The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 388

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 388
The moon hangs in the sky.
A moon, pale and tinged with blue, floated in the void, and though dark clouds filled the heavens, such things could not block its light.
The moonlight illuminating the ground in scattered patches was vivid and clear.
Watching it, I gathered my scattered thoughts.
‘This is…’
A dream. I recognized it immediately. That distinctive sensation tickled my soul. I looked around. It was an unfamiliar place.
It appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary plain with forest, yet it was somewhere I did not know.
Which meant…
‘This must be someone else’s dream.’
For me to manifest a space I did not know so vividly meant it was the phantom of another person.
Who could it be? Whose dream was this?
As I wondered and continued to look around.
“Do you know what it means to become the moon?”
A familiar voice came from below. My gaze shifted of its own accord. There was a rock where moonlight did not reach. Upon that large rock, I could see two figures sitting.
One of them was…
‘The old man.’
It was unmistakably Yoo Cheon-gil. The difference was that he appeared to be around twenty years old. I could tell this was Yoo Cheon-gil in his youth.
And the other was…
‘…Who is that?’
I could not see clearly. As if shrouded in mist, the figure was darkly obscured, its form unreal.
‘Has memory become distorted?’
Perhaps it was an issue with Yoo Cheon-gil’s memory. If this was his dream, then only he would appear so vivid.
“The moon is ascension. When night falls, it never sets and shines with light, and even when day comes, it will rise again elsewhere.”
“Is that what the moon is?”
The Black Figure’s voice was also distorted, making it somewhat difficult to understand.
“So you wish to become the moon?”
At the words about always rising, always ascending, Yoo Cheon-gil shook his head.
“Half is right, half is wrong.”
“What is wrong? The ascending?”
“There is nothing more tiresome than always being aloft. A person must rest when it is time to rest.”
“That is a confusing statement.”
Clink. Two wine cups at the center of the rock. He fills them with liquor.
“Then what is your reason for wishing to become the moon?”
“Is it not beautiful?”
“Hmm?”
Yoo Cheon-gil gazes at the sky and smiles. Seeing this, I flinched. For a moment, it felt as though he was looking at me.
It was not. Yoo Cheon-gil was gazing at the crescent moon behind me.
“That which rises there, simply because it is beautiful. If I could capture that light with my blade, would that not be sufficient? Or perhaps…”
Yoo Cheon-gil paused for a moment before continuing.
“How beautiful it would be to contain the moon itself within my body. Don’t you find yourself anticipating it?”
“I suppose.”
To embody the moon within my flesh.
Hearing those words, the figure that came to mind was Wol Cheon.
‘…The emanation of qi.’
Wol Cheon’s qi felt as though moonlight itself dwelled within his body.
The blade of the Cheongwol Sect that Yoo Cheon-gil had created or transformed also naturally evoked the image of the moon.
I began to dimly comprehend his aspiration to become the moon.
“It matters not if you fail to understand. How could an ordinary person grasp such things?”
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with a chuckling laugh, his tone carrying mockery and jest.
Yet the figure showed no particular reaction to his words.
“Indeed, that is my nature. But tell me—what is it that you desire?”
“Hmm.”
At those words, the figure gazed into the void. Did this being also wish to behold the moon? The moment I entertained that thought—
“…!!”
My body went rigid. It was not the moon. Yoo Cheon-gil had gazed upon the moon, but this was different.
This was—
‘Looking at me.’
It was precisely targeting me. The crimson eyes contained within the figure were fixed upon me.
‘…Crimson eyes?’
Gazing upon those eyes, I could discern what the figure truly was.
“I am—”
A familiar manner of speech. At those words, the black figure gradually took on form.
“Heaven.”
The Celestial Demon.
This being had been the Celestial Demon in youth, and in grasping this, I belatedly realized my own misunderstanding.
‘This is—’
Not Yoo Cheon-gil’s dream.
This is—
‘…The Celestial Demon’s dream.’
Astonishingly, it was the Celestial Demon’s dream.
A dream the Celestial Demon was showing me.
Now that I had finally perceived this, the Celestial Demon smiled as though I had been seen through, and spoke.
“I shall become heaven.”
The emotion contained in those words made my heart tremble. How could one be so filled with conviction and faith?
When the voice carries the soul, it speaks of sincerity itself.
Such presence existed in Yoo Cheon-gil’s voice as well, yet the Celestial Demon possessed something far greater.
Moreover—
‘Those words.’
I understood they were spoken as though meant for me alone to hear.
My expression darkens. Is it the heavens?
While I’m processing this thought.
The Celestial Demon raises his hand. He points his index finger at me.
“Now, get up.”
The moment that index finger flicks lightly.
Shing—!
“…!”
My throat is cut.

* * *
“Gasp….”
I regain consciousness. I stagger to my feet.
“Ugh….”
My entire body aches. My head throbs painfully. I have to grip my forehead and struggle to clear my mind.
‘What a damnable dream.’
The dream shown by the Celestial Demon. That unlucky and unpleasant sensation lingers in my body even after it ends.
“…What is he trying to do?”
I look at the Divine Sword. The Celestial Demon doesn’t respond. I hold back a sigh.
I shake my head several times and speak into the empty air.
“Old Man…. How much time has passed….”
I naturally try to ask Yoo Cheon-gil, assuming he would be here.
“Huh?”
I look around and realize it. Yoo Cheon-gil is gone too. Where did he disappear to this time?
“Where the hell did he go again.”
He always vanishes like this—there’s nothing I can say about it.
Groaning, I manage to get to my feet first. But.
Stagger!
“Ugh!?”
I lose my balance as I’m rising. Something feels wrong.
‘What is this.’
I carefully get to my feet again. Only after standing completely do I understand what this strange sensation is.
‘The height is different.’
Everything appears higher than what I normally see.
Realizing this, I look down.
“Huh.”
The length of my clothes is different. My pants are too short. The moment I see this, I touch my entire body.
As I feel around here and there, I can assess the state of my muscles and the shape of my bones more quickly.
“…This is.”
It’s unmistakable.
My body has grown larger. At the same time, I open my eyes wide and circulate my energy through my body.
Whoooosh—!!!
“…!!”
The moment I circulated my energy, I understood.
“…The quality of my qi has changed.”
The essence flowing through my meridians felt far heavier and denser.
But it didn’t end there.
I could sense a subtle yin energy woven throughout, and the sensation brushing against my lower dantian was entirely different from before.
‘It’s stable.’
Unlike before, when extracting qi and its flow around my body had been somewhat unstable.
Now it flowed with remarkable stability. Had my qi increased? It seemed like it, but the difference wasn’t particularly noticeable.
Still, it didn’t matter.
‘No…. Whether it increased or not isn’t what’s important.’
Quantity wasn’t the issue. What mattered now was something else.
‘Quality.’
The fundamental level of the qi I possessed had become entirely different.
Could the quality of qi really change this drastically?
My heart raced. Could it be?
‘Rebirth of bones and marrow.’
Had my physical growth and increased qi truly been the fruits of successfully achieving rebirth of bones and marrow?
I hurriedly looked around. There was a water’s edge nearby. I went there to examine my reflection.
“…Oh.”
I gasped in admiration.
“I look handsome.”
Looking at my own face, I marveled for the first time in a long while. I had always been confident in my appearance.
“My skin is so smooth and radiant.”
My skin had become noticeably fairer, and my hair gleamed with lustrous shine.
My face, which had lacked masculine presence as a weakness, now bore more defined features.
At this level.
‘I might even rival my Father in appearance.’
Comparable to that man who had conquered the world with his face alone.
I nodded at the unmistakable transformation of my appearance.
It seemed like a favorable change. Then.
“Hmm?”
I frowned. A foul stench wafted from somewhere. Could it be?
Sniff sniff.
I lifted my sleeve and smelled it.
“Ugh!”
The source was here. The stench was coming from me.
“What is this smell?”
It was a stench I had never encountered in my life. Seongheon’s knowledge came to mind.
‘So this is the aftermath of the Rebirth of Bones and Marrow.’
They said that when one underwent the Rebirth of Bones and Marrow, all the waste and corrupted energy in the body would flow out—and it seemed to have clung to my body and clothes in the process.
This was troublesome. I wasn’t particularly fastidious by nature, but this was excessive.
I immediately washed it away with water. The cold was biting, but the stench was unbearable if left alone.
My entire body was drenched. I had already stripped away the upper half of my martial robes—they were beyond salvaging.
“My height… it seems I’ve grown about half a span taller.”
Not quite to the level of those called Giants, but the growth was undeniable.
I had truly succeeded in the Rebirth of Bones and Marrow. The muscles throughout my body were far more defined.
I was admiring my newfound agility and strength when—
‘But where did that old man go?’
After going to such lengths, where had he disappeared to? Off to investigate something else again?
I scratched my cheek.
‘…He’ll show up on his own, I suppose.’
When had that old man ever acted according to anyone else’s wishes?
So this time too, he must have done what needed doing and wandered off somewhere.
That’s what I thought.
“…Well then.”
I couldn’t stay here indefinitely, so I should head back.
With that decision made, I began descending the mountain.
But then…
“…Is it really alright to go down like this?”
Could I really descend in this current state?
A sudden worry flickered through my mind.

* * *
Whoooosh—!!!
The wind swept past. I descended the mountain lightly. Worrisome as it was, I couldn’t avoid going down.
So I made my way down the mountain.
‘This is easy?’
The very mountain I had struggled so hard to climb yesterday descended with remarkable ease.
Of course, descending is naturally easier.
‘But the feeling is different.’
My body felt far lighter. What had required channeling Wol Cheon before now came effortlessly with just my body alone.
Thump.
I arrived in an instant. It was the very place where I had emerged from the Cheonwol Gate.
I glanced around cautiously. I wondered if anyone might see me.
‘Back then, Yoo Cheon-gil kept watch for me.’
Now I had no idea where this old man had gone. If I moved carelessly, my secret departure and return would be discovered.
With that thought, I heightened my perception as much as possible. To sense any presence nearby.
I felt nothing immediately. Relieved, I stepped forward.
Then.
Boom.
“…!”
I instinctively drew my blade.
The Divine Sword emerged as sword energy surged forth. The blade wrapped in Moonlight Descent blocked the left void.
Crash—!!!
A violent impact arrived. My feet lifted from the ground. My vision warped. My airborne body shot backward at tremendous speed.
I didn’t collapse. Using the balance I barely maintained, I brought my feet back to the ground.
콰가가가가가각—!!!
I killed my momentum through friction.
“…Ugh….”
What is this situation the moment I arrive? What was that just now? My body tensed as I tried to regain my stance.
“I was mistaken.”
The voice came from directly behind me.
I turned around in shock, and behind me stood.
“I thought you were an intruder.”
Wol Seon-geom.
“It was you.”
“…Moonju.”
He wore a rare expression of considerable surprise.

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