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Thick blood flows on the ground, and a chilling red mist swirls in the air like a swarm of gnats.

On the one hand, a wall of writhing flesh reaches into the sky, stretching out countless flaccid tentacles, swaying without wind.

There is a small hole in the middle where people come and go, and it reflects the acrid float of the rotten firmament beyond the wall.

The gateway to the mouth!

Any human being must instinctively realize that this is a very dangerous place.

In fact, you don’t even need instinct.

When you see with your own eyes the sight of disgusting flesh blocking the sky on the earth, covered with blood and floating flesh, with bones sticking out like reefs, you think, of course, this is not the right place, this must be hell.

Nevertheless, countless warriors stepped through the hole in the flesh and threw themselves into the gutter, and that number of demons was born.

I know it’s ominous and harmful, but I still can’t overcome my desire to go to a higher state.

Even once you step into the gate of demons, you can freely come and go at any time, so even if you defeat it once and overcome it twice, it is a temptation that continues to loom before your eyes.

When I reach out my hand, it’s always there.

Do you want power? If you want it, have it. It is a strength reserved for you, and you can take it at any time.

So, many warriors fall.

The realization of harmony is difficult and distant.

The path of a wise man is difficult to see while alive, so even if I were to enter the devil, I would rather climb to the next level and die.

And now, in another world of images, a human spirit rises in front of the gateway to Ilma.

A visitor rising out from under the blood and forming a shape.

The shape of an extremely beautiful woman.

The blood on the ground vibrates on its own, bouncing wildly, and the countless tentacles on the wall of flesh blocking the sky welcome and shake frantically.

Do you need strength! Come, come to me!

Even the world’s most ferocious evil stars appear, opening thousands of eyelids and casting tens of thousands of eyes.

Countless people have passed through the gateway to becoming a monk, but from the beginning of martial arts until now, there has probably been no warrior who has been welcomed with such an enthusiastic welcome.

So the woman opens her eyes and looks at Ma.

He then stretched out both hands forward, showing the backs of his hands and clenching them into fists, but with only one middle finger straight.

“The mouth is a piece of cake! Fuck you! You friendless bastard!”

And then, in a flash, the blood scatters and disappears in an instant.

Gwanmun expresses his embarrassment at the unexpected criticism or ridicule in silence.

what? What was it?

[…]

The eyes of the evil star in the sky are shaking.

If thought were possible, this is what one would have thought about the malefic sound that one cannot tell whether it is a real malefic or a product of an image, a thousand-killing star or a blue-killing star.

Why the fuck? Do you really need to eat shit?

And why do I feel so dirty?

Cheong opens his eyes and looks at the pure white snow field.

Behind me, the long footprints I walked continue beyond the horizon drawn by the snow.

In front of you is an ice wall that rises all the way to the sky.

It is an endlessly high cliff that seems to extend all the way to the end of the sky as far as the eye can see, perhaps even into the empty darkness beyond.

However, even though the image is divided by a thick ice wall, there is a certain thrill that makes the heart vibrate in the endless, unexplored plain that spreads out behind it.

That’s why I crave the state beyond even more.

However, the ice wall still rejects the request.

I could tell as soon as I saw it, so I’m telling you that you don’t have enough strength to dare to break through it.

Cheong once again realizes the reason why warriors go to war.

The wall of flesh opens a hole by itself when it sees the person touching it, and it is an intense temptation that entangles you like a lustful prostitute.

But look at this ice wall.

It’s just that you’re not ready yet, it’s not enough yet so go back and work hard.

This is a very calm statement of fact.

It was a huge pressure without any emotion, just like looking at something worthless.

okay. You can’t break it or pierce it.

that’s right. There is no way for me to do it now.

Cheong admitted.

But some assurances that the heart whispers.

you can do it. The path I have taken is right, I have walked the right path, and the path ahead is in the right direction, soaring hope.

So Cheong runs.

The refreshing feel of snow on your skin and the beautiful face smiling brightly make you feel as cheerful as a child running around.

So Cheong jumps up.

It was an unbreakable wall from the beginning.

How can I get through this on a topic so extreme?

Thin white fingers get stuck in the transparent ice wall.

Cheong, who is hanging, folds his arms, pulls up his torso, extends the other arm, and once again inserts the world’s most beautiful fingers into Seomseom Oksu.

Just because an unbreakable wall blocks you, doesn’t mean you can’t go beyond it.

If you can’t break through, shouldn’t you just get over it?

Footprints passed by, an old sword broken in half, a long way from being able to destroy the wall.

It’s still not enough, and even though it’s not enough, I’m an ugly person who spent these four months trying to solve it on my own.

That’s me.

Suddenly, a flower blooms on the ice wall.

The shape of a flower that reflects a person, a flower that is ugly and has its petals cut in half with a rusty sword.

Printed human flower, human flower.

It is the center of the world.

Yes, I did that. So did you add anything?

However, we cannot continue to wait for enlightenment to come someday.

You can’t just grab the right person and kill them in a life-or-death situation.

So Cheong climbs the ice wall.

Oh, it’s so cold, of course it’s ice.

Although it hasn’t risen very far, the chill of the ice wall feels like cutting my hand with a knife.

No, it’s not just the hands.

When the ice touches your body, it melts and you soak your body with cold water. The wet body sticks to you, and the bitter cold seeps into your body, your flesh, your muscles, and your bones.

Polar opposites are in common.

The coldest yin energy resembles the hottest yang energy, so the pain it transmits also resembles it.

The cold that cuts through the entire body punishes insolent humans who dare to attempt the climb with a burning heat like a firearm.

Cheong grits his teeth.

Did you think I would lose?

Suddenly, Cheong looks up and sees with his own eyes the disconnection of the world that still has no end.

hmm. I might lose.

If you just get into it, well, no.

I went there, used the sign language sign language for mountain (山), uttered a swear word, and came back here.

If I go back now, does the picture make sense?

It’s much better to bite your tongue and commit suicide than to die of embarrassment.

So Cheong climbs the ice wall.

Go up.

Climbing again.

Before I knew it, ice particles were all over my body.

The fingernails were broken unsightly, the skin was cracked, leaving pitiful blood-red marks on the ice wall.

How much time has passed?

day? Ten days? one month? one year? Ten years?

Still, I can’t get used to the cold, so every moment is a burning pain.

Climbing the ice wall endlessly for decades and hundreds of years, even with the strength of a world leader, my arms are trembling, my muscles are torn, and it hurts as if I’m tearing up piece by piece. It really hurts. I think I’m going to die.

But still, Cheong climbs the wall.

Memories that come to mind because of the hardships and hardships.

My precious people.

If someone goes first, there will definitely be talk, so do it in the order in which you met each other fairly.

San-i, Je-gal, Geom-woo, Nan-ah, Yes, Mo-yong So-jeo, Gu-nyeong, everyone is probably trying desperately to buy time.

And we all have to live together and go back.

Master, if you don’t want to get hit, you have to take a picture, right?

Jang Myung: Well, I’m sorry for ignoring you all this time, but Jang Myung is really weak, truly.

Master, if you take pictures of flowers, aren’t you now in the same class? Hee-mae, Hee-mae’s breasts are all dead. I’m going to throw away a lot of dough. I miss you too, my uncle. We will have to come to a conclusion with the best intellect in the province, the Empress Mama, and our Lady Moon, the chirping chicks, the people of Seolgasanghoe, the Murimmaeng, and Changbin, where and what they are doing on the topic of membership, ah, I want to see the scent. Is Jun doing well too? Was her name Bongchun or Chunbong, Naram’s Khitan Festival, Lily’s shockingly exposed white breasts, countless relationships? And although I don’t really want to see him, my son Hosoin, well.

As seen in the image of Wolnyeo Sword.

The fact that I am a Cheonhwageom, a disciple of the master, a disciple of the female priest, a divine dragon of the Murim Alliance, and the president of the Bangeomsangdao Association was not because I was good.

Of course, it is a well-known fact that I am proud.

Since you all admit it, I am the Sword of Heavenly Fire.

Without you, I’m just nothing.

One more flower blooms on the ice wall.

Using flower petals as a relationship, the images of acquaintances smiling, smiling, and making eye contact are played on a moving screen in each and every petal.

Earth flower, the flower of the earth.

The ground is the foundation on which people stand on their own two feet.

Cheong just goes up.

Now you can no longer see the ground below, and above is still an endless barrier.

Cheong is not a person, but rather a block of ice, and does not even have the strength to remove the thick ice.

It hurts, it hurts, it’s hard, I can’t breathe, my arm feels like it’s falling off, and I can’t even scream as if hundreds of millions of needles have been inserted into the frozen flesh and pounded with a hammer.

But I can’t stop.

You must not stop.

Because my friends are waiting.

As the president, don’t you have a duty to save your members?

They are all insecure and lacking, but yes, trust me, I believe that you will endure.

If I just take a picture of the flower, it will split the sky and turn the ground upside down.

And we should go back together.

I live, you live too.

We should live together.

We eat together, take a bath only for female members, go see the sights in Jungwon, train together, laugh together, cry together, there are so many things we want to do together, now that I think of them, there are so many that I can’t keep talking about them for a few days. I think it’s there.

okay. we.

For a moment, my fingertips wave through the air.

It doesn’t feel like the pain of shattering a finger or the feeling of breaking an ice wall like before.

Just a nice, smooth edge.

uh? Cheong looks up blankly.

The unobstructed sky, it seems like it’s been up for thousands of years, but it’s still blue. What, where has the universe gone? Is there no universe in this pseudo-pseudo-Jungwon martial arts world? Is my martial arts like this?

As I raised my arms above the ice wall and my head, a transparent flower appeared before my eyes.

Eh? what? What flower? Is it a congratulatory bouquet?

天花, flower of the sky.

sky. universe. world. world. everything.

Three flowers bloom like a halo behind Cheong’s head.

Samhwachwijeong 三花聚頂.

Establish yourself, stand on the foundation, and recognize the world.

Only when you see the world, understand and embrace the earth, will you know where you stand.

Because of you, I exist, and because we are together, the world finally exists.

Heaven, earth, people, and Samyang are in harmony, and their scent resonates throughout the three thousand worlds.

Thus, man manipulates the world with his mind and achieves thought.

People revered and respected it and called it the state of harmony, the world of harmony.

Cheong climbs up on the wall and looks down at the world.

Why is direct advice on enlightenment considered taboo, and why did Master pound his chest in frustration?

Now I understand.

There are as many worlds as there are people, and Samyang’s heaven, earth, and people are all three different things, so even if others spread their own world by adding to it, it would be useless and only a distraction through illusion.

That’s why I can’t speak, but just looking at the pathetic missing members of our Bangeomssangdaohoe who are begging about the climax and the ultimate climax, doesn’t my stomach explode?

But that’s the way it is, wouldn’t it be okay if you embrace it with love and yearn for it?

For now, yes. I have to go save the kids.

What can I say, yes. Harmony Sutra Evolution Chohwagyeong Cheonhwageom goes!

Cheong smiles brightly.

And then, without hesitation, he leaps over the barrier.