Chapter 113

But Hwangbo Cheon’s bright red lightsaber was pointed right at me.

Their actions spoke louder than words, saying my words held no worth listening to.

Yeah. That’s probably it.

Because letting someone who can only see an unhappy future by merely existing linger is tough for good people, isn’t it?

According to them, instead of watching someone doomed to eternal unhappiness, it’s better to completely erase them.

I’m still thinking rationally.

Then, shall we crush the rational part?

I forcefully pressed down on reality.

Kadeuk!

Right away, thin cracks spread out from me like a heavy object placed on glass.

The glass bottle groaned under the strain of the reality I was forcing upon it.

Padeuk!

The cracks grew wider.

As I twist reality however I want, how fragile the world feels. Or maybe it’s just that I’m too heavy, and it breaks regardless of changing reality.

I still don’t know what the truth is.

I learned that light is the soul, and got opinions on how the harvesting system works, but…

There are parts that don’t match the actual facts.

So, let’s ignore them for now.

I deliberately moved slowly.

If I make such an obvious threat, the enemies will likely target me, won’t they?

Not Soo-oh.

Kaching, Kaching, Kaching.

Cracks spread all around with cracking sounds, growing larger. And the faces of these disciples of immortals gradually filled with fear.

The seal needles aimed at Soo-oh began pointing toward me one by one.

That’s right.

No matter where you look, the more dangerous one isn’t Soo-oh but me, right?

I approached Hwangbo Cheon, whose height matched mine so our eye levels were even. Then I raised my hand…

“AAAAAAH!”

At that moment, a nearby Taoist, unable to overcome their fear, finally pulled the trigger.

Kaang!

Quaddeuk!

But instantly, the cracks in the invisible glass shattered, creating a hole where nothing could be seen.

Why?

Soo-oh’s purple sword extended toward me, deflecting the seal needle.

Simultaneously, seal needles shot toward Soo-oh and me from all directions, and Soo-oh deflected each one.

But there were too many, too close, and her halved sword was too short.

Faster than I could speak, Soo-oh did her best.

She succeeded.

She deflected every seal needle that could’ve reached me.

And she failed.

She failed at everything.

Originally, I was distorting space to ensure Soo-oh wouldn’t get hit by some blind steel spike.

I also thought about using the seal needles to steal warmth and mass-produce monsters.

And most importantly, the strongest person here isn’t Hwangbo Cheon but a man named Cheongdojin standing a bit further away, watching this place.

Deciphering two vague memories, he seems to be Hwangbo Cheon’s superior—some high-ranking Taoist or immortal, though I don’t know which.

But judging by the lack of overwhelming light compared to Daegon, he’s probably just a Taoist.

So I wanted to see his response.

Uh…

Hmm.

Soo-oh failed to save her own life.

“I really wish you’d listen. If I had known this would happen, I should’ve acted like a parent and made you obey.”

Seal needles pierced her arms and legs or tore through flesh, leaving not a single inch of unbroken skin on her body. Five needles crushed vital organs.

“Heheh, sorry, Ha.”

She couldn’t survive, though she escaped immediate death.

My container inside her can only restore her body once. Honestly, I don’t even understand the principle behind it.

And if I force myself into her, it’ll just explode. It always happened when I couldn’t control the amount back then.

All I know is that when she was covered in pure white light, she was reborn in perfect health.

“But Choseol… is family…”

Struggling, as if now was the only time she could say it, Soo-oh forced herself to speak.

“The only person… who ever made me truly happy…”

Didn’t you feel happy when you were with your real family? That question rose to the tip of my tongue, but strangely, it was blocked by the still-fresh memories of people I’d recently gained—not faded ones.

Soo-oh smiled despite being drenched in blood.

“Did everything… I wanted. Everything. Even though it was impossible to win… Yeah. Back then… dying there wouldn’t have been strange, right? Choseol-dnim.”

Back then… She must mean the time when her entire body was swollen and she was dying.

Why does her speech keep switching to honorifics?

Shouldn’t she just use casual language as usual? Isn’t it harder to stretch out her sentences like this?

“So…”

Soo-oh’s expression changed.

It was one I’d never seen before.

But I knew what kind of person and emotion led to that expression.

Pajik.

Dark purple electricity flowed along the seal needles embedded in her body.

“This is insane! One needle alone makes it hard for even an immortal to use power!”

“What’s this overwhelming energy?! Can a child really emit something like this?!”

“What kind of reverse-heavenly technique is this powerful?!”

“Everyone! Get behind me!”

Like wind blowing outward from Soo-oh, people tumbled backward.

Even Hwangbo Cheon, who had been dominant until now, gritted his teeth and aimed his crimson lightsaber at Soo-oh.

But like a giant wave heading toward him, he was gradually pushed back.

Jjejik.

With that, cracks appeared on Soo-oh’s body aligned with the rifts in the air. Pulling herself free from the seal needles effortlessly, Soo-oh lifted her sword above her head.

“I hope everyone you’ll meet in the future gets treated the same way as me.”

With a resolved expression.

“That’s enough for us.”

Looking forward, Soo-oh began chanting slowly.

“Please let me live.”

An impossible wish. I’m not an immortal or a god.

“Please let me live happily going forward.”

So wishing won’t help; the large amount of warmth I invested would fail and return to me.

“Just…”

“Please let all the happiness I’ve gained, go to you, nameless one.”

Who tells their happiness to the one they’re making wishes to?

But no words came.

There wasn’t time for the words to come.

Before the next sound could reach the enemy.

Soo-oh’s Divine Art: Choseol.

Six characters echoed.

Surely others heard it too, right?

Soo-oh swung her sword downward, and a massive canyon appeared as if carved by a ruler.

Surprisingly cold frost filled the canyon, though the season for snow had already passed.

It was already spring.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

The memories of martial artists sparkled. Everyone, including Eunjai, marveled.

Warmth surged endlessly.

A heat brushed past me.

This heat wasn’t from the light’s warmth—it was physical heat.

A severed arm and a flaming sword spun toward me, grazing my cheek before falling to the ground. It was Hwangbo Cheon’s last attack, but it failed.

Including Soo-oh’s spot, there was nothing ahead.

Just a massive canyon, and the surviving Taoists frozen stiff.

Whether from terror or the cold, I don’t know.

“You should’ve just run.”

I said that while circulating warmth.

“If you took their warmth and maybe their memories, we could’ve found a way to resolve things peacefully and met again amicably, right?”

Why do unnecessary things and just vanish without being asked?

My wasted time hurts.

You needlessly sacrificed your life.

In three years, I planned to leave, but if you wished, you could’ve followed. I never intended to suppress Soo-oh anyway.

I should’ve suppressed her.

If I had, I wouldn’t have needed to feel this way.

Sadness and anger exist, but they froze instantly, shattered, and left only a longing for warmth.

The warmth disappeared quickly, and the light containing it turned black, crumbling into dust that scattered. I lacked the means to catch the dust swirling toward me.

If only you were a truly transcendent outsider like those in faded memories, how wonderful would that have been?

I want to do everything I desire.

I don’t want to shiver in this cold, hesitate neurotically, restrict myself, and coldly calculate the warmth I might gain going forward.

Let’s just feel that blissful heat from back then?

It’s simple. Just exert strength.

Just a little.

If I apply strength, this already shattered glass bottle will break.

“Please.”

A chant.

Soo-oh had her quirky side too.

Look far.

Far away, to the southwest, the Celestial Horse Sect is burning.

If it were just humans from the Murim Alliance, it might be different. But there are people wielding strange devices.

They’re called spirit pendants, probably.

Scenes reminiscent of battles between superhumans from the first world unfold everywhere. Average members of the Celestial Horse Sect are swept away without even touching their ankles, and even the skilled law enforcers barely survive for a few minutes before dying.

O Myeong-seong and Gu Mil-mil are furiously swinging their swords, but they’re gradually becoming more injured under the forces led by a blind swordsman.

The celestial horses are surrounded by immortals akin to the recently vanished Cheongdojin.

Though if the opponent were human, it might be different, but against immortals, the celestial horses’ chances don’t seem very high.

Artificial natural disasters occur everywhere due to the spirit pendant wielders.

Amidst typhoons, rain, sandstorms, and flames swirling in the sky…

There exists a group that exploits people with power and insects, prioritizing brute force above all else, placing all laws beneath raw might.

Its name is the Celestial Horse Sect.

But today marks the end of those cruel days.

The alliance of immortals from the Murim Alliance and Kunlun Mountain is too much for mere humans to handle.

I witnessed the massacre of all Celestial Horse Sect followers in a state of righteous intoxication.

Even if the celestial horses survived, without followers to rule, the Celestial Horse Sect would be finished.

Today is the day the Celestial Horse Sect falls.

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