I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 61

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61.
The incantations carved across the entire floor glowed faintly.
The ritual formations were drawn with precision, centered upon the man suspended in the air above.
I couldn’t decipher their meaning, but I could hazard a guess.
‘When Dok Go-mun activated the Annihilation Heavenly Calamity ritual, he ignited a spell that burned his own life force. Yet in the original narrative, it was the Paecheonmun Master who emerged fused with the calamity of earth.’
The moment Dok Go-mun activated the Annihilation Heavenly Calamity, an identical ceremony must have taken place here.
But unlike the original timeline, the ceremony became incomplete due to interference.
Half of Sa Do-myeong, the Paecheonmun Master who should have fused with the calamity, remained here, becoming the power source that sustained the formation.
“The Paecheonmun Master, Sa Do-myeong.”
As I murmured the name, the monks nearby startled at my words.
“Sister, are you saying that monk is the Paecheonmun Master?”
“Almost certainly. No, I’m certain of it. He’s likely a remnant left behind, unable to fuse with the earth calamity due to Dok Go-mun’s incomplete ceremony.”
“Does that mean if we kill that bastard, the calamity on Jaya Mountain ends as well?”
I nodded in agreement at Kang Jin-heon’s words.
The moment we entered the cave chamber, the sorcerers of Paecheonmun revealed themselves.
Most striking among them were the sorcerers wearing crimson sashes at their waists.
“The Honcheon Guard Army—Paecheonmun’s elite sorcerers. So some of them did survive.”
Paecheonmun was no fool; they had prepared for monks to assault their main temple at Heugam Jae.
Baek Ri-myeong, standing at the vanguard, wove hand seals and issued orders to the monks.
“We shall face the Honcheon Guard sorcerers. The rest of you—slay the hollow shell of the Master and break the formation!”
At his command, the monks split into two groups.
Our gazes naturally turned toward where Sa Do-myeong, the Paecheonmun Master, sat suspended.
Sa Do-myeong, who had been sitting in lotus position in the void, slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils had vanished, leaving only the whites of his eyes—a sight most grotesque.
The moment those massive eyes moved, a chill raced down my spine.
“So the pathetic insects of the Jeongmun Paldae have finally crawled their way here.”
His mouth did not move, yet his voice resonated clearly.
The blade-like sound seemed to ring not in my ears, but directly within my mind.
“Hmph, Master or not, you’re nothing but a half-formed wretch! And with your power drained maintaining this formation, you’re hardly a threat! We of the Jeogyun Cheonmun shall strike you down!”
With Hwa Mu-gyeol absent, his place was confidently seized by one Hong Gang, whose crimson hair billowed about him.
He was a monk who had recently reached the first star of the Chukgi realm.
Hong Gang confidently wove hand seals alongside his companions and unleashed his technique.
[Flame Heaven River]
When multiple practitioners wielded the spell together, its power doubled.
As Hong Gang raised his arm, pillars of flame raced across the ground and reached Sa Do-myeong.
“How is that?!”
Hong Gang spoke thus while casting a sidelong glance my way, his shoulders trembling with confidence.
Flames engulfed Sa Do-myeong.
That was the moment.
“What?!”
As Sa Do-myeong blinked, demonic qi surged from his body and devoured the flames of Jeogyun Cheonmun in an instant.
“What… what is this…!”
“Foolish. Just because I cannot exert my full power does not mean I am so weak that I cannot crush a mere insect.”
Sa Do-myeong blinked again, and the black demonic qi covering his body transformed into flames, pouring back toward the monks of Jeogyun Cheonmun.
[Cheongrim Residual Echo Technique]
A defensive barrier unfurled by Eun Hui-gyeom spread wide before the panicked monks of Jeogyun Cheonmun, shielding them.
“Hmph! Who asked for your help?!”
“What?! Even if Hui-gyeom helps, you’re complaining?!”
I, who had been listening quietly, burst out in irritation.
This fool had charged in recklessly without even knowing Sa Do-myeong’s condition!
Hong Gang’s face flushed crimson, as if he had never raised his voice before.
“Silence! I will be the one to bring that bastard down!”
As Hong Gang formed a seal, flames wrapped around both his hands.
The remaining demonic flames flew toward Hong Gang as he stepped outside the range of the Cheongrim Residual Echo Technique.
Hong Gang swatted the flames away with his fists wreathed in fire, then charged toward Sa Do-myeong.
Drawing close, he extended his arms forward and unleashed a torrent of fiery force.
At the same moment, Ha Gyeong-un of Chui Ok Gok Mun unleashed his technique.
Vines erupted from the ground, intertwining and sharpening into spikes as they targeted Sa Do-myeong.
Boom!
The two techniques collided, and an explosion erupted.
“Did we get him?!”
“How could we have?!”
As I shouted loudly, Hong Gang, suspended in mid-air, lowered his head to look down.
“Why are you picking a fight with me?”
“You’re the one who started it!”
And look ahead, you idiot!
Whoosh!
The Yuun Eunha Reung extended in a long arc, coiling around Hong Gang’s legs and dragging him down to the ground.
Hong Gang, slammed into the floor with blood dripping from his nose, jerked his head up sharply.
“You little runt, are you trying to get yourself killed?!”
“If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead.”
Before my words even finished, a massive explosion erupted from the outer wall, and part of it collapsed inward.
Demonic qi poured through the dust, targeting Hong Gang.
“Ha! I could have dodged that!”
“And here I thought you’d show some gratitude, sister!”
“And who are you, looking like some parasitic older brother?!”
“This bastard…?”
Eun Hui-gyeom, seething with anger, swung his sword back and forth vigorously.
Rumble!
The aura emanating from Sa Do-myeong spread along the walls of the Cave Chamber.
“We don’t have time to squabble amongst ourselves. And this is merely my observation, but that one appears to be drawing power from the Dharma Formation.”
Jin Seok-jun, who had been continuously reading the formation, turned his gaze toward the Dharma Formation.
Sa Do-myeong himself was nothing more than a hollow shell, merely wielding the demonic qi flowing from the Dharma Formation to launch his attacks.
In other words, if we destroyed the Dharma Formation, we could stop Sa Do-myeong.
“Do you see that nail at the end of the Dharma Formation? That’s a casting artifact used in large-scale formations. Normally, a formation establishes its axis around the caster. However, in the case of a formation without a living caster like this one…”
“Then there must be something to serve as the axis instead?”
“Precisely. If my suspicion is correct, that nail there should be the axis of the Severed Vein Grand Formation.”
Jung Hak-chul, Jin Seok-jun’s master, was a formation expert of the highest caliber.
Thanks to studying under such a master, Jin Seok-jun possessed keen insight into formations despite being a cultivator of the Monastery.
“Did you hear?! We’ll destroy the casting artifact, so use that time to hold back Sa Do-myeong!”
“Don’t order us around! Why should we clean up your mess…”
“We don’t have time for this, as I said. I will assist you.”
Ha Gyeong-un, a cultivator of Chui Ok Gok Mun dressed in a jade-green robe, stepped forward while forming a hand seal.
“I’ll trust in you.”
At his gaze, I gave a slight nod.
“Hmph, foolish. Do you truly believe I’ll remain idle while you attempt to destroy it?”
Sa Do-myeong, who had not budged an inch, suddenly formed a hand seal while suspended in mid-air.
Fwoooosh.
Black demonic qi surged from the Severed Vein Grand Formation, and creatures of indeterminate form crawled upward.
[Vengeful Spirit Reversal Technique]
“Damn it, insane. Those are vengeful spirits!”
By absorbing the lives consumed in creating the Severed Vein Grand Formation, artificial vengeful spirits had been manufactured from their resentment.
But that wasn’t all.
Black flames flickered behind Sa Do-myeong’s back, pouring down without respite.
Hong Gang and Ha Gyeong-un’s group engaged Sa Do-myeong, while on the opposite side, other cultivators were too occupied battling the Honcheon Guard Army to spare attention.
“Aaahhh! This will never end at this rate!”
Eun Hui-gyeom, wielding his flying sword alongside constant spellcasting, felled the artificial vengeful spirits relentlessly.
Yet the vengeful spirits, artificially created through demonic qi, revived instantly no matter how many times they were destroyed.
I retrieved my flying sword, gripped my blade firmly, and fixed my gaze upon the nails.
‘If the number of nails decreases, the vengeful spirits will diminish. Right now, I have no choice but to make a bold move!’
I lowered my stance slightly, gripping my sword.
“Cover me!”
Before my words even finished, I charged in a straight line toward the nails.
Fwoooosh.
The vengeful spirits blocking my path were torn asunder by Kang Jin-heon’s spellwork and vanished.
But other vengeful spirits approached from the side.
A column of water erupted from beside me through Eun Hui-gyeom’s water cultivation technique.
The ensuing explosive destruction of the rocks opened a perfect path.
I leaped over the fallen boulders and succeeded in approaching the nails.
Goooooong.
Near the formation, there existed a primordial spirit of incomparable magnitude compared to the creatures before it.
“Out of my way!”
Seongjin Yuun Sword Technique.
As I drew the blade downward, torrents of sword force cascaded like rain, pinning the primordial spirit beneath their weight.

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