Episode 1062. Is this how you do it? (2)
Quaaaaaaa!
The sky is falling down overhead. The demonic energy that attacked, staining all directions black, was like descending hell.
A sentence of destruction and the manifestation of the end. In that deep despair, the sunset-stained sword moved like a ray of light or an illusion. And just like some time in the past.
A sword is just a sword. It is nothing more than a cold metal blade.
However, for a swordsman, a sword is not just an emotionless blade. At the end, everything about the sword wielder is contained.
Maybe sublime. Maybe confidence.
And perhaps… the thing that stayed at the end of this sword, or rather, the secret path, was…
‘Stretch out.’
The true energy that rose up from the tips of the feet passed over the tips of the fingers and converged on the sword.
A feeling of unity as if the sword and body became one in an instant. The clarity created by excessively sharpened senses. And the great satisfaction that comes from it.
The sword that holds it all just moves forward.
‘Just once!’
The two eyes of Cheongmyeong, who held the sword, radiated a fierce murderous spirit. The sword can be swung again. Even if it splits the air, you can swing it again and stab it again and that’s it.
However, the flying sword is just a single strike.
The rain that leaves your fingertips is the end. The opportunity is never given again. Under the pressure that cannot be described as extreme, Cheongmyeong’s sword drew a single line. It seemed as if everything had stopped except for the sword flying in the air.
Line is something that connects by nature. It draws a line between things that should not be touched and connects them.
The line drawn by the sword of Cheongmyeong connects the present where he stands now and the long past that has faded away.
A gap in time where the moment is divided again and again. Accidents that accelerate to unprecedented levels. In a world that was relatively slow, Cheongmyeong felt a burning thirst.
‘It’s not enough!’
This is not it.
‘It’s barely this much!’
Tang Bao’s retort that he remembers was by no means such a foolish blow. A rain that seems to carry even the soul in just one release. Like a shooting star at dawn, it disappears in a split second, but that is why Tangbo’s rain is more brilliant than anything else.
So it has to be faster. It must be more accurate and more powerful! More! Even more!
At that moment, a voice like a fantasy passed through Cheongmyeong’s ears.
– Brother Dosa is always in a hurry.
These are words that Tang Bo said to him as a joke one day in the past.
– There are countless things I want to capture. But putting it all together just makes it heavier. Just like Brother Taoist’s two shoulders. Would you be able to swing a sword properly with your heavily weighted shoulders?
The voice came clearly as if it was whispering right next to me.
– If you want to properly throw a bido, you should empty it, not fill it. Even the rain should just be light at the end. The more things you want to contain, the more you empty them. Isn’t that the way that Taoism speaks of? Of course, I don’t know if a horse like Taoist brother can understand that, but…
Even the sound of laughter mixed with that voice tickles my ears. It really feels like a moment in the past has continued at this moment.
– If that becomes possible one day…
everything that binds Cheongmyeong will be cut off. All that remains is the feeling of the sword touching your fingertips. That feeling spread throughout Cheongmyeong’s entire body.
Vitality and clearness become one.
The sword and the body are connected.
– I don’t know. Brother Taoist’s sword might really reach that Heavenly Demon.
Clear light moves forward through a world stained with darkness. The tip of the dagger is aimed at the source of that darkness. And that blow is the sword of the volcano fired by Cheongmyeong and the rain sword thrown by Tang Bo in the distant past.
Cheongmyeong, who had continued what could not have been continued, fired the dagger that would destroy the demon and aimed it at the demon’s heart.
‘I am here!’
That’s an undeniable fact. But everything about him is clearly connected to the past.
The sword, which has achieved harmony, transcended non-self, and finally reached nature, divides the world as it was supposed to.
And at that moment, Jang Il-so turned his head and Cheongmyeong’s eyes met.
It was clearly visible even in the almost-stop flow of time. The charming smile that Jang Il-so makes.
Jang Il-so raised his arms upward. It was a gesture that seemed too feeble and helpless to fight against the enormous darkness that was hovering over my head. But at that moment, a searingly cold flame spewed out from Jang Il-so’s whole body.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaa!
The attack of all his might, drawing out every last bit of his strength, soared towards the pouring down of demon energy.
Blue flames and black magic energy collided in the air. It is a flame too weak to block the overwhelming force of demonic energy.
However, even if it was only for a moment, the flame clearly pushed away the demonic energy that was like a collapsing mountain. A subtle but clear crack opened in the sturdy iron wall that seemed to never break. No, Jang Il-so pried it open.
The gaze that met was lost and Cheongmyeong’s body passed right next to Jang Il-so. At that very moment, Jang Il-so’s hand touched Cheongmyeong’s completely defenseless back.
A voice that could never be heard seemed to pass through Cheongmyeong’s ears.
“good.”
Paaaaaa!
Jang Il-so’s strength to push his back is added, and the sword fired goes beyond its limit and reaches a different point.
At that moment, as he surrendered himself to the surging demon energy, clear light returned to Danjagang’s eyes, which had been clouded.
‘sunset?’
It was a vision like a fantasy. It was so amazing that even Danjagang’s sanity, which had been completely tainted by magic, was restored.
A faint red light bloomed in a world where it seemed impossible to see a single light created by Danjagang. That very feeble red light pierced the deep, deep darkness and spread further and further.
As if the sunset spreads from the eastern sky at the end of a long night.
That is dawn. The end of dawn and another beginning.
In a scene where reality and fantasy were mixed, a white sword flew through the red sunset.
‘This?’
It was an eerie feeling of death that Danjagang had never experienced before. The sword, like dawn flying in and burning the darkness, shattered everything in Danjagang and penetrated far towards his neck.
Quad deuk!
At that moment, when it felt like the world had completely stopped, a deep silence fell. Everyone present here saw clearly.
The sight of the Dark Plum Blossom Sword piercing the neck of Bishop Danjagang, a hopeless strongman who seemed like he would never fall, sticking out from the nape of his neck.
Everyone stopped breathing.
It seemed as if all the sounds in the world were erased for an instant.
Even though the air waves that enveloped them still raged like a storm, everyone clearly felt the silence. The silence is even more intense because it is short.
Again.
A drop of blood fell from the tip of the white sword that pierced Danjagang’s neck.
And that moment.
The dark, indifferent eyes of Cheongmyeong and the seething eyes of Danjagang were intertwined at a short distance.
Danjagang muttered something silently as he coughed up the regurgitated blood. A mantra that only Cheongmyeong can clearly understand even if others cannot understand it.
“…Hangbok.”
Danjagang lowered his raised arm as if he was violently shaking it.
The demonic sun, which had not yet dispersed, fell on their heads. It was a sight that looked like Mount Tai collapsing.
“ah…!”
Everyone’s pupils were greatly dilated.
“Nooooooooo!”
The formidable demon energy collided with the ground with a huge scream that was not known who was screaming it.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The demonic energy that was confined to the earth was pulsating with the power to destroy everything that existed. And soon the world was covered by a huge storm of demonic energy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The disciples of Hwasan, who were caught up in the storm, were blown away like leaves hit by a typhoon without being able to do anything.
Not only the disciples of Hwasan, but even the demonic cultists who were watching this fierce battle with mesmerized faces were swept away like fallen leaves by the irresistible force.
Hwasan’s disciples screamed in pain as they were thrown back and hit the ground several times.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The thunderous sounds that erupted one after another hit everyone as if they were going to explode their eardrums. It was a shock as if the world was collapsing all at once.
Quang! Kwaaaaaaaa! Quang!
After that huge impact violently swept the earth.
Finally, silence came.
Wiggle.
Baekcheon, who was a mess mixed with the earth and sand thrown up as the ground was roughly dug up, trembled. The tips of my fingers twitched.
“Off…”
He let out a groan and raised his head violently as soon as he regained his senses.
“Che Cheongmyeong….”
His eyes began to bloodshot.
No matter how clear it was… would it have been possible to survive in the center of such a ridiculous explosion? Even he, who was caught up in the aftermath, was so upset that it was difficult to even move his body?
“Oh no…. no….”
Crack!
Baekcheon crushed the stone in his hand and strengthened his body. I almost dug and scratched the ground as I got up and urgently looked around.
“Cheongmyeong! Cheongmyeongaaaaaa!”
Cheongmyeong is nowhere to be seen. Baekcheon screamed at the top of his lungs as an ending he never wanted to think about came to mind.
“Cheongmyeong! “You bastard!”
“execution!”
At that moment, Yu Iseol’s urgent voice penetrated his ears.
“excuse me!”
Baekcheon hurriedly looked back to where she pointed. The land was massively dug up as if it had been torn away by a heavenly god. In the middle of it, two red and black dots were visible.
“Che Cheongmyeong!”
“Ryeonju!”
A shout came out from Baekcheon and Hu Jiaming’s mouths at the same time. The two started running with all their might towards Cheongmyeong and Jang Il-so, who had fallen down.
At that moment, Cheongmyeong’s lips, which were half-buried in silt and ruined with no trace of sound, faintly twitched.
“Ugh…”
The moment the lips opened, which seemed to have a slight crack, the wound that had been glued together split again and red blood flowed out.
“Ugh…”
When I barely lifted my heavy eyelids, I saw Jang Il-so, also half buried in the ground, with his head bent.
Cheongmyeong, who was looking at the scene in silence, managed to raise his hoarse voice after struggling for a long time.
“…hey.”
There was no answer.
“hey.”
At that moment, a voice without any strength came out of the mouth of Jang Il-so, who was tilting his head as if he were dead.
“…why?”
The moment he heard that voice, Cheongmyeong frowned.
“Are you alive?”
Then a weak voice came out from Jang Il-so’s mouth. It was a lifeless voice that never seemed to come out of his mouth.
“…I think he’s probably dead…?”
“okay…?”
Cheongmyeong turned around with great difficulty. I forced my motionless body to lie down and saw the sky. It was so blue that it made my eyes feel cold.
“That…”
After a long night, morning finally came.
“…It’s a good thing to hear.”
Cheongmyeong’s chuckling laughter slowly spread through the quiet morning world.
