The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 86

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 086
Leaving Dokuou behind, I surveyed my surroundings.
First, the ground was level. It didn’t seem to be ordinary stone flooring—it bore the marks of having undergone several rounds of refinement.
‘…And the ceiling height isn’t particularly tall.’
At most, it could accommodate two or three people stacked atop one another.
Which meant it wasn’t an exceptionally lofty space.
‘The width is expansive, but it’s so hollow and open that I should be able to grasp the layout quickly.’
Apart from the luminous pearls embedded in the ceiling, there was nothing particularly striking to the eye.
What on earth was this place meant for? Such questions bloomed in my mind.
‘…It doesn’t seem like this was built to store anything in particular.’
Then what was its purpose?
As such doubts flickered through my thoughts.
[So then, what was this place built for?]
Yoo Cheon-gil, as if he’d been waiting, voiced my curiosity to Dokjon. It felt as though a weight had lifted from my chest.
[Ah, this is merely a passage. Doors have been installed throughout to facilitate movement to other locations.]
Doors installed? At Dokjon’s words, I examined the surroundings.
I looked in every direction, but I couldn’t see any doors.
[The mechanisms must be activated to access other areas. There are eight doors in total, but only three are actually in use.]
‘…Three.’
Fewer than I’d anticipated. Whether to call that fortunate or not was debatable.
From my perspective, it was indeed fortunate.
Upon hearing that, I glanced toward Dokuou.
He happened to be looking at me as well.
“…Do you perceive something?”
Hearing Dokuou’s question, I shifted my gaze slightly. It was toward where Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong were, and I focused intently on the area around Do-hyeong.
A large firefly-like luminescence circled around Do-hyeong’s vicinity.
It was a Guardian Spirit. And one of considerable rank at that.
I carefully discerned the movement of its light.
‘It doesn’t seem particularly agitated.’
The Guardian Spirit wasn’t sending warnings. Had it sensed something dangerous, it would have reacted, but fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—the Guardian Spirit remained calm.
If that were the case.
‘What should I do now?’
Pondering what to attempt next, I shifted my gaze back to Dokuou.
“There’s nothing I can discern with certainty at the moment.”
I maintained the pretense of ignorance. Since there was something suspicious about Dokuou, I wanted to observe his reaction.
Upon hearing my words, Dokuou furrowed his brow slightly.
“Search the perimeter first.”
He commanded the Tang Clan members who had entered with him to conduct a search.
The moment his order was given, the personnel moved into action. If I recall correctly, they mentioned formation masters and mechanism specialists?
They began examining their surroundings with visibly heightened tension.
Each step they took was so deliberate that a single stride felt like traversing a thousand leagues.
I questioned what they were doing, but in truth, their caution was entirely justified.
‘They said someone burst apart just from opening the door, didn’t they?’
A person had died simply by touching Dokjon’s vault.
What kind of mechanisms could be lurking within? Given that, their cautious movements made perfect sense.
Even Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin were visibly tense, bracing for any possibility.
They moved as though ready to respond instantly if danger erupted.
It wasn’t a bad approach. Certainly, preparing for danger was the right posture.
[…Uh, there’s nothing set up here.]
“….”
At Dokjon’s words that followed, I found myself wiping my face involuntarily.
‘…Nothing set up here either?’
He’d supposedly prepared everything elsewhere, yet this place too had nothing?
Hearing that, I deliberated.
‘Should I tell them?’
Around me, people were examining every corner, sweat beading on their foreheads.
They moved as though they wouldn’t miss a single speck of dust on the floor.
Left to their own devices, they’d likely continue like this for quite some time.
‘Hmm….’
After deliberating until the last moment, I nodded to myself.
‘Let’s leave it for now.’
Speaking up now would accomplish nothing and only make things awkward.
So for now, I’d let them be.
‘If they stop soon, I’ll step in then.’
Surely they’d stop before long.
That’s what I thought.
…But the search took far longer than I anticipated.

* * *
How much time had passed?
I couldn’t say for certain, but it had been at least two hours.
“…I can’t find anything.”
The man, drenched in sweat, reported to Dokuou.
Though the dampness made it look as though he’d been caught in rain, it was entirely cold sweat.
“You found nothing?”
“I searched as thoroughly as I could, but there’s nothing unusual at the moment….”
“….”
Dokuou merely frowned at the man’s words.
He clearly didn’t trust the report.
They’d searched this entire vast space and found nothing.
Not a single trap or anomaly emerging seemed extraordinarily strange.
“…This is peculiar indeed.”
Dokuou stroked his chin thoughtfully, lost in contemplation.
He seemed utterly unable to comprehend what he’d heard.
Watching him, I rose from where I’d been sitting quietly on the ground.
“Ugh….”
My entire body ached from sitting so long.
I got up, patting my lower back.
‘Is it finally over…?’
As I stretched, I looked toward Dokuou, suppressing an awkward expression at the sight of the sweat-soaked men.
I’d thought they’d find something relatively quickly.
‘I never expected them to search for this long….’
I hadn’t anticipated they’d search continuously for hours.
I’d expected it to end soon, so I’d clearly underestimated them.
That made me feel even worse.
‘I should have just told them.’
I should have explained from the beginning. That thought flickered briefly.
‘…But no. There was no real justification for it.’
It wasn’t a situation where I could explain. I had to be careful about appearing knowledgeable.
Using the excuse of “seeing” it to resolve everything was somewhat risky.
That’s how lies work, after all.
‘A lie needs at least four parts truth mixed in to work.’
For a lie to succeed, truth must necessarily be woven in.
So this time, not moving was the better calculation.
Of course.
[Can’t you move now? Child, come on and walk about!]
Listening to Dokjon whine for hours from above was rather taxing.
[Ah, be quiet already. You’re driving me mad. How much longer are you going to whimper?]
Though Yoo Cheon-gil grew angry at intervals, it did nothing to silence Dokjon’s mouth.
This is driving me mad.
Listening to complaints once or twice is one thing, but whining for hours on end?
‘…And it’s all because of that old man.’
Even if a beautiful woman were doing this, I’d be furious.
With that old man continuing like this, my irritation flared up completely.
I genuinely wanted to help him achieve enlightenment and pass on.
‘…What exactly is he searching for?’
Why was he so obsessed with finding something?
‘He’s already been dead for ages.’
The lingering attachments of the dead always exist, but…
‘And he says it’s just a single sword.’
He’s only asking me to bring back one sword.
So why would he be so anxious about it?
‘And then there’s that.’
Dokuou’s state wasn’t much different.
When they said nothing had been found, Dokuou’s expression changed noticeably.
Half of it was a sense of difficulty.
Half of it was a sense of irritation.
I’d only seen Dokuou for a few days, but this was the first time his emotions had shown so clearly.
‘Both of them…’
Something was off about all of them.
Realizing this, I straightened my waist.
And I approached the wall with long strides.
“Ah…! It’s dangerous to move like that!”
The man drenched in sweat looked at me and warned me in surprise.
“You said you’d already checked everything anyway.”
I waved my hand and answered in his stead.
“Bang Disciple!”
Cheon Euijin hurried after me.
Do-hyeong said nothing but followed suit.
I walked a short distance and stood before the wall.
“Hmm…”
While pretending to examine carefully, my gaze was already fixed on one spot.
A gap that simply lay open in the wall.
I casually inserted my hand into it.
“Gasp!”
The man who saw this let out an exclamation of astonishment.
It was obviously a suspicious hole, and he seemed startled that I’d put my hand into it.
They’d searched here too anyway.
I saw earlier that he tried pushing and pulling in every way possible.
But.
‘…Unfortunately, that wasn’t the answer.’
This door doesn’t open that way.
According to Dokjon.
Click!
This door isn’t meant to be pushed or pulled—you have to turn it first, he said.
I saw the man attempt that too, but the crucial part was.
‘How many times you turn it.’
The exact number was four and a half times.
You had to turn it precisely that many times, no more, no less.
So I placed my hand on it and applied force, and a circular gap opened as it creaked and rotated.
After turning it four and a half times, I pulled it straight toward me.
쿠구구궁—!!!!
The door opens. Dust billows up. I quickly held my breath.
“Ugh….”
Even the door itself was heavy. Being made of stone, it wasn’t easy to open.
After straining and groaning for a while, I managed to get it open.
I couldn’t open it completely, but it was enough to see clearly into the interior.
“…Hah…!”
“How…?”
The men who had been investigating every corner stared at me in astonishment.
Dokuou’s eyes widened noticeably as well.
“Phew….”
After pulling the door open with all my strength, I looked at them and spoke.
“…Well, I saw it rotating earlier. I thought maybe if I just tried turning it a few times, it might work, and it did?”
Hahaha.
I laughed awkwardly. There was no response.
What I saw were the pitiful expressions of the men and Cheon Euijin’s eyes shining brightly as he looked at me.
And Do-hyeong, still in shock.
‘…His gaze is rather sharp.’
Dokuou was staring at me with a fierce look.

* * *
Everyone stepped into the room as the door swung open.
Even then, we remained on guard.
The sudden opening was unsettling enough, and no one knew what might be waiting inside.
‘It’s so dark.’
Regardless, the interior was far darker than outside, making it difficult to see anything clearly.
‘Is it a difference in night-vision pearls?’
Outside, the night-vision pearls illuminated everything, so perhaps that was the reason.
But even accounting for that, it was far too dark.
It was as if light refused to penetrate into the room despite the open door.
Sensing something profoundly wrong, I focused my eyes with effort.
Shhhhh—!
Energy surged from my dantian, and Wol-an blazed with light.
‘Ah.’
Only then did the darkened space come into proper focus.
It was satisfying to put what I’d learned into practice.
With the oppressive feeling lifted, I surveyed the space in detail.
‘Hmm…’
It was noticeably smaller than the outer chamber.
Especially since it appeared to be crammed with objects.
Yes, objects.
‘There’s something here.’
At last, I had entered Bigo and could see what lay within.
And not just one or two items—the space was completely filled.
What could possibly fill the chamber so completely? There was no need to speculate.
“Swords…?”
Cheon Euijin spoke, his eyes narrowed as he struggled to see in the dim light.
“These… they all appear to be swords, don’t they?”
“Yes. That’s what I see as well.”
From wall to floor.
What filled the space was, remarkably, swords.
Here and there, other weapons were visible among them, but the vast majority were undoubtedly blades.
And more than that.
‘…Their appearance alone is different.’
They were of an entirely different caliber than ordinary swords.
Each one was clearly worthy of being called a renowned blade.
I could sense a superior quality in them compared to the swords I’d seen at Cheogang.
If even I, knowing little about blades, could appreciate their worth, surely those with expertise would recognize their true value?
“This is…”
“Senior… all these swords…”
The moment I thought that, Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin also gasped in admiration upon seeing the blade.
Cheon Euijin aside, the fact that the usually silent Do-hyeong reacted audibly told me this was an exceptional sword.
‘Then, is this where Dokjon keeps his treasures?’
With so many renowned blades, it seemed only natural.
Making that assessment, I turned my attention to Dokuou.
‘…Hmm?’
Upon observing Dokuou, I narrowed my eyes.
He appeared to be searching for something as he looked around the space.
Yet his expression remained as displeased as before.
Which meant.
‘…He’s not finding what he’s looking for?’
Did that mean there was nothing here that Dokuou sought?
‘He didn’t come to search for treasure?’
Then why did he come to Bigo?
I couldn’t fathom Dokuou’s intentions at all.
Just as I was about to ponder further.
[…Where on earth is it?]
The voice of Dokjon, the master of this Bigo, reached my ears.
He was hurriedly inspecting the stored swords, searching frantically in every direction.
That’s right.
He had come looking for a sword.
‘What kind of sword could it be.’
What blade was he searching for so urgently?
As I watched with curiosity.
[…It should be around here somewhere.]
Dokjon murmured quietly.
[The Celestial Demon Divine Sword… I’m certain I stored it somewhere here, but where exactly….]
“…What?”
Upon hearing those words, my entire body went rigid.
…What sword…?

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