Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 292

Episode 292. Will you offer up your soul to me?

Continuing her thoughts, Namgoong-yeon tilted her head.

It is because I suddenly remembered that ‘Cheonchuseong’, the ‘central axis of the sky’, lost its light.

According to the line of ‘Sanpoonggo’, if something bad happened to the famous school, the heavenly spirit should be good, but the result was the opposite.

If so, ‘Cheonggi’s change’ and ‘Sanpoonggo’ may be different things.

‘I’ll have to go to Pungjisan to find out everything.’

Suddenly, Namgung-yeon felt the strong pull of fate.

The musketeer Singi Singer Jegal Seung-un may have planned this just to drive himself to death, but Mt. Fungji was a place that would determine the fate of the world.

It is only right that he himself act for the safety of the world.

He had to do that for the sake of Cheonjimaeng as well as the Namgung family and his rivals.

“sister?”

“huh?”

“What have you been thinking all along?”

“Mt. Fengji.”

“Do not worry too much. I am.”

Namgungyeon smiled and nodded at Yeonjeokha’s boastful words.

“Yes, please.”

“Leave it to me!”

When the couples who reciprocated courageously glanced at me, they scratched their heads with a confused face.

***

Jeongju.

Chili Hachon.

Uicheongak.

Sulsi Mal (9:00 p.m.).

Cheongwoon Sword Namgungcheon, who had been immersed in fortune-telling for a long time, was called by his father, Sword King Namgung Byeok.

“You said you were looking for me?”

“I heard the story. There was a quarrel with the children of Panga during the day?”

“What about the quarrel? Just to teach you a little lesson about being so rude.”

“I heard that the other party was Paeng Mi-rye, Paeng Il-jin, Paeng Man-do Paeng Gak-myeong, Cheongcheon-do. Is that right?”

Namgung Byeok looked at his son with strange eyes.

It’s because I couldn’t believe that I had dealt with four of Penga’s late exponents by myself.

In particular, it was known that Paenggakmyeong’s inaction was similar to that of his son.

If it is the later exponents including him, it is difficult to match even the elder of the Chilpa clan.

However, rumors say it was a one-sided fight.

Unless you are a master of the Chilpa clan, you cannot treat them like children.

Looking at it, I can feel the subtle vitality on my son’s face that I have never seen before.

“It must have been difficult with your inaction I know, but was there a chance?”

“Rather than a chance, my internal energy, which had been blocked, suddenly became free.”

“suddenly?”

It was difficult for Namgung Byeok to understand what his son was saying.

It’s because I know how difficult it is to become free in the care of my inner strength.

In order to become a true master, both inside and outside must reach the state.

For example, if the external gong is free from herbivore, the internal gong must reach the level of ‘intentional prayer’ and ‘airway blood’ as well as ‘hyeoldo hardness’.

There is no royal road to these three stages.

It is a painful and tedious process that anyone who has started Jingi Tonap will have to go through for the rest of their lives.

People called these three stages ‘walls’.

Could it be that the son has overcome this wall that is difficult to overcome even with a lifetime of effort?

“yes.”

Namgung Byeok nodded as he looked at his son’s glowing face.

“You are proud. No matter how excellent the inner gong mind method is, its root is ultimately tonap (吐納 breathing). What allows you to cross the wall is not outstanding divine feats, but self-denial. I’m glad you finally figured it out.”

“We are still far away.”

“At your age, it is something to be proud of if you are at the level of ‘blood road and long road’. Was there a trigger?”

“Ah, that’s why, actually…”

Namgungcheon, hesitant, had no choice but to tell the story related to Jinseolha.

Because she is the beginning of enlightenment.

Namgung Byeok was delighted with his son’s confession, but at the same time, he was astonished.

Even though Namgung family suffered the wrath of extinction, he did not awaken.

Since he wasn’t there, he probably wouldn’t have been shocked enough to break his mind.

Even so, it’s because of the woman.

“I was worried that you would not be able to succeed as a martial artist because you are friendly. But that tenderness has led you. Did I say that Jin So-jeo was Chang In-moon’s disciple?”

“yes.”

“i get it. I will take action so that Changinmoon will not be disadvantaged by this incident.”

“thank you.”

“Thank you Jean Sozer.”

“Hehe, even if it’s not, I plan to do it every time we meet.”

“Tsk tsk! The guy isn’t serious.”

The southern palace wall frowned.

Even if you know why a guy like Sogaju of the Namgung family is so lacking in body, you won’t know.

***

Shanxi Province.

parish prefecture.

Pungjisan Valley.

around noon.

Heading to the valley, the mother of the eight emperors was very excited.

The meeting with the ‘Cheonjama’, who lives in the ‘Heaven of Kings’, was unexpected for her as well.

‘Yeommawang’ has only the process of unification, but there is nothing after that.

Unfortunately, that unity sees the light only when it dies.

It was a bit out of line for what she was hoping for.

A famous school was created to unite with the King of Flames, but that is not the final goal.

Because her dream was to immortalize with her current body.

Not long after, the eighthwangsinmo arrived at the valley.

It is a valley where the daughter of a god, the god of cheongryu, was made into a yeommae.

A black goat on a leash roamed leisurely on the water’s edge of the valley.

It is a black goat prepared by the Eight Emperors.

Eighthwangsinmo approached the goat.

Then he gently stroked the small, hard goat’s head.

The goat shook its head lightly, but did not actively try to avoid it.

That’s because it’s long on the leash.

fast.

In an instant, the goat’s neck was broken.

As the Eighthwangsinmo’s hand brushed the goat’s neck, blood spurted out.

With the warm blood of a goat, she painted the inverse pentagram in the clearing next to the valley.

Eighthwangsinmo wrote the name of the Cheonjama in the center of the picture and threw the goat back.

And he called him as the cheongryu god had taught him.

“Heavenly Demon, King of the Realm of Desire! A lacking servant earnestly calls for your name, so please come down!”

In an instant, black smoke billowed from the center of the star.

The mother of the Eighthwangs took a step back involuntarily at the evil energy she felt from the black smoke.

It was on a different level from the magi he felt when performing human sacrifice with the Paljuryeong.

Is it really the evil of evil?

It seemed that even if I stacked the world’s evil ten thousand times, it wouldn’t be as much as a handful of that black smoke.

Just looking at it takes my breath away.

For a moment, she thought that the god of the clear stream had betrayed her and used the poison of the underworld.

The black smoke was so evil.

The black smoke that had been scattered in all directions was sucked back into the center of the reverse pentagram.

Only then did the Eighthwangsinmo’s hardened complexion loosen up little by little.

After a while all the black smoke disappeared.

An exclamation flowed from the mouth of the Eighthwangsinmo, who was staring at the reverse pentagram.

A man about 10 feet tall (about 3 meters) stood in the center of the Fortress of Pentacles with a sullen face.

“Chunjama?”

The Eighthwangsinmo muttered involuntarily.

In one hand, the man was holding a huge spear that was much taller than he was, and at the end of the spear was a flag with strange letters written on it.

What the man said, but the Eighthwangsinmo did not understand.

He frowned for a moment, then suddenly pointed at the Eighthwangsinmo with his finger.

Surprised, the Eighthwangsinmo raised her palm above her chest.

It is to protect oneself from the possible attack of the Cheonjama.

In an instant, the wind from the fingertips of the Cheonjama entwined the eighthwangsinmo and passed by.

Whirling-.

The Eighthwangsinmo’s face hardened.

This is because the Cheonjama’s method was not blocked and the whole body was exposed.

It was when she was secretly working on the truth.

“Are you the mother of the Eighth Emperor?”

When the words of the Cheonjama were heard clearly, the Eighthwangsinmo hurriedly nodded.

“That’s right. Are you the king of the desires, the king of desires, that the god of the clear stream spoke of?”

“right. I didn’t expect much, but you managed to call me. Do you have any wishes from me?”

“What I want is immortality. Can you teach me that?”

“Immortality? Do you know what that means?”

“Isn’t it to live forever without growing old like this?”

“Wrong. Nothing is permanent in this universe.”

“There is no immortality?”

“It is up to you to think. For example, a thousand years in your world is a day in the world of desire. In that realm of desire, this body has lived for a hundred thousand years. Then am I immortal?”

“…”

The Eighthwangsinmo looked at the Cheonjama with blank eyes.

I had never thought of such a thing.

A thousand years is equal to a day, but living in such a world for 100,000 years?

The Cheonjama spoke again to the Eighthwangsinmo, who stood in awe at the unexpected development.

“In ‘Heaven of Kings,’ immortality has no meaning. Rather, some people even wish to die. So I’ll ask again. Do you have any wishes from me?”

“Then, can I live an eternity like the Cheonjama-nim?”

Eighthwangsinmo wanted to live like a thousand children.

“Is that your wish?”

“yes.”

“possible. But there is one condition for that.”

“What is it?”

“You must become my household.”

“If only I could become like Cheonjama-nim, I would be happy.”

“Being my servant means giving your soul to me. Do you really want to do that?”

“yes.”

The Eighthwangsinmo answered without hesitation.

Since he is already united with King Yeomra, he has no interest in what happens to his soul.

“Come closer.”

After calling the Cheonjama, the Eighthwangsinmo walked into Yeok-Omangseong without delay.

The Cheonjama bent down and met the eyes of the Eighthwangsinmo.

At that moment, the mother of the Eighthwang God suddenly stumbled unconsciously from the dizziness.

The Cheonjama’s eyes were as deep and wide as the night sky.

It was to the point where I was frightened by the deep darkness that could not be compared to the King of Flames.

‘Hut! Why did I come here?’

The Eighthwangsinmo held her breath and looked at the Cheonjama.

I don’t know what I believed and came so close to the Cheonjama I saw for the first time.

It’s belatedly when she tries to step back.

A hand the size of the caldron lid of the Cheonjama caught the head of the Eighthwangsinmo like lightning.

“Eight Emperors, will you dedicate your soul to me?”

In a situation where he could not be bitten, the new mother of the Eighthwangs replied with the feeling that it would be as it should be.

“Gulp yes.”

“Do you want to be the servant of the celestial horse according to the oath passed down from the beginning?”

“yes.”

In an instant, the Cheonjama’s grip was strong.

sigh.

It’s as if the claws of a heavenly horse are digging into my head.

The Eighthwangsinmo’s mouth hung open at the terrible pain that tore her flesh and pierced her bones.

“Ah!”

She twisted her upper body like crazy, but the power of the Cheonjama was so strong that she didn’t even move.

Blood dripped from the head of the Eighthwangsinmo, who struggled to escape.

“You, the Goddess of the Eighthwangs, have decided to hand over your soul to me, the Son of Heaven, by your own will, not by anyone’s coercion. Is that right?”

“Aagh! that’s right! That’s right!”

The Eighthwangsinmo struggled, spraying blood in all directions.

A strange smile appeared on the mouth of the Cheonjama who saw such a mother of the Eighthwangs.

“From now on, you are the mother of the Eighthwangsin, I am the son of a thousand…. huh?”

Suddenly, the Cheonjama’s face contorted.

It is because the ceremony to declare that he is the owner of the Eighthwangsinmo was cut off in the middle.

The Cheonjama, who was glaring at the head of the Eighthwangsinmo with burning eyes, asked.

“Were you dedicated to another king?”

“Yeah, the demon king.”

At that moment, the Cheonjama’s hand fell from the Eighthwangsinmo’s head.

When the terrible pain disappeared, the Eighthwangsinmo let out a sigh of relief.

The Son of Heaven said to the Mother of the Eighthwangs, who looked at her with a puzzled face.

“If you are dedicated to the Demon King, you cannot become my follower. Too bad. It was a good opportunity for both of us…”

After saying that, the Cheonjama suddenly disappeared.

Belatedly, the Eighthwangsinmo shouted.

“Cheonjama-nim! Then what should I do? How can I become a follower!”

However, there is no way for the Cheonjama who has already left to answer.

Eighthwangsinmo looked at Yeok-Omang-seong with a blank face.

It seemed like a dream once.

It feels like the immortality that has been almost in my hand has been scattered like smoke.