Almighty God of War - Chapter 200

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200

Chiiiiiiik-!

An explosive change like the opening of heaven and earth occurred in the depths of Guyang Cheongang’s brain.

Hundreds of millions of nanobots spread through his neural network like nebulae, combining with each brain cell to begin forming a massive network of light.

In that instant, a virtual universe unfolded within Guyang Cheongang’s mind.

In the vast and desolate darkness, trillions of data bits poured down like meteor showers.

And the endlessly extending sea of octets (a unit of 8 bits) drew an infinite horizon of information.

Into this magnificent universe of consciousness created by Akasha, Cheongi Jinjun’s will that had tried to devour Guyang Cheongang’s body was helplessly sucked in.

[What… what in the world is this!]

Cheongi Jinjun’s thoughts screamed in terror-filled anguish.

Even he, called one of the Ten Greatest Masters of All Time and a genius of his era, had never seen such a bizarre and vast universe.

Before his eyes, thousands of data mazes coiled like galactic spirals stretched to distant abysses.

In each maze, tens of thousands of logic circuits intertwined like neural networks, creating branching paths.

And they continuously lured Cheongi Jinjun’s consciousness into those geometric traps.

The consciousness of Cheongi Jinjun, the black-robed old man who appeared wrapped in dark clouds, let out a mad roar in this bizarre universe of information.

[You bastard! How dare you block my path! I shall destroy all things!]

The black clouds surrounding his entire body poured down like a waterfall, then became a massive tsunami that fiercely swept toward the virtual universe’s maze.

It was a storm of consciousness born from Cheongi Jinjun’s resentment and obsession accumulated over hundreds of years.

Kukukukung!

With a majestic thunderous sound, the black tsunami surged violently as if to swallow the entire data galaxy whole.

But the digital sea constructed by Akasha remained calm.

Suuuuu-

The black tsunami that had swept with violent force to destroy everything it touched was blocked by a transparent barrier and helplessly decomposed.

Paat! Pabababbat!

The waves of consciousness wielded by Cheongi Jinjun were forcibly converted into minute particles of light and scattered into the void.

It was a high-dimensional deception that could never be discerned by the sixth sense possessed by ancient cultivators.

In a maze where one could not tell what was real and what was projected calculation, Cheongi Jinjun’s attacks were nothing but futile flailing.

Within the shackles of infinitely repeating calculations, all his struggles remained as meaningless afterimages, and the black-robed old man’s form gradually turned ashen gray like burnt remains.

[How… how can a human’s mental world be so boundlessly vast!]

Cheongi Jinjun screamed and exploded his mental power.

Powerful waves of consciousness shook the virtual universe as he desperately sought a breakthrough.

But it was useless.

The virtual world calculated by Akasha was literally infinite.

If he destroyed one, ten galaxies were newly born, and if he broke a hundred traps, a thousand black holes were generated to tear his consciousness to shreds.

It was the power of a superintelligence existing beyond causality that Cheongi Jinjun could not even imagine.

Before Akasha’s unimaginable calculation speed, Cheongi Jinjun’s will gradually lost its way and wore down.

One second, ten seconds, and thirty seconds…

Cheongi Jinjun’s consciousness, which had burned terrifyingly bright, gradually lost its light and the power of revival.

In terror akin to death, he realized.

That within this man’s mind he had tried to invade lay dormant the ‘Formation Techniques of the Merciless God’ containing the principles of all things.

All his methods were countered before they could even activate, and his consciousness bound by transcendent order was perfectly controlled.

It was an absolute tyranny of order that he had never imagined, something that could only exist at the moment of creation itself.

Three hundred years of waiting, that desperate longing was helplessly crumbling before merciless laws and order.

[No…! This cannot be! I… how many years have I endured…]

His scream scattered into empty bits.

The virtual universe before his eyes was so ruthless it allowed no miracles.

Akasha’s voice resonated through Guyang Cheongang’s brain.

[Doctor, I have sealed Cheongi Jinjun’s consciousness in the lowest level of virtual space, the ‘Abyss.’ No more mental threats exist.]

Kwang-!

A wall of severance descended and Cheongi Jinjun’s consciousness was eternally isolated.

His presence, imprisoned in the deepest and darkest prison of the virtual world, rapidly grew faint.

[Uaaaak! No!!]

The scream of a soul frustrated with freedom within reach spread in long echoes between the nebulae.

Guyang Cheongang slowly opened his eyes.

His complexion was pale and haggard, but his gaze alone was stable.

He looked down at the black tile in his hand.

The patterns that had writhed while emitting mysterious radiance were now flickering as dim light, and the rampaging energy was hard to trace.

Guyang Cheongang stood there and let out a long breath.

His entire body was soaked with cold sweat that had poured like rain, and his tensely strained legs trembled finely.

What had just occurred within him was not a simple fight.

It was a bloody battle where he had nearly lost the foundation of his very existence, literally a trip to death’s threshold.

‘Akasha…’

[Are you alright, Doctor?]

‘Thank you. Without you, the current me would not be me.’

[I merely performed my role. For bodily functions and mental stability, it would be good to rest for a while.]

Guyang Cheongang wore a lonely smile at the corner of his mouth.

Cheongi Jinjun. A legendary figure revered as one of the Ten Greatest Masters of All Time.

However, the long years of three hundred years had twisted even legends into ugliness.

He had tried to steal the body of a visitor to this place to escape, and the treasures were merely sweet and deadly bait thrown to lure victims.

Heavy silence descended upon the great hall.

Cheongi Gak fell into stillness once more, and the voice of Cheongi Jinjun that had roared in madness could no longer be heard.

After a moment, Guyang Cheongang’s gaze turned back to the display stand.

The Primordial Heaven Qi Scripture and the black silk pouch still remained upon it.

Were these also illusions to bewitch people, or were they real inheritance he had intended to use after successfully possessing a body?

Guyang Cheongang asked toward the void with coldly sunken eyes.

“Why did you do such a thing?”

In his coldly cooled voice was intense anger instead of respect for the legendary martial artist.

From the cracks of the ‘Abyss’ at the lowest level of the virtual world constructed by Akasha, where even light could not reach, a fractured voice flowed out.

[It was… to restore this old man’s true body…]

It was Cheongi Jinjun.

But his voice had none of its previous intimidating presence, filled only with desperate resentment and soul-tearing pain.

His consciousness, mangled by Akasha’s merciless logical calculations, was so faint it seemed ready to scatter at any moment, barely clinging to the edge of annihilation.

“Restore your true body, what does that mean?”

To Guyang Cheongang’s question, Cheongi Jinjun answered with labored breathing.

[Exactly as it sounds… this old man’s real body… is still alive and not dead.]

“Where is it?”

[North Sea… sleeping within that endless ice…]

Guyang Cheongang’s eyes flashed.

The extreme northern land of Gangho and a land of death where bone-chilling blizzards raged all year round.

The fact that Cheongi Jinjun had been sleeping there for three hundred years was truly shocking.

“Can you tell me what happened there three hundred years ago, why a master like you came to such a miserable state?”

Heavy silence flowed.

Cheongi Jinjun seemed to hesitate about digging up the painful past, but began to speak slowly as if confessing.

[Three hundred years ago… this old man was Gangho’s greatest master of mystical formation techniques.]

Pride seeped through his fading voice.

It was arrogance that even time could not break and absolute confidence in his own genius.

[Before this old man’s formations, any impregnable fortress was meaningless, and the mechanisms born from this old man’s hands shocked All Under Heaven. At that time, this old man… believed himself to be the greatest under heaven, but All Under Heaven did not acknowledge it.]

His tone recalling the past gradually darkened.

Guyang Cheongang’s gaze deepened.

“It must have been because of the Heavenly Martial Emperor.”

[That’s right. This elder also could not escape the misfortune of the geniuses born in the same era as him.]

“Hmm….”

[One day, while ruminating on my anger toward the Martial Emperor, this elder obtained an artifact from ancient times. It was a scale of Shinsu Hyeonmu, the very one you hold in your hand.]

Guyang Cheongang’s eyes turned toward the scale that had lost its light.

Cheongi Jinjun continued speaking.

[Not only was the location of Hyeonmu written on it, but his avatar body was sealed within it as well.]

The greed embedded in his voice remained razor-sharp even after three hundred years had passed.

[This elder thought: If I could subjugate Hyeonmu and obtain the divine beast’s power….]

Pausing his words momentarily, he added with a trembling tone like a boy dreaming.

[If only that were possible… I was convinced I could surpass even the name of the ‘Heavenly Martial Emperor,’ the being who became a living myth. I believed it was entirely possible with this elder’s wisdom.]

Guyang Cheongang’s expression grew heavy.

He realized that arrogance had blinded the great genius’s eyes, and delusion had clouded his judgment.

Cheongi Jinjun’s reminiscence continued.

[This elder headed to the North Sea. That place was a forbidden zone revered as sacred by the North Sea people.]

His voice, growing ever fainter, carried a taut tension.

[This elder arrogantly violated that place. I poured out the essence of mystical formation studies to deploy a great formation, and flawlessly arranged the true energy and formation plates to bind Hyeonmu. I thought I had completed perfect preparations to subjugate Hyeonmu. But….]

His voice trembled noticeably as he continued speaking.

A fundamental terror that even three hundred years could not weather seemed to revive like a sleeping nightmare.

[There was a being guarding that place. An existence more powerful than anyone this elder had faced in his entire lifetime. She drove this elder to the brink of death with just one… just one attack.]

It was an overwhelming destruction where even the word defeat would be a luxury.

Cheongi Jinjun’s pride was shattered to pieces in a single strike.

[This elder… fled.]

Deep shame permeated his voice as he continued.

[I barely escaped, but death’s shadow was already tightening around this elder’s throat. At that rate, it was only a matter of time before my breath would cease. After a desperate struggle, the place this elder reached was the sacred realm where Hyeonmu’s true body slumbered.]

That place was a land of extreme yin and cold where life could not exist.

In that place where bone-cutting glacial winds raged, he undertook his final gamble.

[This elder froze his own true body. By entering a state of suspended animation to stop all life activities and imprisoning myself within an ice prison, I postponed death. That was the only survival method this dying elder could choose.]

But that was another form of eternal hell.

Cheongi Jinjun had become an immortal prisoner trapped in cold ice, unable to die but also unable to awaken.

[This elder squeezed out the last remaining strength to separate a part of my consciousness. And I contained it within the ‘Hyeonmu’s scale’ imbued with the divine beast’s energy. I placed this elder’s thoughts within Hyeonmu’s avatar body in that scale and made it escape to the outside.]

It was the product of desperate obsession.

[The avatar body came here and established Cheongi Dongbu, and this elder waited for a ‘new vessel’ to come and awaken the true body someday. For a full three hundred years….]

Deep regret permeated his continuing voice.

[And that… failed miserably.]

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