Chapter 1103
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Chapter 1103: The Truth of the Black King
“Hehehehehe…”
Before An Qingyu and the others could step through the palace doors, they heard a familiar silly laughter coming from deep within the main hall.
“Cao Yuan?”
An Qingyu exchanged glances with the others and quickly made their way inside.
Taibai Jinxing, holding a whisk, smiled helplessly and followed closely behind them.
As they passed through the back door of the main hall, a breathtaking garden space filled with celestial energy unfolded before them.
It was a large lake, with white flowing clouds drifting overhead. The emerald green lotus leaves seemed endless, gently swaying on the lake’s surface with the breeze. A long pavilion of bluish-gray stretched across the lake, leading directly to an octagonal pavilion in the center.
Standing by the lakeside, they could vaguely see a familiar figure sitting in the center of the octagonal pavilion, surrounded by several maidservants, each holding a fan, seemingly fanning him.
“Goodness, I was wondering where Cao the Thief had gone; turns out he’s hiding here enjoying the service of fairies?” Bai Li Pangpang exclaimed in shock.
“Something seems off; let’s go take a look.”
Listening to the continuous laughter from afar, An Qingyu frowned slightly, and the group stepped through the long pavilion, quickly arriving at the octagonal pavilion.
“Hehehehehe…”
As they reached the front of the octagonal pavilion, An Qingyu finally saw Cao Yuan’s condition. He was sitting cross-legged on a snow-white mat, his eyes vacant, grinning foolishly at the distant lake view. Black flames flickered from his skin, but before they could ignite anything around him, they were extinguished by the spiritual wind created by the large green fans held by the maidservants.
“What happened to Cao Yuan?” Shen Qingzhu asked with a frown.
Taibai Jinxing slowly approached from the corridor behind them.
“The Queen Mother once said that four of the seven fateful locks within him have been broken. The Black King is desperately trying to break free from his ‘prison,’ causing this young friend’s consciousness to fluctuate between clarity and confusion. Whether he can regain control of his body depends on his willpower.”
“The Black King…” Jiang Er murmured, puzzled. “What exactly is the Black King? Is it a deity from the Great Xia?”
“Hehehehehe…”
“The Black King indeed comes from the Great Xia, but he is not a deity… To be precise, he is a mortal who failed to break through to the supreme realm thousands of years ago.”
“A mortal?!!”
Upon hearing this, everyone present was utterly shocked.
“Hehehehehe…”
“How could a mortal possibly attempt to reach the supreme god?”
“That’s the strangest part,” Taibai Jinxing said slowly. “Generally speaking, the supreme is a realm above that of gods. Even the strongest mortals find it extremely difficult to become gods, let alone leap directly to the supreme realm… Yet, he almost succeeded.”
“After failing to reach the supreme, for some unknown reason, this mortal began to lose his sanity, becoming a monster that only knew slaughter, referred to by the world as the ‘Black King.’”
“Even after failing to reach the supreme, his power remains terrifyingly immense. His combat strength far exceeds that of ordinary deities, but since he has not yet become a god, he lacks the laws, so even if the Black King is strong, he cannot truly kill any deity.”
“Back then, when the Black King lost his sanity and slaughtered countless beings, it was the Celestial Sovereign who personally intervened, using the causal technique ‘Fate Prison’ to seal him.”
“‘Fate Prison’? What is that?” An Qingyu asked.
“The techniques of the Celestial Sovereign are beyond my understanding,” Taibai Jinxing replied with a helpless smile. “I’ve only heard that the Black King was ultimately sealed within a mortal with a special fate. Later, whenever the mortal carrying the Black King died, the Black King would transfer to another mortal with a special fate through the causal technique…
Round and round, a thousand years passed, one mortal after another carried the Black King, passing it down to the present.
And these generations of mortals who bore the power of the Black King seem to have been categorized by you Night Watchers as a special forbidden area known as ‘above the gods, below all beings,’ called… ‘Black King Annihilation’?”
After hearing Taibai Jinxing’s description, everyone fell silent, with only Cao Yuan’s silly laughter echoing in the octagonal pavilion.
“So, this is the origin of ‘Black King Annihilation’…” Shen Qingzhu nodded thoughtfully.
“But if the Black King is so dangerous, why didn’t the Celestial Sovereign eliminate him directly back then, instead of sealing him?” An Qingyu pondered for a moment and asked in confusion.
“The Celestial Sovereign’s thoughts are beyond our comprehension. Since he chose to do this, there must be a special reason behind it.”
“Couldn’t the Celestial Sovereign repair those four broken fateful locks?”
“Not possible,” Taibai Jinxing shook his head. “The fateful locks were not created by the Celestial Sovereign but were extended by those mortals carrying the Black King, who have special fates. They are part of their souls, and no external force can affect their destinies.”
“Hehehehehe…”
An Qingyu looked at the silly laughing Cao Yuan with a complex expression. “So, there’s really no way at all?”
“I’ll speak frankly,” Taibai Jinxing said seriously. “Right now, this young friend has only two paths to choose from… Either rely on his willpower to suppress the Black King within him using the remaining three fateful locks;
Or be completely overtaken by the Black King, leading to the final three fateful locks breaking, allowing the Black King to re-emerge and be sealed again by the Celestial Sovereign into another mortal… But if that happens, this young friend probably won’t survive.
Success or failure, life or death, all depends on this young friend’s own fortune.”
An Qingyu’s brows furrowed tightly.
“Hehehehehe…”
Just as the atmosphere grew heavy and oppressive, Bai Li Pangpang, standing behind Cao Yuan, suddenly raised his hand and slapped Cao Yuan on the crown of his head.
“I say, Old Cao, we’re discussing serious matters here; can you be a little quieter?” Bai Li Pangpang said, his eyes wide.
Just as An Qingyu was about to intervene, Cao Yuan’s continuous silly laughter suddenly stopped.
An Qingyu froze in place.
The black flames flickering on Cao Yuan seemed to have diminished somewhat, and a hint of clarity appeared in his hollow eyes. His ears twitched slightly, as if he were listening to something.
“He can hear our voices?” Shen Qingzhu’s eyes lit up with joy as she grabbed Cao Yuan’s shoulders and shook him gently. “Old Cao! You can’t give up! Seven Nights is already half a foot in the gates of hell, yet he can still hold on to his breath; you absolutely cannot die! Do you hear me?”
A glimmer of light flickered in Cao Yuan’s eyes again, and the black flames on him grew even scarcer.
“The Celestial Sovereign said that to make him fight the Black King, some external stimulation is needed… That’s also the important reason for calling you all to the heavenly court,” Taibai Jinxing said with a smile as he stroked his beard. “It seems this tactic is effective.”
While everyone was chatting, a figure pushing a wheelchair slowly approached along the corridor.
“Who says I’m already half a foot in the gates of hell?”
