Murim Login - Chapter 365

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Chapter 365
‘So this is what it felt like.’
The Transcendent Realm. The domain of great martial artists chosen by heaven itself.
I took a step toward that place which had been forbidden to me until now, and I felt boundless freedom.
This sensation right now… how could I describe it?
‘This is exhilarating.’
A faint smile had formed at the corners of my lips without my noticing.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
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[Blazing Divine Art]
has advanced to the eighth stage.
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[Fire Dragon Divine Spear]
has advanced to the eighth stage!
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[Flame Unification]
has advanced to…
System notifications announcing the elevation of various martial techniques, corresponding level-ups, and achievement completions rang out without pause.
From deep within my entire body, an aura like molten lava surged upward. The darkness descending upon me and Red Sky River no longer frightened me in the slightest.
“Die!”
A scream-like cry. A face twisted like that of an evil demon.
The middle-aged guard who had worn a good-natured smile was nowhere to be found.
There was only a monster consumed by murderous intent.
Whoooosh!
A dark sword aura wrapped in savage killing intent descended like a thunderbolt. Even to witness it was to feel the destructive force lurking within.
But…
‘In the end, you were only human.’
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord was already exhausted by wounds and fatigue, and his excessive rage had scattered his focus.
When the mind wavers, so too does the aura. While a needle cannot pierce stone, passing through the gaps between grains of sand is no difficult task.
Whoosh.
A single step. As my foot pushed against the ground, space itself vanished.
Red Sky River’s urgent voice burst forth at the sight of my back suddenly blocking his path.
“You bastard, withdraw at once—”
Red Sky River’s voice could not continue. The cyan-white aura surging above the transparent blade of White Flame prevented it.
That force, carrying the heat of Ultimate Yang, intertwined toward one another like tangled threads, gathered, and finally took on a single form.
A beautiful and destructive collection of power. The exclusive domain of great martial artists.
‘Heavenly Aura.’
I had finally achieved this.
My body trembled with elation as I extended my arm toward the descending darkness.
Swish—!
A single line traced through empty space. A cyan-white flame shot forth like an arrow, colliding with the darkness.
Heavenly Strike.
The fire dragon’s claw tore through the ink-colored force.
Kwaaaaaaah!
Through the deafening roar that made my ears ring, I could see it clearly. The scattering darkness. And the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s face contorted with fury and shock.
Blood and a scream poured from his lips as internal injuries wracked his body from the shattered force.
“You dare—you dare—!”
“What, you bastard.”
You’re finished now.
I laughed brightly and kicked off the ground. And ahead of me, someone’s silhouette shot toward the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
A small frame. It was Jeok Cheon-gang, having regained his scattered energy.
– We’ll talk about what happened later.
A brief transmission followed.
– First, let’s take down this bastard.
It was a transmission that made me want to hit the like button.
* * *
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord was in shock.
‘How—how is this possible!’
A hundred years of time. Decades of cultivation. Everything he had built was crumbling. Being denied.
And by a mere blood-soaked brat in his twenties!
‘Is such a thing even possible?’
In this moment, what flashed through the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s mind transcended mere doubt.
‘Monstrous strength and divine intervention.’
A young man barely past his coming of age had manifested force itself. And that was not all—he possessed the strength of a giant and the speed of wind.
It was something that could not be explained without divine assistance. Yet…
‘It is you who will die.’
Gritting his teeth, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s feet touched the ground. In that instant, a tremendous force erupted across his entire body.
“Roaaaah!”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord roared like a wounded tiger.
No, he truly was a wounded tiger. Fatigue accumulated from prolonged battle and depleted cultivation. One wrist was dislocated, an ankle shattered. A momentary misjudgment had forced him to suffer internal injuries against a mere brat.
Yet there remained one unchanging truth.
“I am the loyal servant of the Heavenly Master. So long as That Person stands with me, I shall evade even death itself!”
Behind the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s cry, which carried an almost tragic grandeur, two voices—old and young—followed.
“What nonsense is this bastard spouting?”
“Dark Heaven? More like Dark Heaven’s bitch. Hey, shut your mouth.”
Jeok Cheon-gang and Jin Tae-kyung.
Master and disciple rushed forward like wind, extending their arms simultaneously.
Kwaaang!
With a thunderous roar, a devastating force swept through, and in the next instant, blood dripped from someone’s lips.
Cough.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s body staggered slightly under the full brunt of the devastating impact.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been manageable, but with his already severe injuries, the combined assault of two supreme masters proved genuinely threatening. Yet the Western Heavenly Demon Lord refused to yield.
‘First, I’ll bring down one of them.’
A young disciple brimming with strength thanks to spectral aid, and an aging master suffering from the aftermath of wounds.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s choice was naturally the latter.
“Die!”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s leg whipped out like a lash.
Boom!
Jeok Cheon-gang blocked the vicious kick with his palm, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth at that very instant.
“How dare you touch him.”
Crack! Snap!
The uppercut struck his jaw like lightning, stars exploding across his vision. The tremendous force, which his protective energy couldn’t fully absorb, snapped his jaw shut and severed his tongue.
As the Western Heavenly Demon Lord was launched into the air by pain and impact, what awaited him were two hands engulfed in flames.
“I am the Fire King. You wretched bastard!”
Jeok Cheon-gang unleashed his Flame Divine Palm alongside a barrage of crude curses.
Boom!
His already precarious protective energy scattered. The extreme heat from the yang flame crept through the spider-web cracks spreading across the Black Dragon Armor.
Burning pain surged through him as something scorching rose up his throat.
“Kueeeek!”
Black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed forth. Before that blood even touched the ground, a sharp whistle of piercing force cut through the air near the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s ear.
Shiiiiing!
“…!”
Dozens of spear shadows reflected in the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s bloodshot eyes, their capillaries burst.
As cyan-white flames tore through the air in all directions, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord summoned every last ounce of his strength.
Clang clang clang clang clang!
Dark sword energy surging along the blade met the spear shadows. With each collision, tremendous booms and shockwaves shook the Underground Prison, rattling even the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s insides.
“Kugh…!”
Yet it was far from over.
“Do you have time to be distracted?”
At the sound of that cold voice, Jeok Cheon-gang’s Extinguishing Flame Divine Fist burrowed into the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s ribs.
Thud, crack crack crack!
A single punch from the Fire King Jeok Cheon-gang, called the greatest among the Ten Kings, unleashed with full power.
Part of the Black Dragon Armor, unable to withstand the massive impact, shattered along with his protective energy. Flesh burned and bones crumbled.
“Kraaaagh!”
A horrific scream echoed like a wail. Even as the Western Heavenly Demon Lord writhed in agony, he drew upon all remaining cultivation power and unleashed it in all directions.
Boom! Crash crash crash!
Floor, ceiling, pillars, and stone—every materialized dark energy blade was fired indiscriminately. Everything touched by the energy turned to dust and scattered, or was sliced clean like tofu.
Yet the two figures who should have been the targets had already torn through the net of energy and reached the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
Scrape!
The transparent spear blade sliced diagonally across the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s upper body, while the two flame-wrapped palms struck down at his collapsing chest.
Boom! Crash!
“…!”
With a pain unlike anything I had ever experienced, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s body was sent flying like a cannonball, shattering solid stone and embedding itself deep into the cavern wall.
“Ugh, crack.”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord blinked with a grotesque groan. Through my dimming vision, I could see two figures approaching.
‘Is this how I die?’
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord thought blankly.
I had reigned as a supreme power for countless ages. I trampled the weak and delighted in stealing what they held dear.
Any ordinary martial artist might contemplate death, but not the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
Only one being in all the heavens and earth should be capable of taking my life—myself and the sole, dignified existence: the Heavenly Master.
And yet….
“How dare you wretches attempt to slay my servant?”
From between blood-soaked lips flowed a voice as parched as desert sand.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s voice carried neither pain nor reason.
The two eyes, now completely suffused with crimson light, were no longer human—nor were they the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s.
“I descend from the heavens to the earth. From the lowest depths to the highest, kneel before me.”
In that instant, Red Sky River and Jin Tae-kyung unleashed a thunderous cry.
“Impossible…!”
“The Heavenly Master!”
Crack-crack-crack!
Radiating from the Western Heavenly Demon Lord—no, from the one who now inhabited his body—a terrible aura shook both earth and ceiling.
From the severed edge of the torn-off arm, dark currents writhed like tentacles, slowly filling in the gaping wound that poured forth a waterfall of blood.
“Revere me. Submit before omnipotent power.”
Thud, thump.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s body slowly rose to its feet.
Step by step, as he approached, manifested power unfurled like wings behind him.
And in the next moment.
“…!”
Everything stopped. Vibrations, wind, swirling dust, and the very flow of air itself.
In that frozen world, a single streak of darkness was unleashed.
Whoooosh!
The soundless darkness engulfed the two figures.
Or rather, it would have.
Had it not been for the spear blade that split through the fractured moments of time itself, piercing forth.
Gooooong—
Wind and aura condensed around the spear blade, then erupted in a violent explosion. The blade, wreathed in cyan-white flame, advanced, erasing all in its path.
One Strike.
A blinding flash erupted.
* * *
As time resumed its flow, what followed was a pain that felt as though my entire body would shatter, and a crushing sense of exhaustion.
‘I want to collapse like this.’
My arms and legs, fingers and every fiber of muscle—everything that composed my body felt ready to snap at any moment.
Yet I held on through superhuman willpower.
Not yet, not yet. At the very least, I refused to fall before him.
“So now drop dead, you bastard.”
I lifted my head to stare at the Western Heavenly Demon Lord—or rather, at whatever entity had borrowed the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s body.
The corners of his mouth curled upward as he surveyed his charred frame and the gaping hole through his chest.
“How amusing. How truly amusing.”
Whoosh.
Before the words even finished, his fingers crumbled to ash and scattered. A breeze from somewhere slowly disintegrated his form.
Yet the entity inhabiting another’s body felt no pain. Instead, it cast back words tinged with laughter.
“Until we meet again.”
I barely managed to raise my middle finger.
“Go screw yourself.”
No answer came.
Beyond the swirling ashes, system notifications chimed—Quest Complete and Level Up.
Yet the mental exhaustion from battle remained unhealed.
I simply wanted to collapse. In fact, I was already collapsing.
Grip.
A weathered hand caught my shoulder.
Fire King Red Sky River. As I met his familiar face, words suddenly came to mind.
“How was it?”
“What?”
“The sword strike. I pulled it off, didn’t I?”
The worry etched across Red Sky River’s face melted away. A gentle smile bloomed in its place.
“Yes, you pulled it off.”
That was enough.
My eyes closed with that unspoken answer. The sound of the Underground Prison collapsing echoed distantly.

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