Each Person’s World: Namgoong So-yu

New Murim. A group that inherited the legacy of the Murim that was destroyed by the Heavenly Demon in the past, and a name to distinguish themselves from the Old Murim.

They acknowledged the dark side of the old Murim. They acknowledged the wrongdoings of the old Murim, which had committed injustices to maintain its power.

‘Acknowledge the wrongdoings, but inherit the excellent legacy.’

Their journey began like that.

At first, their steps were cautious. They secretly trained in Martial arts under the pretext of protecting themselves, and soon realized the absence of anyone to check them, and came out into the open.

The monster that crushed the Old Murim, the leader of the Black Heaven Cult, the strongest person in the world. Demon of Heaven, Namgung Soyu.

As her absence became known, many families and sects who dreamed of the revival of the Murim gathered in the New Murim, and the size of the New Murim grew rapidly.

Like a river swelling in the rainy season, it took them less than five years to become similar to the power of the Old Murim.

Unlike the bold words they had uttered, the wrongdoings of the Old Murim flowed in.

The Martial Arts Alliance was rebuilt, families and sects began to divide the regions, and they began to oppress people for the revival of their power.

When the difference between the New Murim and the Old Murim disappeared, the Alliance Leader of the New Murim Alliance summoned everyone.

“I believe that it is right to liquidate the old in order for the new Murim to stand alone.”

The old he was talking about referred to the Black Heaven Cult.

Although the Black Heaven Cult is not active now, it is clearly a group that shared the same era as the Old Murim.

His point was that it could not coexist with the New Murim, which had gathered to liquidate the old.

With the Alliance Leader’s words, experts from all over the place gathered in groups of three or five.

Hidden beneath the pretext of liquidating the old was hatred for the Black Heaven Cult. This was because the descendants of the Anhui Blood Calamity had inherited the anger of their ancestors without dilution.

Holding their respective weapons, they headed to Henan.

More than five hundred supreme experts surrounded a mountain in Henan.

“Listen, you wicked Youngma!”

As the giant man shouted, the sound traveled along the mountain path as quickly as a leopard cat.

Leaves fell and startled birds flew into the sky.

On the top of the mountain, Youngma, who had settled in the ruined Black Heaven Cult, simply stroked his chin with a complicated expression.

The pounding of drums, the voices of people mocking the Black Heaven Cult, and the eerie sound of weapons clashing echoed unfiltered.

Shabby people were lined up in front of a short-haired woman wearing dark black clothes.

The woman’s face had not changed from her younger days, but she was already over forty years old.

The woman who had been by the side of the Black Heaven Cult Leader until the very end, the confidant of the strongest person in the world, Youngma, scanned the people with a complicated face.

The reason why the new Murim could not appear was largely due to the Heavenly Demon’s powerful strength, which prevented them from daring to do so.

It was impossible for Youngma alone to stop the new forces from growing in power throughout the vast Central Plains.

When the New Murim appeared, Youngma gathered the people of the old Black Heaven Cult.

Although 90% of their forces had disappeared due to the Anhui Blood Calamity and Namgoong Soyeon’s attack, the remaining people responded to Youngma’s call.

In that way, they shook the New Murim with a small task force, but it was like blocking a huge tsunami with a small wall.

Eventually, they were pushed back and fled to this place, and eventually surrounded and faced their end.

“So it has come to this.”

Youngma hid his bitter feelings.

He could accept his own death. Just as he had taken people’s lives, he thought it was natural for someone to take his life as well.

However, the reality that he had not been able to keep the will of the Cult Leader he had served saddened Youngma.

[No Murim force will be able to exist in this Central Plains.]

The Heavenly Demon’s dream. The end of the Murim.

That dream, which he thought he had achieved with the Anhui Blood Calamity, was now gone.

‘It is because of my shortcomings that I could not keep the Cult Leader’s will.’

Youngma looked at the Cult’s People who had stayed until the end.

The pounding of drums can be heard. The clanging of weapons can be heard. The voices of people can be heard.

“There is no need to stay here. There is a path behind the Cult’s People that leads down the mountain, so escape through that path.”

Youngma ordered the Cult’s People.

One corpse is enough. There was no need to increase the number unnecessarily.

“We will be with you. Cult Leader Proxy.”

“There is no honor to be gained by risking your lives here. There is even less righteousness and chivalry. Have you forgotten? We are a group that calls ourselves evil. Do you think they will leave our corpses alone? They will cut off the heads of the corpses, stick them on spears, and put them up at the entrance of the mountain. Is that the end you want?”

He coldly threatens them. Youngma wanted the Cult’s People, who were gripped by fear, to abandon him and go down the mountain.

But, as befitting the Cult’s People of the Black Heaven Cult, who called themselves evil, they did not back down.

“It’s okay. Those guys will chase us to the end anyway.”

“I’d rather die here than run away in a cowardly manner.”

“They are the enemies of the Young Cult Leader. We will take revenge.”

They shout what they want to say.

The pounding, the clanging, the voices of people-

The sound coming from down the mountain.

“Is that so… Is that really so…”

Youngma suppressed the surging emotions and stood up.

He slowly leaves the Black Heaven Cult.

One by one, the Cult’s People behind him begin to follow.

She was at the head of the group.

The figure of the person who always led him from the front is no longer visible.

“I wanted to see your face before I died.”

He had waited for more than 20 years, but he died without ever meeting her.

She was truly disappointed.

He opens the door and starts to go down the mountain.

Since he was prepared to die, he was thinking of taking even one more person with him.

Following Youngma, the Black Heaven Cult’s People also went down the mountain at a rapid pace.

The pounding, the clanging, the voices of people-

The sound grew louder as they went down the mountain, and the thick smell of blood rose up.

Wait a minute-

“The smell of blood?”

The forces of the New Murim came into the eyes of Youngma and the Cult’s People who had arrived at the entrance of the mountain.

A person bleeding and opening his mouth,

A person with half of his face missing,

A person crying sadly with both eyes gouged out,

A person walking blankly with one arm raised,

A person who was so mashed that he could not be recognized,

A huge mountain of corpses erected at the entrance of the mountain.

“What is this…”

Before their eyes was a mountain of corpses engulfed in huge flames and burning.

And there was a person standing alone in front of that mountain of corpses.

Youngma was familiar with that figure.

“How much time has passed?”

The owner of the tragedy asked without turning around.

At the familiar voice, the emotions that had been suppressed rose to his eyes.

“Huh?” “Could it be…!” “Huh?”

The Black Heaven Cult’s People standing behind Youngma also began to murmur.

“Ah….”

A cracked voice came from Youngma’s mouth.

The person who had turned his back turned his body.

Long hair tied up in the back, earrings, white long shirt, black martial uniform.

And blood-red eyes.

“You’ve gotten old, Youngma.”

A figure that had not changed at all from the day he disappeared.

Youngma knelt on the ground and paid his respects by bowing his head.

“I greet the Heavenly Demon.”