Chapter v7c10

The realm of transcendence or Hol hwang Gyeong

He held onto it fiercely, as he had no reason to reject a chance in surpassing his master. Yet, even Bi Ryu-yeon himself couldn’t have fathomed that unraveling the mystery behind this single word would take eight years. Eight years spent unraveling a single foundational technique, leaving him with a profound sense of defeat.

It was five years after that day that he realized that he could never approach this state with physical training alone. To grasp the realm of Hol hwang, his mind had to wander in the empty space in the state of formlessness. He was once in danger of being lost forever in the empty sea where time and space were not felt. It was almost as if he was about to enter a state of madness, commonly referred to as “going berserk.”

After his head cooled, he wondered if he had been deceived by his master hundreds of times, if not dozens of times. But he clung to it to death because his master, who was mean, narrow-minded, and even despicable, he would not bring himself to lie. By this point, he was so deeply committed that he could not afford to give up.

Five years after that day, this became a fight between the master and Bi Ryu-yeon’s pride and self-esteem. And the more he learned the Biryeo-do, the more his achievement of the Yeong-sa-shim-gyeol increased, the more his confidence in the Hol hwang Gyeong

Deepened.

He realized that there is more to this world than what you see, and that if you focus a little more and pay attention, there is an infinite world right next to you that you can’t imagine. Of course, the fact that the destination was far away did not change.

And eight years later, Bi Ryu-yeon was finally able to astonish the master’s face. The way the master was bewildered and dumbfounded at that time! The more he thought about it, the more satisfying it was.

‘In my life, that day was definitely a turning point!’

But he didn’t fully realize it yet. He intuitively knew that there was a higher level in front of his eyes.

If it takes 8 years to understand it , how many years does it take to achieve it? It was a place he had to reach somedayPerhaps that place is what people call Dao (The way) or Shen (Divine). That place is so high and far away that most people give up without even starting. But there are still those who challenge the impossible, heading towards the realm called the “realm of Divines”. Their common trait was simply not considering the impossible as impossible. To them, it was just as possible as anything else. So they made it possible.

There was no certainty, but there was no thought of giving up either. In his mental world, there was no such thing as giving up..

‘If I get the power of Nae-shin (spiritual energy.), I might be able to gain confidence in this realm. Or do I need to reach this realm to get the power of Nae-shin (spiritual energy.)?’

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Only heaven knows.

Mo Yong-hwi’s oath

“I lost!”

When Yeomdo and Bi Ryu-yeon were planning something under the moonlight,

Moyong-hwi lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling with a lonely expression,savoring the bitterness that emanated from his heart.

“I lost.”

His focus was blurred. His consciousness was wandering in a dream. He had never expected the shock of his first defeat to be so great.

Deep down, he doubted the idea of going undefeated, yet when faced with it, the burden was overwhelming. An onslaught of worries, doubts, and guilt gnawed at him incessantly.

“Why did I lose?”

Mo Yong-hwi asked himself.

He had never received such a heavy and terrifying Taoist technique before. The fear that even slight carelessness could cost him his life. Moyong-hwi was able to recall the fear of the moment when life and death were decided.

“Is there still fear of swords and death in my heart?”

The empty air did not seem to have the kindness to answer his question. He had no choice but to find the answer in the abyss of his own heart. With his own strength, Everyone said it was a draw, but Mo Yong-hwi felt his defeat. On the surface, today’s match ended in a draw. But Mo Yong-hwi knew well. Strictly speaking, today’s match was his defeat! Even when he was pushed into a situation where he couldn’t swing his sword, The opponent was still vigorous. At that moment, he had no more room to move. On the other hand, the opponent was overflowing with strength like a running chariot. If he hadn’t restrained himself, he could have lost his life to the opponent’s sword.

He was angry.

Mo Yong-hwi bit his lips slightly. The bitter smell of blood stimulated the tip of his nose. It was a ritual of punishing himself and strengthening his will. He couldn’t back down like this. He couldn’t sit down with his name and family’s honor tarnished. He wasn’t the kind of person to collapse into endless despair like a crumbling tower after a single defeat. He was deeply ingrained with the belief that succumbing to despair after a single defeat was a mark of foolishness. Failure was a common occurrence in the art of war. It was something that happened constantly. He was too young to give up on one failure.

Stripped of boundless determination, vibrant enthusiasm, and fervent courage, there was nothing left but a typical individual in his twenties.

“I wont lose the next time!”

He swore to the sword in his heart. He will definitely win! For my name and family honor!

He was a genius who knew how to overcome obstacles. He was a true genius who was worthy of being called a genius.

“ I will never lose again!”

To face the enemy again, healing wounds and recovering physical strength were the top priority.

Mo Yong-hwi slowly pulled up his energy and started his peculiar training method (Naega Yosang Beop ).

Fortunately, it seemed that his meridians were not damaged, and the channeling of his qi was smooth. However, it will take some time for the trauma to heal. It was unreasonable to hope that it would heal completely in a short time.

The next day!

Thud!

One person fell and the special training began.

The Misfortune of the Five Phantom Swords and the Five Reaper Blades.

“What happened?”

Sometimes in the world, there are cases where you can’t answer even if you know the answer.

Because it is obvious that his answer can have a negative impact on himself as well as society, he can’t say the correct answer.

There is no need to voluntarily invite a predicted disaster. This case was also one of those situations.

Despite being questioned directly by Cheon sal, the celestial Reaper who was as high as the sky and a figure of terror, Jong-pyeong, also known as No. 27, was tongue-tied and couldn’t answer readily. If he had answered truthfully, he knew full well that it would lead to at least banishment and at most immediate execution. So how could he possibly utter the absurd story of a Phantom hit and run? He absolutely couldn’t speak it even if he died.

“Um… well… you see… what happened was…”

No. 27, whose face was bruised, couldn’t answer easily because his tongue was twisted. The cruel and merciless hand of Cheon sal was too scary for him.

“Do you want to die? Can’t you answer faster?”

The eyes of Cheon sal flashed. He was a person who had never cultivated patience in his life.

“Yes… Yes! a phantom hit me!”

“Really? Take one from me too!”

With a bang, No.27 lost consciousness. This was the best case. He was lucky it ended without him dying.

“Hey! Where are those useless guys? They should go and get beaten up and come back! Instead of dying easily, they come back all beaten up…”

“Shall I kill him?”

He was not happy to have a useless guy next to him.

“What Phantom ? You guys are like stupid fools!”

Cheon sal shouted in frustration, unable to suppress his anger. The incompetence of his subordinates only fueled his anger. In the Cheonji Samsal (Celestial Assassins)

, there were two groups, the Five phantom Swords led by Cheon sal the Heavenly Reaper, and the Five Reaper Blades led by Jisal King of the Underworld.

These Five phantom Swords and Five Reaper Blades did not get along very well. Their relationship was such that it would be more accurate to call them enemies.

For them, a competitor was nothing more than an obstacle that had to be eliminated without mercy as the first priority when an opportunity came. They were not life companions who should help each other’s development and move forward together.

Both places were in charge of managing their subordinates as the heads of the organization, and on top of that, there was a subtle competition between the organizations, so they didn’t get along well. There are two organizations attached to one force. No, two organizations came together and became one force.

They perfectly embodied the term “dogs fighting each other”. They were never on good terms from the beginning.

But then they both became greedy for one thing. With a desire and thirst that could not be controlled, their goal was the same. Naturally, their relationship becoming the worst of enemies was only a matter of time.

Their relationship was like a powder keg with a spark still remaining. There was no surprise as to when and where it would explode. But then an event occurred that would deliver a decisive blow to their relationship.

A huge fire that fell where it could explode at any time! It was the existence of Na Yerin. Even amidst the chaos when Gal Hyobong first raided the training camp, they couldn’t help but notice her. Absolute beauty that lived up to being hailed as the greatest beauty! A breathtaking aura.

Their snake-like eyes flickered uncontrollably, and saliva poured out of their mouths. The goal was one, but the competitors were two. The fight was inevitable. It was only a matter of time.

They ignored the order to wait until Gal Hyobong recovered and fully healed., and they were swept away by her beauty. Like thousands of men before them, they fell to her beauty.

They were among the most violent and dangerous wolves among the men who belonged to the organization. There is no intention to belittle all the men belonging to the organization, but in general, their control over their sexual desires and cravings was weak enough to be fatal to most women. . There was no need to say that the environmental impact also contributed greatly. not to mention the undeniable actions that had been committed.

Such control of lust often led to mistakes and ruined families or turned them into heartless individuals, even for those with noble morals and strong vitality. It was a very wrong thing to expect such self-control from those who make murder, violence, and robbery their daily routine. It was good for the spine’s health not to look at a tree that couldn’t be climbed.

Forcing morals on men who go crazy at the sight of women is an unreasonable demand that can burden themselves! In such cases, there is no room for compromise, so solving it with fists is a clean and easy way.

Especially for the upper heads of Cheon sal’s organization, who specialize in murder, arson, looting, and r*pe, there was no point in discussing it anymore. They were all composed of men who couldn’t be distinguished from animals, or rather, men who were worse than animals.