Chapter 1065
CRASH!
The Phantom Dream Fortress Lord's spear came down like lightning upon Bu Eun-seol.
WHOOSH!
In an instant, the spear shaft rippled endlessly, generating wave after wave.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
As the undulations of the Phantom Dream Spear swept through, Bu Eun-seol's skin was instantly dyed crimson with blood.
Much like the Blood Bones, the Phantom Dream Spear Technique shared the same illusory nature—ghostly and intangible.
It was not something that could be blocked through conventional martial arts.
'It strikes the spirit and mind directly, then?'
Every time the spear's tip grazed him, a sinister energy—as if condensed from all the malice and hatred in the world—directly assailed Bu Eun-seol's psyche and soul.
The agony began from the flesh, then—
Was it not as though tens of thousands of blades were tearing through the deepest recesses of his spirit and mind, spreading relentlessly?
'From the flesh...'
Though the sensation was minuscule, Bu Eun-seol did not overlook the clue.
SHHHT—SHHHT—SHHHT!
Suddenly, his shadow multiplied into dozens in response to the spear's phantom strikes.
It was not that his body had stretched into afterimages—rather, he had employed one of the highest mysteries of the Swift Shadowless Art:
Hundred Bodies, One Form.
As if performing a doppelganger technique, he had split his physical body into dozens.
ZZZING!
At once, the torment in his spirit and mind was also divided, as though cleaved into fragments.
'Just as I thought.'
The moment Bu Eun-seol saw the wounds left by the Phantom Dream Spear on his body, he instantly grasped the solution.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Meanwhile, the Phantom Dream Spear poured down with ferocious momentum—
Formless as mist, its vicious energy writhed like a living creature, striking both flesh and spirit directly.
Moreover, since it was not an actual, physical spear, one could only mistake it for an intangible force.
'This, too, is a form of vibration.'
The Phantom Dream Spear shared the same nature as the vibrational force unleashed by Myeong-myeol, the elder who had once slain the Blood God Heaven Lord.
That was why neither martial arts nor Protective Astral Energy could block it.
Even without piercing the skin or delivering a physical impact, it could inflict a devastating strike that seemed to rend both body and soul.
'Having fought numerous opponents has proven useful.'
From Bu Eun-seol's perspective, having already dismantled similar martial techniques before,
Countering the Phantom Dream Spear was not particularly difficult.
RUMBLE—RUMBLE—
With one hand, Bu Eun-seol unleashed the Misty Waves of Rivers and Lakes technique, shattering the Blood Bones, while simultaneously stomping his foot rhythmically.
BOOM—BOOM—
With each reverberation,
The form of the Phantom Dream Spear—which had been ignoring spatial limitations—gradually began to blur.
Bu Eun-seol was precisely detecting the intensity of the vibrations emitted by the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord,
Then generating identical vibrations to neutralize the spear technique's power.
"You—!"
The Phantom Dream Fortress Lord's eyes widened in disbelief.
Even if one knew the mechanics of the Phantom Dream Spear, neutralizing its vibrations required
A divine level of sensory perception and the ability to control Internal Energy with absolute precision.
Yet how could this brat produce the exact same vibrations just by stomping his foot?
How could someone so young display such a divine skill?
BOOM—BOOM—
As the invisible vibrations collided in midair, canceling each other out, the Phantom Dream Spear Technique lost all its power.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! BOOM!
Bu Eun-seol shattered the cascading Blood Bones with the Heavenly Light Endless Art, while simultaneously employing the Swift Shadowless Art against the Phantom Dream Spear—
Relentlessly pressuring them both.
[GAAHH—!]
Eventually, as the Ten Thousand Bone Blood King watched his essence—the Blood Bones—disappear, his skeletal mist-form began to fade.
Likewise, the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord's spear, stripped of its mystical power, was reduced to mere ordinary spearplay.
Had they walked the path of martial arts step by step with diligence—
Even if Bu Eun-seol had found a way to dismantle their techniques, they could have swiftly adapted their tactics
And overwhelmed him anew.
But beneath the grandiose title of the Eight Overlords of India, they had only been desperate to expand their influence,
Bowing to the Three Attendants for easy strength rather than tempering themselves through sweat and effort.
Thus, even if they could unleash Limitless Power, it was qualitatively inferior to the Martial Extreme Realm attained by the grandmasters of the Central Plains.
And now that their secret arts had been dismantled in an instant, they were left helpless, plunged into chaos.
'Iron Elephant King, who stubbornly strove to elevate the Eight Elephant Art to the level of the Great Perfection, is far stronger than these fools.'
Just as Bu Eun-seol inwardly scoffed, clicking his tongue in disdain—
THUD.
With millions of Blood Bones nearly all destroyed, the Ten Thousand Bone Blood King lost his ferocious momentum,
Descending to the ground and slowly reverting to his original form.
The Phantom Dream Fortress Lord, who had been wielding his spear like a specter, also returned to an ordinary state,
Sweating profusely as he desperately continued his spearplay against Bu Eun-seol like a common martial artist.
In the end, before Bu Eun-seol's pure martial prowess—
The formidable sorcery and martial arts that the two Overlords of India had prided themselves on had been rendered powerless.
"This can't be happening!"
The Phantom Dream Fortress Lord let out a furious roar as he swiftly closed the distance, brandishing his Phantom Dream Spear.
Thud.
But once again, Bu Eun-seol's foot touched the ground, and in that instant, a subtle tremor rippled across the entire earth.
Clang.
By then, the tip of the Phantom Dream Spear had already met the edge of the Ink Soul Sword—and stopped dead in its tracks.
"Raaah!"
Panicked, the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord let out a fierce cry and pushed forward with all his might, pouring every ounce of his Internal Power into the spear—
Yet the shaft moved sluggishly, as if trapped in thick, viscous glue.
Shudder.
No matter how hard he strained, the spear tip merely trembled in midair, refusing to advance any further.
"Ugh..."
Despair bloomed in the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord's ghostly eyes, tinged with a sickly green light.
Bu Eun-seol had not only dismantled their techniques—he had dissected their very foundations, unraveling the principles at their core.
There was no room left for resistance.
"Gyaaah!"
At that moment, the two men caught sight of Yu Cheong-rim, screaming as he scrambled frantically in all directions.
Nod.
The Myriad Bones Blood King and the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord exchanged a glance in midair.
Hadn't it been said since ancient times? When faced with an impossible path, one should seek an easier detour.
Simultaneously, they reached out toward Yu Cheong-rim.
Flash!
But then, a brilliant light erupted from the Ink Soul Sword.
Slice.
The arms of both the Myriad Bones Blood King and the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord fell to the ground at the same time.
Bu Eun-seol, having seen through their intentions, had unleashed the Quick Sword Form—severing their limbs in one stroke.
"Kgh!"
"Hurk!"
The two men, stripped of their dignity, let out pained groans.
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
Then, the sound of earth-shaking tremors began to spread from the distance.
At last, the main forces of the Myriad Bones Gate and the Phantom Dream Fortress had arrived near Moon Wheel Palace.
"Do you think you've won?"
Regaining his composure, the Myriad Bones Blood King sneered viciously.
"Even if you cut off our heads, the people of Ratna City—including Moon Wheel Palace—won't survive."
The Phantom Dream Fortress Lord also smirked.
"Our combined forces will sweep this place clean!"
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.
The tremors grew louder, close enough to be heard clearly.
By now, the armies of the Myriad Bones Gate and the Phantom Dream Fortress had likely reached the very outskirts.
"......!"
The cold smile on the Myriad Bones Blood King's lips froze.
He had expected Bu Eun-seol to frantically abandon his formation and rush out to engage the enemy—but instead, the young man stood there calmly, gazing somewhere in the distance.
[Are you ready?]
Through Bu Eun-seol's Thousand-Li Voice Transmission,
[I'm coming now.]
A clear, melodious voice rang out—
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a figure clad in white robes shot up from within Moon Wheel Palace.
And as the gates swung open, thousands of disciples began pouring out, their Lightness Art carrying them forward in a swift charge.
It was So-yo and the disciples of Moon Wheel Palace.
"Hohoho."
The Myriad Bones Blood King and the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord watched the thousands of disciples streaming out—
"Kuhahaha!"
—and burst into triumphant laughter.
"Do you really think that ragtag force can stop an army of fifty thousand?"
The Phantom Dream Fortress Lord sneered in agreement.
"If they can hold back the forces of our fortress and the Myriad Bones Gate, I'll cut off my own head and hand it to you."
Their boast was no empty threat.
Even though So-yo had helped lead countless battles to victory alongside Bu Eun-seol, one of the foremost strategists in the world—
Overcoming a tenfold difference in numbers was next to impossible.
And these weren't just any soldiers—they were the great armies of the Myriad Bones Gate and the Phantom Dream Fortress, who scorn India!
"......."
Whether they mocked him or not, Bu Eun-seol's gaze deepened as he watched the spot where So-yo had departed.
And he recalled the time he had prepared to head to Ratna City—to search for clues about the Sacred Artifact.
Ever since deciding to go to Ratna City, Yu Un-ryong had anticipated Bu Eun-seol's intentions.
He mobilized the Death Soul Squad to gather detailed intelligence from the Four Sacred Tribes, now the Four Stars Trading Company, on the situation in India—including Ratna City.
And then, the Four Stars Trading Company delivered startling news.
—The movements of the Myriad Bones Gate and the Phantom Dream Fortress are highly unusual.
They had detected signs that the two factions were secretly mobilizing massive forces toward Ratna City.
—What an eerie coincidence.
Had Daoist Mok not spoken of the Sacred Artifact in Moon Wheel Palace—
They would never have used the intelligence network of the Four Sacred Tribes to track the movements of the Eight Overlords of India—and would have remained oblivious to Ratna City's crisis.
After much deliberation, before coming here—
Bu Eun-seol had met Gam-pa-na, the young chieftain of the Four Sacred Tribes and leader of the Four Stars Trading Company.
—How many warriors can the Four Sacred Tribes muster?
Gam-pa-na answered respectfully.
—We have three hundred elite soldiers ready.
"They can wield the power of the Sacred Artifacts freely, putting them on par with the Transcendent Peak Masters of the martial world."
"Moreover, given the nature of our strength, we'll exhibit even greater power in large-scale battles."
―"A fine opportunity indeed."
Having finished his thoughts, Bu Eun-seol nodded.
―"Mobilize all the elite warriors of the Four Sacred Tribes, but entrust their command to the Iron Elephant King."
―"The Iron Elephant King?"
―"He will provide support."
Gam-pa-na wore a bewildered expression.
Not only had the Iron Elephant King suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Bu Eun-seol, the Martial Soul Society Leader, but he had also lost his son, Sang Do-yu-mong.
And now, he was supposed to lend his troops?
―"Take this."
Bu Eun-seol retrieved a scroll from his robes and handed it to him.
―"And send A-wan as the messenger. If you relay it as is, he will understand."
Though utterly perplexed, Gam-pa-na obeyed Bu Eun-seol's order and dispatched A-wan to the Iron Elephant Sect.
―"What?!"
Upon hearing A-wan's explanation, the Iron Elephant King's eyes rolled back in fury.
Already, watching the Four Sacred Tribes grow under his protection in Nashik City was a burden in itself.
And now, he was expected to command them in battle against the other Eight Overlords of India?
―"Not to mention simultaneously facing the forces of both the Myriad Bones Gate and the Phantom Dream Fortress, two major sects?!"
As the Iron Elephant King raged,
―"It's to your benefit either way."
A-wan unfurled the scroll and began reading, as instructed by Bu Eun-seol.
―"There isn't a soul in India unaware that the Four Sacred Tribes are expanding their influence as a merchant guild under the Iron Elephant King's protection."
"In other words, if the Four Sacred Tribes engage in battle, everyone will assume the Iron Elephant Sect stands behind them."
A-wan swiftly continued reading.
―"Moreover, if those two greedy bastards devour Ratna City, they would pose a major threat even to the Iron Elephant Sect, with its tiny territory of Nashik City, that tiny speck of territory you call your domain—"
Crack.
A-wan's words were cut short.
Seeing the Iron Elephant King's eyes turn white with rage, his cauldron-lid-sized fist twisting, she hastily waved her hands.
―"N-no! These aren't my words! The Martial Soul Society Leader is the one speaking!"
Then, cautiously, she asked,
―"Should I continue?"
―"Grrrr."
―"Should I stop?"
The Iron Elephant King desperately wanted to smash his fist into A-wan's skull, but if he did, the Martial Soul Society Leader would come knocking.
His Eight Elephant Art hadn't yet reached the Great Perfection realm. If Bu Eun-seol appeared, his head would roll in an instant.
―"If only I could perfect the Eight Elephant Art... If only I could perfect it..."
―"Huh?"
―"Just keep reading, damn it!"
―"R-right, I'll continue."
A-wan resumed reading the scroll aloud in a clear voice.
Slumped in his chair, the Iron Elephant King listened, steam practically rising from his head.
But there was no denying the truth.
If the Four Sacred Tribes' forces attacked the Bone Blood King and the Phantom Dream Fortress Lord to protect Ratna City—
Whether they won or lost—
The Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress would assume the Iron Elephant Sect was backing them.
Soon enough, they'd march on Nashik City.
In that case, it was better to join this battle, where the Martial Soul Society Leader guaranteed victory, and crush them first.
―"......No point racking my half-healed stone skull over this. Either way, the Iron Elephant Sect can't escape this fight."
Watching the Iron Elephant King clutching the back of his neck, A-wan carefully continued reading.
―"Instead, join the battle now and break their momentum."
"Doing so will shake India with the Iron Elephant Sect's might, and you will no longer be the lowest-ranked among the Eight Overlords—"
―"Enough!"
Finally unable to endure it, the Iron Elephant King raised his hand.
Gnashing his teeth, he spat out,
―"Fine! I'll dispatch the Eight Great Elephant Generals to support the Four Sacred Tribes' battle. But—!"
His eyes were bloodshot.
―"This king is not far from reaching the Great Perfection realm in the Eight Elephant Art. Tell him to wash his neck and wait."
―"Huh?"
―"Deliver that to the Martial Soul Society Leader, you fool!"
A-wan, who had been staring blankly, instead broke into a faint smile.
―"Understood."
At last, she realized it too.
Even if the Iron Elephant King trained for centuries, he would never defeat Bu Eun-seol.
No matter how much he ranted about the Eight Elephant Art... in the end, he would remain nothing more than a loyal subordinate.
Emerging from his recollection, Bu Eun-seol smiled.
A-wan had reported that the Iron Elephant Sect had secretly dispatched all Eight Great Elephant Generals.
With the Four Sacred Tribes' warriors joining them, and with So-yo leading the command?
There was absolutely no chance of defeat.
"I'll make a wager."
Bu Eun-seol spoke calmly.
"What will you do if they hold out?"
"What did you say?"
"This Society Leader will wait here patiently."
Crossing his arms, Bu Eun-seol continued leisurely.
"In return, if you repel them, withdraw quietly and keep your sect closed for thirty years."
In India, when a sect leader was slain, the sect would seek vengeance until its destruction.
Moreover, the forces of the Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress remained intact.
If Bu Eun-seol beheaded the leaders of both factions—?
From that moment onward, Ratna City and Moon Wheel Palace would have to wage an endless war against Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress.
"Why?"
It was then that the Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress spoke.
"If it were you, you'd have the forces to wipe out our fortress and the Bone Gate."
Of course, the forces of the Martial Soul Society could easily defeat both Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress.
Yet he had presented a different option.
"You'd have to slaughter them all."
Bu Eun-seol replied calmly.
"Even the innocent martial artists and their families."
"Even if we don't touch Ratna City, we've sworn loyalty to the Three Attendants."
"That doesn't matter."
Bu Eun-seol's eyes, gazing at the distant sky, were filled with desolation.
"You're not the only ones who pledged loyalty to the True Demon... If I wipe out Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress, another force will rise in your place."
His voice remained steady.
"In that case, having cowards like you—who know how to read the times—cowering in fear... is the way to save the most lives."
The Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress wore a dazed expression for a moment.
Though the words were deeply insulting, there was an odd sense that they were being given a way out.
"Fine. If you can stop our forces, we won't so much as glance at Ratna City for thirty years."
"Rahula!"
Bazrakan, the Bone Blood King, shouted in shock.
"Are you afraid of death?"
"Bazrakan. This is fate."
The Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress spoke.
"Didn't they say it themselves? In the end, what we're doing is just part of the process."
Bu Eun-seol's eyes flashed.
So among the Three Attendants, there was one who could foresee the future?
"If you refuse, I won't force you."
At the Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress' words, the Bone Blood King fell silent. Myriad Bones Gate couldn't face the Iron Elephant King and Moon Wheel Palace alone.
"Fine."
The Bone Blood King bellowed to his subordinates.
"Cease the attack!"
Whoosh.
As the Red Ghosts of Chaos halted their assault, Yu Cheong-rim, drenched in blood, crawled out weakly from between them.
"I-Is it... over?"
His face lit up when he saw the Bone Blood King and the Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress standing there, each missing an arm.
"Then cut off their heads and avenge me!"
"Hold for now."
Bu Eun-seol spoke with solemnity.
"Right now, we must watch their battle."
"Huh? But these bastards were just slicing and dicing me to death—!"
Yu Cheong-rim, his face full of resentment, raised a finger to point at the Red Ghosts, but—
"...Fine, whatever."
As Bu Eun-seol's gaze grew increasingly grave, he had no choice but to step aside.
Tap.
Bu Eun-seol activated his Lightness Art and ascended to the pinnacle of Moon Wheel Palace.
Following suit, the Bone Blood King and the Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress stanched their bleeding arms and climbed the spire as well.
All three possessed vision sharper than a hawk's—enough to observe the battle unfolding from their distant vantage point.
Soyo had already analyzed the forces from Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress.
She had devised strategies to maximize Ratna City's limited resources and terrain.
Selecting the quick-footed and perceptive disciples of Moon Wheel Palace, she gathered intelligence on enemy positions.
She had also obtained crucial information—that the Bone Blood King and the Lord of Phantom Dream Fortress had formed an alliance, and what they truly sought was the True Demon's whereabouts.
Moreover, she had discerned that both men were equally cruel, greedy, and cunning.
Before even arriving in Ratna City, she had spread false intelligence through the Four Sacred Tribes' intelligence network.
—In the end, all they want is the True Demon's location.
The faction that stations its forces in Moon Wheel Palace first and seizes the Sacred Artifact will claim all the credit.
Once these rumors began circulating in secret, the two forces could no longer unite.
Their leaders had only cooperated out of necessity.
From the start, Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress had neither a strong bond nor trust in one another.
And with such rumors spreading, a competitive fire had no choice but to ignite.
—The vanguard is Myriad Bones Gate!
At the scout's cry, Soyo raised her voice.
—Proceed as planned!
The forces of Myriad Bones Gate were numerous and fierce, but they preferred straightforward, head-on assaults.
Fortunately, Ratna City was situated in barren mountainous terrain.
Soyo stationed elite troops in ambush along the narrow gorges and forests leading to the city, luring the enemy in with a small detachment.
When the enemy gave chase, they triggered traps or dropped prearranged boulders.
By repeating hit-and-run tactics, they blunted the enemy's momentum and wore them down.
They also used the steep cliffs and rugged terrain around the city as defensive lines.
Archers and catapult units were positioned in hard-to-reach locations, raining down one-sided attacks.
—The main force of Phantom Dream Fortress is advancing!
In contrast, Phantom Dream Fortress' forces were fewer in number but skilled in illusions and the Art of Concealment, making them unpredictable.
To counter this, Soyo taught Moon Wheel Palace's disciples the Mind-Training Formula to sharpen their focus.
She taught them several techniques to distinguish reality from illusion when ensnared in dream sorcery.
—"Dream sorcery primarily distorts vision and hearing."
Soyo carried bronze mirrors to scatter reflected light during battles with Phantom Dream Fortress.
Some units were equipped with loud firecrackers or musical instruments to disrupt the enemy's spellcasting and shatter their concentration.
—"Waaah!"
With Soyo's command, they crushed the vanguard forces of both sects and broke their momentum.
The Moon Wheel Palace disciples, their morale soaring, roared in triumph.
—"These bastards!"
Realizing the situation, the warriors of the Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress gnashed their teeth, slowly gathering the massive fifty-thousand-strong army.
They intended to launch an all-out assault in one fell swoop, preventing Moon Wheel Palace from picking them off one by one.
Rumble...
Finally, the fifty-thousand-strong army surged forward like a tidal wave, unleashing their full assault.
Moreover, they maintained the unique battle formations of Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress as they charged.
Against such overwhelming numbers, no amount of ingenious strategy or tactics would hold.
Bwoooom!
Then—
A horn blast echoed around Moon Wheel Palace, and suddenly, ten thousand troops appeared behind the Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress forces.
It was the Iron Elephant Sect's army, led by the Eight Great Generals.
—"The Iron Elephant Sect has joined the battle?"
Seeing their fierce advance, Myriad Bones Gate and Phantom Dream Fortress quickly grasped the situation.
—"No, those bastards aren't allies!"
Only then did they realize—
The Iron Elephant Sect hadn't come to reinforce them, but to rescue Moon Wheel Palace.
—"Strike!"
The Iron Elephant Sect's masters deflected attacks effortlessly, tearing through the rear ranks of the two factions like wild beasts.
Crack! Shrrrk!
Meanwhile, the Four Sacred Tribes, their strength restored by the sacred artifact, unleashed their divine power.
The battlefield shifted as if a colossal spear was driving forward.
—"Now!"
Soyo's shout reverberated across the battlefield.
Moon Wheel Palace's disciples surged forward, wreathed in mystical energy.
Behind them—the Iron Elephant Sect's forces from Nashik City and the Four Sacred Tribes.
Before them—thousands of Moon Wheel Palace disciples charging with their lives on the line.
In this situation,
The enemy was trapped between two fronts, forced to endure attacks from both sides.
"Tch."
The Myriad-Bones Blood King gritted his teeth as he watched.
"Sang Do-gang-cheon... To think he'd be a lackey of the Martial Soul Society."
India had long been under the rule of the Eight Overlords, who had enjoyed their power leisurely for centuries.
Because of this, the Eight Overlords prioritized intelligence over sheer numbers, crafting meticulous strategies—
They had never experienced battle tactics like those of the Central Plains.
"This can't be."
Then, the Myriad-Bones Blood King roared in fury.
"This CAN'T BE!"
Enraged, he finally turned—
And lunged like a hawk, his hand shooting toward Yu Cheong-rim, standing far away.
With defeat looming, he sought to vent his rage by killing at least one of Bu Eun-seol's subordinates.
Whoosh!
Yu Cheong-rim barely dodged the Blood King's palm strike,
"Gahk!"
But the sheer force of the backlash sent him flying dozens of feet with a sharp cry.
Crash—!
Then, the ancient formations around Moon Wheel Palace began fading, the surroundings becoming clear.
With Yu Cheong-rim—the living Life Gate—severely wounded, the battle formation shattered.
"Blood King. Do you intend to break your oath?"
Bu Eun-seol immediately unleashed the Heavenly Light Seven Forms.
KWA-RUNG!
With a thunderclap fueled by fury,
The Celestial Star Shatter, amplified by Thunder Essence Divine Qi, crashed down upon the Myriad-Bones Blood King.
BOOM!
The Blood King, blocking the strike, trembled violently.
His body was harder than diamond, yet as the power of the Three Divine Powers pierced through, unbearable agony wracked him.
Thud.
Finally, the Myriad-Bones Blood King fell to one knee.
Ooooh...
As the formation fully dissipated,
—"Ooooh!"
The warriors and commoners gazing at the high altar gasped in awe.
There—the mighty Myriad-Bones Blood King Bazrakan knelt on one knee, while Bu Eun-seol stood towering over him like a conqueror.
It was as if a celestial god had descended to strike down the evil Death Gods.
Tremble.
The Blood King shuddered in despair.
The Eight Overlords of India were like gods ruling over the people.
In India, it was believed that the weak or lowly were born so due to sins of past lives,
While the mighty had accumulated vast karma to earn their power.
Those who wielded transcendent martial arts and sorcery were revered as living deities.
No one dared oppose them—their words and gestures were seen as divine will.
Yet now, kneeling before a young warrior from the Central Plains,
The very foundation of their godhood crumbled.
—"That young man made one of the Eight Overlords kneel..."
A being once worshipped as a walking god,
Feared, revered, unopposable—now brought to his knees.
To the commoners... he was no longer just another man bound by fate.
But one who rewrote fate itself.