Sword God Reborn

Chapter 315 : Not my rival

When was it?

When he had mastered the Cheondun Sword Technique in his own way?

When he had absorbed the Seon-gi of the five sacred objects?

When he had achieved the unprecedented feat of having three dantians?

Or was it when his body itself had become a single dantian?

Even Cheon Mubaeck couldn't give a precise answer.

The sword's end.

Was the place where he was standing the sharpest blade, the final point?

'I don't know.'

Cheon Mubaeck smiled indifferently.

He had just felt it.

He had felt it desperately while exchanging swords with Gun Cheon-ak. Gun Cheon-ak, who had reached the same level as the Azure Sky Sword God's martial prowess, was undoubtedly at a great level even in Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

But he could see all of Gun Cheon-ak's sword.

He could feel all of how he would move.

Only then did Cheon Mubaeck realize that he might have reached the sword's end.

'To say that there is another realm beyond the current realm is also a frightening thing, isn't it?'

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

The concept of the sword's end did not exist in the first place. No one in the world had reached the sword's end. Even Yeo Dong-bin, who had become a sword immortal as a sword immortal, had not reached the sword's end.

Even a person who had become an immortal had not reached the end of the sword, so who could understand that concept?

But Cheon Mubaeck had felt it instinctively.

That he could not go any further from where he was standing now.

That this was the end.

If he went any further.

'I feel like I'll just disappear somewhere.'

So he had declared that he had cut Gun Cheon-ak's neck.

"I have reached the end."

The certainty of a sense that had been trained through repeated past lives of tens, hundreds.

Cheon Mubaeck had reached the sword's end.

"Well, to be sure, I'll have to fight that egg guy."

He wasn't going to die right now, and he was too young to die.

He would have to judge later whether he could cut him down and go to the afterlife.

Cheon Mubaeck was almost certain that this life was the last of his repeated past lives.

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze fell on Gun Cheon-ak's head, which was rolling on the floor.

At that moment.

Gun Cheon-ak's closed eyes suddenly flashed open.

"...What kind of evil art is that?"

Even though his head had been severed from his body, a head that opened its eyes.

At the bizarre scene, even Cheon Mubaeck frowned.

Gun Cheon-ak's head opened its mouth. It was a terrible sight.

"Azure Sky Sword God. I see now. You, unlike me, have died and have been newly reincarnated."

"Well, you're talking now? Can you breathe?"

"Was that it? The Three Talents Sword Saint, the Dark Heaven Sword Emperor, the Hevean Shattering Sword Demon... were all the great martial artists who had left their names in history all you?"

Gun Cheon-ak's voice was somehow pitiful.

Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders. In fact, he didn't care what Gun Cheon-ak said.

'Should I crush his head? Or not? Or burn it with fire?'

He was thinking about how to finish it cleanly.

Even in the midst of that, Gun Cheon-ak's mouth was constantly moving.

"So I couldn't win. The person I was facing was not just an absolute master of one era, but the number one of all eras."

"Why, are you feeling wronged?"

Gun Cheon-ak's eyes, which had been looking at the sky, slowly came down and stared straight at Cheon Mubaeck. Cheon Mubaeck made a terrible expression.

"Well, don't look at me. The thought of a severed head's eyes looking at me gives me the creeps."

"I am not feeling wronged. I am just holding on to my soul by force because I want to pay my pure respects as a martial artist."

"Respects?"

"The path of honing the martial arts is by no means easy. A path where the body is broken, the bones are broken, the flesh is torn, and one barely moves forward an inch through repeated pain. You have trained through countless past lives to move forward that one inch, haven't you?"

"..."

"This is the pure respect I pay to you."

Cheon Mubaeck made a strange expression. To hear such words from Gun Cheon-ak.

Cheon Mubaeck even felt a strange emotion at the sight of him even understanding his repeated past lives as pain. To hear such words from a man who was his enemy, not anyone else.

"There must have been temptations. Not the difficult path of martial arts, but if you had put your mind to it, you could have lived a full, debauched, and enjoyable life. Isn't that so?"

"It's not that I couldn't."

"But you cast all that aside and reigned as an absolute master in every life. You could have been debauched at least once, but you cast off all temptations and only held on to the sword and walked the path of martial arts. What was the reason? What reason made you hold on to only the sword?"

Gun Cheon-ak's eyes burned. Cheon Mubaeck realized that it was his last question. The strings that had been invisibly connected to Gun Cheon-ak's head were snapping, and he could see with his Seon-an that only one was barely connected.

When that string broke, Gun Cheon-ak would now be finished.

Cheon Mubaeck answered simply.

"The sword was by my side, and I just held the sword."

There was no other reason.

Gun Cheon-ak was silent and barely uttered a word.

"You won."

"Everyone but you knew that, you bastard."

"So what are you going to do with the demonic path? Are you going to kill them all?"

"Yes."

"You're frighteningly cruel."

"Don't worry, I'll let a few hundred live. And I'll open a new demonic path. I'll tear up all the doctrines, and as a pure foreign sect that only hones martial arts."

Gun Cheon-ak smiled. It was a smile that was somehow close to a sneer.

"Do you think that's possible?"

"It's not that I can't. I am a man who pioneers the impossible."

"You're arrogant. But it will be hard."

"It's almost over."

In fact, it was almost over. If he just kept the Ghost Demon in check and then finished him, he would have crossed the ninth ridge.

But Gun Cheon-ak did not think so.

"Do you know why the demonic path has constantly invaded the Central Plains?"

"Why is it why? They aimed for the Central Plains because they didn't want to live in their own poor place."

"It's not a wrong statement. Anyone from the foreign lands would covet the prosperous Central Plains. But among the foreign lands, only the demonic path actually attacks the Central Plains."

Cheon Mubaeck frowned. He could somehow see the hidden meaning in Gun Cheon-ak's words.

"Are you saying someone is instigating them?"

"Yes."

Although Gun Cheon-ak did not answer, Cheon Mubaeck could easily guess.

"It's Kunlun. The old monsters of Kunlun."

"Yes. In the last great war, we also burned Kunlun. First."

"So, the ugly old men of Kunlun are instigating you to burn their own home, Kunlun?"

It was an incomprehensible act. But Cheon Mubae's soon let out a hollow laugh.

When the war was over, Kunlun would in fact become a forbidden land.

As all the orthodox martial world was focused on the reconstruction of the Central Plains, the reconstruction of Kunlun, which was relatively on the outskirts, was bound to be postponed.

And in the meantime, since the remaining forces of the demonic path were lurking, it had in fact become a forbidden land and there were no one who entered.

It had been a long time since the Kunlun Sect had been completely wiped out from the world.

"But no sect has been established. Kunlun is a heavenly qi vein that encompasses the Central Plains and the foreign lands. It is not an exaggeration to say that you can accumulate a sixty-year cycle of internal energy just by staying still. What is the reason why no sect has been established in such a Kunlun?"

"One of the Five Disasters of the Central Plains, the old monsters of Kunlun, are instigating the demonic path to start a Righteous-Demonic War, and in the meantime, they are preventing anyone from approaching Kunlun?"

"When the time came when many Taoists were gradually looking for Kunlun, a Righteous-Demonic War would break out again. When the war broke out, and even while the reconstruction was taking place after the war was over, no one would even think of approaching Kunlun."

"Huh."

Cheon Mubaeck let out a short, hollow laugh.

The guys he hadn't even cared about were doing such a thing behind his back...

Of course, he couldn't trust all of Gun Cheon-ak's words.

But if some of those words were true.

"You're saying there's a possibility that they'll instigate the demonic path I've created."

Ah, then that's annoying.

Of course, they wouldn't dare to do such a thing while Cheon Mubaeck was alive.

But if this life ended and time passed.

"I've gone through all this trouble, and again?"

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue. He couldn't just let it be.

At that moment, the last remaining string that had connected Gun Cheon-ak's head broke.

Gun Cheon-ak's eyes suddenly widened, and he barely uttered a word.

"You, you... was I your... rival?"

Cheon Mubaeck looked at his desperate eyes. That guy's original goal must have been the demonic path world.

But that goal must have changed.

To himself.

To overcome the weight of the Azure Sky Sword God. So he had performed a reverse heaven, and had even changed his body.

Perhaps he had even revealed the secret of the old monsters of Kunlun before he died because he wanted to hear that one word. There was no reason why he couldn't say one word that a dying person wanted to hear. But Cheon Mubaeck was cold.

"Unfortunately, you are not my rival."

"......!"

"You were just a rather interesting opponent."

"Ah... ah."

Gun Cheon-ak let out a painful groan and closed his eyes.

The Righteous-Demonic War was over. By Cheon Mubaeck's blade.

* * *

"My lord!"

Not long after, Neung-heo came.

It wasn't just Neung-heo. The Sword Venerable Yoo Baek-gi and even the Blood Wolf, the wolves of the Great Desert.

They let out a sigh as they saw Gun Cheon-ak's head rolling around.

"Is it over now? My lord? That bastard is the Heavenly Demon, right? Wow, damn. He really cut the Heavenly Demon's neck."

"Did you think I couldn't cut it?"

As Cheon Mubaeck narrowed his brow, Neung-heo hurriedly waved his hand.

"Oh, no way. I've never thought that even once."

Cheon Mubaeck's head tilted as he looked at Neung-heo, who was acting nonchalant.

He saw that Yoo Baek-gi was holding the severed heads of the Short-Lived King and the Ghost Mother King.

"They are the two Guardian Demon Kings who were leading the demonic people. I have cut them down."

Yoo Baek-gi said calmly. Although he had not been able to land a blow on Gun Cheon-ak, Yoo Baek-gi had easily taken care of the Short-Lived King and the Ghost Mother King.

He glanced to the side, and unlike the two, the fierce head of the Aizen Myoo was hanging from the waist of the Blood Wolf, who was prostrated on all fours.

"O Tengri! I have defeated the one who went against the will of the Tengri."

"Hmm, yes. I see."

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head with a slightly reluctant face. Although they were a force that followed him, this was the reason why Cheon Mubaeck had not deliberately sought out the wolves of the Great Desert.

They revered him as a god and created a religion. But their loyalty was certain, so they were Cheon Mubaeck's secret weapon.

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze then turned to Neung-heo again.

Neung-heo was still smiling. Cheon Mubaeck somehow found that smile annoying.

"Neung-heo."

"Yes, my lord."

"Why don't you have anything?"

"Oh, it's disgusting, how can I carry a head around?"

"Do you have a head to carry?"

Even the old Yoo Baek-gi and the Blood Wolf who had come from afar had done their part, but this Neung-heo guy must have been slacking off somewhere again. The moment Cheon Mubaeck was about to say something, Neung-heo threw his chest out and shouted.

"I killed the King of Hell!"

"The King of Hell? The guy who was accompanying the Heavenly Demon? The strongest guy among the Guardian Demon Kings?"

Cheon Mubaeck sent a look of disbelief.

But Neung-heo was confident.

"The world watched, and the world is a witness. I killed the King of Hell and saved the sect leader of Huashan!"

"..."

Well, seeing him say it like this, it doesn't seem like a lie.

I have to be able to believe it.

As Cheon Mubaeck was disbelieving, Neung-heo had a look of injustice.

"No, honestly, how many years have I served you, my lord, and you can't believe me?"

"Would you believe it if you were me?"

Neung-heo made a straight face.

"Of course, I wouldn't believe it either."

"Right?"

Yoo Baek-gi, who had been watching the exchange, smiled bitterly and intervened.

"My lord, the demonic people are now trapped in the formation and are wandering. Since you have killed all the leaders, what are you going to do now?"

"What do you mean, what am I going to do? I have to kill them all."

"......!"

It was a cruel statement. But Cheon Mubaeck did not waver a single bit.

"Not a single demonic person will leave here today. Kill them all."

"Then..."

Neung-heo's words trailed off.

Then he said with a look of emptiness.

"The demonic path is really disappearing."

"Yes."

"The demonic path is over."

"Yes."

"Your fight is over, right, my lord?"

"Your fight is also over."

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck got up from his seat.

From today, the demonic path of the past would disappear completely.

"It's over."

The war was over.

(End of Chapter)