Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 390

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 390
The Divine Dragon Immortal recalled the day he met the Hwa-san disciple who had lost his dantian for the third time.
The child who had begged him to repair his dantian at their first meeting had become a demon at their second encounter, and at the third, which would be their last.
He had become the Cheon-u Geom-sin, the greatest under heaven, revered by all.
“You have come.”
The Cheon-u Geom-sin paused briefly before breaking into a smile.
A hundred years had passed since their second meeting. The Divine Dragon Immortal’s manner of speech had shifted from casual to respectful.
“Immortal. Thank you.”
“Do not speak thus. Unless you wish to shame Bin-do, who has done nothing worthy of gratitude.”
“I have received much from you, Immortal. Had it not been for the guidance you bestowed upon me, I would have been consumed by the demonic path.”
The current Cheon-u Geom-sin, Baek Cheon, emanated no demonic aura.
Despite clearly harboring one within.
“How have you managed this?”
All paths of the demonic way flow toward Cheonma Honeum in a convergence of ten thousand streams into one.
Yet the Cheon-u Geom-sin walked the demonic path without being tainted by Honeum.
Like the oath made a hundred years ago—though his body was stained black, his heart wished to remain white.
The Divine Dragon Immortal found himself deeply curious about the reason.
“Is it the virtue of heavenly mandate granted to you?”
If so, the Divine Dragon Immortal thought he could not help but feel envious.
“Heavenly mandate does not exist. Or rather, I chose to believe it did not.”
The Cheon-u Geom-sin spoke of his past with calm composure.
“If heavenly mandate existed, then the shattering of my dantian would also be the work of heaven. If that were true, I could not help but resent the heavens.”
“….”
“So I simply walked. Along the path I believed was right. Even when I lost direction, I pressed forward in silence.”
As a disciple of the Hwa-san Sect, Baek Cheon had dreamed of becoming a righteous hero admired by all the world.
That desire remained unchanged even after his dantian shattered and he chose the demonic arts as a last resort.
“Thus I could avoid being tainted by the demonic path. I could walk the demonic way without turning toward Honeum. That is all.”
Baek Cheon, the Cheon-u Geom-sin, severed the neck of Dok-hwi-gong, the sect leader of the ascendant Myeong Sect.
The Myeong Sect was one of Honeum’s forces. He had cut down the heart of the demonic world with demonic power itself.
As the Divine Dragon Immortal, he could not help but be filled with profound thoughts.
“Of course, this achievement was not mine alone through strength and effort. Without the White Sword—or rather, the Black and White Dual Swords—I might have been consumed by the demonic path long ago. Perhaps heavenly mandate truly does exist. But it matters not to me.”
The Cheon-u Geom-sin planted the Black and White Dual Swords into the ground.
It was remarkable. The moment his hands released them, the demonic aura that had been imperceptible erupted explosively outward.
“…A reversal technique, I see.”
“Immortal. Will you not take these swords into your care?”
“What do you wish of Bin-do?”
“The Black and White Dual Swords are demonic artifacts. For me, they were fortune and blessing, but in another’s hands, they would drench the world in blood.”
The Divine Dragon Immortal agreed. The demonic aura contained within the Black and White Dual Swords was that potent.
Without Baek Cheon’s heart and the ability to reverse demonic energy into righteous power, they could not be wielded.
“Should my descendants come seeking them in distant times, and should you deem these swords necessary for that child, then entrust them to him.”
“Understood. Until then, Bin-do will seal the blade and keep it safe.”
“I apologize for burdening you with such troublesome matters, Divine Dragon Immortal. However, this will be the last time.”
The Cheon-u Geom-sin laughed. Yet the Divine Dragon Immortal could not bring himself to laugh along.
Had he not turned away from that child in the past, perhaps a different ending awaited them now.
If it had not been for jealousy and resentment.
“Ah, I shall take the Sword Scar separately.”
“Do so.”
“Then, Divine Dragon Immortal. Take care of yourself. May you achieve your long-cherished wish.”
Watching the receding figure of the Cheon-u Geom-sin, the Divine Dragon Immortal sighed.
The third meeting.
The child had become the greatest under heaven and was revered as the Cheon-u Geom-sin.
Though he had learned the Demonic Arts, he had saved the world from calamity.
Though he concealed it, in every word and deed, every action, he was regarded as the idol of the Orthodox Sect.
“Ah, so that is how it is.”
Though you were destined to meet a bitter end, you did not fall.
You overcame it. You truly overcame it.
“Child, thank you.”
-Kiiiiiaaaaaa!
The cry of Won-woo echoing from far above.
The Divine Dragon Immortal, who had been lost in thought while gazing at the sky, turned his head.
What he could not give to that child, what remained as regret—he would bestow it in this lifetime.
‘This strike of Eung-hyo Je-il that made me cough blood.’
Hawk. Wings. Feathers.
The fundamental force underlying the swordsmanship displayed was called Hwa-cheon Seon-gi.
And it was also spoken of in this way.
The Seon-ju Hwa-cheon Mighty Force.
‘Then Bin-do must live up to the name of Divine Dragon. I must bestow upon him my Orb of Harmony.’
For a dragon, the Orb of Harmony is the crystallization of all accumulated hostile power.
The Spirit Elixir that the Divine Dragon Immortal would give to Yang Hwi was refined using his hostile power, his vital essence, and the inner core he had been cultivating.
“What should I name it?”
Orb of Harmony Spirit Elixir?
No, that is not right.
“Hwa-cheon I-won Dan would be fitting.”
The Divine Dragon Immortal tossed the Spirit Elixir skyward.
Won-woo grasped the Spirit Elixir with his talons and departed immediately without even a moment’s acknowledgment.
“Hehehehe, how lonely.”
The Divine Dragon Immortal, having laughed once while gazing at the sky, continued.
“You must have much on your mind. Miracles do not happen twice so easily.”

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“You have performed your duty admirably. Here is the promised Elixir of Spirit. Let us call it the Hwacheon-won-dan.”
A sphere of light descends. Truly, the Divine Dragon Immortal’s debt was no ordinary elixir.
Pain radiates throughout my entire body. The Hongeung writhes, desperate to consume me. Against it, the Swaecheon-sinjyo lashes out with wings and talons.
If that elixir… if the Hwacheon-won-dan…
I feel it instinctively. More precisely, I am drawn to it.
‘This could be the breakthrough I need!’
I severed my connection with Adu, who had been sharing his vital energy through our joined hands, accepting the risk of demonic possession in the process.
‘Thank you, Adu. But this is where I must go alone.’
From this moment forward, I must bear this burden myself.
The weight that Adu has carried alongside me until now is already a debt heavy enough.
So I will see this through. I must.
‘Divine Immortal, let me see what you have truly crafted for me.’
I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the Hwacheon-won-dan in one gulp.
The formless yet tangible elixir of spirit instantly dissolved, rushing through every meridian in my body.
My consciousness immediately soared to that lofty realm.
‘Hwacheon-i-won… the harmony of heaven and origin…’
The fundamental principle that seeks to benefit the source by embracing all qi beneath heaven.
This is why the Hwacheon-i-won-gong possessed such exceptional qi-storage capacity, with no impurities in its energy.
Because it was perfectly unified and blended into one.
Because it was the energy of perfect balance, standing at a single focal point.
‘The reason the Divine Immortal named this elixir the Hwacheon-won-dan is…’
Because it is a collection of qi that can become anything beneath heaven.
In other words, a wish-granting orb.
But there was more. Something unreadable yet undeniably present had accumulated within it.
What could it be?
Qi? No. I have already comprehended that.
Intent? No. I cannot sense it.
Something that is neither qi nor intent.
Something that was impossible because it was lacking…
My soaring consciousness discovered a new path.
‘I see now. Why must we fight?’
I observe. I gaze directly at the inner landscape of my mind with my own eyes.
-Keeeeeeee!
-Kiaaaaaa!
Even now, the Swaecheon-sinjyo and the Hongeung tear at each other with sharp beaks, wielding talons and wings.
But why must they fight?
After all, they are merely manifestations of the mind. If they are forms born from the heart, they move and are shaped according to the heart’s master’s will.
‘Is the Hongeung the manifestation of the Cheonma?’
No. It arose from the honeum, but it was not shaped by the Cheonma’s intent.
This place was within my own mind. Hongeung was also a manifestation of my consciousness.
‘Then I shall claim them both as my own…!’

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The transformation began.
The reason Hongeung, despite being newly born, could manifest as a psychic image powerful enough to rival Swaecheon-sinjyo.
It was because a core nucleus called Hondan existed.
A psychic image was the form of the mind, but the medium that drew it from within to without was ultimately vital energy.
‘I would make the Hwacheon-won-dan my core nucleus.’
It was not difficult. As if it were only natural, the Hwa-cheon Seon-gi converged around the dan.
I had been sensing this all along.
The immortal pearl harmonizing with heavenly qi.
I would need to mold a sphere.
Gathering all things beneath heaven into one.
‘Hondan and Seondan.’
The reason I did not call it Hwacheon-seondan was simple.
The Hwa-cheon Seon-gi that had been unified into one had separated once more into Hwa-cheon qi and Seon-gi.
In other words, within Yang Hwi’s interior existed two islands—Hondan and Seondan—floating upon a sea of Hwa-cheon qi.
‘I would make them coexist without collision.’
I already knew the method. Or rather, I had newly realized it.
‘The reason the Day-bright qi and Moon-bright qi could exist together despite being branches that grew in opposite directions.’
Two opposing vital energies could coexist because they grew from the same root.
So I need only apply this principle.
The two islands of Hondan and Seondan shared the sea of Hwa-cheon qi.
-Kiiaaaaaaaa!
-Kiaaaaaaaa!
Swaecheon-sinjyo and Hongeung ceased their battle.
The two birds cried out, facing each other.
As if they despised being together. As if they utterly loathed one another.
‘Silence, you feathered fools.’
You are mine. I shaped you from my own mind and gave you form—dare you resist?
‘If you don’t wish to perish, obey quietly. Otherwise, I’ll tear you apart and remake you from scratch.’
-Kiiaa….
-Kiaa….
Swaecheon-sinjyo and Hongeung walked toward each other.
Soon, white wings and black wings made contact.
Swaecheon-sinjyo’s wings began to turn pitch black.
Yet only half of them.
Hongeung’s wings began to turn pure white.
Yet only half of them.
The two bodies merged into one, growing even more massive.
With two wings forming a pair.
Their number multiplied until there were twelve pairs in total.
The left wings and left head were pitch black, while the right wings and right head were pure white.
Yet they were a single body.
-Kiiiiiiiiiii!
The different cries merged into one, though it resembled the Swaecheon-sinjyo’s cry more closely.
Still, it was distinctly different from before.
Change had occurred, so transformation was inevitable.
‘Even so, the center is me. This is the path I desired.’
Pure white radiance.
Pitch black radiance.
Yet both still shone brilliantly.
What name should I give to my newly born divine bird?
Yes.
This name would be fitting.

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Seolha gazed at Yang Hwi’s inner form with trembling eyes.
First, it was an unyielding stone. Then, the egg of clouds.
The final form was the Swaecheon-sinjyo.
And now it was transforming once more.
“Ah, brother….”
Joy slowly filled her tear-stricken face.
As one who possessed the Yuchen Divine Wind and the desire to support Yang Hwi, she could perceive it.
In this moment, Yang Hwi was soaring to an even greater height.
A twin-headed divine bird with black and white radiance, bearing twenty-four wings.
Then surely such a name was befitting.
“The Black and White Divine Bird…!”
It was the name of the new inner form Yang Hwi had created.

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