The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 418

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 418
“….”
I opened my eyes. Gasping for breath, I pushed myself upright.
My back was drenched in sweat again. Swaying slightly, I gripped my forehead.
“Haa….”
I turned my head. Sunlight still streamed through the window. The chirping of birds announced that another cursed day had passed.
Looking at that, I glanced elsewhere.
“Where is this old man?”
I stared with irritation seeping through, yet strangely, Yoo Cheon-gil was nowhere to be seen.
“…He’s not here?”
My expression twisted sharply. The final moments of the spirit dream returned to me—those words spoken by thirty-year-old Yoo Cheon-gil.
‘This insane old man.’
The thirty-one-year-old Yoo Cheon-gil was actually the one I knew. That bastard had been pretending not to recognize me all along.
‘Without my knowing?’
Was such a thing even possible? It was terrifying that he’d used spirit techniques I hadn’t noticed, but it was real.
How was it possible? He could deceive my eyes, but he shouldn’t be able to deceive my very soul.
Even if I’d set up barriers to block myself. Even if Yoo Cheon-gil himself was a general-rank spirit, this should have been nearly impossible.
Yet he’d accomplished it.
“Ha.”
No wonder he was so damnably strong. Even if Yoo Cheon-gil at thirty was formidable, I’d reached a point where I thought there was no answer, wondering what to do.
‘If he was doing it himself.’
That part made a certain sense. Irritating as it was.
The problem was.
“Where did he go?”
Yoo Cheon-gil was nowhere to be found. That infuriated me most.
After showing his true form like that, where did this bastard disappear to? If he was already going to confess everything, he might as well show himself. What scheme is he plotting now? And what did he say again?
-You’ll find this matter exceedingly pleasing.
“Find it pleasing?”
What could possibly be pleasing about this? Gripping my throbbing head, I stood up.
“Ha.”
I exhaled sharply. Yoo Cheon-gil truly was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t sense him either. Which meant.
‘Is he inside my body?’
Whether he’s in that spirit dream or doing something else entirely, I couldn’t tell. Is this lunatic truly mad?
‘Even if he were joking.’
I had no idea how to handle this deranged old man. What infuriated me more was.
“…I need to go before I forget.”
I was heading to the Training Hall to practice what I’d learned there again.

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Whoooosh—!!!
I sliced through the air with my blade. I felt it cutting cleanly through the wind. And then.
‘…My body’s condition.’
Still far from ideal. The aftereffects of the martial competition lingered. Perhaps it was like severe muscle soreness? That’s exactly what I was feeling.
“Tsk.”
I exhaled a sigh. My body screamed in protest, yet absurdly, moving the blade posed no difficulty.
That’s why.
‘…I’ll continue.’
I moved the blade I gripped tightly.
I couldn’t come to the Training Hall. Attention was being drawn to me from all directions, and I’d destroyed the Training Hall more than once, so I had to find a place as sparse of people as possible.
‘That’s why I’m here.’
Midway up the mountain of the Cheongwol Sect. It was around the area where Yoo Cheon-gil had planted the spirit herbs. It was a place with virtually no people, and there was an open field convenient for training.
Whoooosh—!!!
I swung my blade there.
Blade force manifested. The Moonlight Sword Technique emitted moonlight in broad daylight.
Not yet.
Crackle crackle crackle—!!!!
I immediately cast Wol Cheon. It was a prerequisite condition for using Daewol.
Moonlight Sword Technique and Wol Cheon. And the opening of Wol-an.
I recalled that, and just as I was about to execute what I’d learned.
‘At this point.’
Before casting Daewol, I moved along a different pathway. Normally I should have cast Wolrang, and this time it was correct too, but.
‘Rather than Wolrang.’
I lowered it slightly. I’d mastered what I learned from the Cheongwol Sect Sword.
Larger than that.
Smaller than that.
That was Wol Cheon’s greatest problem.
‘The range and motion are too broad.’
Wolrang was a single strike technique. It had casting time and couldn’t be used lightly. But this blade was different.
Whoosh!
A swift crescent moon was drawn across the sky. It resembled Wolrang but was far lighter and faster to cast. Even if the power was lower, it appeared to be a blade worthy of being called a sword strike.
Thus, the second strike. The third strike.
Yawol also changed to merely a downward slash. I continued moving the blade. Each time I did, I felt it. The things Yoo Cheon-gil had taught me were strangely similar to these sword strikes now.
‘It’s easy.’
Now that I realized it, it was easy. Was it because I’d already learned Yoo Cheon-gil’s variations more heavily and powerfully?
Even as I continued moving the blade, that was all I could think.
That the blade fit my body strangely well and comfortably.
Then, on the fifth strike following the fourth.
Screeeech!!
“….”
The fifth strike. I stopped just before unleashing Daewol. I didn’t summon it. I simply gazed down at my hand.
I felt a tremor. If I had used it as is, would Daewol have shattered? Probably. The sensation of my energy and the state of my body’s movement both suggested it.
I could use it. But I didn’t.
‘This—’
I could sense it intuitively.
‘It’s not for using Daewol.’
It wasn’t meant to conclude at the fifth strike. There was something more.
After all, I had learned seven sword techniques in the library. And more importantly.
‘That place.’
In the place I was thinking of, seven techniques were also necessary, so I couldn’t end things with Daewol.
‘Ah.’
As that thought reached me, my mind grew cold and clear. I felt as though I was beginning to understand something.
‘I see.’
I wiped away the flowing sweat. Somehow, perspiration had already begun to drip. After brushing it away, I sheathed my sword at my waist.
I descended the mountain immediately. My steps were hurried. My destination was a solitary, sparsely visited building.
I entered it and activated Wol-an. The moment I did, the state of the mechanism became visible.
I felt along the wall, then raised my energy. A clicking sound echoed as the floor opened.
I didn’t use the ladder. I moved my feet and descended rapidly, landing lightly.
I headed straight to the final position I could penetrate.
A dim space.
A wall ahead. Before it, seven sword marks had appeared. A blue line visible only to my eyes. Seeing it, I drew my divine blade.
‘Indeed.’
I wasn’t sure if it would work as expected. Would what had blocked me from the sixth strike succeed this time? Thinking this, I moved slowly. Speed wasn’t important. What mattered was precision.
‘The first.’
The first strike had been Wolrang, but this time I employed the sword path I had gained through training.
Slash! The blade cut through. A crescent moon, now far smaller and sharper, grazed the wall and passed. A blue line was drawn at a single point.
‘It works.’
There seemed to be no problem.
The second strike. The third. Without increasing speed, the sword techniques that flew forward gradually accumulated on the wall’s surface.
Passing through four, then five.
‘Focus.’
This was the critical moment. Daewol is a force combined with explosive impact. My energy consumption was enormous, and the momentum that burst at a single point was stronger than necessary. However.
‘Mixed with the Cheongwol Sect Sword, it’s different.’
Mixed with the Cheongwol Sect Sword rather than the technique Yoo Cheon-gil created, it was different.
Is this also Daewol? I’ve never questioned the name. It doesn’t matter.
Shwoooo!
The fifth form. Gwangwol Seomgyeong trembled, and a sound rang out.
Uuuuuung!!
The blade sang. A white sword force mixed with the sound, creating a subtle vibration.
‘Now.’
I drew the blade without scattering the energy I had gathered and accumulated.
Whoooosh!!
I ignored the pressure demanding I release it immediately and cut through.
Tremendous pressure flooded my muscles—the burden spreading through my body to endure this. A white slash, not Daewol. Seeing the blade I had drawn, I immediately prepared the next technique.
‘…Not yet.’
Don’t waver. The path hasn’t ended. The fifth was the path. I thought the blade I saw while looking at Daewol was the end, but there were two more. Now I was certain.
‘This old man Yoo Cheon-gil.’
It seemed he had intended from the start to mix his own sword with the Cheongwol Sect Sword. Otherwise, this result wouldn’t have occurred.
If so.
‘Could it be.’
When Wol Seon-geom said he would open the Cheongrang Society, and I heard he was giving me the chance to open the position of assistant sect leader and the archive—did he foresee this situation then? So he prepared that spirit dream in advance?
So that I, having obtained the sword technique, could train using the spirit dream and touch this blade.
‘If he had laid the groundwork beforehand.’
That’s absolutely insane. It doesn’t make sense that he predicted that far ahead.
‘But this old man….’
Somehow, I felt he really would have done it. It’s absurd.
I gritted my teeth and drew the sixth slash. A diagonal strike. And then.
‘Seven.’
The final seventh sword strike.
Screeeech!!!
I put force into my feet and unleashed the seventh blade.
Whoosh.
It was fast. Even trying to slow my speed, it flew swiftly and cut through the empty air.
Whoooooosh!!
Light burst forth, and a flash erupted.
“….”
In the deeply settled silence.
Thud— Screeeech!
The mechanism began to open.
“Ha.”
So it was correct after all.
Creak creak creak!! The door opens. Seeing the opened door, I steadied my ragged breathing. Whether it was from using the techniques slowly or some other reason, my breathing was heavy. Grasping my heaving chest, I moved forward.
The newly opened secret chamber. I didn’t hesitate about whether to enter or not.
Since Wol-an was illuminating the darkness, I advanced without fear.
What was peculiar was that this secret chamber’s passage was somewhat longer than usual.
“Usually it was immediate once you crossed the wall.”
Why was it so long this time.
Wondering about this, I advanced about halfway through.
Finally, I reached the end. But it was a dead end ahead.
“What is this now?”
Why is the path blocked again? I shake my head. Surely they don’t expect me to do something more here?
I narrow my eyes. Looking through Wol-an, I see a blue light.
Huh. That.
It’s a familiar-looking hole somehow.
“….”
The size of a square. The shape exists in my memory as well. Seeing it, I had a hunch and pulled something from my pocket.
It was the seal I received from Wol Seon-geom. I took it out and fitted it into the hole.
Click.
Surprisingly, it fit perfectly. The size was exact, but the door didn’t open. So I naturally let my energy flow into it. In that moment.
Creeeeak!
With a familiar sound, the door began to open.
Whoosh.
Another opened door. Unlike the clearly dark spaces before, bright light brushed across my eyes.
“Ugh?”
The brightness was strange, so I closed my eyes slightly. After a short while, as the light became familiar, I opened my eyes.
“Huh…?”
I had to wear a dumbfounded expression at the landscape before me.
It was an unexpected sight.

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