I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 238

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Chapter 238. Wudang Sect
Click.
I closed the door behind me and gazed up at the sky. Staring at the black night adorned with beautiful stars, I suppressed the torrent of emotions coursing through my entire being.
“That’s enough.”
Three days. A span both long and short, yet in that time I had reunited with family after decades—no, after an immeasurable stretch of years that I myself could scarcely count.
We had played without restraint, even summoning my Younger Sibling, who was recovering their strength in the Demon Realm.
“Now it’s time to bring this to a close.”
Everyone else would gaze upon that beautiful night sky with wonder, but for me, such beauty held no place.
Creak—crack—rumble—bang—screech—crunch.
A broken machine groaned ever louder, announcing the consumption of its remaining lifespan. If I were being precise, I could still endure for several hundred more years, but as time progressed, greater power and increasingly complex processes would be required.
I opened my palms and drew forth two distinct forces into each hand.
A colorless infinite power and an ominous crimson-black aura.
My status window, now that all inheritances were complete, had become remarkably simple.
〚Status Window
Name: Shin Ju-ha
Class: Master of Beginning and End [Immeasurable]
Stats
Chaos: ?
Concepts
[Creation][Apocalypse]〛
All unnecessary elements—titles, traits, authorities, skills—had vanished entirely. It could not be otherwise. With the power of Creation, I could manifest anything and wield it whenever I wished.
The status window itself could no longer judge or measure me. How could any creation ever measure its creator and comprehend the results?
I had transcended far beyond the point where my power could be quantified in the form of statistics.
Thus, only the source of power could be measured. Even that was possible only because I had deliberately lowered my rank and suppressed my strength to prevent the 1st Dimension’s collapse and accelerated destruction.
Creation and Apocalypse.
Two forces symbolizing beginning and end. If I so desired, I could erase this entire universe at this very moment and create anew.
‘Though it would be infinitely smaller and more trivial than the current one.’
The present universe is a masterwork created by the previous Creator Divine Being. A masterwork containing everything of the Primordial Entity itself—creating an equal now would be impossible.
Yet given time, I could surpass it without limit.
Of course, I harbored no such intention. I turned back to glimpse my family sleeping within the house, then immediately swept my hand downward from above.
Screeeech!
Space tore open, revealing a new stage before my eyes.
Celestial Martial World.
The final piece to restore this world slumbered here. I leaped across the spatial rift.
And before me stood the Main Gate of Wudang Sect, shattered and charred, reduced to nothing but a skeletal frame.
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Wudang Sect. One of the great sects that once supported the Celestial Martial World before its destruction eons ago, when it was dimensionally integrated into the Abyss.
〚It was a force so formidable it earned the title “Pillar of Mount Tai and the Northern Star.” Alongside Shaolin, it stood at the very pinnacle of martial sects in terms of influence and power.〛
“Yet it fell. Miserably.”
〚Yes, the catalyst for its decline was the death of Jang Sam-bong.〛
Jang Sam-bong—my master who had bestowed upon me the power of the Tai Chi at the River of Flowing Stars, and the sect leader of Wudang.
“How did he die?”
Akasha, reborn through my power and granted far greater freedom than before, answered my question immediately.
〚Jang Sam-bong was called the greatest martial artist under heaven, and possessed such talent and strength that calling him the greatest of all ages would be no exaggeration. Because of this…〛
“He became a target of envy and jealousy. Predictable.”
I could already see where this was heading.
Those who stand too high inevitably attract those who would undermine them. Yet Wudang, one of the Celestial Martial World’s mightiest sects, stood firmly behind Jang Sam-bong, making it impossible for lesser rivals to move against him alone.
“If he was the greatest martial artist under heaven, he wouldn’t fall to mere coordinated attacks from other warriors. That leaves only one possibility.”
Divine Beings. The Celestial Martial World occupied the fringes of the Upper Realm, a stage now integrated into the Abyss Realm with power and status to match.
To kill the greatest martial artist of all ages in such a world, at minimum, Divine Beings would need to be involved.
〚Indeed. The Immortal Realm allied with Shaolin and Huashan to kill Jang Sam-bong and destroy Wudang. And now, after all this time, there are only three beings in the martial world who could claim to be Wudang’s successor.〛
“One of them is me.”
I am the only one who could be called the sect leader.
The Immortal Realm, Shaolin, and Huashan would have thoroughly eradicated everything else, or absorbed their disciples and rewritten history.
So who are the other two?
〚Distant descendants of the sect leader’s heir, who happened to be away from the family during the sect’s destruction and survived. Twin siblings who uniquely inherited the Tai Chi Divine Art and other Wudang techniques like the Tai Chi Sword and Tai Chi Fist.〛
In truth, my current objective is not to rebuild Wudang. What I need is to understand the connection between the Tai Chi and circulation that Wudang possesses, and use that as a thread to perfectly repair the universe.
Didn’t my master Jang Sam-bong teach me that the Tai Chi is a power rooted in harmony and circulation?
The only reason I concern myself with them is this: my master Jang Sam-bong, shaped by the System, forcibly twisted the laws to pass the Tai Chi to me while asking one thing—that I look after Wudang.
Of course, all he likely wanted was for me to clean up Wudang’s remnants.
‘If I’m going to understand circulation, I’ll need to learn and verify martial arts that use the Tai Chi anyway.’
It seems fitting to revive Wudang while I’m at it. Since my master is Jang Sam-bong, this is my sect as well.
I cannot allow my own sect to be destroyed and fall into ruin like this.
“But the Immortal Realm? If I recall correctly…”
I believed it had collapsed so thoroughly that recovery was impossible, though perhaps not quite as devastated as Wudang.
If the Demon Realm and Olympus were major Divine Realms with considerable renown in the Abyss Realm, then the Immortal Realm was a minor Divine Realm existing at the fringes of the Abyss.
Let me correct myself. The Immortal Realm was a great Divine Realm rivaling Olympus in renown, sheltered under the Concept Divine Seat Tathagata, positioned deep within the Abyss Realm and accumulating immense mythology and authority.
They employed immortal martial artists and celestial beings who had attained supreme enlightenment from countless martial worlds and martial artists, and under the leadership of the Jade Emperor, they built military might rivaling even the Demon Realm.
That was their golden age.
The only problem was their arrogance—they became intoxicated by their own power and authority.
Ultimately, they overestimated their strength and committed something utterly absurd.
〚The Immortal Realm annihilated the demons who had sworn brotherhood with Sun Wukong. Through ambush and trap. In a single instant.〛
Sun Wukong. The Great Sage Equal to Heaven. The strongest irregular from beyond. A monster whose very existence defies reason.
The Immortal Realm, which designated demons as targets worthy of extermination, viewed Sun Wukong the same way. To capture him, they decided to eliminate those close to him first.
“Insane. How dare they.”
I stroked my chin as I listened to Akasha’s account, then voiced the curiosity that wouldn’t leave my mind.
“Who would win if we fought?”
I stand at the absolute apex. I govern the beginning and the end, command the cycle of all processes, and have become the administrator of every law.
Yet doubt lingers. That being once called the strongest in existence—compared to me now, who would truly be stronger?
Surprisingly, Akasha never revealed the answer to that question.
-Obviously I’m stronger!
I felt nothing. I perceived nothing. Not until that monkey seized me from behind did I even notice his arrival.
As I slightly furrowed my brow, the monkey hastily retreated and laughed with a snicker.
-Just kidding! Obviously I’m weaker. Even if my main body collected all my clones and fought at full power, I’d lose.
“Which clone are you?”
To my question, Sun Wukong’s clone flew closer and laughed, extending a single finger.
The first. The strongest clone aside from the main body. In other words, the clone granted the most of the main body’s power.
So overwhelmingly powerful that it had to be forcibly isolated in the 2nd Dimension, yet refusing that fate, it scattered its own power across all dimensions including the Abyss—Sun Wukong’s greatest chess piece.
-Aha! You were startled when I suddenly appeared! Understandable. But this isn’t because you’re weak at all! It’s simply that this is made from the essence of a different universe, not this one, so you just haven’t adapted to it yet.
Sun Wukong pointed to the being supporting him and explained thus.
The Cloud of Somersault. A living being and equipment that came from another universe to this one, alongside the Divine Stone of Flower Fruit Mountain where Sun Wukong was born, and the Staff of Infinite Gravity boasting incomprehensible weight.
A weapon capable of traversing this overwhelmingly vast Abyss in a single day, and reducing an entire stage to ash with a single lightning strike.
As my eyes, now returned to heterochromia upon gaining the beginning and end, gazed upon the Cloud of Somersault, it trembled and diminished its presence.
Simultaneously, I too became aware of it. Then I could understand with certainty.
“Indeed, this itself is another universe entire.”
-Right, compared to this universe it’s nothing but a speck of dust—a tiny universe. But it is a universe nonetheless. This being is the amalgamation of everything from that universe—my companion, the Cloud of Somersault.
“I see. The Cloud of Somersault, the Staff of Infinite Gravity, and you as well—did you all reach here the same way?”
-Yep, like the final legacy of a dying universe. We drifted about and crash-landed in this massive universe, then settled here.
I grasped this new revelation and steered the conversation back from its considerable digression.
“So I’m stronger than you—fine. But why are you here?”
-Because I knew you’d come here.
“The Fiery Eyes and Golden Vision had its limits before entering the Bottomless Pit.”
-Right. Even the main body was flustered when the eyes were given and then suddenly blocked. His face was hilarious!
“Get to the point.”
-Well, just sightseeing?
“Stop joking.”
-Well… among other things.
Before those words even finished, dozens of Clouds of Somersault descended from the sky above and halted before me.
-I thought I’d get a little help from you in severing the Immortal Realm’s last lifeline?
“The Immortal Realm made contact with the Celestial Martial World again?”
-Right, to find the last successor of the Wudang Sect and completely consume the power of the Tai Chi they possess.
“Huashan and Shaolin coveted their vast influence within the Celestial Martial World. The Immortal Realm lusted after the supreme martial arts held by Wudang?”
-Exactly. But it was only a half-success. Those Wudang bastards are stubborn lunatics. When caught, they reverse the Tai Chi’s power and self-destruct. Even the Immortal Realm panicked. No matter how divine, there’s no answer when the strongest of the Upper Realm’s apex do that. Especially since their divine power was already severely depleted from fighting me.
Then they would surely seek out the remaining two successors.
“Help if you’re going to help. I’m not in a position to use my power freely either.”
If I fully unleashed my power, the entire Celestial Martial World would be obliterated. Moreover, with the massive descent of Irregulars from the 1st Dimension, the world would rapidly deteriorate.
“I need to finish this quickly and wrap things up. If you’re offering to lend a hand, I won’t refuse.”
With that, Sun Wukong’s group and I turned our steps toward the two Successors.

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