The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 567

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 567
Gyemun moved forward, and I followed suit. I pondered what to do about Gwima, but leaving him behind seemed absurd.
‘Already.’
This was the moment I’d deliberately revealed that Gwima was on my side. I couldn’t abandon him now.
So we traveled together.
To begin with, I had no idea where we were headed.
I hadn’t asked. Asking where we were going felt like something that shouldn’t be done.
I needed to maintain the appearance of being captured as much as possible.
‘This is consuming far more energy than I expected. Is this even safe?’
Black hair and crimson eyes. The form I’d altered using Magi was somewhat taxing to maintain for extended periods.
The Celestial Demon’s power had made my body’s mental image more stable, or so I’d heard.
‘Still, Magi is Magi.’
It was equally difficult to maintain for long. The amount of energy required was extraordinary.
‘Just maintaining it drains me.’
It wasn’t easy. The same had been true when using the Celestial Demon Divine Art, but requiring such effort merely to sustain it seemed excessive.
‘Yet I can’t even show signs of strain.’
It was an utterly absurd situation.
I suppressed the sigh threatening to escape and followed Gyemun. He was entering the interior of the Singyeo building.
Then. Gwima’s movements ceased.
-I shall take my leave for now. Heavenly One.
Along with the telepathic message, his presence vanished. Where had he suddenly gone? As I wondered, Gyemun, who had been walking ahead, spoke.
“Inside, there are other Elders and beings of comparable standing. There may be many who could sense Gwima’s presence.”
“So you sent him away.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
I nodded at his words. He was right. Since other Elders were present in Singyeo, Gwima following us would indeed be suspicious.
If there was one thing that puzzled me,
‘Why do all the Eight Demon Fists follow the Young Master?’
Elder Jin and his faction didn’t seem to follow the Young Master unconditionally, yet the Eight Demon Fists were different.
They all followed the Young Master. It was strange.
‘The Eight Demon Fists are symbolic figures themselves. Did the Young Master really recruit all of them?’
Judging by what Elder Jin hadn’t done,
‘It wasn’t that he didn’t.’
He couldn’t. That was more likely. Then what was the reason he couldn’t? As I held this question,
“Suppress your presence.”
Gyemun spoke to me. Hearing that, I channeled my energy. I blocked my existence and cut off the flow of my aura.
The moment I attempted it, Gyemun handed me something. A mask?
“Your appearance stands out. Conceal it.”
I accepted it and fastened it to my body.
What is this place?
‘What kind of place is this?’
A space devoid of anything particularly remarkable. An ordinary building filled with conventional structures.
Gyemun stepped into that place.
Inside were martial artists from other branches of Singyeo. Upon seeing Gyemun, they hurriedly scrambled to offer proper respect.
Gyemun, however, spared them not even a glance.
He simply proceeded forward in silence. Then.
“I greet the Elder.”
Only when reaching the far end did his footsteps halt.
Simultaneously, he withdrew something from his robes.
‘A seal?’
It appeared to be some kind of seal. What was he planning to do with that? Moreover.
‘It has spiritual energy?’
Spiritual energy permeated the object. This was no ordinary item. It was far more than a simple seal.
He drew it out and brought it to the door.
Whirrrclick—! Clang!
The sound of mechanical gears moving within the door echoed out. Upon witnessing this.
“…Elder.”
The one guarding the door spoke to Gyemun while looking at me.
“An outsider….”
“He is my person. Pay it no mind.”
“But—”
“That is an order.”
“…Understood.”
At the firm command, he closed his mouth. With it declared an order, there was nothing more to say.
The martial artist stepped aside, and Gyemun entered through the opened door. I had no choice but to follow.
I proceeded into the interior.
Though the inside was shrouded in darkness, such things became meaningless from the moment I opened my Wol-an.
A staircase came into view. I descended it gradually.
It was quite deep. How far down were we going? Was it even proper to venture into such a secluded place like this?
‘What if he’s simply planning to kill me here?’
Such anxiety surfaced. As I swallowed hard and continued descending.
Thud.
Just before reaching the bottom, Gyemun came to a halt.
There were still more stairs to descend, so why did he stop here? Could it be.
‘Right here?’
Was he about to kill me? As tension surged at this terrifying moment.
“Wait here.”
As Gyemun spoke, he ran his hand along the wall. Not long after.
Crunch.
The wall caved inward. It sank in completely the moment he pressed it. Then.
Crunch, crunch, crunch—!!!
The wall shifted, and an entrance materialized. Could this mechanism also be concealed?
‘It wasn’t visible through Wol-an.’
There were things I’d occasionally glimpsed before, but this time there was nothing. Why would they construct two such mechanisms? What exactly are they hiding?
Only my questions deepened. As I observed this, Gyemun moved first again.
Just as I was about to follow him inside.
Whoooosh—!
“…!”
My body froze.
‘This is.’
My body trembled. It was an overwhelming aura. This was no mere mechanism.
‘Spiritual energy….’
Spiritual energy. And it was saturated with at least upper-tier Deity-level power.
I turned around with startled eyes. They’d sealed such immense spiritual energy behind a single door? I swallowed my astonishment as I stared at the mechanism’s entrance.
‘How is this even possible?’
Even conventional sorcery or talismans would struggle to contain this. This was a moment beyond my comprehension.
“Why aren’t you coming?”
“…I’m coming.”
Gyemun called out impatiently. Hearing him, I followed. The pressure I felt was incomparable to before.
The tension was equally intense. What could possibly be here to emit such spiritual energy?
An upper-tier Deity.
The spiritual energy of something even higher. I sensed no malice. Rather.
‘It’s so pure.’
Pure and ever purer energy. The kind of pristine spiritual essence that only children who died young would typically possess.
‘But the sheer quantity.’
It rivaled Taesan itself. The purity only made the vastness all the more breathtaking. It inspired reverence.
[It doesn’t seem to have been relocated.]
From the Celestial Demon’s words, I intuited that he knew something.
It meant something existed within Singyeo.
Not long after, I reached the end of the staircase.
There was.
“…Ah.”
An ancient tree.
A colossal, vast ancient tree bathed in light from an unknown source.
‘A Sinmok.’
It was unmistakably a Sinmok. Only a Sinmok could emit spiritual energy of this magnitude, and considering that….
‘What is this overwhelming presence?’
Just looking at it made my breath feel twisted. Something like this….
‘I’ve never seen it in my past life….’
Actually, I had. Not never. But that wasn’t an ancient tree—it was a true Deity. Which meant that to possess power of this magnitude, it truly had to be a Deity.
A Deity taking the form of an ancient tree.
True to its name, the most divine of all beings existed here—Sinmok itself.
“What is this?”
“As you can see, it’s a tree.”
Gyemun spoke without concern.
“A colossal ancient tree and the source that the Academy has possessed for ages.”
“….”
“It seems you’ve never heard of it.”
How could I have? That something like this existed beneath Singyeo.
Sinmok had existed in Yoo Cheon-gil’s snack warehouse or whatever it was, and even that alone made me wonder why such a thing existed.
Remarkably, it was here too. And far larger than that one.
“Why have you brought me here?”
At first glance, it was extraordinary. It was sealed off so no one could see it, and the entrance was even locked with a double mechanism.
“To verify something.”
“To verify?”
That was when Gyemun slowly placed his hand on his waist. It seemed he was about to draw his sword. What? Was verification a metaphorical way of saying he’d cut my throat?
Yet I didn’t sense any killing intent.
Shing.
The blade finally unsheathed.
“Draw yours.”
“….”
At those words, I too drew the Divine Sword. I trusted that if there were a problem, the Celestial Demon would have already mentioned it.
As my blade came free, Gyemun flicked his sword. It seemed to mean I should draw it fully as well.
I took my stance. Then.
Clang—!!!
“…!”
Gyemun closed the distance in an instant and struck my blade. I applied force to my grip and didn’t lose it.
More precisely, he applied just enough pressure that I wouldn’t lose it.
Uuuuuuuung.
Simultaneously, the sword resonated. The impact on the Divine Sword caused its resonance to leak out, and following that resonance.
Shhhhhhh—!
The Sinmok suddenly trembled.
‘What?’
Spiritual energy scattered from the Sinmok. It wasn’t merely shaking. The spiritual energy contained within the Sinmok began to pour forth.
And immediately after.
Shhhhhhh—!!!
Energy began to be sucked into the Divine Sword.
This is…?
Throb!
“…!”
Pain surged through me. Agony erupted without warning, threatening to tear the sword from my grip. My veins bulged, and my breathing seized.
‘What the—!’
[Seize your energy.]
The Celestial Demon interjected. The moment I heard those words, I grasped at the flowing currents. I felt something wrapping around my body.
Hummmmm. Hummmmm. Hummmmm.
The Sinmok continued resonating relentlessly.
“…Hah….”
Gyemun reacted upon witnessing this.
“…Truly, that is his blade.”
He seemed to have confirmed something. The confirmation was welcome, but—
‘Damn it—’
The pain was excruciating. The spiritual energy erupting from the Sinmok left me barely conscious. Its essence differed fundamentally from my own.
‘The concentration is far too dense….’
The concentration of spiritual energy exceeded my wildest expectations. Such density flooding in all at once would inevitably strain my vessel.
‘I’m losing it.’
I desperately wanted to appear unaffected, but both the agony and the overwhelming spiritual energy were too formidable.
How could I manage this?
As I bit my lip and barely endured the torment—
“Listen.”
Gyemun approached, looking at me. One wrong move and my suffering would become evident. I was struggling to hold on when—
Jingle.
‘What?’
A bell’s chime echoed from somewhere.
Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.
The Sinmok trembled. Simultaneously, the jingling bells rang out. As if in response, the Sinmok’s movements grew sluggish.
Before long, the agony coursing through me gradually subsided.
“….”
My gaze turned forward. The bell’s chime tickling my ears felt strangely familiar.
Footstep.
Following that came the sound of footsteps. Somewhere, footsteps echoed, and someone approached from the distance.
Footstep.
Emerging from the shadowed space were snow-white feet.
Behind them appeared a woman holding bells.
“….”
Her face was obscured by the cloth veil covering her eyes. The woman who had suddenly appeared looked at Gyemun and me, then spoke.
“We have a guest, it seems.”
“….”
“The Elder has brought someone of great importance.”
“…It has been long, Muwi.”
Muwi.
At those words, I focused my gaze intently on the Woman.
‘…It is.’
I cannot see anything.
Nothing at all.
In other words, this meant.
‘She’s similar to me.’
It also signified that she possessed spiritual abilities on par with my own level.

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