Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 863

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Chapter 863
Five Elements true energy lingered in my hands.
It transformed into true force, gently grasping the wrist of Eon-gwon Gaju, who was wrapped in his own true force.
The Five Elements true force met the Dream Soul Ghost Spirit true force, and rather than colliding, it neutralized and dissipated in an instant.
The Dream Soul Ghost Spirit true force belonged to yin energy and carried spectral essence, but the Five Elements true force’s power of mutual generation and mutual restraint embraced and scattered it.
My hand gently gripped the opponent’s wrist, then lightly twisted it.
A light movement, yet it contained the crushing force of Mount Tai itself.
With a crack, the wrist twisted, and the paper he held fell from his grasp in an instant.
At the same time, my other hand advanced like a cloud.
It was the first form of Taeching Mountain Water, the supreme technique of the Mudang Faction.
That palm quietly approached Eon-gwon Gaju’s solar plexus and pressed down with the crushing force of Mount Tai.
Crack!
The sound of a great sea splitting apart rang out.
Because Eon-gwon Gaju’s wrist was held by me, his body could not rebound backward and had to receive the full force.
As a result.
His solar plexus bore a handprint, and cracks spread across his body in various places.
It looked less like a human body and more like a shattered object.
Only then did I release his wrist and step back.
Eon-gwon Gaju looked down at his own solar plexus with a weary face and laughed bitterly.
“Hahaha. I already thought I wouldn’t be your match… but I didn’t expect the difference to be this great.”
“In terms of inner force and physical prowess, you surpassed me, but… perhaps it comes down to the difference between life-and-death blood battles.”
“Life-and-death blood battles… Indeed. I never grew up going through such trials… so there’s bound to be a difference in practical experience.”
Thud. Thud thud.
Fragments of his chest fell away.
Black smoke flowed from within.
“I won’t apologize. I believed I had to do this for my bloodline’s survival. But… if you manage to survive to the very end… please don’t seek revenge against the surviving children of the main family. Children are just children, after all.”
“You’re selfish to the very end.”
“Hahaha! Didn’t you know? We researchers are inherently selfish people.”
Crash.
His body shattered and scattered.
The smoke that flowed from his body surged toward the sky.
The torchlight grew brighter, and the space returned to normal.
“Brother!”
“Hyeong!”
The voices of my sworn siblings rang out.
I looked at Eon-gwon Gaju’s remains, now reduced to ashes, with a bitter feeling.
Screech screech screech screech!
Crash crash crash!
Whirrrrr!
As my sworn siblings came rushing over.
The torch grew even more colossal.
And at that very moment, the surrounding mechanisms began to activate.
They were something beyond human comprehension, pulsing like a living heart with each beat.
And that urn at the far end.
The enlarged torch flew toward it and settled within.
‘Oh, a transformation? But why should I wait for that?’
I immediately infused my inner energy into both palms.
In an instant, the energy materialized into force and was released.
Explosive Resin Barrage!
The force scattered through the air like machine gun fire.
Hundreds of energy bullets, each carrying explosive properties, erupted in the blink of an eye.
An attack meant to eliminate both the urn and that massive flame!
Boom!
A terrifying explosion erupted as the force expanded and detonated.
Yet both the urn and the flame remained unscathed.
The surrounding mechanisms showed no damage whatsoever.
‘Tsk. As expected… this won’t be easy.’
The moment I thought that.
Energy surged from both my left and right in that fleeting gap.
The Mudang Faction’s supreme technique, Ten-Stage Gold Seal!
The Golden King’s supreme technique, Golden Divine Force, Golden Resonance Wave!
Waves of force collided once more.
Creating a massive explosion.
Boom!
Whoosh.
Yet again, it had no effect.
“So that’s some kind of sorcery… Impressive. Sorcery even blocks force.”
Sama Hyeon expressed his honest admiration.
And a voice responded from within the urn.
“Sorcery and martial arts, yin and yang, even soul and spirit—all are ultimately composed of qi. Since qi exists at the very source of all creation, it is only natural that your force cannot interfere with the flow of this ritual.”
Black vapor poured from the urn.
It rose upward, spreading across the ceiling like clouds, and cracks appeared across the entire urn before it shattered into pieces.
Crash!
Inside the broken urn.
A man stood in that space.
His clothes were entirely black.
His face bore a ruddy complexion that seemed excessively healthy, yet simultaneously all wrinkles had vanished, his skin was smooth, and he appeared more handsome than before.
“Are you Eon Jeong-mu…?”
“I am and I am not.”
Eon Jeong-mu answered simply.
His eyes were serene, yet vertigo overflowed from them.
The traces of that petty, boastful man who once loved to flaunt his mediocre nature no longer existed at all.
‘Could he truly be the same person?’
As if reading my doubt, he answered.
“The Eon Jeong-mu you remember is dead. Yet that memory and sense of self have survived, intermingled with the knowledge and memories of this ruin. So then, is Eon Jeong-mu alive? Or dead? Ilgwang. What do you think?”
I took a moment before answering.
“Everyone changes. Even if that change comes suddenly. He is not dead.”
Even if Eon Jeong-mu’s sense of self and memories have become entangled with something else, transforming him from what he once was.
He would still be Eon Jeong-mu.
That is what I was saying.
“I see. I thought you would say something like that.”
With those words, Eon Jeong-mu—his face expressionless, his eyes filled with vertigo—shed tears.
In that bizarre moment, as if water suddenly gushed from a faucet, Eon Jeong-mu spoke again.
“Eon Jeong-mu thinks the same. Therefore, Eon Jeong-mu is still alive, and curses himself as payment for his own actions—for slaying every soul who dwelled in the family residence.”
“….”
“These tears are Eon Jeong-mu’s sorrow and wailing. Is it not laughable? The regret of a fool is truly pathetic.”
A grotesque sight.
On the surface, he wept alone while objectifying himself and offering criticism.
I gazed at him quietly.
Eon Jeong-mu continued.
“It was so little. Eon Jeong-mu merely wanted to defeat you, Ilgwang Jin Cheon-hee, to be acknowledged. I simply wished to grow a bit stronger, to be called one of the ten greatest masters under heaven.”
“….”
“To surpass the Kang Si-gong with his corpse-like pallor, his wandering soul and vengeful spirit. Simply. Just. To be revered a little more. No one ever taught me the price I would have to pay for this.”
His voice was flat.
Devoid of emotion, utterly bland.
Yet the content was extraordinary.
“Therefore, Eon Jeong-mu despairs. And curses you, Jin Cheon-hee. Had you not come to the Dragon Phoenix Gathering, had I not fallen victim to the Hyeolseonggyo’s sorcery then. But all of that is futile now—merely self-pity born from the inadequate self-awareness of a failure. Eon Jeong-mu knows this well now.”
He mocked himself sharply, thinking: ‘In the end, it is karma. Self-inflicted ruin. When one possesses a filthy heart and a foolish mind, this is what becomes of them.’
“Therefore, Eon Jeong-mu is prepared. I have resolved to become a great villain worthy of leaving a name in this world. Jin Cheon-hee. I will kill you, the seed of Banson, and seize the ‘unknown’ power you possess. With that power as my foundation, I will make the Eon clan great and ensure that no one under heaven dares to look down upon them—only to revere them.”
“You speak as if you were someone else, don’t you? Aren’t you yourself?”
And then Sama Hyeon interjected.
“Eon Jeong-mu is indeed Eon Jeong-mu. It is unavoidable that I refer to myself as another. Eon Jeong-mu is no longer the Eon Jeong-mu of the past. This ruin is Eon Jeong-mu, and Eon Jeong-mu has become the ruin.”
I thought to myself.
His sense of self had been shattered through deep contact with the ruin.
Forcing knowledge into someone’s mind could work both ways—brainwashing was equally possible.
Ever since our Golden King toppled the Eight Great Families, had his movements not become more free?
Of course, there was no evidence.
But wasn’t it strange that corrupt officials, without torture, simply vomited up their wealth and apologized of their own accord?
The moment the balance of the Eight Great Families shattered, after Ga Wan of the Geum clan turned to the pro-Emperor faction, the chessboard of the imperial palace had become the Emperor’s.
It was a terrible thing.
The Imperial Eight Families had faced down the abilities of emperors, princes, and princesses across generations.
Their history was one and the same as the empire’s.
If such beings were staggering, then an ability that touched memories was truly absurd beyond reason.
I understood well how terrifying it was to tamper with a person’s memories.
That the fragile spirit of Eon Jeong-mu could not withstand it was certain.
Moreover, since he had become the core of this ruin, he would have been affected all the more.
Dong dong dong!
A bell tolled. It was a resonant sound that echoed through the very bones.
Had the three of them not already drawn up their inner energy beforehand, they would have coughed blood at the Seventh Gate.
“Now comes the end. Jin Cheon-hee. Die by Eon Jeong-mu’s hand here and become a sacrifice for his atonement.”
Eon Jeong-mu’s entire body began to blaze with qi.
Yet that color gradually shifted to a dark blue-black, until his entire form became invisible.
Eon Jeong-mu had become like a spirit composed of dark blue-black flame.
His two legs remained rigid and straight like a corpse’s, and he slowly lifted from the ground, floating through the air.
I could not help but open my eyes wide at the sight.
Because this form had been mentioned in the Jicheon Cheonma before.
In the novel’s final chapters.
When one of the Three Elites who had reached true Hyeongyeong clashed with Yeo Ha-ryun, he had entered a similar state.
Qi Body Transformation!
The flesh transforms into the pure form of qi.
It is one of the transcendent martial arts, and in such a state, nothing can harm except qi itself.
Even with qi, it is difficult to inflict proper damage.
The realm of Hyeongyeong is not called Half-Immortal for nothing.
Different from the Anti-Immortal that the Hyeolseonggyo uses when referring to me!
One means half divine immortal, while the other means one who overturns immortals or the immortal realm.
Cheonwoo spoke calmly as he prepared his stance.
“It seems this won’t be one-on-one.”
A posture like Mount Tai itself.
Behind him, the afterimage of Gwon Je seemed to linger.
A Mudang.
With just one step, merely stepping forward to assume a stance, oppressive force came crashing down.
Sama Hyeon also spoke.
“Wow, listening to all that chatter, I can tell what martial arts you learned from the Sichuan Tang Family. In a moment, you’ll be firing a Black Flame Dragon from your left hand too~”
Eon Jeong-mu looked down coldly at Sama Hyeon.
Regardless, Sama Hyeon whistled.
I thought to myself.
‘It looks like mindless provocation… but that’s Hyeon testing how much of Eon Jeong-mu remains.’
If even a shred of his shallow personality from before remained, they intended to use that to shake him.
‘Truly a heterodox approach. Cheonwoo and Hyeon are fundamentally different in character.’
Then what of me?
I drew the Bing Jeong Sword, turning my gaze inward to examine myself.
A soft metallic whisper—
My blue eyes blazed like a comet.
It meant I had begun operating the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong at its absolute peak.
“Everyone, be careful! That’s a Kanggi Divine Transformation! Only those who have achieved mastery in Hyeongyeong can perform it! Give everything you have!”
The glacial essence of the Bing Jeong Sword merged with the kanggi, radiating outward in waves.
A lethal sword force that would freeze, shatter, and obliterate anything it merely grazed with the power of absolute zero!
From that state, Eon Jeong-mu launched the first attack.
Floating in the air like a corpse, his two hands flipped over, bent briefly, then extended.
Though the movement seemed simple, the tension of kanggi rippled from his palms like waves!
A tremendous roar erupted—!!
“This is insane!”
Kanggi surged outward in a radial pattern.
It was a tidal wave incarnate.
Anything touching it would be crushed to pulp.
Even if we could respond with kanggi, wouldn’t we need at least a comparable scale?
With such an overwhelming volume of kanggi, the moment it collided, it would instantly consume our kanggi and pulverize our bodies!
Death flashed across the three faces in an instant.
‘I have to block it.’

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