Chapter 136: His Wisdom Has Already Ascended to Divinity!

"Heaven and Earth reversed, annihilate!"

A voice devoid of any emotion rang through the void.

In an instant.

The Sky Array Gate representing the Qian trigram.

The Earth Array Gate representing the Kun trigram.

Brilliant light surged!

An invisible pressure from the Sky Vault thundered down.

At the same time, Su Ming felt the ground's gravity beneath his feet surge a hundredfold!

Damn!

Su Ming muttered a curse, feeling his entire skeleton wail.

His whole body was pinned to the spot by the terrifying pressure, unable to move!

"Zhen and Xun sound together, shatter the soul!"

The Thunder Gate of the Zhen trigram and the Wind Gate of the Xun trigram followed closely.

Countless wind blades sliced his skin!

Su Ming's face turned deathly pale, the Soul Dagger whirled, barely holding off the assault.

Purple lightning, like a dragon, tore through the void.

Yet it did not harm his flesh a hair, instead it blasted straight into the depths of his spirit.

Undefended!

But this is only the beginning!

"Kan and Li converge, inferno!"

The chessboard swirled, the Water Gate of the Kan trigram and the Fire Gate of the Li trigram ignited!

A bottomless black water cold pool materialized beneath his feet, aiming to drag him into the abyss.

Inside his body, a rootless karmic fire suddenly ignited, scorching his internal organs!

Attacked from inside and out, ice and fire simultaneously!

Pfft!

Su Ming could no longer hold on.

A gush of scalding fresh blood erupted, and his breath waned instantly.

"Kill!"

The formation diagram continued to rotate!

On the star map, the Array Gate representing the Gen trigram lit up.

Towering mountains rose from the ground and slammed together!

The Dui trigram Array Gate followed immediately.

Between the mountains, a mind‑corroding misty swamp spread, seeping into every crevice.

Further ahead...

Heaven Cover Formation!

Earth Carry Formation!

Meteors fell! Quicksand surged!

In the void, the Dragon Flying Gate and the Tiger Wing Gate opened simultaneously.

Roar—!

The Azure Dragon and White Tiger spectral beasts lunged at him in an instant!

This formation is a true finishing kill!

It is the ultimate embodiment of wisdom!

It is a death loop that leaves no spark of life!

Damn it!

"The ancients truly did not deceive me! Terrifying as this!"

Su Ming fell into utter struggle.

He cleaved mountains and shattered quicksand, yet meteors hammered him back repeatedly.

Dodging the dragon's bite and evading the tiger's pounce, his spirit trembled constantly amid thunder, while his flesh cracked inch by inch in the storm.

Now he...

Is a lone boat amidst raging waves!

Ready to capsize at any moment!

Sizzle!

A single flaw was seized instantly.

A teal dragon claw tore his defense, leaving five bone‑deep wounds across his chest!

Sss!

The white tiger silhouette was already lunging.

Bang—!

Su Ming was slammed away by a massive force, punching through half a mountain.

"Huff... huff..."

He braced one hand on the ground, gasping heavily, drenched in blood, utterly disheveled.

"If this continues, death is certain!"

Damn!

Without time to think further, his pupils contracted sharply, and he forced himself to leap away from the spot.

At the spot, rocks splashed!

Do you really intend to die in this unsolvable killing formation set by the eternal sage?

Unwilling!

Utter unwillingness!

He can die after his revenge!

But he must never die on the path of the charge!

A chilling killing intent struck again.

Su Ming barely dodged and jerked his head upward.

"Chancellor!"

"Shangfang Valley's heavy rain extinguished—was it your fire attack, or your heart?"

"Wuzhangyuan's autumn wind carried away—was it your lifespan, or your obsession?!"

He coughed up blood while roaring in anger.

"You lament that Heaven does not aid the Han, yet the Han's reign has never been a single Chang'an Cheng, but those who dare inherit your loyalty!"

"I bear the grievances of a hundred thousand Shu souls to atone for your regret, yet you use this Marshal Zhuge's Eight Formation to kill me—"

"Is this the utmost effort you demand?!"

"Can you live up to the dying words of Emperor Han Zhao Lie—"

"You are only a tenth of Cao Pi; if the heir can be assisted, assist him; if he is unfit, can you take your own life?!"

The final sentence, hoarse and exhausted, rang through the entire Eight Formation Diagram!

Buzz—!

Crimson light surged skyward from the Han flag beside him that never fell!

The resentful spirits of a hundred thousand Shu soldiers resonated at this moment with his roar!

Illusory human silhouettes appeared, layering over him to protect him at the center.

They are protecting him!

Moreover, the soaring red light tore the killing layout before his eyes, forcibly projecting an entirely new scene!

"This is…"

Su Ming was horrified.

He was no longer within the murder‑laden Eight Formation Diagram.

Instead, he floated atop a towering altar, becoming a spectator without a physical form!

Below the altar, countless devout soldiers knelt in reverence.

In front of him, a figure clad in a Bagua Dao robe, Feather Fan and silk kerchief, stood wielding a sword.

He muttered incantations, his steps traversing the firmament.

It was Zhuge Kongming!

But this Chancellor was not the refined gentleman he imagined.

In those eyes flickered absolute confidence that saw through heaven and earth, toying with the winds and clouds.

What is he doing?

As the thought formed, he saw Zhuge Liang abruptly point his Seven Star Sword southeast!

"Wind, come!"

A light shout.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed hue, and a raging wind rose!

On the river, Cao army's warships were blown askew, their formations in chaos!

On the other side, Zhou Yu's navy seized the spontaneously appearing Southeast wind, hoisted sails and surged forward with unstoppable momentum!

Red Cliffs!

This is…

The borrowed East Wind before the fire at Red Cliffs!

Su Ming's mind was violently shaken.

A few sparse lines in the histories, yet later generations relish the Legendary.

At this moment, it unfolded vividly before his eyes!

Words become law!

The scene shifts.

He arrived at a deep valley.

The oddly shaped Wood Cow and Flowing Horse required no human power, yet could walk on its own, traversing mountains to deliver supplies to the front line.

Countless Shu soldiers saluted those running devices, shouting "Chancellor divine man!"

And the "divine man" they spoke of stood atop the mountain, holding a blueprint, endlessly explaining something to a group of craftsmen.

In his world.

Only gears, mortise‑and‑tenon joints, and the frontline soldiers' sustenance!

The scene shifts again.

He saw Zhuge Liang venture deep into the barren lands.

With absolute yang scheming and benevolence.

Defeating that unruly Southern Barbarian King again and again, yet releasing him time after time.

Finally making his heart willingly submit, bowing his head to become a subject.

Seven captures of Meng Huo, pacifying the Southern Central!

Then comes the Empty City Stratagem.

He stood atop the city tower, watching Zhuge Liang, with only two book attendants, calmly burning incense and playing the qin.

Below the city, Sima Yi's 150,000-strong army!

He saw Zhuge Liang's hands on the qin trembling ever so slightly.

He also saw in Sima Yi's hawk‑like, wolf‑watching eyes a fierce flicker of suspicion and struggle.

In the end, the myriad troops slowly withdrew!

River mist like gauze, he sat steadily at the prow, burning incense and drinking.

With only a few dozen thatched boats, he borrowed 100,000 Feather Arrows from the Cao Camp!

In the Jiangdong court, he alone faced dozens of strategists in debate.

His words, like swords, pierced layer upon layer of obstacles; in a few sentences he sealed the foundation of the Wu‑Shu Alliance!

Scene after scene, case after case.

He saw far too much.

He saw this timeless sage…

With a mortal body, performing divine deeds!

"No wonder! No wonder the Eight Formation Diagram is so terrifying!"

Su Ming muttered to himself.

Because of the one who set this formation.

His wisdom has already become divine!

He did not know how long had passed.

All the phantoms slowly faded.

Under Su Ming's feet lay charred earth.

In front of him, the Han flag stood quietly, its brilliance dimmed.

And opposite him.

A figure, Feather Fan and silk kerchief, quietly watched him.

This time, it is no longer an illusion.

It is truly the master of the Eight Formation Diagram—

Zhuge Kongming!