Reincarnation Sword God

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Dark Heaven Village

The moment Zhuyong descended, Zhuge Sa felt a terrifying pain as black flames dug into his brain, scorching him in an instant.

Sizzle!

A rapid burning engulfed his body, his flesh melting like liquid. In the hellish flames, as he felt his bones charred, Zhuge Sa chuckled softly. It was just as he’d expected.

Of course, I knew it would be like this.

Having researched and mastered thousands of spells and techniques, Zhuge Sa instinctively sensed that reciting the summoning technique given to him by the Sovereign Jeon Wook would lead to his death.

The Three Sovereigns wouldn’t simply hand over a summoning technique for a mortal to use casually. If a powerful being was summoned, the residue of that power would seize the summoner’s mind, and without controlling that force, it was natural for the summoner to perish. To prevent this, the Three Sovereigns would have to show some consideration, but those who viewed humans as mere insects would never do that, right?

In actuality, this spell had no protective magic patterns or circuit spells for the summoner. That meant there were no requirements for summoning or offerings, making it incredibly simple for a grand summoning spell, but that was purely for the convenience of the Three Sovereigns. In truth, it sacrificed the summoner’s own body, hence no additional offerings were needed.

Those who summon Zhuyong shall burn and die by the flames of the Demon God.

Naturally, this spell was practically useless if imparted to Baek Woong upon his return. While there were ways to use it, at present, it served no purpose. There were countless other ways to cause chaos.

However, Zhuge Sa thought this was just fine.

Because he was not Baek Woong. With his abilities, he could exploit even this defect-ridden summoning spell.

I’ll burn to death.

Zhuge Sa sensed the moment he reached the threshold of death as his soul began to leave his body. Even before his flesh melted away, his life functions had already ceased. Normally, when living beings reached this point, their rationality fades, leaving them in a weak state of spirit. Yet, those who have cultivated the Soul Exchange Technique to its peak can maintain their consciousness and freely move their soul even after death.

Zhuge Sa’s soul formed hand signs and activated the supreme secret of the Soul Exchange Technique. Reaching the pinnacle of the technique bestowed upon him the unique ability to perform spells even in a soul state.

Soul Transference!

Sound effect!

In the next moment, Zhuge Sa’s vision shifted to a wholly different location. He realized he had successfully moved to the spare body prepared underground in the hideout.

This was the ability only those who reached the pinnacle of the Soul Exchange Technique possessed—Soul Transference.

Even after death, the ultimate technique that allowed for the immediate transfer of the soul into a pre-arranged body!

If Zhuge Sa’s mastery increased further, he could even attempt to cross the dimensional barrier to another body in this world, but that would only be feasible when he possessed demonic-level power. However, there was no doubt that Zhuge Sa was the one who had perfected the Soul Exchange Technique throughout history. Typically, even when reaching the level of mastery, the failure rate was around 30%.

Certainly, Zhuge Yulong could do the same as Zhuge Sa, but in his case, he had reached the extreme of Eight Trigrams Art, enabling him to implement similar techniques to Soul Transference. Both brothers had become masters in their respective fields, creating a connection between extremes. Their fundamental principles differed, and Zhuge Yulong’s method was not as efficient or easy. No technique existed in the world so specialized in spirit control as the Soul Exchange Technique.

Zhuge Sa struggled to rise from where he stumbled due to the burning pain consuming his entire body. He grimaced at the side effects that had befallen him.

“I can’t see.”

Having lost the eyes of the Demon God, his vision was engulfed in darkness. The surveillance magic temporarily lost its focal point and disintegrated, leaving him extremely uncomfortable. Due to a contract, his eyesight had been taken from him, so even after transference, it wouldn’t recover.

Zhuge Sa quickly recited a spell.

“Come forth, become my eyes.”

As a temporary measure, he summoned a familiar to regain his sight, but this was merely a stopgap. The familiar would continuously consume magical power during the summoning and couldn’t be maintained for long. Within half a moment, the familiar he spread throughout the Divine City would simultaneously be dispelled.

Drip…

Tears of blood flowed from Zhuge Sa’s eyes. The phantom pain from his burns stimulated his cerebral cortex, delivering a strike that felt almost real to his body. Even now, his head felt like it was splitting apart, and he had the urge to carve out his temples, yet he chuckled.

“Heh.”

In the quiet hideout, Zhuge Sa’s dry laughter echoed.

As if his plans were far from finished.

The Eight Parts of the Divine Yacha transformed its body and let out a howl.

[damn it!!]

Crack!

Though her human form remained, her arms had transformed into those of a beast.

She had used her powers, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t revert back to her original form in such a short time.

The Eight Parts of the Divine had originally been blessed by Changhil. Thus, they could fight immediately after resurrection with full power, but the problem was that the fatal wounds suffered during the battle with the Master of the Twelve Joules were inflicted by the Seven Luminaries. Having died to the Seven Luminaries, her resurrection was sluggish, and even after coming back, it was challenging to draw out her original power, as if shackles were chained to her body.

Moreover, the greater issue was that the one summoned was Zhuyong. For some reason, it was an immense burden for the Eight Parts of the Divine to face Zhuyong. As much as she wished to flee immediately, she couldn’t do so.

Because neither Gin Nara nor the Gang Leader had been resurrected yet. If they were to return as humans in the presence of Zhuyong, a terrible disaster would ensue. Yacha couldn’t afford to let her comrade in the Eight Parts of the Divine be tortured.

“Damn human scum!!”

How did things go so wrong?

They had moved with utmost caution. They originally thought splitting up and fighting one at a time would be manageable, but Gin Nara had even deliberately started gathering together. Moreover, they transformed into their original forms and fought without being careless. Yet, how did it end up like this?

Only then did Yacha realize their mistake. They had assumed that the Master of the Twelve Joules would be no stronger than the Overlay Technique and hadn’t considered that even a mere human, utilizing the Seven Luminaries, could become so powerful.

“Anyway, this situation is dangerous.”

No matter how strong the embodiment of the Demon God was, she felt she could manage to bring it down somehow. It would be the same if another “Old Ruler’s” embodiment had been summoned. As long as it wasn’t the original, the levels of an embodiment or an apostle would generally be the same.

There was a special reason the Eight Parts of the Divine could not lose here.

That was the blessing of Changhil, which had been planned since ancient times—itself.

But Zhuyong was different.

Zhuyong must not be faced.

Yacha bit her lip tightly and chose to remain rational. She swung her scythe wide and proclaimed loudly.

[Zhuyong has come!! Don’t help us, everyone else escape!]

She had no choice but to retreat the remaining Eight Parts of the Divine and stay here, buying time for the resurrected Gin Nara and Gang Leader to escape. She didn’t know how far she could go in human form, but she had no choice.

Whirr!

The sound of her demonic scythe produced a resonant reverberation. Yacha raised the scythe and activated a spell.

Ten Great Hells.
Knife Mountain Hell.
Summon!

Crash!

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed. Her demonic scythe was originally forged by the blacksmith of the underworld, set to become the possession of the King of Hell; however, due to a trade with Changhil, it had been granted to her. In other words, it was a treasure of the underworld, capable of drawing forth the powers of hell.

In a flash, the radius of five kilometers transformed into a dense forest of blades within Knife Mountain Hell. Yacha floated in the air, extending her hand forward, and dozens of thousands of blades shot out from the knife forest toward the dark cross mark in the sky.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the forest of swords in Knife Mountain Hell rained down like an upside-down shower.

Rumbling!

Chaos writhes.

[Ugh…]

But the dark cross in the sky swallowed the blades without a care. Yacha despaired when her attack, which would have worked against the Great Immortal, failed entirely, but true despair came moments later.

Thud!!

Yacha perished, unable to scream, as she crashed against a wall. The one who killed her was a dark giant’s finger that had appeared suddenly, disregarding time and space, swirling with blue flames.

Somehow, the summoned giant’s languid voice echoed throughout the hall.

[First one down.]

As the finger slowly withdrew from the sacred altar tree’s remnants, remnants of Yacha’s blood and flesh fell to the ground like dead flies.

Sound effect!

At that moment, the figures of Gin Nara and the Gang Leader materialized in the air. Resurrected by the power of Changhil, they were startled upon realizing the Knife Mountain Hell had been summoned and understood the horrific tragedy before them upon witnessing the corpse of Yacha.

“What?”

The Gang Leader shouted in shock. They couldn’t forget the blue flame giant, having seen it during the Mythological Age, a being that haunted their nightmares.

“Zhuyong!! Why?!”

Gin Nara’s face went pale.

“This can’t be… It’s impossible!!”

“We need to run.”

They immediately gathered strength throughout their bodies, trying to transform into their original forms, but it wasn’t going smoothly. Gin Nara felt flustered.

“No… could it be the injury from the Seven Luminaries?”

At that moment, Zhuyong paused, raising his finger to catch another bug and showed interest.

[Oh… Seven Luminaries? What is that?]

“……”

The two members of the Eight Parts of the Divine were taken aback. If they transformed into their original forms, they could somehow escape, but in human form, that would be an unattainable feat. It was hard to tell whether it was good or bad that Zhuyong showed interest in the Seven Luminaries in their current state.

The Gang Leader decided to leave everything to Gin Nara, his strategist, and looked to him. Gin Nara pondered for a moment before speaking to Zhuyong.

“Zhuyong! We have the Moon Sovereign and Wood Essence.”

[Really?]

“Indeed.”

Boom!

The blue flame giant slowly sat down. Zhuyong slouched on the remnants of the sacred altar tree, resting his chin in his hand. His posture was prideful beyond measure.

[So what do you want from me, you insect bastards?]

“Ugh. You beast…”

Gin Nara was furious but quickly calmed himself and spoke.

“I’ll hand over the ownership of the Seven Luminaries, so let us go.”

Zhuyong did not respond directly to that, instead changing the topic.

[Oh… by the way, you are Gin Nara, right?]

“Do you know me?”

[Changhil spoke highly of you. He claimed to have brought the finest scholar’s soul from Heavenly Contraction under his control… and I’ve heard about the other members of the Eight Parts of the Divine once or twice.]

“……”

Indeed, Zhuyong was a being that originally belonged on a higher echelon than Changhil. Therefore, it was only natural for him to look down upon the Eight Parts of the Divine. When Gin Nara realized Zhuyong unexpectedly recognized him, he interpreted it as a positive sign and hastily continued.

“Please, I’ll transfer the ownership of the Seven Luminaries, so let us…”

[Very well.]

“Are you actually going to grant that request?”

A smile blossomed on Gin Nara’s face. The Gang Leader shared his relief. They knew fighting was futile, so they needed to escape somehow, and finding it hard to believe Zhuyong would let them go was surprising.

Thud!

But in the next moment, Gin Nara’s robust body was smashed into a bloody pulp. Zhuyong’s finger, extended with his demonic power, crushed his human form.

The Gang Leader recognized in that moment that everything had gone awry and immediately activated the Geol-seon Technique to escape.

Drunken Eight Trigrams Step!

The legendary technique known throughout the Martial Arts World unfolded, and his human form quickly darted through Knife Mountain Hell as if scattering wisteria petals. In the blink of an eye, he covered three kilometers.

Yet Zhuyong stood up and casually waved his hand.

Crack!

“Gah…!!”

It was strange. Zhuyong didn’t specifically chase after the Gang Leader; he merely waved his hand in the air, yet the Gang Leader was caught in his grasp. Of course, the Gang Leader was well aware of what this meant.

Zhuyong was a replacement embodiment.

Thus, manipulating time and space to ensnare mortals was child’s play!

Consequently, it was laborious to resist with human martial arts. Only revealing their original forms and resisting with their demonic power could make any sense of escape. Nevertheless, resisting Zhuyong was utterly impossible, and the Gang Leader regretted his earlier fight with the Master of the Twelve Joules.

“Ah, if only we had all fought together…”

Zhuyong grinned while observing the Gang Leader caught in his grasp.

[Honestly, every time Changhil spoke about you, it twisted my insides. It felt absurd that you insect bastards thought you could measure up to me…]

“Guh… Ugh… Ugh.”

Crack!

The Gang Leader couldn’t even muster a rebuttal. Zhuyong’s grip was so strong that even while activating the Protection Energy Technique, his bones and flesh were being torn apart. As he was being crushed, the Gang Leader suffered the tortures of hell, dying slowly.

Zhuyong locked eyes with the Gang Leader.

[It’s been a while since I came to the human realm, and I’m quite hungry…]

That glint in his eye hinted at his appetite.

“……!!”

The Gang Leader’s eyes widened. His body was gradually drawn closer to Zhuyong’s mouth. Realizing what was about to happen, the Gang Leader, using his last bit of strength, struggled desperately.

“Guh… Ugh.”

However, there was nothing he could do, and moments later, he was swallowed into the dark void, enduring excruciating pain.

Crack!

Crack!

Crunch crunch!

After a lengthy feast, Zhuyong felt pleased.

[Hmm… As expected, no Seven Luminaries. It seems it was all just a pile of nonsense.]

Then, he looked upon the remaining members of the Eight Parts of the Divine, transforming into their original forms and soaring toward him, chuckling.

[Ha ha ha! Today is quite a feast.]

The Demon God Zhuyong, who once nearly set the world ablaze, had truly descended.

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