Sword God Reborn

Chapter 283 : With my own hands again

But Cheon Mubaeck put a brake on Yoo Baek-gi's plan.

"We're changing the method."

At the unexpected statement, Yoo Baek-gi tilted his head.

The method of eliminating the leader first when dealing with any organization.

It was the method that Cheon Mubaeck of his past life had used most often.

It was indeed effective. Especially for an organization led by a strong leader.

"Then are you planning to leave the Heavenly Demon alone?"

"Even if we kill the Heavenly Demon, they are guys who will surely replace him with a new Heavenly Demon."

Yoo Baek-gi thought for a moment and agreed.

During the Righteous-Demonic War, the Heavenly Demon's orders and authority were absolute and dignified.

Although the Demonic Cult was clearly a sect where martial power was the main focus, its foundation was a religion.

The Heavenly Demon was the representative and incarnation of a god. The faith would not disappear just because the Heavenly Demon died. Because a new representative of the god would appear again.

It was a clear fact that a next-generation Heavenly Demon would be reborn. But the time for that would be immense.

"Just as they had experienced internal strife while challenging Gun Cheon-ak, if the Heavenly Demon dies, a serious civil war will break out. Of course, they won't even dream of a Righteous-Demonic War. Even if a new Heavenly Demon is born in the end, it will take a long time for them to grow into a force that can threaten the orthodox martial world."

"It will just take a long time, but the war is a foreseen event, isn't it?"

Yoo Baek-gi flinched. His gaze sank somewhat low.

He had noticed the implication contained in Cheon Mubaeck's words.

"You don't want a war to break out again."

Cheon Mubaeck held up three fingers.

"That's the number of Righteous-Demonic Wars I've experienced."

The Righteous-Demonic War.

Although there were not that many in the history of the martial world, how many sects and martial artists had returned to a handful of dust every time one broke out?

The hellscape of martial artists was the Righteous-Demonic War.

"Such...!"

Yoo Baek-gi groaned.

If you looked back at the long history of the martial world, the period when the Righteous-Demonic War had broken out was extremely short compared to the times when it had not.

If you laid out the long thread of history, the Righteous-Demonic War was a moment, to the extent that it was just a dot on it.

"You've experienced it three times?"

It was truly a terrible thing. Even the calm Yoo Baek-gi's teeth chattered at the thought of the Righteous-Demonic War, but to think he had experienced it three times...

But Cheon Mubaeck's face was strange. He let out a deep sigh with a slightly contorted face.

"Not three times, but over thirty times. Hmm, to be precise, it's thirty-three times. Among them, about ten times were not a confrontation between the orthodox and the demonic path, but a clash between the martial artist groups of the foreign lands and the martial artists of the Central Plains, so..."

"..."

Yoo Baek-gi could not continue his words.

To think it was over thirty Righteous-Demonic Wars. Only then did he feel the weight of the life that Cheon Mubaeck had endured, which was like an adversity.

To think he had repeatedly fought and fought through a terrible war that one could not maintain their sanity even after experiencing it just once.

As Yoo Baek-gi's face hardened noticeably, Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

"Why are you making such a serious face?"

"Master..."

"That's enough. Anyway, I'm sick and tired of such terrible fights now."

"Then do you want the Righteous-Demonic War to never happen again? By the demonic path disappearing altogether?"

"The Righteous-Demonic War should not happen in the future. Even if it does, it should be limited to a fight between sects."

Yoo Baek-gi groaned. He had realized through experience how difficult a goal it was. He felt a tension in his whole body and his hair stood on end.

"Baek-gi."

"Yes, Master."

"I think this Righteous-Demonic War should be the last in the martial world. No, I will make it so."

It was a voice that was truly filled with intensity.

A voice that contained a will like a command was clearly stuck in his ears.

"Because I will not be in the martial world from the next Righteous-Demonic War."

Yoo Baek-gi's eyes widened.

"What do you mean by that...?"

Cheon Mubaeck nodded.

"I think this life is the last of my terrible reincarnation."

Yoo Baek-gi closed his mouth. Cheon Mubaeck was thinking of the path to cutting off the reincarnation as dealing with that egg ghost.

How to deal with it, he just had to become stronger.

The martial prowess of the Azure Sky Sword God was truly a realm of the inhuman.

Since it was the number one realm that a person could achieve, if he became stronger, there was only one thing.

The sword's extreme.

"In this life, I will see the end of the sword."

Cheon Mubaeck asserted.

A firm tone that did not allow even a bit of rebuttal to intervene. Yoo Baek-gi knew his master well.

At the very least, he was a person who kept the words he had spoken.

Even if it was a very absurd statement, if Cheon Mubaeck had said it, it would definitely become so.

To the extent that he would say it like that, it meant that the possibility was already clearly visible.

Yoo Baek-gi tried his best to suppress his genuinely agitated heart.

He shot up from his seat and clasped his hands.

"I pay my respects to my master's enlightenment."

"What, anyone would think I'm already at the sword's extreme. Not yet. But, I feel that this time is different."

Even Cheon Mubaeck, who had repeated many past lives, clearly felt that this life was different.

The three energies flowing from the three dantians, the new Cheondun Sword Technique that could melt any martial arts and enlightenment, the divine energy and the divine eye that had been accumulated by the five-star objects...

There was not a single thing that was not a fortuitous encounter.

If an ordinary martial artist had obtained just one of those, it was clear that it was a fortuitous encounter that would allow them to aim for the number one under heaven.

'No, a fortuitous encounter is something you create yourself.'

Cheon Mubaeck shook his head firmly.

If it hadn't been for Cheon Mubaeck, opening the three dantians and containing the three energies would not have been a fortuitous encounter, but a qi deviation.

If it hadn't been for Cheon Mubaeck, it would have taken a long time to realize even a part of what Yeo Dong-bin had left in the Cheondun Sword Technique.

Moreover, the act of containing the divine energy of the five-star objects in his spirit would have been impossible if it hadn't been for Cheon Mubaeck's soul, which had been trained through repeated reincarnations.

All of this was no different from a provision for Cheon Mubaeck.

The experience and experience he had accumulated through numerous reincarnations had created a fortuitous encounter.

As such a thing was achieved in this life, Cheon Mubaeck had seen a possibility.

In his time as the Azure Sky Sword God, he had achieved it only through training and fighting, without any special fortuitous encounters.

But this time, a fortuitous encounter had also overlapped.

'In this life, I will cut off the cycle of reincarnation.'

He would definitely do so.

"So if a Righteous-Demonic War happens in the future, I will not be in the martial world."

Yoo Baek-gi flinched.

Although it was a truly audacious statement, he could not refute it because it was Cheon Mubaeck's statement.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled faintly.

"It's not just the last Righteous-Demonic War. From the birth of the martial world, I have been in all the great wars, and it was I who ended them."

"Ah..."

Although it had somehow always been Cheon Mubaeck himself who had protected the peace of the martial world, at the very least, Cheon Mubaeck had wanted the martial world to remain as the martial world.

He did not think it was good for one force to unify and to annihilate the diversity of martial arts.

That was why he had been so wary of the Demonic Cult, and had refused even in a situation where he could have become the Heavenly Demon himself.

"Then what are you planning to do?"

"I have always fought by striking the head first, but since it has not been resolved, I have to change it."

"Then...?"

"I will strike from the bottom."

"..."

Yoo Baek-gi's face, who had realized the meaning of Cheon Mubaeck's words, hardened.

To strike from the bottom.

That meant...

"From the bottom to the top. Is it annihilation?"

A complete annihilation without a chance of revival.

That was what Cheon Mubaeck was claiming.

There was no need to explain how difficult and impossible a task it was, to the extent that even the great Yoo Baek-gi's face had hardened.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled without answering.

It was a pure white smile.

Yoo Baek-gi hesitated for a moment and then expressed his concern about Cheon Mubaeck's plan.

The fact that Yoo Baek-gi, a man who would jump into a fire even if he were carrying firewood if it were his master's words, was worried meant that it was an impossible plan.

Yoo Baek-gi had fought the demonic path in the foreign lands for nearly 40 years.

He had chased and been chased, had killed and killed again. Therefore, he was the most knowledgeable about the current demonic path.

"The demonic path is huge. Master. Their center is a religion. Martial arts is just one expression, and as long as their ideology and religion are at the center, they cannot be erased."

"I know."

"A complete annihilation of the demonic path is impossible. Even if you, Master, were to kill them all in this war, it is difficult to make the Righteous-Demonic War, which you have set as your goal, disappear altogether. Because in the end, they will be revived."

"I know."

As Cheon Mubaeck nodded as if it were nothing, Yoo Baek-gi flinched.

Looking at his expression and gaze, it meant that he had already thought about his question.

Then it meant that he had another thought. As Yoo Baek-gi waited in silence, Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

"You're no fun, you didn't even press me a little more? It was new to see you raise your voice at me, reminding me of my youth."

"That was when I was immature. You have a plan, don't you, Master?"

Cheon Mubaeck slowly nodded.

Yoo Baek-gi expressed a small admiration. Indeed. He was his master.

However, at Cheon Mubaeck's following answer, Yoo Baek-gi's face contorted bizarrely.

"I'm thinking of creating the Demonic Cult again with my own hands."

* * *

"We have lost contact in Gansu Province. According to the last contact from the Beggars' Sect, all the branches have collapsed, and the Iron Blood Squad that had gone for support has also been annihilated."

"Heo..."

At the report, Gwak Yong groaned.

The Iron Blood Squad was a strike force organized by the Righteous Alliance. If the strike force of the rising stars, with Cheon Mubaeck as its core, was the Demon Repelling Squad.

The Iron Blood Squad was a strike force of peak martial artists who had achieved a mature realm.

Of course, it was not a large-scale force. As a strike force that aimed for a small elite, it could move quickly and could be deployed in the right place at the right time.

As Gansu Province was on the verge of collapse due to the invasion of the demonic people, with the few orthodox sects and the sects that had joined the Righteous Alliance, they had been dispatched immediately.

But to think that they had also been annihilated...

Gwak Yong groaned and looked to the side.

Zhuge Yeogang, with a hardened face, sighed and bowed his head.

"It is my oversight. I had focused only on the Blood Demon Valley in the Central Plains, and had not considered that the demonic path forces of the foreign lands would be this much."

"How is that your fault, General?"

"Above all, the problem is the difference in the number of elites. They have distributed their forces in small numbers and are fighting simultaneously in various places, but unless we send only our elites, we will be defeated one by one."

The difference in the number of elites was large.

Of course, in terms of the overall number of martial artists, the Righteous Alliance was larger. Because it was a federation of the orthodox martial world.

But since it was not a unified force, the number of peak-level elite masters was significantly lacking.

Although the slightly less skilled first-rate martial artists were sent to the Righteous Alliance to add their strength, the martial artists of the peak level and above were busy protecting their own sects.

"That is also what the demonic path guys were aiming for."

Since they did not know when their own sect would be attacked, each sect was reluctant to send their elites to the Righteous Alliance.

So there was a limit to the number of martial artists that the Righteous Alliance could move.

The problem was that the places where the fights were breaking out were not just one or two in the Central Plains.

"The difference between a unified group and a federation..."

Zhuge Yeogang was on the verge of lamenting. His father, the Great Elder Zhuge Seon, suddenly came to his mind.

Zhuge Seon, who had commanded the Righteous-Demonic War and had led the martial artists of the orthodox martial world like pieces on a chessboard.

'How on earth was that possible...?'

Soon, one person came to Zhuge Yeogang's mind.

'Cheon Mubaeck...'

No, to be precise, the Azure Sky Sword God.

It would have been possible because a mythical being, unprecedented in history, had become the focal point of the orthodox martial world.

Thinking of a focal point, Zhuge Yeogang had no choice but to think of Cheon Mubaeck.

'He went to chase the Blood Buddha, right?'

There had been no news since then. Although he thought that Cheon Mubaeck would be safe in most cases, if he heard the story of Namgung Jincheon, who had clashed with the Blood Buddha, he was an absolute master that no one in the Righteous Alliance could face one-on-one.

So he was not at ease that Cheon Mubaeck would be safe.

'He is a man who will become a focal point. He must not be defeated.'

He had urgently asked for help from the nearby Shaolin of Henan and Huashan and Jongnam of Shaanxi.

To help Cheon Mubaeck and to catch the Blood Buddha.

'What if Cheon Mubaeck returns with the Blood Buddha's head?'

Then he would surely become a focal point in name and in reality.

A descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God, the future number one under heaven, and if he had cut off the Blood Buddha's head?

'Still, can he make them unite as one, like the Azure Sky Sword God?'

If he heard the anecdotes he had heard from his father, the Azure Sky Sword God was truly an inhuman being.

No, the more he heard the stories, the more he realized that the victory of the orthodox path in the last Righteous-Demonic War had been created solely by the Azure Sky Sword God.

Could Cheon Mubaeck really become such a focal point and the key to victory?

At that moment.

A messenger came in urgently. At the sight, Zhuge Yeogang sighed.

'Where has been hit again...'

But at the following report, Zhuge Yeogang's eyes widened as if they would tear.

"I report. The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero has killed the Blood Buddha in Henan Province!"

Kwaang!

At the report, Gwak Yong slammed the table and shot up.

"Ah, indeed! The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!"

A single report.

Zhuge Yeogang let out a hollow laugh without realizing it.

'The atmosphere has changed.'

The tables had turned.