I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 239

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Chapter 239. True Successors of Taoism
The Celestial Martial World. Even this vast, boundless stage of immense power harbored shadows within its brilliance.
Where light exists, darkness inevitably follows. That darkness could be any warrior within the Celestial Martial World, or perhaps some region that existed within the stage itself.
And the sole darkness currently existing in the Celestial Martial World—it was formed by the merger of the two darkest and most malevolent shadows that had ever plagued it.
Blood Evil Thousand Mountains.
Once called the public enemy of Murim, the remnants of the Blood Sect that all sects—including the Nine Righteous Schools—had united their strength to erase from the Celestial Martial World.
Combined with the Demonic Realm called Evil Mountain, which had existed since before the world’s destruction, it became an impenetrable forbidden zone.
The mountain’s epithet of “Thousand Mountains” proved no exaggeration—a treacherous expanse composed of countless peaks, each worthy of being called Mount Tai itself.
And with it continuously proliferating, it could only be called a perpetual headache.
Thus, they performed a sacred ritual called Forbidden Purification once every ten years.
It merely maintained the status quo, yet it had held for centuries, so vigilance regarding the zone’s danger had dulled considerably.
Perhaps that was why. Or rather, there was simply no other choice available.
To survive. Two siblings—merely eleven and nine years old—left the brutally murdered corpses of their parents behind and grasped each other’s hands as they ventured into this place.
Surrounded on all sides. Wherever they went, they were marked for death.
So they had no choice but to decide: either surrender meekly to their pursuers, endure torture and agony, spill everything they possessed, and die miserably—or gamble with their very lives.
Needless to say, the probability of success was less than 0.1%.
Even those who approached divine strength avoided entering this forbidden zone, yet here these children were, stepping in with nothing but their bodies.
Of course, compared to their peers, the siblings could not be called weak.
They possessed several divine artifacts and supreme martial techniques passed down from ancestors who had learned from a great sect now completely lost to history.
Even if their parents had clung to their pursuers until the very end, the fact that two children of merely eleven years had managed to flee all the way to this forbidden zone spoke volumes of their exceptional nature.
But that was the extent of it. The forbidden zone was not something that could be overcome by mere exceptionality.
Not even at its entrance.
-Grrrrr!
-Ssssshhh!
-Shrieeeek!
All manner of demonic beasts and spectral creatures approached, drooling at the sight of fresh prey they hadn’t seen in ages.
“S-Sister!”
Though a brilliant sun hung in the sky, no light could properly penetrate and illuminate this Blood Evil Thousand Mountains—making the two fragile lives nothing more than the lowest rung of the food chain.
Beings that could barely endure even a single hour.
“It’s… it’s alright. Sun-woo.”
Perhaps it was because she was the elder, born two years prior? Despite her legs trembling with fear, her teeth chattering, and cold sweat pouring down, the older sister gripped her divine long sword and glared at the approaching enemies.
“Get a hold of yourself and prepare. Don’t break!”
“Y-Yes!”
They tried to overcome their fear with determination, but—
——!
The overwhelming aura of a supreme master reverberated through the forest, and in an instant, both children lost their will to fight, dropping their weapons and collapsing where they stood.
Watching the demonic beasts that had approached to devour them scatter and flee in panic only doubled their terror.
Death. Since the moment of their birth, they had been hunted and fleeing every day, every month, every year—so they had imagined this moment might come.
But they never expected their death would be brought by something other than human—a terrifyingly massive bear.
Unable to scream or cry out, the two children froze in fear like helpless prey. Blood Dark Bear, one of the rulers of the eastern region’s entrance to Blood Evil Thousand Mountains, licked his lips in anticipation.
A small human. An outside meal I haven’t tasted in ages. The portion is meager, but a delicacy nonetheless.
Thoughts flowed in sequence as the ruler’s body moved. The mutated bear—half its flesh composed of blood, the other half of darkness—opened its maw wide, attempting to devour in a single bite the prey desperately shielding something even smaller.
“P-please! Save me!”
The girl screamed with every ounce of strength she possessed, her eyes squeezed shut as she accepted her death.
‘Mom, Dad, I’m sorry. I promised to protect my younger sibling to the end.’
She prepared for her final moment.
Crack!
A bone-chilling sound echoed, yet she felt no pain, no sensation whatsoever.
“Eek!”
The girl, who had been trembling with her eyes clenched shut, only managed to open them after hearing her younger sibling’s cry from behind her.
As she slowly raised her head and took in her surroundings,
-Peekaboo!
The moment the entity appeared before her eyes, her consciousness began to fade.
“Are you joking around in a situation like that?”
With a cold yet warm voice chiding the playful entity, she finally closed her eyes.
***
I caught the girl who had fainted from Sun Wukong’s prank with my magic power and clicked my tongue in disapproval.
-Why! It was fun! Right, little one?
“Hiccup!”
“You scared the child. Hurry and clean up the rest of the trash, then come back. I’ll watch over the children.”
After he pouted at my command but didn’t resist, I sent his clones scattering to deal with the surrounding demons.
“Are you Jang Sun-woo?”
I infused magic into the child whose reason was still paralyzed by fear and posed the question.
“Y-yes!”
“Well, Akasha’s information wouldn’t be wrong, so you must be one of the two successors of Wudang. But this place is clearly a death trap—why did you come here?”
The answer to my question came not from the still-dazed child, but from Akasha.
〚It appears they were ambushed by a pursuit squad created to find the Wudang successor and steal the power of the Tai Chi. Their mother, who was the complete successor and your parent, died three days ago in a mutual destruction with the pursuit squad.〛
“So these two children survived and made it all the way here? Whether they’re hunted to death or enter this place, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
〚Yes, this is the Blood Evil Thousand Mountains—a forbidden place that even the greatest martial artist under heaven hesitates to enter. They likely thought that if they could survive here, they could live without worrying about their pursuers.〛
As I listened to Akasha’s explanation, I stroked my chin and nodded, then let out a hollow laugh looking down at the two children.
Impossible. Their survival probability is zero percent.
Even if miracles piled upon miracles, these two children could never survive in this place. Though they possess skills that can hardly be called those of children…
“At best, they might be able to kill one of the weakest demons here if they were prepared to die trying.”
That’s the extent of the gap. A situation where they must beg for mercy, not survival.
“This place could even earn notoriety even if included in the Abyss Realm.”
Of course, one or two Divine Kings could purify it. But it was certainly a vicious region where even lower-tier deities would struggle considerably.
Though it meant nothing to me.
“Actually, this works out well. I can use this place as a base and expand my forces.”
Two objectives: to make Wudang great again, and to further observe and study the power of Tai Chi, understand and master the laws of circulation, and fix the world.
Neither would be easy to accomplish in the short term. Especially the latter—the situation was urgent, but there was no certain timeline.
In the worst case, I might never find a method using the laws of circulation before the world completely collapsed.
Finding the laws of circulation within the Primordial Divine Seat and exploring them deeply would not be difficult with my talents.
But applying that knowledge to repair the world was an entirely different matter.
‘Besides, I need to help Sun Wukong a little as well.’
Of course, confronting the Immortal Realm was not unfavorable for me. They had been scheming for an eternity to obtain the Primordial Divine Seat, so they would know much about it.
‘Perhaps they possess information I need.’
Having reached the end, yet somehow there remained mountains of tasks ahead. I exhaled deeply, lifted the two children with my magical power, and moved toward the depths of Blood Evil Thousand Mountains along the path Sun Wukong had carved through stress relief.
That moment would later be remembered in legend as the genesis of the Wudang Sect’s reconstruction in the Celestial Martial World.
***
The Boundary Region connecting the Celestial Martial World and the Abyss Realm. True to its nature as a stage mere half-steps before the Abyss Realm itself, the connection and interference between the two worlds required no great price.
The penalties incurred were negligible. Thus, through that boundary, the Celestial Martial World exchanged much with the other side.
On the opposite end, the Divine Realms numbered five or six, but the Immortal Realm possessed the greatest authority and conducted the most transactions.
【So, what happened?】
“My apologies. It appears we have failed. We never anticipated that the parents would self-destruct, nor that the children carrying all that knowledge in divine artifacts would head toward Blood Evil Thousand Mountains…”
Silence flowed from beyond the boundary at those words.
That silence was, naturally, not affirmation and understanding, but irritation and rage.
【O martial artist of the world who has reached the heavens and achieved the Way.】
“Speak, Great General of the Immortal Realm.”
The general of the Immortal Realm, a being once counted among the strongest during the Immortal Realm’s golden age.
Irang Jinggun unleashed his fury.
【How much longer must we wait for you! It has been centuries since we aided you in the extermination of the Wudang Sect! Generations have passed, and even the very sky of this Abyss has changed in recent times!】
Even rotten fish retain their form. Though Irang Jinggun had fallen into repeated decline, barely maintaining the status of a superior deity, he remained one of the great gods to the players of the Upper Realm.
Bearing the full weight of such divine wrath was no simple task. Had the boundary not partially shielded them, blood would have gushed from seven orifices at that very spot, inviting demonic possession.
【You have gained all the power, wealth, and honor you desired during those centuries. Yet all you have given us in return is a half-formed Primordial Divine Seat.】
“I have no words to offer. All fault lies with us.”
The Elder of Huashan bowed his head and acknowledged their guilt. It was true that their ignorance and powerlessness were the cause.
But that was merely a surface apology. The Elder and Huashan’s true intentions, forged through repeated encounters with such situations, ran deeper.
The Primordial Divine Seat. That power which even the great Immortal Realm sought to claim as their own—they schemed to seize it first.
This was their true machination. Of course, this was also why the descendants of the Wudang Sect had survived until now.
One could say they were obstructing each other.
But this time was different. Could it be that the Immortal Realm could no longer endure?
【The sky of the Abyss! Its master! A great being has changed!】
The Creator God. A being more noble, magnificent, and powerful than any other had changed.
【We of the Immortal Realm can wait no longer. Even in this new age, we cannot continue this dog’s work of guarding a house at the threshold of the Abyss Realm.】
To reclaim that glorious era. To revitalize the Immortal Realm as the successor to the Jade Emperor, who was once our grandfather and divine king.
【The gods shall descend. Huashan. Shaolin. Wretched creatures blinded by greed and desire.】
The Elder of Huashan hastily raised his head, his form trembling as he witnessed the boundary forcibly torn and widened before his eyes.
【Trembling before your own ignorance and greed.】
A colossal spear extending from beyond the boundary reduced the Elder of Huashan to nothing but a handful of blood.
【Perish beneath the divine punishment descending upon you.】
Then the immortals of the Immortal Realm revealed themselves. And leading them was a child wreathed in tremendous flames.
【Nata.】
【Speak, Great Irang Jinggun.】
【Show Huashan and Shaolin—those who broke their covenant with us—what divinity truly means.】
【I shall demonstrate the majesty of the Immortal Realm to those foolish creatures who dare proclaim they have touched the heavens.】
【And find it! The cycle’s ring! The law of circulation! The power that holds it! That force shall restore us to greatness once more! It shall return all that the Immortal Realm has lost—that which neither perishes nor is reborn!】
Nata’s eyes blazed with light.
【The great Immortal Realm shall leap forward once again!】
Divinity had descended.

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