The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 60

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 60
The Upper Realm was broadly divided into the Immortal Celestial Realm and the Demon Immortal Realm.
However, these two regions were not completely severed as if cut by a blade.
There existed three colossal supercontinents that served as bridges connecting the two worlds.
The Dao Yuan Realm and the Cang Qiong Realm.
And finally, the Gui Yi Continent itself.
On those three continents, not a day passed without Immortals and Demon Cultivators slaughtering one another to seize resources.
[Help me!]
On the Gui Yi Continent, after making examples of a few arrogant Immortal bastards and beating them to death,
the Celestial Great Sage, who had proclaimed his domain and was now deploying his avatars to acquire resources,
that thunder-wielding golden ape from mythology itself—
Sun Wukong opened his eyes that had been closed.
And there, reflected in his blazing, fiery eyes of golden brilliance, appeared one unmistakably clear visage.
“Haha, this time I absolutely won’t let it slip away.”
Sun Wukong immediately extended his right arm.
Normally, even riding his natal treasure and spirit-level artifact, the Cloud of Somersault, he would need to fly without rest for several weeks to reach the Dongseung Divine State from here.
But Sun Wukong paid no heed to such distances, exercising his power without the slightest hesitation.
Crack—
An overwhelming force that manifests the impossible into reality.
That absolute dominion.
Transcending even the stage of Yao Huang, reaching the supreme tier where even Demon Stars dare not raise their heads.
The Demon Sovereign grade.
In the Immortal Celestial Realm, called a natural disaster tier—immeasurable,
a monster beyond classification.
The Celestial Great Sage, the Golden Monkey.
Sun Wukong extended his right arm and immediately grasped something.
Crackle—
From the life form clutched in his hand came the frantic beating of a struggling heart, accompanied by that all-too-familiar, unmistakable absolute terror.
“An Interferer.”
Pop—
And that was that.
The descended form of the Interferer, clearly of phoenix lineage,
burst like a mosquito within his palm, its fragile body obliterated.
Sun Wukong then
gazed down with interest at the human kneeling on the ground with one eye closed, collapsed in place.
“So it really is human. And nothing more than a Young Human of barely ten years old?”
Had such a young creature truly sent him a ‘voice’ that reached him?
It was unbelievable.
The difference in grade is absolute.
And they didn’t even share the same bloodline.
The disparity between individuals was so starkly evident.
“How so?”
The Kid, who had been listening to that question, knelt on the ground with both arms hanging limply at his sides.
He gazed upward at the sky for a moment, his expression one of bewilderment.
Then, suddenly, his face brightened with excitement as he spoke.
“Hehehehe, unbelievable. So the Earth Spirit King wasn’t actually Vargas after all. But this one is far stronger than that fool. Do all the Spirit Kings in this world possess such tangible forms? This is driving me mad! What a magnificent world this is!”
Sun Wukong tilted his head, closing one eye.
Then he noticed the Kid’s arms dangling as if they had been severed.
“Ah, has the pain driven you senseless?”
The young creature continued to laugh like a madman, giggling incessantly.
Blood dripped from his mouth as he laughed without pause, a deranged creature lost in mirth.
Sun Wukong flicked his fingers, restoring the Kid’s arms to their original state.
As if time itself were rewinding.
The droplets of blood that had spilled onto the ground rose into the air and were reabsorbed.
The muscles and tendons that had been sharply severed, exposing their crimson cross-sections, knitted themselves back together as one.
The bones fused naturally as well.
The skin recovered with the suppleness of a newborn’s.
All of it transpired in but a single instant.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
“Now then, shall we have ourselves a proper conversation, human? This Great Sage has many questions for you.”
Sun Wukong settled himself leisurely in the Cave Base as he spoke.
The impudent young human before him swung his arms a few times and replied.
“I feel the same way. Earth Spirit King.”
Now that he thought about it, that creature had scattered the ‘voice’ of the Earth Spirit King in all directions before as well.
At that time, the voice had been too faint and weak for me to capture it in time, and I hadn’t understood its meaning.
But now was different.
“So when you speak of the Earth Spirit King, you’re referring to a ruler of earth or metal attributes? It’s quite a fitting title.”
Sun Wukong paused here and let out a soft chuckle before.
Opening a spatial portal, he withdrew his right arm that had been extended and spoke again.
“Of course, this Great Sage is not confined to mere attributes such as those, but it’s a rather keen analysis nonetheless. Tell me—has my origin become known to the humans of the Lower Realm?”
Ilhyang touched Geumok’s tail as she trembled in utter terror.
He drew a small bottle from his pouch and brought it to his lips.
Gulp, gulp—
He drained the clear stone oil he had brought from the Lower Realm, replenishing the mana and thirst of his weakened heart.
Then he answered the question.
“I know nothing about you. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you.”
Sun Wukong furrowed his brow.
This was precisely why I disliked conversing with humans.
They lied far too easily.
“That cannot be. If you didn’t know me, you couldn’t have sent your voice to me. Didn’t you send your voice to me before? And just now as well? You were desperately seeking me out, were you not?”
Ilhyang gazed up at the enormous beast’s eyes, suspended in the sky like a second sun, and let out a low chuckle before responding.
“A misunderstanding. I wasn’t searching for you in the first place. I was simply looking for my friend. Vargas, the Earth Mother Primordial Spirit King. Unfortunately, it seems he doesn’t exist in this world.”
Sun Wukong raised his hand to his chin, stroking it thoughtfully as he nodded.
“Now that you mention it, that strange name did remind me of when you were searching for the Great King. Like a child who’d lost its mother, your voice was so pitiful that my heart ached, and I spent considerable time searching for you. I can’t even fathom how much cultivation power I expended in the process.”
For some reason, detecting the faint playfulness woven through the other’s voice, Ilhyang suddenly recalled the image of an old friend.
Vargas, the Earth Mother Primordial Spirit King.
A golden lion with a magnificent flowing mane.
That arrogant companion who had shared life and death with me throughout eternity, my blood-sworn brother, and my family.
Memories of him flickered across my mind’s eye, and an inexplicable sadness began to cloud my thoughts.
It truly seemed he did not exist in this world.
I had suspected as much, albeit vaguely.
Yet confirming the absence of my only friend in this manner—I could not hide the sting in my heart.
Still, clinging to a faint hope, I asked.
“Is there perhaps another Earth Mother Primordial Spirit King in this world besides you?”
“Hmm, an Earth Mother Primordial Spirit King, you say? Well, I suppose the flower woman called the Earth Mother Primordial Spirit or that Xuanwu turtle might come close? Though of course, their ranks are far beneath the Great King.”
“I see…”
Sun Wukong answered the Kid’s question readily enough, yet suddenly felt something strange stirring within him.
Ordinarily, he would never respond to anyone with such kindness.
His nature was inherently fiery, and he had little patience for unnecessary conversation.
Moreover, he rarely experienced emotional turbulence, and he despised wasting time with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
Yet toward this Kid, he found himself inexplicably gentle.
Even this meaningless exchange itself brought him genuine joy.
‘This is strange.’
The moment he recognized this fact.
The Celestial Great Sage Sun Wukong gently caressed his own head, running his hand across it.
Could it be.
By some infinitesimal chance.
That this young one had employed some mental technique on him?
And yet.
‘There is clearly no technique at work. So why? There is no reason.’
Even now, an inexplicable affection toward the Kid filled him completely.
A desire to tease him, perhaps, or to play tricks on him?
Caught in the grip of violent emotional upheaval he himself could not comprehend.
Sun Wukong, without conscious thought, suddenly opened the eye he had been keeping sealed.
He severed all connections.
It was somewhat absurd, but.
In this moment.
The ‘affliction’ that could only be felt when crossing the boundary had arrived.
“Truly… incomprehensible. What exactly is that human?”
The Celestial Great Sage Sun Wukong’s face twisted in consternation.
This kind of emotional turbulence was something Sun Wukong had never experienced throughout his long existence as a demon.
It felt as though I had stumbled upon half of my own heart—a half I never even knew existed.
‘For a human? Me?’
How could such turmoil be possible when they weren’t even of the same Blood Clan?
While Sun Wukong remained submerged in such profound confusion and contemplation within the cave.
Ilhyang noticed the golden eyes that had blazed across the entire sky vanish in an instant.
Only then could he slowly survey his surroundings.
Remarkably, he could feel the time and space around him warping and bending before rapidly restoring themselves.
“Insane.”
That creature from moments ago was definitely not Vargas.
Yet I had received unexpected aid of tremendous magnitude.
The moment of that assistance remained vivid before my eyes.
‘Space suddenly tore open….’
When a colossal arm belonging to a giant with golden fur materialized before me.
Ilhyang believed he was witnessing a most peculiar lantern of the dying—a vision at the threshold of death.
Regardless, the golden arm that appeared so abruptly seized Yao Huang’s incarnate form and obliterated it.
Like a child destroying a toy.
With such effortless ease.
The pleas that Yao Huang’s incarnate form had wailed remained crystal clear in my ears.
[W-why has the great Celestial Great Sage descended to such a remote region! I am but a pitiful, insignificant little bird! I beseech your mercy….]
The creature that had been so arrogant and boastful toward me.
Now reduced to begging with such abject degradation, almost shrieking.
Yao Huang—a monster that dominated an entire continent—rendered utterly insignificant, like a firefly before the sun. The overwhelming disparity in power was absolute.
‘That being must surely exist at a level above the Spirit King.’
Could it be divine then?
Did such a thing as a Spirit God actually exist?
If it did, judging by the power I witnessed moments ago, it would be among the higher gods, wouldn’t it?
“Tch. How frustrating.”
Ilhyang harbored slight regret now.
Back when I had visited the Heavenly Realm from the Seven Continents long ago.
I had only encountered Aonia the Goddess there.
I should have explored the Heavenly Realm more thoroughly, even if it meant enduring the Goddess’s reproach.
After this brief moment of regret.
Ilhyang decided to continue waiting for that being called the [Celestial Great Sage].
Since I had received a favor, I would repay it.
Or else I would incur a debt that needed settling.
Yet for some reason, that gaze from the sky never returned, no matter how long I waited.
Just moments before, that gaze had been so distinctly scrutinizing every fiber of my being.
Now it was nowhere to be found.
As if deliberately concealing itself.
At that moment.
Something caught Ilhyang’s senses.

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