Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 470

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Chapter 470
Dokgo Cheon stared intently at Dokgo Myeong.
Eyes so profound they couldn’t be easily discerned.
Though Dokgo Myeong was skilled at deceiving others and playing tricks, he had no confidence he could fool those eyes.
“So it was as I thought.”
Dokgo Cheon uttered only that single phrase plainly, then closed his mouth.
“I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t ask.”
….
Dokgo Cheon silently lifted the wine bottle.
Perhaps only enough remained for a single cup. He filled only his own glass and set the bottle down.
Whoooosh.
The sound of a waterfall echoed from the side, where exotic flowers and rare herbs mingled with cliff faces like a folding screen.
Dokgo Myeong let out a hollow laugh, then released a long sigh.
‘So it wasn’t that there was another unknown master of the Heavenly Realm, but rather that the Sect Leader himself was that master of the Heavenly Realm.’
Yes, if another being had touched such a realm existed in this world, that would be strange in itself.
‘Suddenly I feel dizzy.’
The moment he heard it, the ground beneath his feet tilted and the sky spun—a secret that made his head reel. And to hear it from his grandfather’s own lips, of all people.
Dokgo Myeong muttered with a pained expression.
“So the Sect Leader is a Mujeon master, and Grandfather is a Geom-jon master? Does that mean I’m truly the most wretched one under heaven?”
…?
“Ah, but if the Sect Leader and Grandfather fought each other, and Grandfather even defeated the Sect Leader… whom exactly am I supposed to support?”
Dokgo Cheon’s mouth fell slightly open.
“Ah, what a sinful man I am. How could such a trial befall me?”
Even Dokgo Cheon, master of all under heaven, seemed momentarily at a loss for words. Staring blankly at Dokgo Myeong, his brow suddenly furrowed deeply.
“Do you really think that’s an appropriate response right now?”
“I genuinely didn’t know, so what am I supposed to do?”
The Sect Leader is the Sect Leader for a reason. He’s like a father, which is why I call him Sect Leader.
So this is essentially asking which parent I prefer.
“Of course I prefer Father. I’ve never even seen Mother in this life. In my past life, I had neither.”
“…What strange thoughts led to such nonsense?”
“Ah, it’s just how I feel. The arm bends inward, and all that remains is family. I’m a man of unwavering loyalty, after all. I’m on Grandfather’s side.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“He said I shouldn’t even call him Sect Leader. Besides, it’s a connection from my past life too. Now, please let me go, Grandfather!”
“You’ve clearly gone mad.”
His response was colder than the harshest winter wind. If he continued, he’d truly be scolded.
“Ahem.”
Dokgo Myeong let out a subtle cough.
“Grandfather.”
“Speak.”
“Regardless of his intentions, Mujeon was my Sect Leader. I survived the streets and grew stronger crossing the gates of life and death—all thanks to his Heavenly Beyond Technique.”
Dokgo Myeong met Dokgo Cheon’s gaze directly, conveying his conviction clearly.
In this moment, there was no room for jest or mockery. This was not that kind of occasion.
“Is it possible that I am one of the moves Mujeon left behind for Grandfather?”
Dokgo Cheon drained his cup in silence.
Rising from his seat, he fastened the Reverse Scale at his waist and spoke.
“Let us take a walk.”
“…You’re not planning to handle this in some quiet place, are you?”
“If that were my intention, there’d be no need to walk anywhere quiet.”
Dokgo Myeong flinched and closed his mouth.
So he’s going to handle it or not? Ah, this is dizzying.
“At least that rigid mouth of yours has finally shut.”
Dokgo Cheon moved forward with his characteristic cold smile.
In silence, grandfather and grandson continued their stroll. Both were masters capable of crossing a thousand li in a single breath, yet they deliberately moved at a leisurely pace, savoring the moment.
After a long silence, Dokgo Cheon finally spoke.
“There was a time when I suspected as much. Do you know when?”
“That time? When you summoned me to the family head’s training ground and threatened me….”
“Threatened? That was merely interrogation. How could that be called a threat?”
“….”
Back then, I had truly fought for my life with my words, yet to Grandfather it was merely interrogation.
“I found no trace of falsehood in your claim that you had never seen the Three Masters, so I abandoned my suspicion.”
“….”
“Of course, there was no causal connection, and the Heavenly Beyond Technique differed greatly from her unique sect technique, the Infinite Unity Technique, so I reasoned accordingly.”
“It seems I have betrayed your trust.”
Dokgo Cheon paused mid-step, turned around, and spoke.
“That too is true. Now that I think about it, when I asked if you had ever met a being of the Upper Heavens, you dodged the question by saying you had not met the Three Masters, didn’t you?”
“That, that is to say….”
“Indeed, your cunning and silver tongue are more fearsome than martial prowess. Had you entered office, you would have become a legendary treacherous minister.”
Calling his own grandson a treacherous minister—really now?
Dokgo Cheon resumed walking.
Patter.
They arrived at a scenic overlook where a waterfall cascaded below their feet.
Dokgo Cheon spoke.
“You are not a move she left behind.”
Dokgo Myeong swallowed hard.
“Then am I a move Grandfather left behind?”
“No, you are not.”
“Then what am I?”
“Mujeon is one who judges all things with her mind. For a move to have come from her thoughts, you are far too… willful.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“It’s a curse.”
“….”
“Myeong-a.”
“Yes.”
“Becoming the greatest under heaven has been my lifelong aspiration, and supreme dominion over all was my destiny.”
“….”
“I yearned to stand at the pinnacle of the world. I could see it within reach, and I orchestrated everything to flow according to my will.”
“You were certainly capable of achieving that.”
“Yes. That is why I despised everything that did not flow according to my intentions and expectations. They were obstacles obstructing my aspirations and destiny.”
“….”
“Until now, only two such beings existed in this world—the other two of the Three Masters. Those worthy rivals who escaped my comprehension and will, I opposed them.”
“….”
“But when all that obsession began to fade with the passage of time, another unpredictable existence appeared. It was you.”
Dokgo Cheon turned to look at Dokgo Myeong.
Since Dokgo Myeong had been gazing at him all along, their gazes intertwined in the empty space between them.
“My predictions constantly fell short, and my calculations were always exceeded by your actions.”
“Is that why you resented me?”
“Perhaps it could have been. But….”
Dokgo Cheon gazed quietly at Dokgo Myeong, then let out a soft laugh.
It was a smile unlike anything seen before—the kind of affectionate smile a grandfather would show his grandson.
“My thoughts have changed now.”
“…?”
“I once saw them as obstacles, but looking back now, they were the ones who set my stagnant time in motion again. Because of them, I was never truly alone. I could never stop.”
“…!”
“And it was you, Myeong, who made me realize this. You—it was you who transformed my life.”
In that moment, Dokgo Myeong felt an intense shock coursing through his entire body.
“You cannot be a move placed by anyone else. I will not permit it. Even if heaven itself had done so, I would cut down heaven itself.”
Shock. Yes, there was no other way to describe it.
The supreme master of Zhongyuan, perhaps the one closest to becoming the greatest under heaven, had spoken words that delivered a tremendous impact to Dokgo Myeong.
“What am I to you, grandfather, that you would speak such words?”
“Are you not my grandson?”
Dokgo Cheon’s smile deepened.
“And I believe you to be the sole successor of Dokgo Cheon.”
Time seemed to stop.
Each word that entered his ears was etched into his mind.
Dokgo Myeong knew he would never forget this moment, not even at death. No—it was certainty. This sight, these words, this feeling would become his eternal driving force and pride.
“You have the qualifications to inherit everything of mine, and you are the only person capable of advancing to places I cannot reach.”
Crack!
Dokgo Myeong bit his lower lip.
He wanted to suppress it by any means, but he could not ignore the tremor flowing down his spine.
So Dokgo Myeong deliberately laughed.
With the same demeanor he always showed this person, he flashed a playful smile on purpose.
“…When did I ever say I would? Why are you deciding things arbitrarily when the person involved has no such intention?”
“Hehehehe.”
“If this story reaches the family, all hell will break loose.”
Even as Dokgo Myeong jested, he couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice.
“Besides, you never had any intention of becoming the family head anyway, did you?”
“That’s true enough.”
“I am the successor of Dokgo Cheon alone. Whether I become family head or not, it matters not if all under heaven deny it.”
That was precisely what made it heavier.
The position of family head was merely a seat—once seized, it was done.
But the successor of Geom-jon, the successor of Dokgo Cheon… was different.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
“The hardships ahead are already clear, and I fear what comes next.”
“Why is that?”
“If I’ve become the successor, at the very least I must not tarnish grandfather’s name.”
“Hehe.”
Dokgo Cheon burst into laughter.
“Hehehehe, hahahaha!”
His resonant laughter seemed to reach the very heavens.
Soon Dokgo Cheon stopped laughing, and spoke with a warm smile.
“You have never done such a thing until now, and you never will.”
* * *
Dokgo Myeong and Dokgo Cheon sat facing each other in the inner quarters, sharing a long conversation.
When the discussion that had continued through the night began to draw to a close, grandfather spoke thus.
“There are many mysteries you hold that I myself do not fully understand.”
“Then I must meet the Sect Leader directly.”
“That would be so. Mujeon is one who harbors many secrets. I had no interest, but now that you are connected to him in some way, whether karmic debt or karmic bond, it will surely come upon you.”
“….”
“Keep one thing in mind.”
“What is that?”
“The dark undercurrents flowing beneath this age may be far wider and deeper than anticipated. All things have their causes, and a torrent too great to bear may come crashing down upon you.”
“You speak of the moves the Three Masters exchanged with one another.”
“Perhaps it is an even older and darker history than that.”
Though those words sent a chill through his heart, Dokgo Myeong spoke with confidence.
“Do not worry. As the successor of Geom-jon and disciple of Mujeon, I shall smash all these dark currents and nonsense to pieces.”
“Yes, and one more thing.”
“…?”
“Be wary of the Imperial Court and the palace. The darkness of the empire in this age may run deeper than I have thought.”
“…!”
Dokgo Myeong, who had fallen into thought for a moment, asked cautiously.
“Then… you came to the sect to teach me this ancient history along with such a warning?”
“That’s part of it.”
“Part of it, you say…?”
“I had something to pass down to you. I deliberated on how to proceed, but observing you, I believe you are ready.”
With those words, Dokgo Cheon withdrew something from his robes.
Two volumes of books.
On the pristine cover, a title was inscribed in brushstrokes as bold as a dragon’s flight.
[Compendium of All Martial Arts]
It was an ambitious title claiming to encompass every martial technique under heaven.
“Only after completely mastering the Compendium will you be able to cultivate this.”
Dokgo Myeong set the Compendium aside and picked up the other volume.
[Sword Seeking Defeat]
A sword that seeks defeat rather than victory.
Beside it, three more characters were written in smaller script.
[Nine Sword Forms]
By refining the Dokgo Family’s inherited martial arts and creating eight supreme techniques called the Eight Divine Arts, the ninth sword form now marks the culmination.
Heart Method, Sword Breaking, Blade Breaking, Spear Breaking, Whip Breaking, Rope Breaking, Palm Breaking, Arrow Breaking, Energy Breaking.
Nine forms of law beginning with the Heart Method, progressing through every weapon and martial technique humans can wield, and culminating in the destruction of Energy itself.
Those who achieve mastery know no defeat, thus becoming seekers of defeat.
The supreme martial art of all under heaven now rested in Dokgo Myeong’s hands.

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