Destined

In truth, Kun Long's death was incredibly unjust.

The period of weakness for a Great Sorcerer...

This was something only the Great Sorcerers of past generations truly understood; it was nearly impossible for outsiders to know.

After all, only by becoming a Great Sorcerer could one perceive their own period of weakness.

And how could a Great Sorcerer ever speak of such a fatal flaw to the outside world?

Thus, a closed loop of information was formed.

Furthermore, even if one knew of the existence of a Great Sorcerer's period of weakness, it was essentially useless.

The period of weakness occurred only once every ten years and lasted for a mere half-day.

How could an outsider determine when that half-day would fall? If they guessed wrong, they would thoroughly offend a Great Sorcerer to the death.

Precisely because of this, among the generations of Great Sorcerers across the Nanyang Nations, none had ever been killed during their period of weakness.

As for Kun Long, his decision to spend his period of weakness in his lair had been a carefully considered one.

His lair was the holy ground of the Nanyang sorcerer lineage, possessing defenses left behind by generations of Great Sorcerers, and guarded by a multitude of other sorcerers.

It was, by nature, the safest place.

As for going outside to find a desolate location, or building an underground secret chamber to hide in for that half-day of weakness...

Who could say if they might be noticed or discovered during the process? Moreover, a Great Sorcerer stayed in the holy ground year-round; would a sudden departure not attract the eyes of those with ulterior motives?

Leave quietly? How could one guarantee a departure would truly be quiet?

There were too many factors that forced Kun Long to be cautious, and staying in his lair to pass the period of weakness was his final decision.

First, by remaining in his lair, he avoided the attention that would be drawn by the abnormal behavior of a sudden departure.

Second, Kun Long did not place all his hopes on the lair alone; before his period of weakness, he had arranged a low-level identity for himself within the holy ground, allowing him to blend in with the many sorcerers there.

He had also altered his appearance and masked his original aura.

In this way, even if someone were to stumble upon him by sheer luck and attack during his period of weakness, they would never find him.

Surely, they couldn't just slaughter every single sorcerer in the holy ground of the sorcerer lineage, could they?

In fact, Kun Long had anticipated this worst-case scenario.

That was, the authorities of the Nanyang Nations taking advantage of his period of weakness to use heavy weaponry to level the entire temple complex, leaving thousands of sorcerers dead.

Facing this possibility, Kun Long had a contingency: hiding in the temple's underground shelter.

The underground shelter of the holy temple was built by generations of Great Sorcerers and was absolutely unknown to outsiders. Even if the holy ground were reduced to ruins, the shelter would remain untouched, serving as the final sanctuary for the sorcerer lineage.

Originally, Kun Long had been hiding in that underground shelter.

No matter what happened outside, even if his lair were razed and his disciples and followers wiped out, Kun Long had firmly resolved not to emerge until his period of weakness had passed.

However, when he learned that the person who had arrived was A Luomu, he could no longer sit still.

Outsiders did not know of the underground shelter's existence, nor did they know how to enter it.

But A Luomu did!

Kun Long's current status had been earned precisely by defeating A Luomu.

A Luomu was also the former master of the holy ground.

What if A Luomu grew impatient waiting outside and entered the temple before his period of weakness ended, and then discovered the underground shelter?

And found him hiding there?

Damn it!

Even if A Luomu didn't recognize Kun Long through his altered appearance and aura, finding a low-level sorcerer in a place that only Great Sorcerers could enter?

Wouldn't that be a blatant sign to A Luomu that his identity was extraordinary?

Thus, the scene unfolded where Kun Long quietly left the underground shelter, intending to distance himself from the holy temple, only to be intercepted and casually killed by A Luomu.

Kun Long could never have imagined that from beginning to end, every one of his actions and movements had been laid bare before Su Yuan, leaving him with no secrets at all.

"My Lord, what should we do next?"

After killing Kun Long, A Luomu did not think much of it.

From this perspective, Kun Long had actually been quite successful.

At the very least, A Luomu never realized that the elderly sorcerer he had killed was the real Kun Long.

"Enter the holy temple and take control of the sorcerer lineage."

Su Yuan said.

Upon hearing this, A Luomu was momentarily stunned.

He then said cautiously, "My Lord, Kun Long has yet to appear. Isn't it a bit too early to take control of the lineage of sorcerers?"

"Kun Long is already dead," Su Yuan said.

"Dead... who is dead?" A Luomu was somewhat dazed.

With the hearing of a Great Sorcerer, he had clearly heard every word Su Yuan spoke.

Yet, when these words were combined, they felt alien to A Luomu.

Kun Long was dead?

When did he die?

Was he killed by the subordinates sent by My Lord?

But a battle between experts at the Great Sorcerer level would certainly not be silent; he would have been able to detect some related disturbances, at the very least.

"The person you just killed was Kun Long," Su Yuan said in a flat tone.

Since he had ordered A Luomu to kill Kun Long, he certainly had absolute certainty.

From the moment Su Yuan found A Luomu more than half a day ago until this very moment, everything had been within Su Yuan's plan.

The core of the plan lay in Kun Long's period of weakness.

In truth, regardless of where Kun Long chose to spend his period of weakness—his lair in the Holy Land or some other hidden corner of the globe—he would eventually be tracked down by A Luomu, who followed Su Yuan's orders.

It could be said that Kun Long's fate and end had already been sealed.

"He is Kun Long?" A Luomu looked abruptly at the corpse of the elderly sorcerer.

In a flash, thoughts surfaced in A Luomu's mind one after another. Given that Su Yuan would not lie to him, he quickly grasped the key.

"A period of weakness—is today Kun Long's period of weakness?"

A Luomu immediately stepped forward to carefully examine the elderly sorcerer's face, finally brushing his right hand over it, which instantly revealed features that were slightly sinister.

"It is Kun Long..."

Looking at the corpse of his great enemy, a complex, indescribable mix of emotions surged through A Luomu's mind.

Satisfaction, relief, joy, confusion, shock, fear...

His great enemy was dead, his deep grudge was avenged, and he had finally reclaimed everything that belonged to him, and so on.

However, the way Kun Long died truly sent a chill down A Luomu's spine. He died during his own period of weakness?

"How did My Lord know about Kun Long's period of weakness..."

A Luomu found it hard to comprehend. He had originally thought he would have to endure a bitter, bloody battle, yet Kun Long had died at his hands without any resistance...

No.

To be precise.

He died at the hands of My Lord.

In Kun Long's weakened state, any ordinary sorcerer could have easily killed him.

He was merely a blade in My Lord's hand, the kind that could be easily replaced.

A Luomu trembled inwardly. The more he pondered Kun Long's death, the more terrified he became, and the more awe he felt toward Su Yuan.

"Do as I said."

Su Yuan spoke again.

A Luomu's various reactions and thoughts following the killing of Kun Long were also within Su Yuan's expectations.

By demonstrating such methods, this Great Sorcerer would henceforth spare no effort in working for Su Yuan.