Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 594

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Chapter 594
The mere aura emanating from the Leader caused Cheonbing Mountain to tremble.
The Elders of the North Sea Ice Palace also raised their energy as they spoke.
“Is this power that transcends reason itself!”
“Such a being existed outside the Three Elites.”
“No, perhaps they have already surpassed the Three Elites….”
“Then why have they not ascended to immortality?”
A power that denies existence, denies causality, denies morality—a force driven by nothing but desire—advanced ferociously, shattering the formation of Cheonbing Mountain.
Gongseon Yeong muttered.
“Why the Tong Cheon Sect Leader and not the Hyeolseon Sect Leader?”
[After all, the Blood Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers was derived from the Golden Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers of the Investiture of the Gods, Sister.]
While everyone gasped in shock, only I remained composed.
Therefore, it was inevitable that the being who leads the Golden Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers would appear—the master of the Golden Immortal Path and the Leader of the Absolute Sect, a branch of Daoism.
‘The Golden Immortal Path is originally a legendary place, not a religion itself. Just as the Shamanic School is not the Shamanic Religion, but merely venerates Daoism in the same way. That is why they bear such a title.’
The Master of the Golden Immortal Path, an absolute being standing above the Golden Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers.
The Tong Cheon Sect Leader.
Directly connected to Hyeolseon, one who has reached Hyeongyeong beyond the Three Elites!
Of course, only the Hyeolseon Sect would know this fact.
I knew this because I had witnessed the Jicheon Cheonma.
The Hyeolseon Sect Leader was a figure shrouded in mystery until the moment of death at Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands in the Jicheon Cheonma, and was difficult to pin down even within the original novel.
At least the Cheonma, Leader of the Demonic Sect, had clear pursuits.
She desired the Demonic Sect to become fiercer, stronger, and more cunning so that it could unify the world.
Now she prepares for ascension at the pinnacle of enlightenment, but when directly conducting the duties of Leader, she thoroughly desired a world shrouded in darkness.
However, this Hyeolseon Sect Leader’s true purpose remained difficult to discern until the very end.
And.
‘Why does this voice sound so strangely familiar?’
I cannot explain the reason.
I ‘know’ this voice.
Yet no matter how I circulate the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, I cannot recall who this voice belongs to.
Therefore, I simply aimed for the Hyeolseon Sect Leader’s mask.
The Elders cried out in alarm.
“You are one without permission. How could you possibly enter within the formation!”
“Haha, indeed. Normally, the formation of the Protective Sect would make it impossible for Hyeolseon to invade this place. However, did the Gungju not bestow the grace of Hyeolseon upon the sacred ground of the Protective Sect with his own hands?”
“What?!”
The Leader pointed toward the corpse of the Gungju.
Blood spread across the white snow like ink from a brush.
The neck of the corpse was deeply gouged with bite marks, exposing bone.
“A son murdering his father—a crime against heaven! What could be more befitting of our sect’s rituals? Hahaha! Thanks to this, Hyeolseon bestowed its grace, allowing us to ignore part of the Protective Sect’s barrier and enter.”
“Noooooo–!!”
“As one grows older, one must eat well. Otherwise, people become sharp like that. What say you? If you join our sect, we shall provide you with abundant fresh meat.”
For a sect leader, his manner of speech was oddly casual.
Though he was a false sect leader like the Demonic Cult and Cheonma, he possessed none of their restrained dignity.
In a way, he resembled a modern-day salesman.
The Hyeolseon Gyoju spoke with a light, flippant tone.
Yet his demeanor struck the elderly elders as provocation, and all five erupted in great fury.
In a sense, it was only natural.
The sacred ground was a space they had protected their entire lives—and Hyeolseon had defiled it!
The five elders released their inner energy.
No matter that the Hyeolseon Sect Leader was a hidden master who had reached Hyeongyeong, even they could temporarily enter that state within the sacred ground.
Frigid energy surged upward.
The sacred ground’s cold attacked only one target.
Snow rose like a whirlwind.
‘This… is practically a natural disaster?’
The martial arts displayed by the five elders was something I could not comprehend, defying all logic.
A white, freezing cold poured down so intensely that I could not see even an inch ahead.
Whiteout.
In that pure white world, I witnessed it.
Beneath his mask, the Hyeolseon Sect Leader’s lips curved into a leisurely smile.
“My, my… people who don’t listen to a word, aren’t they?”
In that moment, the leader extended his hand.
Then.
The blood pooling beneath the Young Lord’s corpse was drawn into his body.
It transformed into energy in an instant, wavering.
“I shall show you the blessing of Hyeolseon.”
The leader, with his extended hand’s fingers gathered, performed a half-palm strike.
And then the cold created by the elders began to be absorbed entirely into his sleeve?
That fierce cold, the snow that obscured vision, was sucked into his sleeve, and then he spat out a sword forged of ice.
“…What is this…!”
“Is that truly martial arts?”
In that instant, the ice sword slashed straight through the astounded elders.
Slash!
I did not see his stance before the technique, nor the moment he drew it.
His figure simply shifted slightly, leaving no afterimage.
Yet the elders’ bodies were split diagonally and collapsed.
“It is martial arts, after all. But it simply lacks a certain… rationality.”
“Gahhk! You… you wretch!”
All five elders perished on the spot.
When the five who were supposedly Hyeongyeong-grade died so miserably, everyone’s bodies froze.
“I was planning to slaughter you anyway, so thank you for saving me the trouble. Everyone. Isn’t this wonderful? Hahahaha!”
“You damned bastard!”
Gongseon Yeong cried out.
I held her back.
[Sister, calm down!]
My chest burned with rage. The source of all this suffering stood right before me.
If I let emotion overtake me here, annihilation would be all that awaited.
That voice carried a strange familiarity, almost nostalgic, yet I still couldn’t remember whose it was.
“The power of the Guardians… quite remarkable, isn’t it? Hahaha! Yet with the holy ground defiled and five Guardians fallen, that power can no longer influence the human realm. The turbulence of heaven and earth accelerates. Surely this is cause for celebration? Hahaha!”
“…”
I felt his gaze upon me from behind the mask.
“For that, I must thank you—thanks to Banson’s seed within you.”
He clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to me.
Judging by his appearance alone, his manners were impeccable—he looked like some scholar from a distant place.
“Now then, Cho Cheon-gun? Geumgwang Seongmo? Together with the Yongrin People, see to the rest. Ah, yes. That seed of Banson must be captured alive. Hyeolseon desires it so…”
At those words, I forced my throat open and squeezed out my voice.
“Tong Cheon Sect Leader. Why does Hyeolseon want me? And what is this power of the Guardians?”
“How admirable, attempting to buy time. Hahaha. Well, I suppose such theatrics are entertaining.”
The man walked forward slowly, hands clasped behind his back.
“The Guardians are those who protect this human realm. Bound by causality, they cannot exert proper influence in the present world… yet they are among those who allow the heavenly mandate to flow correctly. Hmm, Hyeolseon does not favor them.”
“…”
Instead of answering, I removed my thick winter cloak and threw it far away.
Beneath it was the physician’s garb I usually wore.
Cold as it was, removing it was the wisest choice when facing such an opponent.
The moment my movements became sluggish, death would come.
The Hyeolseon Gyoju chuckled at the sight and continued speaking.
“Well, thanks to our efforts, the Guardians will no longer influence the human realm. Shall we blame the Northern Palace Lord’s foolishness? Hahaha, this is why I cannot abandon human observation. Indeed, watching humans is the greatest entertainment.”
It was strange.
Like something inhuman performing the role of a human—an uncanny dissonance.
He spoke as though he himself were not human.
With each step he took, crimson footprints marked the snow.
“Why does Hyeolseon want me?”
“That is obvious—because you are Banson’s seed. One whose fate is not predetermined. Therefore, your every action scatters the heavenly mandate. You already know this, do you not?”
Step, step—
He circled around me like a shark.
I pressed further.
“I’m curious about the true nature of it. If you simply left me alone, the heavenly mandate would scatter on its own. So why go to the trouble of abducting me?”
“Ah! That is because the heavenly mandate you disturb might flow in directions we do not desire. You destroy fixed futures and summon uncertain tomorrows. But will that flow be in the direction we wish?”
“It could be?”
I deliberately played along, buying time.
I needed to give Yeo Ha-ryun even a moment longer to recover his inner strength.
“Precisely. Since nothing is predetermined, it could be beneficial or harmful. Is that not the problem?”
He speaks in jest.
This voice—it feels familiar, as I expected.
Within a strange longing whose source I cannot identify, I, Jin Cheon-hee, asked in return.
“I see. Not merely the destruction of the heavenly mechanism, but a stratagem that looks beyond—to what comes after. For that purpose….”
In that instant, the Tong Cheon Sect Leader’s hand stretched toward me.
“Haha, then come to our sect. Seed of Banson.”
The Hyeolseon Gyoju’s hand fills my vision.
I know what happens if that hand grasps me.
My eyes blazed with intensity.
Blue flames.
‘My martial arts fall short of even half the power of the Five Elders. Then!’
Transcendent Shimmoo—Life and Death Wisdom.
I fracture time, fracture it, fracture it again.
Even seconds are honed to their limit, stretched into eternity by my heightened perception.
Within this expanded world, I engage in a numbers game. Yet I have almost no information about my opponent.
The Hyeolseon Gyoju knows me, but I do not know him.
‘An unfair world indeed.’
Still, the Hyeolseon Gyoju’s hand moves with such speed that I cannot be certain of evading it. Yet I do not miss his gait, his movements, even his smallest habits.
I released the Hyeongyeong Extreme Poison sealed within my arm.
The supreme toxin that has reached Hyeongyeong flies directly toward the Tong Cheon Sect Leader.
This alone is insufficient, so I mix in Tanjicheon Penetration and release it.
The poison from my left arm and Tanjicheon Penetration fly simultaneously, barely grazing the Tong Cheon Sect Leader’s arm.
That alone was enough.
In that moment, Yeo Ha-ryun immediately launches a strike to protect his brother.
Shimmoo Absolute Technique—True Breaking Heaven Palm.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s strike unleashes devastating destructive force.
But….
Within the world of Transcendent Shimmoo, time suddenly appears to slow, as if it were coming to a halt.
Within that space, the Hyeolseon Gyoju makes his move.
Even with Transcendent Shimmoo, it is difficult to perceive how he moved, but in the gap between time and time.
I see a crimson line.
And just now.
One life has been severed.
“Ha-ryuuuuun!”

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