The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 339: This Gun, Called Netherworld! [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 1) - Novel Cool

Chapter 339: This Gun, Called Netherworld! [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 1)

Chapter 339: This Gun, Called Netherworld! [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 1)

Jun Lin heaved a long sigh, his voice filled with melancholy. "A perfect gun style, but alas, I can no longer wield the Golden Armored Gun and fight with it."

Seeing his desolate expression, Fang Che's heart suddenly felt heavy.

Determined to fight, yet powerless to change fate.

The hero's heart still burned with fervor, but he was now but a faint wisp of a soul.

"It's not 3,600 styles, but exactly 3,600."

Jun Lin's voice sounded, "It's the number of a grand cosmic cycle."

"Your gun style is flawless!"

Jun Lin spoke in a low voice, sighing as he said, "As you said, it's missing the connection, which is the technique."

"The technique is crucial."

Jun Lin calmly stated, "I once heard someone say that no technique is better than having one, but... that's nonsense. Or rather, only when power forms an absolute dominance can one break through all techniques, and no technique is better than having none."

"Without a technique, one cannot gather momentum."

"Water has its momentum, mountains have their momentum, the sky above has its momentum, the ground beneath has its momentum, people have their aura, and when slaughter is intended, there is the momentum of killing... All these momentums, no matter what, rely on actions to perfectly link up and gather together to form the most powerful battle momentum."

Jun Lin said, "Let me give you an example, and you'll understand. Have you ever seen the ocean?"

"Yes, I have."

"Just like the ocean's waves."

Jun Lin slowly explained, "If there's only one wave, and the following waves don't continue, how can it be overwhelming?"

"But when one wave follows another, and before the previous wave recedes, the next one rises, endlessly, with increasing strength, eventually gathering together to wipe out everything."

"If the ocean has a technique, it's the continuous surge of waves!"

"This is the technique!"

"The technique combines the power of these waves, forming the ocean's momentum!"

"This is momentum. But for the ocean to gather its true killing technique, it also needs the wind, the wind's momentum. To achieve this, it also needs the support of the earth, thus gathering the earth's momentum."

"The sun and moon revolve, the heavens bring the tides, so the heavenly momentum and stellar momentum together form the ultimate torrent of the ocean's momentum!"

"Is anything missing? No!"

"The ocean is like this, and so is man!"

"Since ancient times, what have techniques been called? Techniques and momentum. Techniques are ways to gather and unleash power, and momentum is the gathering and striking of all forces."

At this moment, Jun Lin's voice was deep and heavy, like the tolling of a bell, ringing in Fang Che's ears.

"In my entire life, I've only researched thirteen techniques. I never imagined that the perfect gun style would have 3,600 techniques. I realized this too late."

Fang Che said, "But these are just basic gun styles. They're definitely useful for techniques, but probably useless for other momentums, right?"

"Then you're wrong. Terribly wrong."

Jun Lin said, "First, you must understand why there are 3,600 techniques. The number 3,600 is not ordinary. We often say that 360 is a small cosmic cycle, and 3,600 is a grand cosmic cycle, but we omit two words, which are 'cycles'.

"Small cosmic cycle, grand cosmic cycle. Cycles are repetitive, continuous, and endless."

"Ancient records mention 3,600 celestial gods."

"In the legends of the gods, there are 3,600 grand cosmic techniques."

"There's also a saying about 3,600 worlds."

"Another saying mentions 3,600 techniques and 100,000 paths to the grand cosmic way."

Jun Lin solemnly explained, "The 3,600 techniques incorporate all these momentums. You can understand it this way. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"The 3,600 grand cosmic cycles refer to... these 3,600 techniques as one. Repetitive, continuous, and endless. The extreme of life is death, and the extreme of death is the beginning of life."

"There is an order to these 3,600 techniques."

The stars in Jun Lin's eyes shifted, and their light shone brightly. All of Fang Che's previous movements automatically repeated in Jun Lin's eyes.

"With this verification, nine out of my thirteen techniques are perfect."

Jun Lin sighed, carefully pondering the 3,600 techniques, and said, "Among them, there are four techniques that I've always felt were less powerful than the other nine, but I couldn't find the problem. Now I understand that the issue with those four techniques lies in the stance when drawing the gun—the toes, soles, and heels, and the force exerted by all parts of the body."

"But with your understanding of my nine techniques, you'll also understand how to connect them. Gradually, you'll naturally comprehend the other perfect techniques. So, don't worry about this. You already possess the treasure mountain; you're just missing a path. I'll give you this path, and these treasures will eventually belong to you."

"When you truly master the 3,600 techniques, you can try to integrate them into one."

Jun Lin said, "When you can execute all 3,600 techniques with a single thrust of the gun..."

His gaze seemed to see through the three thousand worlds, and he slowly continued, "You'll have no rivals under heaven or on earth!"

Fang Che's heart trembled.

Jun Lin spoke softly, "If this wisp of a soul had more energy, I might have been able to support you until you mastered all the techniques before fading away. But now, I can't do that."

"But what I've given you is a path, and that's enough."

Jun Lin looked at the gun in Fang Che's hand and smiled, saying, "This piece of metal is excellent. Have you decided on a name for your gun?"

Fang Che hesitated and replied, "I haven't thought of one yet."

Ever since he obtained this piece of divine essence metal, he had been thinking about this. But even now, he didn't feel that any name was suitable.

Jun Lin smiled faintly and said, "My gun is forged from celestial dark gold and has accompanied me for a long time. So, when I was young, I named it the Golden Armored Gun."

"Fang Che nodded, "It's a straightforward and good name."

Jun Lin said, "But you are different. The battles you will face in the future will be even more numerous than mine. Countless souls are destined to die under your gun."

"So, a common name won't do."

Fang Che nodded, "I've been worrying about this too. It feels like no name fits, and I can't decide for now."

Jun Lin said, "In that case, I'll give your gun a name."

Fang Che was delighted, "Please bestow a name, Senior."

Jun Lin's eyes were on Fang Che's hand, where the Divine Essence Metal was still in the process of taking shape. The tip of the gun was already filled with dense killing intent.

The sharp killing intent was about to bloom into a blade.

He took a deep breath and said, "Such heavy killing intent. Once your gun techniques reach perfection, you will be a killing god in the world. All enemies who encounter your gun will be like entering the netherworld, with no chance of survival!"

Fang Che nodded.

This was also his own idea.

Once this gun is in action, there will be no living person allowed under its aim!

Jun Lin contemplated, "How about naming your gun 'Netherworld'?"

Fang Che murmured, "Netherworld Gun?"

"No gun."

Jun Lin said, "Just call it 'Netherworld'."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But if it's just two characters, others might add the word 'gun' when referring to it."

"Netherworld Gun doesn't sound good."

Jun Lin smiled, "Then let's call it 'Gateway to Netherworld'."

Fang Che repeated the name, his eyebrows gradually relaxing as he felt it was a good fit. The more he said it, the more satisfied he became. He smiled and said, "Netherworld, Gateway to Netherworld... Good names!"

The more he repeated the names, the more he felt they suited his intentions. His eyebrows relaxed, and he said, "The inside of this cabin is dimly lit, like the netherworld; to outsiders, it's the gateway to the netherworld! All enemies who encounter this gun will simultaneously open the gateway to the netherworld! Excellent!"

"Excellent," Jun Lin smiled, "I look forward to you opening the gateway to the netherworld for all your enemies, including that so-called god!"

Fang Che took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination. "I hope I can live up to your expectations!"

Jun Lin smiled faintly, "Although I don't understand why you possess a complete and perfect gun style, this opportunity is already enough!"

"With this opportunity and my inheritance, you won't let my gun techniques down in the future."

His face suddenly lit up, and he said, "My gun techniques are nameless. In the future, as your gun techniques take shape and you truly comprehend them, how about naming them 'Netherworld'?"

"Good!"

Fang Che readily agreed.

"That's great!" Jun Lin smiled and said, "I'll pass on my gun techniques to you... Pay attention."

"I'm ready!"

Fang Che immediately activated the Infinite Sutra, his spirit platform crystal clear.

"From this day forward, walk the path of invincibility!"

Jun Lin's voice echoed, and he slowly raised his hand.

He pointed with one finger.

Fang Che saw the finger in front of him gradually enlarging, slowly covering his entire field of vision.

The finger shone with golden light.

His soul also glowed with golden radiance.

The finger gently touched his forehead.

In an instant, he felt an overwhelming amount of information pouring into his mind like an avalanche.

His mind became hazy, and he saw flashes of lightning and thunder in front of his eyes, shaking his very being.

Planets in the universe were constantly exploding in his vision.

The entire starry sky was filled with dazzling fireworks.

Jun Lin's voice echoed, "This is the essence of my lifelong learning... and the result of my blood and sweat. I pass it on to you now. In the future, when you cultivate to perfection, you must slaughter and slay the demon god. We, as men, are tempered in the mortal world, facing countless trials and temptations. We must have something to hold on to, something to rely on, something to strive for, and somewhere for our souls to find peace..."

"In this life, we live without regret; in a chaotic world, we hold our guns without shame."

"In life, we do not disappoint the heavens and the earth; in death, we have no regrets in our hearts."

"..."

The majestic voice, like the sound of the evening bell and the morning drum, echoed in Fang Che's soul.

Fang Che had already fainted.

Jun Lin's figure gradually faded, and his eyes became increasingly distant.

He pointed at Fang Che's brow, and his body began to flicker and vanish, starting from his legs and slowly moving up to his waist and chest.

His finger remained on Fang Che's brow, "I'll give you another gun intent. When you can activate it, you must stab for me... that so-called... god!"

Finally, he removed his finger.

Jun Lin's face was filled with longing and regret, "I really want to hold my gun and fight again. This heaven, this earth, this..."

His gaze fell on Fang Che's face, and he smiled bitterly, "I'm too attached. Having him is enough."

He laughed.

His finger turned into a gust of wind and slowly disappeared.

His eyes watched as his hand gradually vanished, and this voidness extended to his arm and shoulder. He closed his eyes lightly.

His face was filled with utmost calm.

"Farewell... to the world I've guarded all my life."

His face slowly vanished.

Everything faded into nothingness.

...

Far away, several dozen miles away.

Dong Changfeng felt the surging gun intent, as if it filled the heavens and the earth. In an instant, he understood, and his heart was filled with joy.

Suddenly, the parts he couldn't understand before became clear as if a dam had broken.

For hundreds of years, Duan Xiyang's Spear Intent had been a persistent problem, but now it suddenly vanished completely, even from his soul, leaving his spirit crystal clear and transparent.

He clearly felt that his comprehension of Gun Dao had taken a significant leap forward.

Knowing that such an opportunity was rare, he sat down and devoted himself to his newfound insights.

In a moment, he entered a state of deep meditation, forgetting all sense of self.

An unknown amount of time passed in a daze.

A voice echoed in his heart.

"The spear is the spear, but the spear is not the spear."

The bottleneck that Dong Changfeng had been pondering suddenly shattered.

Startled, he woke up and exclaimed with joy, "Thank you, Senior!"

But when he looked up, he saw the eastern sky glowing with the light of dawn.

It was already morning!

The entire night had passed without him even realizing it.

For a moment, it felt like a dream.

He stood up, feeling a new and powerful energy coursing through his body, along with a deeper understanding of Gun Dao in his mind.

He casually picked up the Golden Serpent Spear and waved it effortlessly.

The spear let out a liberating howl, and a gleam appeared in Dong Changfeng's eyes.

"My combat power has doubled, and this is just the beginning!"

He suddenly roared with laughter, his voice echoing through the sky.

Ha ha ha!

The sky trembled with the force of his laughter.

He leaped into the air, gazing at the distant, dark cave, and clearly felt that there was not a trace of Spear Intent left.

A moment of enlightenment flashed through his eyes.

It seemed that Fang Che had indeed inherited the legacy.

But... he had also benefited from it.

Dong Changfeng pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up and laughed heartily, his bold and unrestrained laughter tearing through the clouds.

He leaped into the air, brandishing the Golden Serpent Spear, and the sky seemed to change color.

A whirlwind rose out of nowhere, surging straight up to the heavens.

Dong Changfeng continued to wield the Golden Serpent Spear, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.

He stood in the air, holding the spear, and let out a wild laugh, filled with infinite emotion. He recited a poem: "Buried in cultivation for a thousand years, today I finally see the world beyond; On the Cloud Sword Spectrum, there's a path ahead, who dares challenge the Golden Serpent Spear?"

The commotion he caused was immense.

Several people rushed over at lightning speed.

Song Changfeng, Chen Ruhai, Huang Yifan, Menghe Jun, Shen Laotou, and Gao Qingyu all arrived in a flash.

They witnessed Dong Changfeng standing in the air, brimming with enthusiasm, his Spear Intent unrestrained and his aura soaring to the heavens. The crowd felt the overwhelming power...

In the direction of the cave, the faint Spear Intent that had been there before was now gone.

Everyone knew something significant had happened, and they all bowed in the air.

"Congratulations, Elder Dong, for your enlightenment of Spear Intent. From now on, you will be even more powerful in slaying demons and protecting the Dao."

"Congratulations, Elder Dong, on your great achievement in cultivation."

"..."

Dong Changfeng burst into laughter, feeling incredibly elated. He said, "I've only just had a breakthrough, and I'm still far from the realm of great achievement. After returning, I'll need to seclude myself for a period of contemplation. It's too early to celebrate."

Then he asked, "How did you all get here?"

The crowd smiled wryly.

With Spear Intent soaring into the sky, they had naturally arrived early.

They just hadn't expected it to be Dong Changfeng.

"Any commotion nearby?"

"No."

"Good, let's go back!"

Dong Changfeng laughed heartily, "Today's a happy day, everyone stay, I'm treating you all to a drink!"

The crowd laughed, "Then we must accept your invitation!"

An invitation from the Golden Serpent Spear was a rare opportunity, and everyone was eager to attend.

They surrounded Dong Changfeng, their spirits high as they returned to the city.

The breakthrough and enlightenment of the Golden Serpent Spear was a significant event for the Guardians.

Menghe Jun and the others couldn't contain their excitement.

The Guardians' strength had taken a significant leap forward.

Everyone's hearts were filled with joy, as if they were about to burst.

Soon, the news spread throughout the White Cloud Continent without anyone noticing. In just half an hour, the higher-level cultivators on the continent who were qualified to know were all informed.

They all knew that Dong Changfeng, after his breakthrough, was celebrating his many years of seclusion on the White Cloud Continent.

So, he booked an entire grand restaurant for a feast.

Imperial Rank and above, first come, first served.

Those who arrived later... well, they could do as they pleased.

Everyone rushed towards the Fortune Hotel.

The Golden Serpent Spear was a renowned figure on the Cloud Sword Spectrum, rarely seen in a lifetime. His cultivation was beyond what they could ever hope to achieve!

If he was treating, they better hurry and get in line!

The White Cloud Continent was in an uproar.

What? I'm not at the Imperial Rank yet? Well, I can at least watch from outside, right? I can buy a cup of wine and stand outside, can't I?

What? I'm only at the Royal Rank? Well, I can at least watch from a distance, can't I?

What? I'm only at the Martial General Rank?

Well, I can at least bow my head, can't I? If I can't see Elder Dong, I can at least bow to the restaurant, can't I?

And so, everyone started moving.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, swish, swish, swish...

They all rushed towards the Fortune Hotel, afraid of being late.

In an instant, the Fortune Hotel was packed with people, layer upon layer.

The host, Dong Changfeng, hadn't even arrived yet, and the restaurant was already on the verge of collapsing.

...

Fang Che slowly woke up.

He found himself lying in the cave.

Jun Lin, who had been in front of him, was gone, and the magnificent hall had completely disappeared.

He felt as if he had just experienced a dream.

But the thirty-six jade slips in his hand and the new techniques in his mind confirmed that it was no dream.

"Ah..."

Fang Che sighed deeply.

Jun Lin, the man who had once saved the world, had truly disappeared today.

But the last words he spoke still resonated in Fang Che's mind like the tolling of a bell.

"We men, in the mortal world, face a thousand trials and a myriad of temptations. We must hold firm in our hearts, find support in our intentions, and find peace in our souls..."

"In this life, we must live without regret, and in a chaotic world, we must live without shame."

"In life, you lived without regrets, honoring the heavens and earth. In death, you depart with no regrets in your heart."

Fang Che sighed deeply.

"Unfortunately, I have regrets in my heart!"

"Right here in this cave, I personally killed ten of my comrades-in-arms!"

"There could be a million reasons, but reasons are ultimately just reasons.

(End of Chapter)

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