The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 570

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 570
Within Singyeo exists an ancient tree.
It is a spiritual ancient tree called the Divine Tree, and what dwells within it rivals a superior deity.
Rivals? I thought that, then immediately rejected the notion.
“Not rivals… it has already reached that level.”
What is that? Why does such a tree even exist here? The question arose as I emerged from the passage.
“What exactly is that Divine Tree?”
Fortunately, I had someone nearby who could answer my questions, so I asked first.
[It has existed since Singyeo’s very creation.]
Since its creation? I’d heard similar explanations before when learning about the relatively smaller Divine Tree that existed within the Demonic Cult.
“So it was originally there as well.”
[Indeed.]
“…That something like this has existed since Singyeo’s creation… and this figure called Muwi as well?”
[Yes.]
“Do you know anything about this Muwi?”
[If you mean ‘that’ Muwi specifically, I do not know. However, regarding Muwi in general, I do know.]
It meant this was the first Muwi I’d encountered, and it also meant that other Muwis had existed before.
“What is Muwi?”
I wanted to understand what Muwi actually was. The explanation I’d heard earlier was woefully insufficient.
[In Singyeo, there exists what is called a covenant of souls. Some call it a covenant of fate, though that distinction is unimportant. What matters is how they are intertwined.]
I focused intently, carefully placing each piece of information into my mind.
[Here, Muwi is a priestess who appears simultaneously with the birth of the Celestial Demon, possessing eyes that see the future.]
“…The future?”
My suspicion was correct. Eyes of foresight. It seemed she possessed them. I wasn’t particularly surprised.
‘Uncommon, but not impossible to find.’
In my previous life, there were several. Genuine humans with true foresight existed in a world overrun by false priestesses.
Of course, their accuracy wasn’t always high, and some had actually blinded themselves because the future changed constantly.
This was called the curse of foresight. Knowing the future wasn’t always a blessing.
Perhaps that’s why this priestess Muwi kept her eyes covered.
[She sees much. Muwi exists for that very reason.]
“…So what is the connection between this figure with foresight and the Celestial Demon?”
[Did I not say that Muwi exists simultaneously with the Celestial Demon’s birth? This means Muwi’s birth coincides with the birth of the one who will become the Celestial Demon.]
“In other words.”
Judging by Muwi’s age.
“The Celestial Demon is her contemporary?”
[That is what Singyeo assumes.]
“If that’s what Singyeo believes, then the Celestial Demon sees it differently?”
[Differently. I do not necessarily believe Muwi’s birth occurs in exact synchronization.]
“…Why? Isn’t that why the covenant ensures they are born together?”
[No. Because I never had a Muwi.]
“…Hm?”
What was this supposed to mean? The explanation that had just been given was completely different from what I was hearing now.
“What do you mean? You’re saying Muwi didn’t exist?”
[To be precise, she did exist—but she was my father’s Muwi, not one born in my era.]
“…So the Celestial Demon had no Muwi? Then how did you become the Celestial Demon?”
Wasn’t this place supposed to obsess over symbolism? Yet someone still ascended to the Celestial Demon’s position?
I voiced my confusion at how such a thing could be possible.
[It wasn’t difficult. All I had to do was suppress those who voiced their doubts and sever my father’s neck.]
“….”
A terrifying answer came back. Well, there it was.
‘So you just kill anyone who questions you.’
The law of the strong.
The Celestial Demon had silenced all objections and ascended to the position regardless.
If that’s the case—
‘Then Muwi’s existence isn’t really that important?’
That might be true. Gyemun’s attitude suggested otherwise, but if the Celestial Demon was right, then something else must matter more than Muwi’s existence.
‘The Celestial Demon’s Divine Art, the Celestial Demon’s Divine Sword, things like that.’
Even the Cheonsal Sect, or the spiritual energy that the Celestial Demon kept emphasizing as important, would fall into that category.
[Correct.]
Sharp intuition. It seemed you’d read my thoughts.
[Muwi isn’t that important. Neither is that ancient tree called Sinmok buried beneath.]
“Isn’t that just what you believe, Celestial Demon?”
[Then what else matters? If I think it’s so, then that is the truth. I’ve made it reality, after all.]
“….”
If I think it, then it becomes truth. There was no denying how arrogant that statement was.
Well, setting that aside—
“In any case, in a world without the Celestial Demon now, that woman called Muwi does exist, and you’re searching for those born in that same era, aren’t you?”
Regardless of what the previous Celestial Demon was, that doesn’t matter. What matters more is the symbolism they perceive.
The reason there are so many candidates being called that now is probably because of Muwi.
Or perhaps.
‘Because the Celestial Demon’s Divine Sword is missing.’
Without the existence of the Divine Sword that would normally prove the Celestial Demon, this could very well be the case.
‘This is ridiculous.’
Becoming the Celestial Demon seems incredibly complicated.
‘How many conditions have been revealed so far?’
One must possess the Celestial Demon’s bloodline to wield the Divine Sword.
One must master the exclusive Celestial Demon’s Divine Art.
One must be born in the same era as Muwi and possess spiritual energy besides?
‘I’m not doing it.’
I’m not doing it, so why are there so many conditions to scrutinize?
Whenever I recall something, it looks like this, and if I search further, there would likely be even more.
What’s amusing amid all this is something else.
‘It matches with me again.’
These conditions bear a striking resemblance to my current situation. That’s why Gyemun reacted that way, and why Gwima reacted as he did.
‘If I were to use it, the situation would unfold favorably.’
But what should I do going forward?
Having revealed Gwima’s existence to Gyemun, I needed to lay the groundwork.
‘It all comes down to what objective I set.’
It’s not about becoming the Celestial Demon as the Celestial Demon suggested.
To be precise.
‘I need to ascertain how deeply Patcheon Gung has extended its reach into the Demonic Cult.’
And simultaneously, I needed to twist the knife for the Young Master—that irritating, bothersome man.
That had to be my objective.
‘As the saying goes, I’m not actually going to become the Celestial Demon.’
I just needed to muddy the waters. What Celestial Demon am I talking about?
‘I’m already overwhelmed just by the name of Jeonin under Yoo Cheon-gil.’
And now I’m supposed to aim for the Celestial Demon? That’s absurd.
Right.
‘It has to be absurd….’
It had to be absurd.
Truly.

* * *
I emerged from the exit. Surprisingly, the space I stepped into was not the interior of Singyeo.
‘No wonder it felt so dreadfully far.’
Just ordinary thickets. The location seemed vaguely familiar, so I didn’t think I’d lose my way.
“…Hmm.”
Yoo Yeon should already be back and waiting. I needed to head there immediately.
With that thought, I walked forward.
I arrived at the Current Location quickly. As I said, it wasn’t that far. I moved through the interior in a short time.
I obtained a face covering to guard against drawing attention. I could have simply worn what Gyemun gave me.
‘But wearing that would only draw more eyes.’
Anyone looking at me would think: This person’s identity absolutely cannot be revealed! So that was impossible.
I quietly obtained something like a simple cloth mask and put it on.
Since I was here anyway, there was one place I wanted to look around.
‘This is the first time I’ve observed the Current Location in such detail.’
Nearly seven weeks had passed since I arrived here, yet this was my first time truly sightseeing the place.
So my impressions of what I saw were neither particularly new nor fresh.
‘Just a place where people live.’
Simply a place where people live. What could be special about it?
‘Though perhaps that ordinariness is what’s special.’
Considering this was the Demonic Cult’s domain, I realized most of my preconceptions were wrong.
Was it narrow-minded thinking? Or merely unnecessary one-sided prejudice?
It could be both.
Either way, it doesn’t matter. What enters my eyes is reality.
“Try this, please!”
“Mr. Joo. You said something good arrived this time?”
“Ah, you’re quite perceptive….”
The conversations and voices of the people were not much different from those in Hanan County or the places I knew.
A world where people live. That vague sentiment kept surfacing.
‘Where was it?’
Within that space, I searched for the place I sought. If it wasn’t a mistake, I’d seen something here before.
Back then, I’d deliberately pretended not to notice.
‘Now there’s no need for that.’
After wandering a few more times, I found my destination. Yes, it was over there.
‘Found it.’
A large building existing quietly in the gaps of the Current Location. The presence of people inside was quite faint, yet I could sense someone was there.
And beyond that.
‘Patcheon Palace.’
It was a place where the aura of Patcheon Palace was distinctly palpable.
“….”
I drew closer. That was the moment.
“Who are you?”
The figure waiting outside looks at me and asks.
I cast my gaze upon them. The aura of Patcheon Palace was evident here as well.
“Ah, I thought this was an inn, so I came to inquire.”
“Oh my, you’ve come at a late hour. We’re not open for business today.”
“Is that so? What a shame. Then, when might you be open again?”
“The proprietor is ill, so we’ll likely be closed for about a fortnight. Perhaps we’ll reopen after that.”
“A fortnight, I see.”
I gave my response and withdrew my hand from the door handle.
I turned my back. Only then did the strange sensations emanating from within begin to settle.
‘A fortnight.’
A remarkably specific timeframe. The Seoman Inn. An inn in name, but inside dwelt remnants of Patcheon Palace.
It was curious that such people could exist within the Demonic Cult. Put differently—
‘There’s another backer.’
Someone exists who allows them to be here and watches their back. Just like those Disciples I saw within the Demonic Cult.
‘Something’s definitely going on.’
I’d need to return here at night. I’d confirmed what I needed to. It seemed I’d decided what to do next.
As I was burrowing deeper into the county and attempting to return to my residence—
‘Should I buy something?’
Yoo Yeon came to mind. I felt a bit guilty about simply sending her away. I glanced at the surrounding street vendors, thinking I should buy her something to eat and apologize.
‘…I should just buy a few skewers.’
As I was about to grab what was visible and purchase it—
“…?”
I stopped in my tracks.
I turned around. A place where countless people swarmed. Within that crowd—
‘What is this aura?’
Unfamiliar.
Yet profoundly familiar. I moved without thinking. I plunged into the crowd. As I advanced driven by instinct—
I saw something in the distance.
‘…It’s that person.’
A figure walking while wearing a deep crimson robe pulled low.
Though their features were obscured, my heart raced at the sight of them.
‘This is…’
It could only be.
‘The Cheongwol Heart Technique.’
The core cultivation method of the Cheongwol Sect. Its distinctive resonance was vibrating within my middle dantian.
I was startled by the sudden resonance, but only briefly.
“…”
“…!”
The figure in the crimson robe turns around.
Only then did it become visible.
‘…Blue eyes.’
The brilliant azure gaze gleaming within the crimson wind.
Evidence that the profound techniques of Cheongwol Gate had been properly mastered.
Wol-an.
That being possessed Wol-an.

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