Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 936

Truth (3)

Yeon Ho-jeong’s expression did not change. His eyes also did not waver.

However, I was shocked to the point where my head was dizzy.

‘Back in time?’

This is ridiculous.

It would be much more realistic to say that the ultimate medical technique was used to bring a dead person back to life. In fact, at one time in the past, it was common to say that a combination of harsh drugs and extreme medical techniques created a magic trick that brought the dead back to life.

If you look just around Yeonhojeong, the person working under Prince Moyong is a descendant of the extinct Jinju family. The Jinjueon family was an unlucky family that failed while trying to gain stronger martial arts skills and a stronger body by taking advantage of Gangsi techniques.

In other words, it is not impossible in this powerhouse.

However, going back in time was not something anyone was allowed to do.

Time is not a substance and is something that goes beyond even vague concepts such as energy. It is impossible to reverse time using any technology in the world.

Yes. It was the truth and it was the truth.

However, Yeonhojeong could not say that it was impossible at all.

It was because he himself went back decades. I could not say that it was absurd because I had the experience of literally going back in time, not just in another world with the same environment.

“Going back in time? “How many people have you fooled with such nonsense?”

Cheon Gyo-hong burst into laughter.

Unexpectedly, it was very nice to hear his laughter while not dealing with demonic energy.

“It would have been better for us if we had cheated. There would have been no need to search the world to find it. Furthermore, there would have been no reason to hide for that long.”

“…?”

“Do you know about blood religion?”

“I only know as much as other people know.”

“It means you don’t know.”

Cheon Kyo-hong turned his gaze to the sky. The clear yet dark sky was like looking up from the underworld.

“Conversation is good, but there is no need to give information that could be harmful to the people behind you.”

“I’m losing interest.”

“Our blood religion was torn apart by the war three hundred years ago.”

“know.”

“There were three noble families that supported the blood religion. It was the noble family that supported the words, but it was the Three Gongs that actually moved the blood religion. The main body of the Blood Cult did nothing. “I simply offered sacrifices to God and continued research to become a superior being.”

Does that mean that such information is somehow good?

I couldn’t figure it out. However, it was clearly useless information to Yeon Ho-jeong. Information about a mysterious organization that no one knows about is nothing more or less than a story.

“Still, the status of the blood cult was absolute. “It was the Three Gongs that moved the blood religion, but blood religion could not exist without the blood religion’s leader.”

“But why was it torn?”

“It’s because of blood jade.”

“…?!”

“It must have been three hundred years ago, maybe even more. “Hyeol-ok refused to divorce the blood cult leader.”

Yeon Ho-jeong frowned.

Does this mean that mere objects have will?

Rather, what does it mean to reject it?

“Until now, in the history of the blood religion, no one has completely opened up the blood prison. “If we had completely opened the Blood Jade, the world would have already been ours.”

The world that Cheon Gyo-hong spoke of was not the level of the central plains.

It’s literally mean. It is said that all the land under the sky, with no end in sight, would have belonged to the blood religion.

“If you use all of the power of the blood jade, you can reverse time. Of course, the only person who actually made it possible was the first sect leader who established the first blood religion.”

“The first sect leader….”

“The first sect leader first learned magic at the age of Gyeok-sik. “At a time when there was no concept of magic in the first place, a person who did not know anything about martial arts suddenly mastered magic, and in just 20 years, he reached a level where it was difficult to find a rival.”

“…!”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes wavered.

A person who didn’t know anything about martial arts suddenly realized magic arts?

Of course, this is impossible. Furthermore, it is difficult to understand that a person who did not learn martial arts until the stipulated time became the strongest person in the world in just 20 years.

But Yeon Ho-jeong saw herself in those words.

In the eyes of others, Yeon Ho-jeong will not be much different from him.

A young man with a lack of talent and an immature ego suddenly changed his personality and achieved great success in an instant, leading to the end of his family’s education. He also learned a martial art of unknown origin and suddenly became stronger.

In less than ten years, let alone twenty years, he has reached the ultimate state of martial god, and is now receiving the enthusiasm of all people as one of the greatest absolutes in the world.

Is this possible?

Unless it was a gift from heaven or a revelation from God who truly rules heaven, this would have been absolutely impossible.

“It is difficult to be sure whether he actually went back in time when using the blood jade. However, if it were not for time reversal, such a mythical event would not have occurred. In fact, there were many people who were influenced by his story and became believers.”

“….”

“Since then, blood jade has become one of the three major sacred objects of blood religion. “It was one of the most important treasures among the three great gods.”

Chen Qiaohong’s eyes deepened.

“It wasn’t you, but a meditative maniac who stole it and ran away.”

“….”

“Although it was the power of divorce, it was not permanent. In the thousand-year history of blood religion, there has never been anyone who used blood jade to rule for more than three generations. Of course, that alone is huge.”

Three generations.

Even if one person’s lifespan is sixty years, it is one hundred and eighty years. In other words, they rejected the lifespan given by heaven, used a technique that went against the way of heaven, changed into a new body, and ruled the blood religion just like the previous generation.

It was literally a fictional story that you would hear while drinking in a guesthouse.

“Then, the blood cult leader from 300 years ago was not chosen by the blood prison…” “

That’s right. He was the first one. “Of all the blood cult leaders in history, he was the only one who could not benefit from a single divorce.”

At first glance, a complex expression appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face.

If there really was such a thing as blood jade, it was truly a monster that defied the way of heaven. The problem is that the monster may be related to him.

Existence itself is a reverse heaven. It was difficult for Yeonhojeong to define his own existence.

“And then the meditative maniac stole the blood jade.”

“…why.”

Yeon Ho-jeong asked in a whisper.

“What kind of position did the meditative maniac hold in the blood cult that allowed him to steal the blood jade?”

The corners of Cheon Gyo-hong’s mouth rose.

Even though he said he treated Yeon Ho-jeong as an unrelated third party, he was still convinced that Yeon Ho-jeong was a contemplative maniac. Unless you are a fanatic of contemplation, you would not be able to understand my martial arts skills and abilities.

He spoke in a heavy voice, hoping that the meditative maniac who was sleeping in the other person’s memory would hear.

“The contemplative maniac was the eldest son of the blood cult leader who could not handle blood jade.”

“…!!”

“He was also a monster born with the greatest talent of all time, and he was an unexalted genius who compiled all the magical arts of the Blood Cult to the point of perfection.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes shook as if there had been an earthquake.

‘Master….’

The contemplative maniac, Four Directions Muje.

Furthermore, he, who was called Hwangryongje, was the greatest martial god of all time and a hero of the Central Plains who suddenly appeared 300 years ago and put an end to the Rebellion.

It was difficult to think that He had lived for three hundred years. It was like that at first.

However, recently it occurred to me that this could really be the case. In fact, looking at what you told your younger self when you opened the Yellow Dragon, it was clearly a person from 300 years ago.

Suddenly, Yeon Ho-jeong remembered what Cheon Gyo-hong said before the fight.

‘The worst traitor in this church, not the blood religion! The devil who erased the footsteps of a thousand years of blood religion! A thief who changed history and the seed of destruction!’

‘You could be called an eternal traitor just by stealing the blood jade and running away, but to show up like this as a half-devil who couldn’t even die! Aren’t you embarrassed, you bastard!’

The worst traitor. A thief who changed history.

Yes. From the perspective of the remaining remnants of the religious cult, Master was a person who could well be called that.

Yeon Ho-jeong was puzzled.

Master said that he was the greatest genius and monster in the history of the blood religion. Why did such a person break out of the religious cult and point his sword at them?

To countless ordinary people, their teacher was a hero who will live on forever, but at first glance, it was difficult to understand that a person who had lived his entire life as a successor to a blood religion would suddenly betray his family and point his sword at him. It seemed like there was definitely something going on.

‘Even Shinigō is strange.’

The Master said. He himself is the successor to the Four Gods of War, the strongest fighting technique in ancient times, and the successors of the Four Gods of War are called Four Gods of War, and they fought on the battlefield.

As Cheon Gyo-hong said, if the teacher was a compilation of all the magic techniques of blood religion, there would have been no need to learn Sasinmu.

No, I probably wouldn’t have even learned Sasinmu before that. The Four Gods Qi (Four Gods Qi) were each a sum of sacred energy, so it was a Shingungjeolhak that those who had trained in Demonic Gong could never master.

There is something. Something that no one can imagine.

Cheon Gyo-hong continued.

“If it simply ended there, then yes. I could have moved on with that. “We would have gone on a rampage to somehow retrieve the blood jade, but we wouldn’t all have been so united in hatred.”

“….”

“But the contemplative maniac modified the five-colored hell ball, which is said to be the worst magic attack in the history of the martial arts world, and created a strange attack that is the opposite of all magic arts in the world! The martial arts he created were completely different from the Buddhist martial arts or the martial arts of Taoism! “It was a sword of destruction that went beyond the principles of coexistence and coexistence, and was designed to completely destroy the devil!”

Cheon Kyo-hong’s eyes lit up with fire.

“What does that mean! Isn’t this a will to eradicate us, even if it means successive generations? “It cannot be explained except by the twisted desires of So In-bae, who cannot acknowledge his own extremely ungrateful roots!”

The corners of Yeon Ho-jeong’s mouth rose.

“I didn’t know that you guys would say things like being ungrateful and petty.”

“You can think whatever you want. The contemplative maniac has gone too far. “With your overflowing talent, you aim your sword at the blood religion. Isn’t this a mortal sin worthy of death 10,000 times over?”

“I think it was a great choice. “I don’t know what might happen if I let crazy fanatics like you loose.”

Chen Qiaohong smiled.

“Yes, it may look like that to you.”

“No matter what great reason you have, what you did cannot be defended.”

“If that’s the case, then the same goes for meditative fanatics.”

Chen Qiaohong’s expression changed again.

The terrifying expression on the ghost’s face and the ghost fire filling its eyes were truly terrifying.

“If he hadn’t created a martial art that destroys magic, maybe I wouldn’t have belonged to the Gwanghyeol.”

“what?”

“The contemplative maniac was the eldest son of a blood cult. Then, where did the second son go so that he could not become the master of the blood religion?”

“…?!”

“When Sa-eum and Shin-hwa, who were overcome with a sense of betrayal and at the same time possessed by a deep desire, tried to blame that bloodline, it was the Gwanghyeol Maga (狂血魔家) who brought in that bloodline and protected the legitimacy of the blood religion.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes trembled.

“Do you understand? “I am the descendant of the Cheon family who almost died because of you, the meditator!”