Reincarnation of the Blood Demon - Chapter 35

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Blood Demon Reincarnation
Chapter 35
Myeong Wol Si Geuk Gyeong
‘……Hmm.’
Eyes opened amid a hazy sensation, as though drifting through the space between wakefulness and dream.
There was nothing—or rather, it was more accurate to say nothing could be seen.
As if the sun had withered away, an overwhelming darkness reigned over everything.
Crumble, crumble——
From every quarter came sounds of collapse and tremors that echoed without pause.
Each time, a bone-deep, absolute cold swept in from all directions.
Strange as the sight was, it felt oddly familiar. There was no need to wonder why.
‘What a mess.’
This was none other than Jeok Un-hui’s own inner landscape.
Or rather, something molded from it.
The spirit of Jeok Un-hui, plunged into a state of No-Self, had taken form and reflected his Dantian and Blood Meridians entire.
“……This is rather.”
A sight that naturally furrowed the brow.
The darkness filling the space was none other than Sa Gi—death’s essence.
Vast quantities of Sa Gi packed densely throughout the Dantian and Blood Meridians created the effect of perpetual shadow.
The bone-deep, terrible cold stemmed from the same source.
Sa Gi—the fundamental yin-essence born from death’s aura—was damaging the Blood Meridians moment by moment.
The roar that made the world seem to crumble spoke to the instability of both meridians and sinews.
‘……Which means this has to be fixed.’
Whether it’s creating a new Martial Art or anything else, at least the immediate crisis must be extinguished before anything else can be attempted.
This is a sight that would give even the greatest Blood Cultivators pause.
Yet there was no room for hesitation.
Crumble——!
The roar echoing through the body grew louder by the moment.
‘What do I do…….’
First, as a test, he concentrated his will upon the darkness before him.
Toward the center—a force of pulling inward.
As befitted a space that materialized the inner self, the Sa Gi obeyed Jeok Un-hui’s will at once.
Whoosh!
Though the Sa Gi filled his vision and made discernment difficult, he felt something being drawn toward him—unmistakably.
Crumble-crumble——!!
The problem was that the tremor resounding from all sides intensified madly at the same moment.
‘Oh.’
He quickly stopped, and the noise subsided somewhat—but was already distinctly louder than before.
At this rate, the Blood Meridians would collapse before the Sa Gi could be properly condensed.
It was a time bomb, nothing less.
‘If it detonates, an entire village would vanish.’
The Sa Gi dwelling in his body had already far exceeded what any individual could bear.
Deep furrows carved themselves into Jeok Un-hui’s brow.
If he could neither expel it with Yeok Seong Jin Gyeong nor simply suppress it within his Dantian…….
‘There’s exactly one way.’
A gamble, though.
And Jeok Un-hui was not a man who shied away from gambling.
“Out.”
With a final steadying breath, he released control of the vital force he had unconsciously maintained without hesitation.
Crumble-crumble-crumble——!!
The body thrashed as though screaming.
The Sa Gi, freed from its bonds, writhed as if protesting its long captivity.
Sharp, lacerating pain came naturally—and yet his lips curved upward.
‘Don’t complain. This is where it truly begins.’
Without hesitation, he awakened the Heup Seong Hyeol Won Ji Che.
A form that turned its characteristic drawing force inward rather than outward; vast quantities of Sa Gi dispersed throughout his body rushed toward his Dantian all at once.
Crunch, clatter-clatter-clatter——!
The Blood Meridians and sinews shook with perilous instability.
Jeok Un-hui did not stop. He drew the Sa Gi faster still.
‘Just a little longer—one single moment more—hold on.’
Thump-thump-thump-thump──!!
As if refusing to accept such nonsense, his body’s reaction only grew more violent.
‘You don’t want to die either, do you?’
Perhaps because of Jeok Un-hui’s irritable intention, the Blood Meridians that had snapped into focus wavered for just an instant.
Thump-thump-thump──!
Jeok Un-hui finally succeeded in forcing all that Sa Gi into his Dantian.
This was possible only because it wasn’t something accumulated over long years and deeply rooted in his Blood Meridians, but rather relatively free-flowing Qi that had just flowed in from absorbing the martial artists of Hwan Hon Moon.
Yet it was unmistakably a vastly greater volume of Qi than before.
He could distinctly feel his Dantian, already at its limit, swelling as though it might burst.
‘Under normal circumstances, I’d need to expel it through circulation at this point…….’
But he had no capacity for that. Merely drawing so much Sa Gi all the way to his Dantian had already placed tremendous strain on his Blood Meridians.
If he reversed the flow of this enormous Qi again in such a state, his Blood Meridians would surely collapse entirely.
So it was time to gamble.
‘If it bursts either way…….’
Then let it burst.
‘Inward, not outward.’
The moment the gathered Sa Gi exceeded a certain threshold.
──Snap.
With a sound like something tearing, a profound silence descended for the briefest instant.
Boom──────!!!
It detonated.
“Ngh……!”
The sensation of a thunderstone exploding inside his body.
The waking Jeok Un-hui kept his eyes squeezed shut, yet a burning blue light seeped through the lids.
Hiss-hiss-hiss──.
When the Sa Gi, now compressed to its extreme, exploded, a strange phenomenon unfolded.
The abrupt change in pressure and temperature within the Dantian caused the Sa Gi to transcend the realm of mere Qi and be reborn into another form.
In other words, Phase Transition.
The structure that had been compressed and hardened cold and solid now tore apart, and stripped suddenly of weight and mass alike, it surged forth in a form freely undulating and wild.
‘One might call it Tae Heo Gi.’
Solid, liquid, vapor. A primordial state incomparable to any of these, pure chaos.
Did the stars of heaven take such a form? In any case, it was Qi no mere human body was meant to contain.
‘My stomach’s going to ache a bit.’
He could see it clearly. The very worst situation was unfolding.
Yet it was thoroughly intentional.
‘A human body can’t withstand it anyway.’
Even if he came at full strength, it would be touch and go—a half-grown youth’s flesh stood no chance.
Then.
‘I’ll simply separate it from the body.’
Creating a kind of mesh to prevent the rampaging Tae Heo Gi from touching the outer wall of the Dantian.
There was only one thing capable of that role.
‘Hyeol Ma Gi.’
He drew up another Qi that had lain sleeping in one corner of the Dantian.
The Hyeol Ma Gi born from Ma Cheon Hyeol Hae Gyeol.
Extreme Yang Qi, the natural opposite of the extreme Yin Tae Heo Gi.
With his thoughts frozen and fractured in the frigid mental state, Jeok Un-hui wove the Hyeol Ma Gi in a circle, blanketing his entire Dantian without gap or seam.
All of this occurred in the flash of a single instant.
The critical thing now was that the two Qi must never meet directly.
‘Or it really will detonate.’
Unless he wanted to create an unprecedented self-destruct technique, he had to avoid it at all costs.
So the method Jeok Un-hui chose was not head-on collision.
‘Push outward while simultaneously drawing inward.’
Woosh──!
In the instant before Hyeol Ma Gi and Tae Heo Gi could collide.
The Hyeol Ma Gi encircling the outer wall of the Dantian began to rotate in unison.
The first form of Ma Cheon Hyeol Hae Gyeol, an application of Yeol Ryun.
Ordinarily it would become jagged teeth to tear apart an opponent, but now it merely held its ground, spinning fiercely.
The powerful centrifugal force generated in that moment creates a membrane of current flow within the Dantian.
The Tae Heo Gi, eager to collide with the Hyeol Ma Gi, strikes against the wall of current and bounces away chaotically.
Thump! Boom!
Crash—crack—crack—!
With each tremor, his Dantian convulsed as if the earth itself were splitting open.
“Ugh—!”
The impact was beyond his control.
Jeok Un-hui spat blood, yet his focus never wavered, not for an instant.
‘Stay sharp. Pass out and you’re dead.’
One milestone reached. Now came the next.
‘The Heup Seong Dae Beop.’
Crackle, crackle…
From the deepest reaches of his Dantian, the subtlety of suction rose, pulling the Tae Heo Gi—still roaming wild—with overwhelming force.
The Tae Heo Gi, caught in that gravitational grip, gathered at the center of his Dantian, bound within a net woven of Hyeol Ma Gi.
Compared to drawing all the Sa Gi from his entire body into the Dantian, this was not nearly as difficult.
The Heup Seong Dae Beop itself arose from his constitution—Heup Seong Hyeol Won Ji Che—a martial art born of his very essence, and that essence was still drawing all the world’s Qi toward his Dantian.
All he had done was push a little harder.
‘Though even that much is dangerous.’
Rumble—rumble—rumble—!!
The roaring had never ceased, only grown louder. Time was running short—that much was certain.
‘I can’t maintain this indefinitely.’
Setting aside the dwindling durability of his mortal frame, he simply couldn’t sustain this for long.
‘Holding the Ma Cheon Hyeol Hae Gyeol and the Heup Seong Dae Beop simultaneously, constantly—it’s impossible.’
Yet the work he did now mattered because he needed to establish a ‘framework.’
Qi, by nature, possessed extraordinary mutability and fluidity, yet also harbored a tendency to settle and remain in place.
Once a proper frame was set, it could be held fast.
Even this calamity called Tae Heo Gi, thrashing mad to escape its cage.
‘This is the end.’
He had roughed out the framework he’d initially conceived.
Now came the finale.
‘Move.’
With a terse, forceful command of will, the Hyeol Ma Gi surrounding the Tae Heo Gi responded as one.
Crash—crash—crash—!!
As the Hyeol Ma Gi advanced, the mesh of Qi compressed, constricting the Tae Heo Gi.
From a sphere filling the entire Dantian to half that volume, then half again.
The net drew tighter and tighter, converging endlessly toward a single point.
Boom, boom—boom—boom—!!
The Tae Heo Gi, once utterly free, resisted violently but steadily surrendered ground, retreating.
The center. The suction of the Heup Seong Dae Beop too pulled with unprecedented force, drawing the Tae Heo Gi inward.
Crash—crash—crash—
And so the Tae Heo Gi began to compress, its brief freedom revoked.
The repulsive force of the rotating Hyeol Ma Gi pressing down, the Tae Heo Gi’s resistance pushing outward.
And deepest within, the pulling power of the Heup Seong Dae Beop still held it fast.
Naturally, a tremendous pressure formed within the Dantian.
“Ngh—ahhh—!!”
A searing agony as if his organs were compressed and crushed.
A terrible sense of crisis, as if his entire body was collapsing toward a single point.
Sensation alone—if he lost focus for even a heartbeat, his body would become nothing but shredded flesh.
Crack, crack—crack—crack—!!
The Tae Heo Gi, which had undulated freely, compressed into a single point, becoming a droplet dark as indigo.
In that singular, perfect moment when the opposing forces—pull and push—aligned flawlessly, with not a hairbreadth of error between them.
‘Now. Reverse.’
He drove the conceptual formula of the Yeok Seong Jin Gyeong into the very heart of the Tae Heo Gi.
An instant.
Crash—crash—crash—crash—crash—!!!!!
The repulsive force inverted to become suction.
The chaotic Qi that had been thrashing to burst outward now collapsed violently inward.
Not an outward explosion, but an implosion—the Qi’s own weight and power overwhelming its resistance as it crumpled toward the center.
The repulsive force of the external Hyeol Ma Gi and the pulling force of the internal Heup Seong Dae Beop both bore down with all their might.
In this moment, the pressure upon the Tae Heo Gi exceeded even the crush of the ocean’s deepest trenches.
Crunch—crunch—crunch—
Again, a Phase Transition began.
Not a return to primordial chaos without form, but a descent into cold, crystalline solidity—the most stable, the most rigid state of all.
“…….”
Jeok Un-hui slowly released his grip on power.
Everything was crimson.
Though his intent had already faded, the Hyeol Ma Gi did not scatter; instead, it settled as a Blood Source suffusing his entire Dantian.
In the blood-red sky, only a weighty sense of stability reigned.
A moon hung there.
‘How blue it is.’
Darker and colder than any force that currently existed—thus, the Abyss Moon.
Because it was so cold and so blue that it could be called nothing but a moon—thus, the Lunar.
When the Abyss Moon reaches Time’s Extreme, only then comes the return of the Eight Cold Hells.
‘The Abyss Moon Time’s Extreme Classic.’
Jeok Un-hui had perfected the ice art.

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