I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47
Chapter 47 — The Feeling of an Ending
#1
Namgung Yeon stood in the heart of the Fire Demon, turning his gaze slowly about.
It was a sight he knew too well.
It was also his most painful memory.
Before his eyes: a vast estate burning to ash and ruin.
The Namgung Clan Estate, which had held out to the bitter end, swallowed whole by Fire Demon.
It was that moment—all the more devastating for being the first time.
“Burn it all! Leave not a single dog of the Namgung alive!”
“Not even the children, and not even the animals they keep!”
Eyes bloodshot and crimson.
And those seized by madness, devouring one another.
Martial artists torn to pieces in their dying moments, heads severed and impaled upon spears.
Defeat exacted a terrible price, and in that ruin, he—helpless—could do nothing.
Namgung Yeon walked slowly forward, turning over each detail of that scene in his mind.
His first death.
His first destruction.
This memory was that very moment, when he had been powerless to act.
“It was here.”
Namgung Yeon moved step by step until he reached the place where his cold corpse lay.
How unjust it seemed—eyes not even closed in death.
At this time, his face had held more vitality, though thinner and more youthful than now.
There was something peculiar about witnessing his own death, rendered in such vivid detail.
Namgung Yeon knelt slowly, observing his own lifeless form.
So this is the sort of terrible vision the Heavenly Longevity Fragrance Hundred conjures.
Escaping this illusion was quite simple.
‘Face myself.’
The same held true for others.
The same held true for him.
The moment he rejected this death, the scent of Silver Forest Valley Scent would begin to destroy his upper dantian.
Namgung Yeon reached out and gently closed the eyes of this version of himself—grown so much larger.
“In any case, this is the end now. So…… rest easy. Close your eyes and be at peace.”
These words were a vow he made to himself as well.
The end.
The feeling of an ending stirred so many things within him.
How afraid he had been.
How desperately he had struggled to survive.
Could he truly say this moment was different from that one?
The sentiment of finality pressed upon Namgung Yeon’s soul with the same crushing weight as that first death.
Back then, he had not known resurrection awaited him.
‘What I thought was failure became the greatest opportunity. What I took for opportunity became the cruelest curse.’
This cycle would be one of reckoning with all of it.
So…… fear no longer.
For I possess experiences no other soul could ever endure, and treasures no other hand could ever grasp.
Close your eyes in peace, and release this world at last.
With that thought, Namgung Yeon rose to his feet and looked about the surroundings.
The place where familiar faces had died.
The place where those he had cherished were lost.
“My resolve is renewed.”
So these illusions are no longer needed.
Namgung Yeon summoned his will forth.
The middle dantian symbolizes Qi.
One gains the ability to manipulate inner power with greater precision.
And through inner power, one can unfold myriad extraordinary feats.
The upper dantian signifies Spirit.
The upper dantian represents the soul and consciousness.
It grants the ability to perceive what cannot be seen.
It bestows upon one the Divine Vision to perceive the flow of True Qi that hovers in the air itself.
‘The foundation is laid.’
“Let us return now.”
His will moved his Qi.
The pure and pristine waves of True Qi he had accumulated through Spirit Medicine flowed throughout his entire body.
Namgung Yeon raised his hand, grasped the newly visible thread, and pulled.
……
The moment his eyes opened, the hell vanished without a trace.
Only silence remained—a silence so complete that no sound reached him at all.
If everything were to end like this… would it feel this way?
Though he knew nearly everything, the feeling of standing at that end remained unknowable to him.
#2
Namgung Yeon sat in lotus position, observing his own body.
The energy that extended from his Lower Dantian rushed through his strengthened Three Meridians.
Like an Azure Dragon soaring above the heavens, his True Qi surged forth—boundless and utterly free.
That Qi coiled around his heart, his Middle Dantian, and seeped through.
Whoosh—!
Blue spirit flame bloomed from his eyes.
And when he reached out his hand, his Qi began to take on tangible form like spectral fire.
Activation of the Middle Dantian.
And then……
“I can see it.”
The flow of Qi became visible.
Eyes spoken of only by transcendent beings—the Divine Eye or Divine Vision.
Beyond that, Namgung Yeon reached to retrieve something special.
[Infinite Archive]
[Golden Heaven Spirit Eye Liquid]

[Quantity Held: 4]
[Cannot be retrieved at this time.]
Tsk.
It seemed his cultivation level was still insufficient.
Eyes obtained from capturing an immortal monkey far away in Tianzhou.
That name was deeply familiar to Namgung Yeon.
[Great Sage Equaling Heaven Sun Wukong].
He had sought to harness those eyes, but it appeared the time had not yet come.
Then perhaps he would make do with a lesser alternative.
Even as the woman watched.
Even as she did not.
Namgung Yeon had unraveled mysteries and brought them into being.
One of those creations now rested in his hand.
“Made by gathering no fewer than one hundred thousand Gold Yuan Treasures.”
Perhaps it was enough to purchase an entire castle outright.
But he had wagered everything on future possibility to create this.
[Golden Heaven Spirit Eye Liquid]

One hundred thousand Gold Yuan Treasures.
And a Spirit Eye Liquid distilled for nine years, infused with Heavenly Mountain Dew that could receive the breath of heaven.
How could he have done something so mad?
Because at that time, Namgung Yeon felt that if he did not undertake even such madness, he himself might bring ruin upon the world.
That was all.
A means to grasp his fragmenting spirit within infinite time.
Three of those years had been spent holding ancestral rites for his father and mother.
Nostalgia had since gilded those memories, but they must have been truly dreadful days.
‘This, through my eyes, will enlarge my Upper Dantian further.’
Eye drops held within a small vial.
In this small thing that gleamed with golden light lay a profound sorrow.
Of course, he had paid an enormous sum for its worth.
Without hesitation, Namgung Yeon applied the eye drops evenly to both eyes.
“Ugh—”
Searing pain flowed down through his eyes and into his brain.
His Qi responded, beginning to drink in completely the power contained within the eye drops.
Merely a faint aura for now.
But as time passed, Namgung Yeon’s eyes would grow sharper and more precise than anyone else’s.
Eyes that could pierce through all things in heaven and earth.
He had planted the seed of such vision.
If he continued this way, one day he would reach the mysteries and cross the wall that had once been impassable.
Opening his eyes again, a faint glimmer of light flickered across his previously clouded pupils.
‘The groundwork is laid.’
Soon enough, news would arrive and Hwayeon would appear.
Moreover.
The Fire Demons gathered nearby would begin to stir.
Namgung Yeon stepped outside, heading toward the training grounds where the night wind blew.
The place where the lights of the beautiful city still shimmered in the distance.
He too would now need to refine a sword technique that served as a bridge between the Great Flame Heart Technique and the Boundless Spear Palace Divine Technique.
Having awakened his Middle Dantian and Upper Dantian, now he needed to condition his body to adapt.
“Regardless of anything else, building the body is always tedious and grueling.”
Even across countless cycles, there was always something he found burdensome.
Something he disliked but had to do.
Usually, after completing such things, he would discover himself progressed further than in the previous cycle.
That point was…… strange, truly.
‘If only I had confronted the things I hated doing head-on, just a little sooner……’
Would he have been able to prevent some of the endless losses that followed?
He was lost in sentiment for a moment.
Boom!
Far in the distance, pure white smoke billowed and churned.
“I’ll condition my body there.”
Namgung Yeon’s gaze sank into the darkness.
What was that?
It was the pale orb he had given to his sister, Namgung Hwayeon.
Whether it was real or not, it was worth going to verify.
No—he had to.
Namgung Yeon called for Man Ho.
“Man Ho.”
“Yes.”
“What are the instructors doing?”
“Sleeping, sir.”
“Anyone awake?”
Namgung Yeon asked.
Man Ho pointed toward the roof of the training grounds.
Namgung Yeon took up the Demon Spirit Sword and spoke.
“I’ll go ahead. Report to them, then follow after. It would be better still if the instructors could lend their support.”
“Yes. I shall obey your orders.”
Namgung Yeon left those words behind and deployed his Qinggong, moving toward the nearby training grounds.
His destination was the Ja Bong Training Grounds where Namgung Hwayeon was.
His prediction had been right on the mark.
‘She used it well.’
An attack faster than expected.
A response far better than anticipated.
Namgung Yeon grasped all of this and headed toward where his sister was.
Ting!
The bell on the Demon Spirit Sword rang harshly.
#3
There was a common misconception among those who belonged to martial clans.
That they would be safe, and if they stood behind the clan’s prestige, no one would dare treat them carelessly.
To some degree, that was true.
But it only held when both sides had something to lose and the clan’s home base was fixed and known.
It meant nothing against those who had nothing to lose from the start, or zealots willing to throw their lives away in a suicidal charge.
This was the situation Namgung Hwayeon now faced.
“What on earth……”
“Branch Master! We must hurry back to the main house!”
“W-what about the instructors!?”
At her pointed question, Jo Won shook his head slowly.
Had they grown too comfortable in peace?
Or had their attackers bribed the instructors through some extraordinary means?
There was no way to know for certain, but one thing was clear: there was no hope.
The terror of death closed in.
An emotion she had never felt before seized the minds and hearts of her and Jo Won’s group.
When had any of them, raised in the Great Namgung Clan, ever faced an intent to kill?
Whoosh—!
Rough breathing began to echo deep within the mountains.
‘If it hadn’t been for the orb my brother gave me, they would have caught me long ago.’
In that critical moment, Namgung Hwayeon instinctively pulled out the orb she carried in her bosom and hurled it hard against the ground.
The faint scent of gunpowder grazed her awareness.
And because the thick, acrid odor of powder flashed vividly to mind.
Boom—a billowing mist scattered, and the presence of not only her but also her pursuers vanished completely.
Seizing that gap, Namgung Hwayeon descended the mountainside swiftly.
Thus she ran and ran until dawn broke.
Unfortunately, the direction in which she descended was the opposite of home.
“What should I do…….”
She did not lose her composure.
She had grasped how to escape this crisis.
Their martial power was insufficient.
The attackers displayed a grotesque quality, charging forward with their arms and legs riddled with holes.
That alone was not all.
The moment they became unable to fight, they exhibited something shocking.
They detonated their own bodies, dealing massive area damage.
The shabby training ground collapsed, and one instructor who had let his guard down became a mangled corpse.
‘Must I demand sacrifice……?’
Namgung Hwayeon thought coldly.
Five people remained alive.
Two of them were slow and lacked talent.
Yes.
Perhaps that would be better after all—.
“You two—buy us time, no matter what.”
“…….”
“I have to reach the main house, have to reach it. I’ll call for reinforcements somehow.”
“Us……?”
For a moment, Namgung Hwayeon’s heart wavered, but she gritted her teeth and nodded.
She had to be ruthless.
It was the moment she resolved herself to this.
“Fortunately, I’m not too late.”
Unfamiliar.
Yet so terribly familiar.
A voice that made her blood run colder than when she was being chased.
In the darkness, it seemed she glimpsed a blue spirit flame.
“……Brother?”
“Fortunate that the training grounds are near. Or is it because you chose your direction well?”
The direction Namgung Hwayeon had run was toward the Hapsan Training Grounds.
Where chance and inevitability overlapped, the sacrifice she had thought unavoidable was prevented.
The sun, blooming in the distant sky, began to illuminate the survivors.

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