Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 496

Chalbak.

The sound of treading on a shallow stream rang out.

Chalbak.

With each step, the sound got a little muddier.

Even after decades of cultivation while walking on the path of Taoism (도가(道家)), it was said that Plum Blossom Sword Saint was still criticized for being clumsy in maintaining his composure.

But for now, no one would discuss composure with him.

Because it is blood (피(血)), not water, that he stepped on now.

His face was horribly distorted.

The corpses piled up like a mountain, and the blood that flowed out accumulated. As he stopped, he could feel the blood flowing through his feet down to his ankles.

He didn’t want to believe all this.

“This…….”

Mountain of Corpse and Sea of Blood. (시산혈해(屍山血海).)

How would he describe the scene unfolding before his eyes if not that?

His fingertips were trembling.

“How come a human being…….”

Of course, he knows.

This is a war.

War is, after all, nothing more than killing an opponent.

Nevertheless, he could not help nausea and anger that came from his stomach. This is because the cruelty that swept this place has gone beyond what he can imagine.

How can a person slaughter others like this?

Even if someone trampled on an ant, it can’t be more brutal and ruthless than this.

Udeuduk.

His fists were clenched so tightly that they turned pale, and a sound like bones being crushed leaked out. Even the blood vessels sprouted up on his hand’s back were trembling softly.

And then….

“… suk.”

A very faint voice grazed his ear.

Chung Myung’s eyes turned violently. Even before the head could judge, his body was already shooting into one place like a beam of light.

After quickly digging into the stacked corpse, he grabbed Sajil’s hand tightly, who had not yet lost consciousness.

“Myu- Myung Do! Myung Do (명도(明燾))!”

And he infused internal strength through Myung Do’s cold hands.

Chung Myung’s voice was uncharacteristically trembling.

“Myu… Myung Do. It’s gonna be okay. Hng? This…… This…….”

However, Chung Myung’s eyes, which turned to Myung Do’s lower body, were in despair.

Eujik.

His lips were torn and blood flowed down.

He couldn’t see below Myung Do’s waist.

Even if not him but Daera Shinseon had come back alive, he would not be able to save Myung Do.

But how can he say that?

“It’s all right, it’s all right, Myung Do. I’ll treat you. Myung Do, you punk. Huh? Don’t worry.”

“… Sasuk.”

“Yes! Yes, Myung Do!”

Myung Do’s face quickly began to lose vitality. On the verge of death, he breathed desperately to say something.

“… I beg…… you. Sa… suk.”

“… Myung Do?”

Myung Do’s face, which was panting and talking with difficulty, slowly became frightened.

“R- Run …… Run……. Run away.”

A look of bewilderment appeared on Chung Myung’s face, who was desperately listening.

Who is he?

He is the Plum Blossom Sword SaintChung Myung, one of the Three Great Sword Warriors.

No, the word “Three Great Sword Warrior” was not enough. If he had made up his mind, the modifier attached to him would not have been the Three Great Sword Warrior, but the Greatest Sword Warrior Under the World, and furthermore, wouldn’t it be obvious that he would have become the Greatest Warrior Under the World?

And no one in Mount Hua Sect was unaware of that fact.

But run away?

He?

‘From what?’

The question did not last very long.

“Hea…… Heavenly Demon…….”

Holding Myung Do’s hand desperately, Chung Myung’s hand gained strength.

“… Sa… suk. Run…… Run away….”

Myung Do, who was barely breathing, stopped talking. The pupil, which had been filled with pain, loosened.

Feeling the strength drained from his grip, Chung Myung lowered his head.

The taste of iron spread out in his mouth.

Blood from the torn lips fell on his chin.

“……Heavenly Demon.”

The one who created this terrible scene.

The man who killed his Sajil.

The master of Magyo who rules Hundred Thousand Mountains and shakes the world.

“Heavenly Demon!”

Chung Myung grabbed his sword and raised his body.

“You piece of shit. I’ll kill you for sure…..”

It was then.

Chung Myung’s mouth shut automatically. At the same time, his movement stopped.

‘What?’

It was strange. Chung Myung himself didn’t understand why he stopped talking and acting.

This was not his will.

To be exact, Chung Myung’s body stopped everything on its own without following his will.

It didn’t end there.

His head began to turn slowly toward one side regardless of his will. Chung Myung’s head rattled to one side, just as rusty cogs were clasped and bluntly engaged.

And…….

His pupils gradually dilated.

A person.

Right, it was a person.

But…….

Can he call that a person?

The sky dyed red with the sunset. The earth was stained red with blood.

One person was walking slowly on this land of death, which was hard to breathe due to the terrible smell of blood.

Chung Myung’s body began to twitch slightly.

A feeling of vomiting ensued.

His stomach turned upside down and it was hard to even breathe.

As if an indescribable sense of incongruity poured out, his whole body was twisted, and his head and eyes were dizzy.

That’s…

That’s not something that can be called a person.

That’s…

It was an overwhelming pressure that Chung Myung had never felt before in his life.

‘That’ didn’t blend in with anything.

Heaven and earth, or between the people.

Something else foreign, between everything that forms the world and flows along its flow. As if rejecting the flow of the world alone.

Alone.

But stronger than ever.

He could tell. He has no choice but to know.

Even if no one explains it, how can he not know it even if it is the first time he sees that?

If such a thing exists under the sky, there is only one name to give it.

“……Heavenly Demon (천마(天魔).”

The Ancestor (조종(祖宗)) of Demon (마(魔)). And their God (종주(宗主)).

The only ruler of the Demon Cult that has trampled the world, and an Evil (악(惡).) that will never be repeated throughout the ages.

Chung Myung’s eyes were on the Heavenly Demon as if they were possessed.

His bizarrely black hair had grown uncontrollably and was almost ruffled up to the waist, and his face was white and pale without blood.

Unlike Magyo’s uniform, his white robes were clean without blemishes. The red embroidery in the middle of the snow-white robes added to the sense of incompatibility.

Isn’t that funny?

The fact that a human being who slaughtered many of these people without a drop of blood on his body is actually wearing a white robe with red embroidery.

Isn’t that funny?

It was even ridiculous.

“This…….”

The sound of tooth grinding came out of Chung Myung’s twisted mouth.

He knows.

That is Chaos (혼돈(混沌)).

He could see at once why Myung Do told him to run away.

The overwhelming presence that even overpowers the Plum Blossom Sword Saint.

Fear as if grasping one’s heart.

His body, which had never betrayed his will in his life, screamed.

It was telling him to run away.

To get out of here right now.

But Chung Myung didn’t run away. No, he couldn’t run away.

To avenge the dead?

Because he finally got a chance to face Heavenly Demon?

No way.

That’s not what is holding Chung Myung right now.

There was only one reason why Chung Myung could not step down despite the fear that it would rather go crazy.

“…… Look at me.”

Chung Myung’s face was distorted like a demon.

Chung Myung is standing there.

He was still alive and breathing on a land where nothing but death remained.

But Heavenly Demon’s eyes did not turn to him.

That fact was unbearable to Chung Myung.

Does a man who steps on a swarm of ants turn his attention to a single running ant?

Of course, it could be.

But it may not.

It can be trampled upon because it is so insignificant, or it can be left alone because it is so insignificant.

For the current Heavenly Demon, Chung Myung was just an ant wriggling among the swarms of ants that had been killed.

That’s why he didn’t turn his gaze. For even its life and death are insignificant.

And…… That’s exactly why it’s unbearable to Chung Myung.

“…… Look at me.”

Chung Myung’s eyes are bloodshot.

“Look at me, you bastaaaaard!”

Did his voice reach him?

Heavenly Demon, who was leisurely walking alone in the blood-stained world, slowly turned to Chung Myung.

Even from a distance, his eyes looked straight in Chung Myung’s direction.

“…….”

Black eyes can only be described as endless darkness.

In front of that gaze, Chung Myung trembled with goosebumps.

‘Nothing.’

There was nothing in that eye.

No emotion, no will. Nothing.

How can a person’s eyes be like that?

The only thing he could find in those indifferent eyes was a deep emptiness.

After a while, Heavenly Demon turned his head again and began walking as if he had lost interest in him. That brief glimpse was all.

“Ha…….”

Chung Myung laughed in vain.

‘He didn’t even see me properly?’

‘Are you saying it’s not even worth dealing with?’

Euduk.

Chung Myung, who gritted his teeth to the point of breaking it, drew his sword.

“Then I’ll let you remember.”

Fear gripped his whole body and his limbs trembled, but Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“I will not let you forget me until the moment you die!”

Chung Myung who had raised his storm-like internal strength kicked off the ground and rushed towards Heavenly Demon.

Towards the despair that engulfed the world.

And a month later.

All of Jungwon’s forces which climbed the Hundred Thousand Mountains to kill the Heavenly Demon.

None of them.

Come back alive.

* * *

“Chung Myung-ah!”

Flinch.

Chung Myung looked forward with his eyes wide open.

“Are you all right?”

“Sasuk?”

“Why are you sweating like this? What’s wrong with you?”

It was only after a while that he knew it was a dream.

Chung Myung reached out reflexively and wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead. His whole body was wet with sweat.

“… Darn it.”

“…….”

Chung Myung spat out swearing. Baek Cheon looked at Chung Myung’s complexion without blaming him or asking why.

Anyone who saw Chung Myung’s face now would have made the same choice.

Chung Myung, who was silent for a moment, sprang up.

“……Wait a minute.”

“Yes.”

And went straight outside.

The cold land of the North Sea. Temporary dwellings by digging into the land

Coming out to the entrance, which faced upward, the cold wind of the North Sea began to cool down his sweaty body.

“…….”

But Chung Myung didn’t even feel the chill and just looked up at the dark sky with a firm face.

‘Heavenly Demon.’

That is despair.

Despair that takes everything.

Edeuduk.

Chung Myung gritted his teeth.

Whenever he thought of Heavenly Demon, he felt like lava was flowing through his stomach. Inevitable anger and helpless despair. The hatred that seemed to make his hair white and the fear that froze his heart was mixed and swirled.

The day he stopped breathing.

That day, the sight of the Hundred Thousand Mountains persisted, tormenting him. Sometimes as a terrible nightmare, sometimes as a terrible memory.

It was like the glue that wouldn’t fall off.

Cheon Mun Sahyung, Sahyung, and even Sajil.

Their faces, who died without closing their eyes, would never be forgotten until the day Chung Myung died again.

‘Never again.’

That’s something that shouldn’t exist in the world.

No one knows.

Nobody.

What Heavenly Demon is. Just what kind of a being is Heavenly Demon.

A being that takes everything away. Livelihood, life itself and even fate.

“… Resurrection?”

Blood stood in Chung Myung’s eyes.

‘Don’t make me laugh, you bastard.’

There is no land in the world where the Heavenly Demon can stand again. Chung Myung will make it that way.

Never again.

No one in the world can take Mount Hua out of his hands.

Again……