for combat! Hold the line!”
The monastery disciples converged and simultaneously formed hand seals.
I unfurled the Cheongryeon technique and incinerated the curse mark embedded in the Mano’s chest.
Just as the Mano’s movements grew sluggish and it seemed to collapse, it suddenly raised its head and lunged forward.
Kaang.
Eun Hui-gyeom unleashed the Cheongang Meteor Sword Technique, severing the Mano’s body.
The blade exposed and burned away another curse mark hidden deep within its flesh.
“Sister! These creatures don’t seem to have just one talisman!”
Paecheonmun had apparently anticipated an assault on their main headquarters and devised their own defensive countermeasures accordingly.
“Krraaaagh!”
“Don’t scatter! We can hold them off!”
The intermediate-level disciples rallied the lower-ranked ones, advancing from the front lines as they cut down the Mano.
There seemed to be no end to how many Mano they had prepared.
From all directions, the stench of blood and rotting corpses assaulted my nostrils.
“This is endless.”
Baek Ri-myeong, a disciple of Baekryeong Bong Mun, stood at the forefront and formed hand seals.
[Cheonra Seonggwang Sword Technique]
Dozens of blades of light materialized in the sky, piercing through the talismans embedded in the Mano’s bodies as his hands moved.
“Advance!”
We cut down the Mano and reached the vicinity of Heugam Jae.
Upon arriving at the entrance of Heugam Jae, the remaining sorcerers of Paecheonmun blocked our path.
“Hmph, how pathetic compared to what the Jeongmun Paldae imagined!”
“Don’t let them into the headquarters!”
“Charge! By any means necessary, sever the source of their sorcerous power!”
A scene unfolded that was nothing short of warfare.
That was when it happened.
Kwaaang.
A familiar attack came hurtling toward me from the side with tremendous force.
I reflexively unfurled the Yuun Eunha Reung technique to block the assault.
The overwhelming power drove my body backward.
I lowered the Yuun Eunha Reung and fixed my gaze upon the perpetrator.
‘I suspected as much.’
Pakgun.
That creature had survived and lived on from Jaya Mountain.
Pakgun’s body was now clad in a Pacheon Blood Armor instead of the shattered Mato Blood Armor.
It seemed he remembered how I had cracked his armor on Jaya Mountain, for his eyes burned with intensity.
“We meet again, you insignificant wretch.”
“Hmph, quite the mouth on you for someone who survived by mere luck.”
I channeled my spiritual energy into the Bi Geom alongside Yueun Eunha Reung.
Battles erupted across the surrounding terrain.
‘Pakgun is quite formidable.’
I had no room to spare attention on anything else.
‘I’ll face only Pakgun!’
The Bi Geom surged forward toward Pakgun in accordance with my will.
Pakgun stamped the ground with tremendous force, his feet tracing a perfect stance.
The shockwave alone sent several monks nearby flying backward.
Simultaneously, the Bi Geom I had unleashed rebounded toward me.
Thwack.
Closing the distance, Pakgun hurled his fist toward me.
I absorbed the impact with Yueun Eunha Reung and extended my own fist to meet his.
Boom!
“Impressive—you can take this?”
“I’m fairly skilled with my fists myself!”
I drove my leg upward in a high kick aimed at his lower body.
As Pakgun retreated to evade, the Bi Geom suspended in the air wrapped around my hand with a sharp snap.
Yeonhwa Seomyeong.
I concentrated my spiritual energy to its maximum and targeted his ribs with the blade.
The sword’s edge struck his Pacheon Hyeol Gap, leaving a crack across its surface.
I withdrew and adjusted my grip on the blade.
‘I intended to shatter it completely.’
This blood armor appeared far more durable than the one he’d worn previously—it didn’t break easily.
As Pakgun placed his hand on the Pacheon Hyeol Gap, the fractured section restored itself in an instant.
Pakgun advanced again, raising his fist.
In the moment I thought I’d evaded, his elbow grazed past my shoulder.
“Damn!”
[Bungsan Gyeok Gwon]

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