Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 359

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Chapter 359
“Who is this Baek Do-cheon?”
-He was the only martial artist of the Innate Three Realms who opposed it.
“Opposed what?”
Cheong Heo Jinperson’s pupils gleamed.
-War.
“….”
-I too cannot claim innocence in the weight of sin, but he was virtuous and resolute in a way unbecoming of a Demon Cult member. Yet he never shirked his responsibility.
“Could his name be Cheon Do-ja?”
-I have never heard the name Cheon Do-ja. What I know is that he was a mediator, and the sole figure who did not participate in the war.
Cheong Heo Jinperson’s form began to fade even further.
-Is this not enough? Have I not given you much?
“I am more than satisfied.”
Cheong Heo Jinperson smiled faintly.
-Follow the Way. Then the path shall open of its own accord.
The final voice faded, and the Nine Palace Eight Trigram Formation lost its light.
All the stone statues that had been present vanished, and in their place appeared a massive door constructed of light.
Seol Woon-hwi stood in silence for a long moment.
The martial arts that Cheong Heo Jinperson had transmitted were truly exceptional, but that was not why.
It was because of his words.
Perhaps I have just learned a truth I should not have heard yet.
Something.
A picture began to form in my mind.
“Young Master…?”
I turned my head toward Manager Seong, who called out cautiously.
“…Are you alright?”
I nodded.
“I am fine.”
“….”
“I have gained a greater harvest than expected.”
Manager Seong caught his breath.
To be honest, it was not Seol Woon-hwi who heard what should not have been heard—it was Manager Seong himself.
Everything in this world has stages and ranks.
To Manager Seong’s knowledge, it was a truth far too great, and he understood it better than anyone.
Above all.
“…If one passes through the Secret Realm quickly, a Thought Entity may appear… Will you reveal this to the world?”
Even if you did, who could replicate it?
The speed at which Seol Woon-hwi had passed through this Secret Realm was truly beyond common sense.
Two martial artists of the Heaven-Human Realm and over a hundred martial artists had pooled their minds to solve the Formation Techniques, yet Seol Woon-hwi had solved them all alone, in less than half a shichen.
No matter how different the number of Formation Techniques that appeared, the difficulty was comparable at best, and in truth, Seol Woon-hwi’s feat was even more remarkable.
Had Manager Seong not ascended to the Heaven-Human Realm, I would have already escaped the Secret Realm long ago.
“Spreading word isn’t necessarily bad, but doing so directly would be inappropriate. It would be better to let it spread as mere rumor instead.”
There was a high probability that fools who overestimated their own abilities would enter the Secret Realm and shorten their lifespans.
Moreover, the hypothesis that a Thought Entity would appear only if one passed through quickly had too many holes in it.
I spoke.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
The two men emerged from the Secret Realm.
Their feet touched solid ground.
Clear air and cold wind swept across them.
They stood at the peak of Mangwol Peak.
* * *
The Great Desert.
In the midst of endless dunes, a small settlement existed.
Night had fallen.
Two men were drinking in a second-floor room of a dilapidated inn on the settlement’s outskirts.
“…I never thought we’d come this far.”
A middle-aged man set down his cup and sighed.
Sang Chun of the Ten Thousand Ascending Dragon Sword.
A martial artist of the Heaven-Human Realm and a core figure of the Silent World Society.
“At least it’s the Great Desert—we should be grateful for that.”
The old man sitting across from him nodded.
Hyeon Hyeon Nosa.
This man had reached the realm of Heaven-Human Unity, a true master.
“The reach of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance won’t extend this far. Put your mind at ease.”
“…I wish that were true.”
The two continued drinking.
The purge of the Silent World Society had proceeded swiftly and decisively.
But these two men were exceptions.
The moment Mae Wi-dong died, these two men, who could be called his trusted subordinates, immediately packed their belongings and moved to Sae-oe.
The place they relocated to was none other than the Great Desert.
It was where fugitives from the Murim came, the most treacherous place, and could be called a lawless land.
Moreover, it was the best place to hide.
These two men intended to bide their time for the future.
With their respective cultivation levels, they were confident they could establish themselves anywhere.
However, these two did not know.
That this inn had already been surrounded.
Behind the inn.
Two figures emerged from the darkness.
One was a tall, middle-aged man. He wore a black daopo, and a smile played across his face.
Eun Woon-saeng, the Gate Master of the Soul Killing Gate.
Myo Rim, the Vice Sect Leader of the Soul Killing Gate standing beside him, spoke.
“It’s the third room on this floor.”
“Are both of them there?”
“Yes. Both are present.”
Not long ago, Eun Woon-saeng had received a letter in secret.
It was the only contact that could not be traced from anywhere, the sole link connecting the Central Plains and the Soul Killing Gate.
Seol Woon-hwi.
The moment he received a letter from Hyeon Seol-rin of the Snow Palace, who was the Cheon Ui Jung-jeong, requesting the disposal of two people who had fled into the Great Desert, these two moved into action.
Eun Woon-saeng wore a mysterious smile.
“When he said he knew how to make contact, I was honestly uncertain, but it seems he really did know.”
“Indeed, that appears to be the case.”
“A promise is a promise. Let’s begin at once.”
Eun Woon-saeng walked toward the inn.
Myo Rim moved toward the back of the inn.
There was no sound of footsteps.
The room on this floor.
Sang Chun reached for his wine cup but stopped.
“…Doesn’t something feel wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s too… quiet…”
That was the moment.
With a sharp crack, the door vanished.
“Who, who are you!!”
Sang Chun leaped to his feet and drew his sword.
Hyeon Hyeon Nosa hastily gathered his internal energy.
A man walked in from where the door had been.
“Was dinner delicious?”
The faces of Sang Chun and Hyeon Hyeon Nosa turned ashen.
“…Eun… Woon-saeng…?”
The Gate Master of the Soul Killing Gate smiled faintly.
“That bastard from Snow Mountain asked me to handle you two.”
Eun Woon-saeng pointed at the two with his finger.
“Just to confirm—Sang Chun of the Ten Thousand Ascending Dragon Sword, and Hyeon Hyeon Nosa. Is that correct?”
There was nothing more to say.
The moment Sang Chun and Hyeon Hyeon Nosa exchanged glances, they hurled themselves toward the window.
At the same time, as Eun Woon-saeng extended his hand, an invisible barrier materialized before Hyeon Hyeon Nosa.
With a heavy thud, Hyeon Hyeon Nosa was driven back to his original position, while only Sang Chun managed to escape outside.
Sang Chun’s eyes widened as his body hung suspended in the air.
This was the back of the inn.
A man stood in that place.
Myo Rim, Vice Sect Leader of the Soul Killing Gate.
He drew a Hidden Dagger from his waist and hurled it toward Sang Chun, who quickly crossed both arms into a defensive stance.
Boom—!!
A deafening crash erupted as Sang Chun’s body was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.
“Surrounded… I see.”
At Hyeon Hyeon Nosa’s murmur as he gazed downward, Eun Woon-saeng walked slowly into the room with his hands clasped behind his back.
“In my judgment, you two made a grave miscalculation.”
“….”
“You would have had a better chance of survival crawling beneath that man’s feet than coming to the Great Desert.”
Eun Woon-saeng, who smiled with amusement, was a master of Dao Transformation Authority Truth.
He was someone Hyeon Hyeon Nosa at the Heaven-Human Unity realm could not face, though perhaps he could create an opening.
That was his judgment.
Hyeon Hyeon Nosa moved at once.
Hyeon Hyeon Mental Technique.
Heaven’s Great Reversal.
A strange energy flowed from his body. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy in the surroundings began to flow backward.
Everything in the room was inverted. Up and down reversed, left and right twisted.
It was the most powerful technique Hyeon Hyeon Nosa could unleash.
A martial art that reversed heaven and earth to disrupt an opponent’s senses and techniques.
But.
“Interesting.”
With those words, Eun Woon-saeng swung his hand once.
Crack—!
Space itself split open.
The reversed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was severed and vanished entirely.
The realm of Dao Transformation Authority Truth.
Before a power that manipulated space itself, the reversal of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy displayed by a mere martial artist at the Heaven-Human Unity realm held no meaning.
“This cannot be….”
Hyeon Hyeon Nosa’s eyes widened.
Eun Woon-saeng’s hand moved toward his head.
Crack—
Hyeon Hyeon Nosa’s head burst open.
Quietly.
Like a watermelon falling and shattering.
Eun Woon-saeng brushed off his hand.
Then he walked toward the shattered window and gazed downward.
There, an intense battle between Myo Rim and Sang Chun was unfolding.
Sang Chun raised his sword.
His momentum erupted explosively.
Ten Thousand Ascending Dragon Sword Ultimate Technique.
Heavenly Dragon Ascending to Heaven Formation.
A colossal dragon form erupted from the blade. No—it was dozens of dragons.
His ultimate technique, which bore the meaning of ten thousand dragons soaring toward the heavens.
Dozens of dragons forged from sword energy surged toward Myo Rim.
“You dare challenge a Heaven-Human Realm master?”
With Myo Rim’s savage words, his physical form vanished from that spot.
Screech—!
There was only a single, decisive slash.
All the dragon forms were bisected cleanly in half.
And beyond them, Sang Chun, still in his sword-wielding stance, was also cut in two.
With a dull thud, his upper body fell to the ground.
Myo Rim silently trampled his head.
Squelch.
After wiping the flesh clinging to his foot against the floor, Myo Rim looked up. His eyes met Eun Woon-saeng’s.
He naturally assumed the Embracing Fist salute and spoke.
“It is done.”
“Your swordsmanship has improved by one technique.”
“You are too kind.”
Eun Woon-saeng chuckled softly and descended to Myo Rim’s side.
“Gate Master.”
“Hmm?”
“I shall go pay the inn owner for the repairs.”
“Go quickly then. We must depart for Cheonsu.”
I had already missed the Alliance Leader’s inauguration ceremony, but I still had to go.
This had occurred ten days before Seol Woon-hwi entered the Cheong Heo Secret Realm.
* * *
Seol Woon-hwi, gazing down from the peak of Mangwol Peak, gathered his thoughts.
Many things had transpired, but what mattered was one thing.
I had to continue moving forward.
I turned my head.
I was about to suggest returning as things were, but I closed my mouth instead.
Manager Seong did the same.
Just as when we had seen Cheong Heo Jinperson in the Secret Realm, Manager Seong drew the Hidden Dagger from his waist.
Boom—!
Something that flew toward us sent his Hidden Dagger spinning skyward.
The dagger was about to embed itself in the ground when it suddenly stopped, then flew upward once more.
My gaze turned toward the sky.
There was a man descending from the heavens with the moon at his back, stepping down as if climbing an invisible staircase.
“A fine Hidden Dagger indeed.”
Geum Mu-jeok, the Resonance Sword Master.
As the Blood Heaven Middle Emperor of the Origin Blood Sect during the era when I unified the Murim, I had rarely spoken of those days.
Among the martial artists of the present age, there are not many practitioners of Primordial Sole Existence, nor are there many who have mastered Great Void Formless or Dao Transformation Authority.
But everything changes after ten years.
The current Era of Great Peace comes to an end, and plague and war erupt—a true age of warfare unfolds, where death and killing reign supreme.
At that time, the Murim will face a great upheaval as martial artists of the Five Realms of Martial God pour forth in abundance.

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