The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 58

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 58
I never imagined I’d have to deploy Calamity Reversal this quickly.
I’d even planned to accumulate power for a long time with [Special-Grade Calamity Reversal].
Yet here I was, forced to use it like this.
‘So this is what the Upper Realm is truly like. Once I descend to the Lower Realm, I’ll need to keep a low profile for a while.’
Ilhyang’s thoughts ended there.
From the seal on his right arm, teal-colored mana erupted, ravenously devouring everything around it in a violent frenzy.
Even Ilhyang could no longer contain it.
[Grrrrrrr—]
[Screeeech—!]
Cheongpung-eung’s Royal Palace, his very nest.
It transformed instantly into a colossal slaughterhouse.
Demon beasts with pierced skulls and burst hearts littered every direction.
[How dare you… How dare you!]
Cheongpung-eung swung his arms at the emerald cloud consuming his kin as it descended upon him, then his face twisted in anguish.
The moment pure white mist touched that green cloud.
It melted away like snowballs exposed to sunlight.
‘Devouring divine techniques wholesale? What manner of sorcery is this?’
In the brief moment he hesitated at this sudden calamity.
His beloved concubines and children were stripped of life in an instant.
They crumpled to the ground like discarded dolls.
Cheongpung-eung was forced to witness the magnificent palace he’d painstakingly constructed over eons riddled with gaping holes, reduced to ruins.
In that moment, Cheongpung-eung understood he had to choose.
Though he couldn’t fathom what that sorcery was.
If he couldn’t stop it, he would die here.
And it wouldn’t end with mere death—he’d become nothing but a resource for that cursed human, feeding the foundation of his growth.
‘I won’t allow that fate.’
Cheongpung-eung’s decision, made in a fleeting instant while tears of blood streamed down his face, was absolute.
Without hesitation, he drove his arm toward his own heart.
And then.
[Crack—!]
Ilhyang’s eyes widened at this sudden, desperate act.
In that brief span, Cheongpung-eung tore out his own dantian, raised both arms skyward, and shrieked in anguish.
[Ahhh! Mother Sky above! Here stands your inadequate child, desperately beseeching your mercy! I offer you this worthy sacrifice, so I implore you—show compassion and look upon your son! Vanquish his enemy!]
“This is….”
Every hair on my body stood on end.
Ilhyang staggered upright and moved his arms urgently.
He attempted to use magic to interrupt that creature’s prayer.
But his body wouldn’t respond properly.
The backlash from forcibly dismantling the Mental World he’d constructed was arriving belatedly.
My vision grew hazy, and sounds seemed to fade into the distance.
Yet I couldn’t afford to remain idle in this situation.
Right before my eyes, Cheongpung Eung was offering his own body as a sacrifice to summon something.
For a great demon beast of Cheongpung Eung’s caliber to expend his entire life force while casting a self-sacrifice incantation—
What kind of technique was he attempting?
As I forced my eyes to focus through the haze, the form of Geumok, draped around my neck, began to tremble violently.
[W-we have to run…! We need to get away from here as far as possible…!]
Geumok’s raw, unfiltered terror flooded through my mind in chaotic waves.
I absorbed that vivid color of fear and forced myself to retreat backward with all my strength.
Regardless, pulling back now was the correct decision.
But then.
[Screeeech—]
The verdant cloud I had conjured and hurled.
The so-called [Premium Borrowed Technique] finally engulfed Cheongpung Eung, who had been closing his eyes in prayer.
And simultaneously.
[Booooom—]
Cheongpung Eung’s Nest.
Within the vast cavern.
The sky suddenly tore open.
* * *
[An interruption during my cultivation is rarely welcome. Even if it concerns a child I have been observing with interest.]
I watched with measured composure as the verdant cloud before me—the [Premium Borrowed Technique]—crumpled and transformed into a small sphere.
The Cheongpung Eung standing before me was no longer the same entity from moments before.
Just now.
A massive aperture had torn through the ceiling of the Cliff Palace, and something had ‘descended’ into Cheongpung Eung’s form amid a blinding pillar of light.
The once-cold, severe countenance of Cheongpung Eung had transformed into something distinctly feminine.
The entity that had descended into Cheongpung Eung’s body moved with the graceful, effortless gait of a mountain breeze, stepping lightly across the ground.
With the verdant sphere held in her palm, she crushed it.
[Crackle—]
[Bloodline is truly mysterious, is it not? A child I have never laid eyes upon, and yet I have descended personally in exchange for such a meager toll. It seems that no matter how distant the blood relation, blood remains blood. What are your thoughts?]
“I agree. The fact that you so readily indulge such whining speaks volumes. Shouldn’t one of her age be capable of managing her own affairs by now?”
To my blunt retort, the Demon Sovereign Gucheon Cheongran, now wearing Cheongpung Eung’s form, narrowed her eyes slightly.
Despite my having deduced her identity, my momentum remained undiminished.
Gucheon Cheongran.
In ages past, when the boundary between the Lower Realm and Upper Realm remained unclear.
She was a legendary divine beast—a great demon of the phoenix bloodline.
She commanded the five great continents that comprised the Demon Immortal Realm.
Among them, she wielded dominion over the entire Dongseung Divine State through her bloodline authority.
She is the five great continents that make up the Demon Cultivation Realm.
Among them, it was a great demon that could exercise bloodline dominance over the entire Dongseung Divine State.
She smiled enigmatically as she watched the human respond to her words with such boldness.
[Indeed, your skills are quite impressive. Yet strangely, your realm appears hazy to me? I cannot discern what technique you employ, but it seems serviceable. However, even being generous, it should amount to nothing more than a decisive strike. Hmm, to think you could corner a Demon King-class child with merely that. I find myself quite curious about which family you hail from.]
Cheongpung Eung.
No—Gucheon Cheongran’s descent form maintained that expression of intrigue.
She approached Ilhyang with a smile like a child who had discovered an amusing toy.
The demon beasts collapsed or half-dead near her feet held no interest for her.
As she trampled over the corpses of her own kind and advanced forward, Ilhyang naturally retreated, widening the distance between them.
[Do not be afraid. I possess a hobby of collecting human Celestial Watchers and raising them in a pasture. There is no need for you to worry overmuch about your life. I merely fear you might break something from pointless resistance.]
“Your words flow eloquently. But I’m curious about one thing—the humans in your pasture. Are their bodies intact?”
At Ilhyang’s sharp question, Gucheon Cheongran’s eyes curved like a crescent moon for a moment.
[What a perceptive inquiry. Unfortunately, human eyes are such a delicacy that I had no choice but to extract them all. I must also pay my respects to my master, so I had to yield the most delicious portions.]
“Ha… you certainly have a refined way of saying you’ll gouge out their eyes.”
That creature.
If my former Disciple Lian had heard it, he would have quite appreciated such eloquent vocabulary.
The manner of imperial nobility—glossing over crucial matters or glossing past them carelessly.
And that was precisely the speech pattern Ilhyang despised most.
‘If I open the Door now, can I escape from that thing?’
My body was in terrible condition.
Even so, opening the Door would not be difficult.
The problem was that I would have no time to step through after opening it.
‘That creature would never allow it.’
That monster approaching before my eyes, walking as leisurely as if taking a morning stroll.
How exactly should I deal with this?
Even at a glance, I could feel the overwhelming difference in power.
No matter what tricks I employed, a gap of this magnitude meant I could only be crushed by raw force.
‘Tsk, I should have killed it during the transformation.’
Who would have imagined it would offer its own inner core to attempt a descent into the physical body?
I should have attacked regardless of the cost.
How could I have anticipated something like a bloodline descent?
Ilhyang felt belated regret wash over me.
But truthfully, until just moments ago, I had been enduring the backlash from dismantling the Mental World with my entire body, so there was genuinely nothing I could have done.
Then the approaching creature suddenly stopped in place.
It gazed up at the gaping sky and smiled.
[Hehe, you would not know, but I gave Cheongpung Eung its name. Upon receiving the first offering that creature made, I was so pleased that I bestowed it. Such a devoted creature, coming to visit and pay respects. Yet to think it would die so easily. My heart aches terribly.]
“Wipe that smile off your face before spouting such nonsense.”
[Hehehehe, truly lacking in empathy, are you? Each time I touch you, you thrash about so vigorously—it is delightful.]
Ilhyang tensed completely.
The fact that the creature had stopped advancing and remained in place was itself a bad omen, I judged.
Indeed.
[Regrettably, time is too limited, so I shall simply sever your limbs. Go ahead—try to catch them with your life on the line.]
Ilhyang realized that at some point, the trembling from Geum-ok around his neck had ceased.
Geum-ok was now.
Completely rigid from terror, her body locked in place.
He could understand it.
The opponent was Demon Emperor rank.
In other words, a monster beyond the Incarnation stage.
[Whissssh—]
Sure enough, enormous feathers from some colossal wing shot toward Ilhyang’s limbs.
He couldn’t fathom a way to evade those feathers that came hurtling in without a sound.
And if he took a direct hit, his limbs would be severed, and he’d be captured into that creature’s Farm.
He’d be left grazing there, neither dead nor alive, his eyes gouged out.
‘Am I really going to die like this? Me?’
Had he been too careless about matters in the Upper Realm?
Had he let his guard down?
No, such things were merely secondary concerns.
It was unreasonable to account for every unpredictable variable before proceeding.
This was simply an accident.
So he had to find a way out of this crisis immediately.
He had to grasp at whatever thread of salvation existed.
So Ilhyang thought desperately.
Dividing a single second into ten thousand fragments.
He racked his mind with burning intensity, calculating every possible escape route or counterattack option available in this very moment.
So in that instant, he attempted various strategies.
‘Help me, you damned bastards.’
Those connected to his soul from that other world.
Anyone would do.
If they could just help him escape this imminent crisis.
Then.
[Splurch—]
The moment Ilhyang felt a dull ache across both shoulders.
A predator’s distinctive ecstasy bloomed in Demon Emperor Gucheon Cheongran’s eyes.
The crimson cross-section where flesh had been severed and blood welled up.
Soundless.
And therefore all the more vivid.
A human’s faint scream echoed in her ears.
Now she just needed to approach and wrap him up prettily.
The situation shifted dramatically at that exact moment.

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