I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 240

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Chapter 240. Harmony, Circulation, and the Tai Chi
—Kraaaaaaah!
A tremendous roar that shook heaven and earth erupted from the depths of the Blood Evil Thousand Mountains.
The Forbidden Zone, a region feared even by the strongest of the Upper Realm, fell silent in an instant. The true master of this mountain range. The roar of the most powerful, greatest, and most vicious dragon was worth the terror it inspired.
—Kraaaaaaah!
“Quiet. Shut up, would you?”
—Kraaaa…
The Blood Evil Dragon, the true master of the mountain range, had tried to roar through its fear, but upon sensing the overwhelming and murderous power radiating from its opponent, it tucked its tail between its legs in complete submission.
I gazed down at the dragon cowering beneath the raw and ferocious aura bursting from my entire body and nodded.
Apocalypse—King of Demons.
One of the three fragments of Apocalypse. A power that, true to its name as King, subjugates and compels all things.
In truth, demons and demon beasts are distinctly different entities.
Demons are beings whose very existence is questionable, like foreign substances. They can exist anywhere, cause harm everywhere, and their existence is packed solid with malice.
Demon beasts are similar to demons in that their existence is packed solid with malice and destructive instinct, but they possess a clear purpose—to bring an end to all things—they have an origin born from the existence of Apocalypse and Solomon, and they are constrained to appear only in places of ruin.
In terms of rank, demon beasts hold the advantage. Especially now, the Three Kings of Demons, which have become merely a fragment of my power, were beings so formidable that even ordinary Divine Kings feared facing them.
Therefore, the title and power of King of Demons could easily subjugate something like the dragon of the Forbidden Zone, which had fallen into depravity, lost its reason, and descended to the level of a mere demon, living by instinct alone.
The survival of the fittest.
Though its power had grown stronger than when it was a complete dragon, the loss of most of its reason meant the creature could not even resist properly against the fear of being devoured, submitting completely instead.
Of course, even if we had fought in earnest, it would never have dared to face me.
—Wow, even with most of your power sealed, you’re radiating this much presence!
Sun Wukong Clone Number One, who had appeared behind me after claiming the dragon’s lair as my own territory, ran his hand across my body playfully, his eyes gleaming with combative fervor as he shouted.
Observing his form quietly, I unleashed a statement that caught him off guard.
“So why are you coming now to finish off the Immortal Realm? They’re already insects that have experienced both decline and collapse because of you anyway, aren’t they?”
—Hmm~~?
In truth, my honest feelings were that I neither wanted to know nor become entangled. All I needed was to delve deeply into the law of circulation, one of the roots of Tai Chi.
However, circumstances would not leave me alone.
—Is that important? You have to deal with the Immortal Realm anyway, don’t you? Huashan and Shaolin didn’t take the martial arts of the Taoism Sect—they handed everything over to the Immortal Realm.
Yes. That was the problem. The Tai Chi Divine Art, the origin and center of all martial arts of the Wudang Sect, along with the authority of Tai Chi, I was still barely maintaining, but everything else had mostly been taken by the Immortal Realm.
Of course, they were merely branches, not the trunk, and held little significance for me. Even if they carried the power of Tai Chi, it would be minimal at best.
That’s why the Immortal Realm was still stamping its feet impatiently, pursuing the successors of the Wudang Sect.
But now, even that minimum could become a single line of inspiration for me, and thus I needed it.
“Right. Well, it probably isn’t that important anyway.”
—Exactly. Exactly. You figure out what you need about Tai Chi, and I’ll annihilate the Immortal Realm.
“Revenge? Against the demon kings who were your brethren?”
—What else would it be?
In truth, I didn’t need to ask this. I have Akasha. I merely gave him the opportunity to speak of his own accord, but seeing that he still won’t—
‘He can’t speak of it himself?’
This willful monkey has been constrained? With that power?
‘Then it’s at least interference from a Concept Divine Seat.’
If there’s a Concept Divine Seat related to the Immortal Realm and capable of fighting Sun Wukong, there’s only one. An existence that possessed tremendous authority and power even in the 2nd Dimension, wielding influence comparable to Solomon among the primordial beings.
Shakyamuni Buddha.
The one known to have been defeated and killed by Sun Wukong.
I stroked my chin, my heterochromatic eyes gleaming as I regarded Sun Wukong. He stood firm without retreating, his eyes burning with the fire of enlightenment as he faced me.
In that gaze lay an unwavering resolve never to speak.
In the end, it was I who looked away first. If he refused to tell me, if it appeared he had constraints, there was no need to exhaust myself trying to extract the information.
‘It won’t harm me anyway.’
Besides, I could easily learn it through Akasha.
For now, I wouldn’t ask. Our goals were aligned regardless, and I had no luxury of attention to spare on that matter.
First and foremost, training in the Tai Chi was essential.
“What will you do?”
-I’m bored, so I’ll just play around on this mountain for a bit~!
“Fine then. While you’re at it, keep watch on the situation outside as well.”
-Okay!
As Sun Wukong split into his clones and vanished, I gazed down at the two children still unconscious, then shifted my attention to what lay before them.
Three objects the two children guarded as if their lives depended on it. Two simple yet beautiful swords and one necklace inscribed with the Tai Chi symbol.
“Mythic grade.”
These divine artifacts possessed mythic-tier power, and I realized they were everything to Wudang and what the Immortal Realm had been searching for so desperately.
As my eyes gleamed, information materialized.
Crackle!
All manner of formation techniques designed to block information gathering resisted the power that read them, but it was futile. There was nothing I could no longer perceive.
〚Item: Harmony’s Dark Sword [Mythic]〛
〚Item: Circulation’s Pure White Sword [Mythic]〛
〚Item: Tai Chi Origin [Mythic]〛
“I don’t need the swords.”
They were merely well-crafted weapons that buffed Wudang’s sword techniques and martial arts. Since those two weapons held no particular significance for me, I set them back before the children and lifted the necklace instead.
Black and white. The two colors intertwined in harmony and circulation, forming the Tai Chi symbol on the necklace.
“So this is why Wudang’s lineage endures.”
This was a form of skill tome. Infinitely usable, capable of continuously adding knowledge—a secret manual of succession.
A martial library containing the knowledge of all Wudang ancestors.
“Fascinating. Such an item exists.”
Of course, it was an item I could create with a snap of my fingers. Without hesitation, I infused the necklace with the power of chaos, and it trembled in response.
There was only one condition to acquire the knowledge within.
The power of Wudang’s founder, the source flowing through the bloodline, the origin point of martial arts.
Authority: To possess the Tai Chi.
“There is a method to forcibly break the library and plunder it, I suppose.”
Had the fallen gods of the Immortal Realm obtained this, it would take at least a hundred years to acquire the knowledge.
“Why? Why do they covet the power of Tai Chi?”
It was likely connected to Sun Wukong’s reason for confronting the Immortal Realm again. That was probably why he drew me into that battle.
Much time had passed since the Immortal Realm’s fall, and even during the Immortal Realm’s invasion of Murim, they remained still—only acting once I appeared?
In truth, all of this meant one thing. They intended to use me to strike down the Immortal Realm.
I’m just going along with it, but I can’t say I’m entirely pleased.
“Well, never mind.”
I can consider it repayment for the debt I owed from before—when I received help with the Flame Eye Golden Lock and cultivation at the River of Flowing Stars.
I stared at the diagram of the Tai Chi that had begun to rotate, then rose from my seat as the necklace came to mind, watching it open the void.
“Circulation comes first.”
Even if it’s only a temporary measure, I need to create something before I can do anything else. With that, I pushed myself into the Taoism Sect’s archive, leaving everything behind.
And so half a year passed.
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“Sister!”
“Jang Sun-woo! Where have you been wandering off to again?!”
In the heart of the mountain range ruled by the Blood Evil Dragon—called the Forbidden Zone of Murim, a creature that devours even gods—the voices of two children echoed.
Simultaneously, a roar of a distant and elusive caliber burst forth from beyond.
Though the Blood Evil Dragon had been half-driven from its position as ruler, the aura emanating from its new Lair still caused the surrounding beasts to hastily hide themselves.
Half a year ago, in what could barely be called a battle, it had been defeated, but the condition for survival granted it a single task: ensure the safety of the two children and eliminate any enemies that invaded the mountain.
The Blood Evil Dragon faithfully obeyed that command even though its master and king had not shown themselves for half a year.
Rather, it could not rebel. The power of servitude imposed upon it was a kind that could not be refused or resisted.
Thanks to this, the two children were able to live safely without incident in the heart of the Forbidden Zone that all Murim practitioners feared.
Uncle Sun Wukong’s avatar, who visited frequently, entertained them with training disguised as play and told them of happenings in the outside world, so they were never bored. And since this place had been steeped in magical energy for so long, there was plenty of delicious and nutritious food.
More than anything else, they were simply overjoyed to live comfortably in one place without being hunted.
“I was just outside…”
At her younger sibling’s thoughtless words, the sister grabbed her head in exasperation, but just as she was about to feed her sibling and spend another ordinary day as usual.
Crack!
The void suddenly split behind them, and a massive, overwhelming storm of magical power swept through.
“Kyaaaah!”
What was remarkable was that in that instant, Sun Wukong’s avatar appeared before the two children and blocked most of that force.
Of course, the avatar was annihilated in the process. Had it not been an avatar, the children would surely have vanished without even a scream.
Emerging from that storm, I suppressed the wave of magical power in an instant and closed the door I had opened, clicking my tongue.
Hic! Hic! Hic!
As I stood with my eyes closed behind the startled children, reviewing what I had cultivated over the past half year, Sun Wukong sensed the annihilation of the avatar I had secretly planted to protect the two children and arrived instantly on his cloud.
-What?! What happened?!
Arriving in a panic, he quickly assessed the situation upon seeing me, who had appeared for the first time in half a year.
-Aha! Did you lose control of your power? Or did you choose not to control it?
I opened my eyes slightly at his playful question and answered.
“Am I you? The aftershock from my internal cultivation simply burst out.”
-Just the aftershock of cultivation destroyed a tier-10 avatar…
To be honest, it is my fault. I never expected the children to be right in front of the door.
After confirming everything, I watched Sun Wukong, whose fighting spirit burned even more intensely than before, then shifted my gaze to the sky.
The massive mechanical device, more shattered and crumbled than it was half a year ago.
‘I cannot repair that.’
Through half a year of cultivation and the enlightenment of circulation, I was certain: no matter what I attempted on an already ruined and broken device, it would only shatter again.
“I have no choice but to rebuild it.”
Of course, that doesn’t mean creating something entirely new. In other words, it’s closer to disassembling a completed massive structure and reconstructing it from scratch.
Still, even that alone would be an enormous undertaking.
“I’ll start right away. Is there a problem?”
The work would take at least a month—and that’s the bare minimum. At my explanation, Sun Wukong pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
-A month or so is manageable. But the Immortal Realm bastards are burning through the Heavenly Martial World and heading this way.
“They’re probably just lower-tier Divine Beings at best.”
-No. One mid-to-high tier Divine Being. Three hundred lower-tier ones.
“Hold them off. Because of your constraints, you won’t be able to kill them, but you should be able to endure, right? If worst comes to worst, take that lizard with you and use it.”
At my words, Sun Wukong nodded, his eyes burning with an intensity bordering on madness.
I left them behind, ascended into the sky, and merged with the world alongside the light.

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