I Prayed for a Murim Reincarnation, But I Was Born as the Youngest Imperial Prince - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110
When Jun was utilizing Absolute Shadow more effectively than a crane and the construction was halfway complete, the Golden Needles of Life and Death also vanished entirely into Seonwu’s body.
Seonwu felt the energy of the golden needles blend with his Internal Energy, revitalizing his physical form.
‘If I add the Tianlong Pill and the final golden needle to this…’
He would be able to fight with double, no, triple his usual Internal Power.
It was a temporary boost with a strict time limit and an incredibly steep cost, but what did it matter?
‘Depending on the opponent, it’s not a waste in the slightest.’
To add to this, the As-You-Wish Treasure Clothing offered reliable protection.
Furthermore, as a Dharma Instrument to subdue demons, nothing could match the Brahma Bell from the West.
‘The World-Saving Medicine and Poison Horn won’t be of much use unless the opponent employs poison arts… But the Demon-Subduing Divine Dragon Sword is a different story.’
Seonwu struck up a conversation with the Divine Dragon Sword.
[If whatever crawls out of there happens to be one of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables, or several Transcendence Realm Demons, I’ll be relying on you too.]
[Hehe, is a powerful foe worthy of this body finally making an appearance!]
[Well, that’s only if they actually show up.]
[If a dragon like you senses that possibility so strongly and prepares for it, then it must be true!]
[Is… Is that so?]
For some reason, the Divine Dragon Sword seemed more confident in Seonwu’s intuition than Seonwu himself, treating it as if it were an absolute prophecy.
[Fufu, I’d prefer it to be one of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables if possible.]
[Hmm, I’d rather avoid an opponent who’s too overwhelming.]
No matter how much he relied on Zhuge’s formations, various rare treasures, and even the Tiandi Zhouhua Dafa utilizing the Golden Needles of Life and Death and the Tianlong Pill, he could not be entirely certain if the opponent was a Great Archdevil of the Ultimate Demonic Realm, which corresponded to the Realm of Creation.
It was not that he would definitely lose, but Seonwu’s true desire was still to avoid such a fierce struggle if possible.
[Hmph, what nonsense! You call yourself the Chivalrous Dragon! How can you look to avoid an opportunity to slay a Great Archdevil, save the common people, restore the righteousness of the Wulin, and spread your chivalrous fame far and wide! This is precisely the path of chivalry! Is it not the mark of a true Chivalrous Xia to uphold your principles even against a powerful foe!]
[I suppose that makes sense too.]
Seonwu found himself swayed by the words of the Divine Dragon Sword once again.
‘That’s true. If a Chivalrous Xia only upholds chivalry against easy targets, then it’s only half-hearted.’
Of course, diligently dealing with minor evils that one could easily handle was also a diligent and noble pursuit.
There were plenty of people in the world who would not even do that much, or worse, who chose to commit evil themselves.
‘Instead of calling it pandering to the strong while crushing the weak, one could just call it realistic and level-headed.’
It all depended on how one framed it.
However, the famous scenes that truly made his heart race were always those battles where someone upheld chivalry against an overwhelmingly powerful enemy.
‘Yeah, that’s the kind of Chivalrous Xia I always admired.’
If so, the Eight Great Demon Lords of the Dark were the greatest cancer within the nation.
Even if they did not move recklessly, their mere existence terrorized and tormented countless people.
And the devastation they caused whenever they did act was truly catastrophic.
Furthermore, their subordinates, the ordinary Demonic Practitioners, constantly opened Ghost Gates all over the place to summon Demonic Monsters and attack people, making them the literal source of all evil.
‘Forty years since the founding of the nation. Though many have died defending the border during that time…’
How many had been killed or maimed by the Demons or the Demonic Monsters they summoned?
‘I saw the statistics compiled a while ago; last year alone, hundreds of thousands of people were killed by Demons or Demonic Monsters. Granted, that figure combines the deaths in the rear with those at the border…’
Hundreds of thousands was an astronomical number. The empire’s population of one hundred million possessed a high birth rate, allowing the population to grow slowly despite the losses, but in any ordinary country, such a death toll would have caused the population to vanish instantly, driving the nation straight toward ruin.
What about the families and relatives of those hundreds of thousands?
He had known that the Demons and Demonic Monsters were rampant, but he had never imagined the casualties would reach hundreds of thousands in a single year.
If he could judge such wicked beings…
And thereby prevent the harm they would cause in the future…
If he could do something about an arch-evil on the level of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables, factoring in the future casualties prevented, it might mean saving not just ten thousand or twenty thousand, but a hundred thousand lives or even more.
‘A hundred thousand… Right, let’s call it a hundred thousand.’
Looking at it that way, whether the opponent was one of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables or something else, it was worth risking his life to play the hero for once.
It would be something to brag about for the rest of his life.
Seonwu steeled his resolve.
Of course, it would be a bit embarrassing if he went through all this mental preparation only for someone below that rank to show up.
But a man had to prepare his heart in advance.
“Alright. Then we need to finish this formation quickly.”
This was the only fortress they could rely on in an emergency.
Gathering his courage was one thing, but Seonwu had absolutely no intention of intentionally lowering his odds of survival.
Seonwu still possessed the sensibilities of an ordinary citizen from his past life, far too grounded to deliberately court danger just to look cool.
* * *
Jin Goesam, a Demonic Practitioner who had been monitoring the surroundings under the orders of Mandok Mazon, belatedly witnessed the construction of the formation taking place on the opposite side of the mountain peak.
He had his excuses.
Scouting back and forth between this direction and that direction, trying to cover everything, he had reached his absolute limit working alone.
Moreover, to avoid revealing his identity as a Demon, he had not cultivated Demonic Arts.
Since his internal power was not particularly high either, he naturally lacked the ability to quickly discover anything hidden in the rugged mountains.
Thus, when he finally discovered the formation construction, he panicked completely.
“What on earth are those bastards doing?”
He could not identify the specific formation, but no matter how he looked at it, it was undeniably a formation.
“Who are they?”
He pulled out a telescope to observe his targets.
Though they could not compare to modern engineering, the artisans of the Great Long Empire were already capable of manufacturing glass and spectacles, and they could manage low-magnification telescopes.
And through it, he spotted Gal U-ryang and confirmed him to be Yaxian.
‘Yaxian? Then those young men with him must be the Three Dragons who escorted him. The Chivalrous Dragon, the Sword Dragon, the Earth Dragon… But why come all the way here to set up a formation?’
Something was wrong.
Rather than trying to deduce the situation himself, Jin Goesam chose to report urgently to Mandok Mazon.
“Venerable One, something has gone awry.”
“What is it?”
“The targets have approached the vicinity, but instead of advancing further, they are constructing a formation. I discovered them too late, and I fear they may have nearly completed it.”
“Hmm?”
Mandok Mazon had to ask again, wondering if he had misheard.
“They built a formation?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
What nonsense was this?
Simple formations could be set up in the blink of an eye.
However, if Jin Goesam was making such a fuss, it could not be a mere array meant to shield them from the wind and rain.
“You possess a decent eye for these things. Was that formation truly out of the ordinary?”
“Yes, Venerable One. I do not know its exact nature, but even before its completion, the residual energy swirling around it was extraordinary. It is no ordinary array.”
‘Hmm, they must have used expensive and rare Formation Artifacts to hastily assemble a usable array.’
Even so, at best, it would only be effective against someone in the Peak Realm.
It could not possibly be something capable of threatening him.
‘This is not a blunder born of This Seat’s carelessness, but rather the clear limitation of the Wulin.’
He was one of the Eight Dark Devils, an absolute powerhouse of the Ultimate Demonic Realm who rivaled the Realm of Creation.
Even if the forces of the Wulin scrambled to set up a formation, and even if they poured in expensive and rare treasures, there was a strict ceiling to what they could achieve.
Even the Namgung Clan, once lauded as the greatest in the Wulin though recently reduced to beggars.
Even the Zhuge Clan, the foremost of the five great families when it came to formations, had a limit to the treasures they possessed.
The level they could mobilize for a makeshift formation like this was entirely predictable.
‘Unless they somehow plundered the treasury of the Imperial Court. But that is absurd.’
Excluding the Imperial Family, where all the treasures of the entire empire converged, there was no place capable of instantly mobilizing enough artifacts to construct a formation that an Ultimate Demonic Realm master would need to worry about.
A prominent group from a single province’s Wulin could never manage such a feat.
‘But deploying a formation instead of advancing here… Does it mean they noticed my ambush?’
No.
If they had recognized him, they would have fled immediately rather than wasting their time setting up a pointless array.
Would Yaxian and three Rising Stars seriously dare to fight a Mazon like him?
Unless that array was the Divine Wind Eight Trigrams Grand Formation that guarded the main estate of the Zhuge Clan, an array slapped together in a hurry made absolutely no sense.
They could never summon the courage to face him.
‘Then the answer is obvious.’
For some reason, those brats must have sensed his Demonic Qi.
However, failing to accurately gauge his true caliber, they likely assumed him to be a mere Transcendence Realm Demon.
Thus, rather than being caught while trying to flee, they chose to dig in and hold their ground using a formation.
There was no reason to delay any longer.
“It would have been more convenient had they come closer, but those planning a siege will not move easily. So be it. Before This Seat’s might, such trivialities make no difference.”
Whether they fled in terror before his power or attempted to fight back while relying on that pathetic array, the end result would be exactly the same.
“You remain hidden here.”
“Yes, Venerable One.”
His three escorts, who had cultivated Demonic Arts, inquired.
“What shall we do?”
“Follow me. Though there will be nothing for you to do, watch and learn.”
“Understood.”
* * *
It happened just as Seonwu joined them and the formation was virtually complete.
Dark clouds suddenly choked the once-clear sky.
A violet mist bubbled up, plunging the world into a profound silence.
The chirping of the mountain birds vanished completely, and a terrifying stillness blanketed the mountain.
Leaves withered, and trees decayed.
Death had arrived.
The exact spot where Seonwu had suspected a Demon was lurking.
From that very place, a horrific Demonic Qi surged forth, proclaiming terror and despair.
The purple mist signaled the end of life.
Everything that drew breath within this poison would die and rot away.
The lord of all poisons had arrived.
Witnessing this bizarre phenomenon engulf the mountain, Seonwu was deeply shocked.
To be precise, everyone in his party was stunned.
“Domain Governance? Creation… No, a Mazon of the Ultimate Demonic Realm?”
Gal U-ryang cried out, trembling.
“You were right! One of the Eight Great Demonic Venerables was truly lurking there! If we had kept going, we would have died without even being able to lift a finger.”
“It seems so.”
Seeing Seonwu reply so calmly, Gal U-ryang was struck with renewed admiration.
‘As expected of the next admiral groomed by the Yuelongwei. My heart is pounding so hard it feels ready to stop, yet he remains perfectly composed. I suppose it is because he already predicted this and completed all preparations for the battle.’
He surely possessed a brilliant strategy to counter the foe.
In truth, however, Seonwu was not feeling particularly brave.
With the strongest enemy he had anticipated suddenly bursting onto the scene, he was simply operating his Cultivation Method to control his emotions.
The Peerless Prajna Divine Art proved highly effective in fortifying his mind during moments like this.
Instead of freezing in shock, Seonwu barked out an order.
“Jun! Finish the formation and activate it!”
“Got it.”
Jun also dropped his playful demeanor.
This was no time to tease Absolute Shadow.
‘One wrong move, and we die here today.’
Fortunately, the formation was fully constructed, leaving only the final piece required for activation.
“Absolute Shadow.”
“Yes, Senior.”
“Yaxian and I will launch a pincer attack to take down the Mazon. But to pull that off, we absolutely need the support of Jun’s formation. It’ll be trouble if the Mazon’s lackeys attack Jun while he’s manipulating the array to match our movements. You protect him.”
“…I obey your command.”
The poisonous fog crept closer.
Everything swept up in that mist perished.
[Mandok Jamu]
This was the Realm of Creation, or the Ultimate Demonic Realm.
While a Transcendence Realm master could observe a single thread of nature’s flow with their will, ensuring an uninterrupted flow of Internal Energy and allowing them to unleash Gangqi continuously without strain.
This realm went beyond that, blanketing the entire surrounding domain with one’s own principles to govern it at will.
Mandok Mazon Li Xianwu.
Five years ago, he had slaughtered over ten thousand people in Sichuan Province. The fact that the Patriarch of the Tang Clan was among those ten thousand had sent shockwaves of terror throughout the land, cementing his reputation as a Great Archdevil.
If one factored in his illustrious crimes prior to that event, the number of lives claimed by his hands exceeded one hundred thousand.
Yet, he had not come today to slaughter ten thousand.
Yaxian.
And the three Rising Stars of the Orthodox Factions who accompanied him.
Harvesting the four of them today would be more than enough.
Using them as sacrifices to open the Ghost Gate would inevitably claim even more lives, but a single prize of this caliber outweighed ten thousand worthless husks.
“This Seat is the purification of all poison, and the bringer of your demise.”
The poisonous mist writhed, gradually coalescing into a tangible shape.
It rose, transforming into a violet serpent.
[Doksa Chuldong]
The serpent advanced, leaving nothing but death in its wake.
Not only the grass and trees.
Even the birds could not take flight into the sky, crashing to the earth to draw their final breaths.
The earthworms hidden deep beneath the soil writhed in agony before dying.
Death.
Death.
Death.
A myriad of poisons claimed a myriad of lives.

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