I Possessed a Cultivator Destined to Die at the Hands of the Protagonist - Chapter 65

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65.
The Seven Extinction Successors.
Seven loyal subordinates of the Divine Demon who had been enemies during the Celestial Demon War.
Their purpose was to summon the Seven Calamities and resurrect their master, the Divine Demon.
“The Seven Extinction Successors? What are those?”
“Subordinates of the Divine Demon.”
“The Divine Demon? You mean from the Celestial Demon War? But that was thousands of years ago….”
The monastery disciples who heard Yang Ja-han’s words were left speechless, their mouths hanging open.
It was said that the Divine Demon had been defeated and perished back then, and with the Divine Demon’s demise, its subordinates had vanished without a trace.
“That’s not the important part.”
Yang Ja-han cut off Eun Hui-gyeom’s words, his brow furrowing.
He turned his head and suddenly fixed his gaze upon me, muttering under his breath.
“If only you didn’t exist.”
It was barely a whisper, but now that I’d become a monastery disciple, hearing voices at this distance was nothing.
“Are you saying this monster appeared because of me? What did I even do?”
“You know less about yourself than you think.”
….
“Your very existence is a calamity.”
Ha.
I’d long known that Yang Ja-han held no affection for me like a childhood friend would.
I had no intention of playing along with him either, laughing and joking like in the original story.
Still, saying something like that directly to someone’s face was too much.
‘What did I do?’
Just because he’s the protagonist?
Though we’d reunited after decades, aside from his handsome face, his personality remained as unpalatable as ever.
“Both of you, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but what matters now is how we deal with that creature.”
“There’s nothing to deal with.”
…What do you mean?”
“None of us can defeat it. Running is our only chance at survival.”
Yang Ja-han was chillingly pragmatic.
Though it was a remnant of the Celestial Demon War, he grasped faster than anyone that lower-ranked monastery disciples stood no chance.
All eyes turned toward the Seven Extinction Successors.
As the figure slowly lifted his head, snow-white hair swept across the ground.
A wind tinged with violet demonic energy slowly circled around him.
“…So the master of Paecheonmun ends so pathetically.”
His voice resonated through my mind.
Wherever the sound reached, the air vibrated, and my ears and head throbbed with pain.
Then the surviving sorcerers of Paecheonmun approached the figure and knelt.
“Great Divine Demon’s successor, Pung-hu, Paecheonmun and our great cause are not yet finished. We humbly beseech you to lend us your power so that we may complete our great endeavor.”
Pung-hu continued to stare straight ahead.
He slowly raised his hand.
In that instant, wind surged violently, and the surviving Paecheonmun sorcerers’ bodies lifted into the air.
“W-what are you doing, Successor?”
“If you wish to live, then complete the great work with your flesh and souls.”
Pung-hu clenched his fist against empty space.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Kraaaahhhhh!”
A black blade wind erupted, tearing the Paecheonmun sorcerers’ bodies to shreds.
The blood of dozens of sorcerers seeped deep into the earth.
Some sorcerers, even as they died, cried out the names of Pung-hu and Paecheonmun.
Thud, thud, thud.
Fragments of flesh fell upon our heads in a rain of blood.
Several monks, unable to bear the gruesome sight, covered their mouths and retched.
“Haha, hahahaha! Did you truly think it would end here?”
As Pung-hu wove his hands and formed a seal, something unbelievable occurred.
The blood pooled like puddles began to glow, seeping into the already-destroyed Myeolmaek Great Formation.
“W-the Myeolmaek Great Formation is activating again!”
“This madness! We shattered the Minghunjing—how is it still functioning!”
“Though regrettable, I shall use you as sacrifices instead.”
Before Pung-hu’s words even finished, the blade wind that had killed the sorcerers in one stroke came hurtling toward us.
It was less like wind and more like invisible blades thrashing about.
Eun Hui-gyeom reflexively drew the Hyeonsu Nakwol Sword, and I unfurled the Yueun Eunha Rung.
“Everyone, flee! Run as far as you can!”
As Jin Seok-jun screamed until his voice broke, the monks scattered in all directions.
Yet not all could evade the attack.
The wind exploded outward in all directions, tearing apart the monks closest to it.
Screams erupted from every side.
Monks unable to control their bodies lifted into the air, their flesh and blood scattering everywhere.
As the wind approached me, I unfurled the Yueun Eunha Rung and blocked Eun Hui-gyeom’s front.
“Sister!”
“Ugh, what are you doing!”
The moment the wind touched it, the Yueun Eunha Rung was torn apart.
I continuously regenerated it with my dharmic power, but even holding for a few seconds was insufficient.
I had no time for lengthy words with Eun Hui-gyeom.
Eun Hui-gyeom drove his sword into the ground and poured his dharmic power into the Changhae Byeoksu Pillar.
“From the distant abyss, crystalline waters rise to become a vast shield of heaven. A thousand streams of azure essence form a circular veil to cleanse all turbidity and malice that approaches.”
[Hyeonsu Cheonbaek Technique]
Eun Hui-gyeom formed the hand seal as rapidly as he could.
“Aaahhh!”
Eun Hui-gyeom caught my recoiling arm with a single hand.
Simultaneously, the Hyeonsu Cheonbaek Technique unfolded, blocking Pung-hu’s assault.
“Ugh!”
Even with the incantation recited and the aid of the dharma treasure, cracks spider-webbed across the barrier of hand seals.
Eun Hui-gyeom’s body was pushed back slightly.
As the wind dissipated completely, Eun Hui-gyeom’s trembling form gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.
“Hack, cough!”
“Hui-gyeom!”
It seemed he had forced himself to block the attack, for blood spilled from his lips from the recoil.
He was attempting to recover using the Vitality Art, but the depletion of his spiritual energy made the healing sluggish.
I surveyed the devastated surroundings.
The cavern bore countless scars carved by the wind’s fury.
Blood dripped steadily from above, and corpses—both ally and enemy alike—were rendered unrecognizable.
Yet the area immediately around Pung-hu remained terrifyingly pristine.
I lifted my gaze to look upon Pung-hu.
“….”
Merely meeting his eyes caused my breath to catch sharply.
The aura emanating from his form was fundamentally different.
‘Different.’
The very essence—not as a human, but as a being of spirit and flesh—was incomparable.
Nothing I had encountered thus far could be measured against it.
In that instant, Yang Ja-han’s words about fleeing being the wisest course flickered through my mind.
Pung-hu slowly surveyed those who remained standing.
“There are quite a few with some spirit among you.”
I clenched my teeth and stepped forward.
‘I’m terrified.’
I had come close to death several times before, but this—this was far more frightening.
Death itself seemed to have drawn near, its hand already at my throat.
If despair had a feeling, surely it would be this.
And yet.
“Why… why do this?”
“…Oho?”
As I addressed Pung-hu, he turned his head slowly toward me.
My body continued to tremble, but my voice did not falter.
“The Monastery disciples of Jeongmun Paldae, perhaps—but did you truly need to slaughter the sorcerers of Paecheonmun so cruelly?”
“Ah, so that’s what you meant—how pointless your words are.”
“What?”
“A chess piece that has served its purpose as a chess piece—what complaint could there be?”
Pung-hu let out a derisive laugh, as though my question made no sense.
“Had they performed adequately, I would never have needed to appear here myself. They died and became the foundation of the Myeolmaek Great Formation—could there be a more useful death than that?”
Pung-hu’s casual tone made my anger flare to the breaking point.
I understood that death and killing were woven into the fabric of this world.
I myself had taken lives before.
But I believed that the meaning of those deaths should never be trampled upon so carelessly by another.
“Well, for a masterless cur to bark, that wasn’t half bad.”
“What did you just say?”
“Oh, did I misspeak?”
The Seven Extinction Successors dreamed of reviving the Divine Demon, yet the Divine Demon did not currently exist.
“A hollow shell clinging to past glory—how pathetic.”
My provocation twisted Pung-hu’s expression into something grotesque for the first time.
“Hah! I’ll capture you alive and make you the cornerstone of my formation!”
Pung-hu’s voice split the air with a razor’s edge.

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