The Ground You've Trod Upon
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The man swung the pitch-black blade in a wide arc.
But.
“Scatter.”
All the blood wind he tried to summon was scattered by Seo Ran’s command.
[You damned bastard…!]
Won Rip clenched his teeth and stood every hair on his body.
And then he released a bloody glow.
Flash!
“…!”
It was dangerous.
Far more sinister than the technique an old man like Won Rip had used.
I moved to Seo Ran’s side, overlapped the Colorless Glass Sword with the Invisible Sword, and charged straight toward the bloody light with the first form of the Danak Sword Art.
Flash!
Boom!
Sizzle, sizzle…
I stared at my trembling hand for a moment, then glared at Won Rip.
Severed from the leash on Seo Ran and left weakened.
Still, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator.
A Nascent Soul cultivator far stronger than his peers!
‘He was never unable to reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul.’
Just as I had distributed my curses to the cursed dolls.
He had focused even more on the path of the Blood Spirit than on his own cultivation, which was why he had never reached the late Nascent Soul stage.
Instead, by obtaining the Blood Spirit and gaining an extra thousand years of lifespan, he had nothing to lose.
Indeed, the more I saw of his cards, the more sinister and terrifying the fellow was.
But.
‘Still, all his cards are now laid bare.’
There was nothing left to worry about.
What the Buk Clan leader had spoken of, the power he had hidden, was precisely that Blood Spirit.
Now it was simple.
If I could only bring down this body.
‘It’s over!’
My eyes flashed as I surged toward Won Rip.
Seo Ran had already formed a binding seal beside me.
“The desert sky is so clear… yet beneath this land lie so many traces of yin energy slumbering.”
The binding seal beneath Won Rip’s pitch-black castle was bubbling as if boiling.
And then.
Kiyaaah—
Kiaah—
Kkueeeeeek!
With an enormous amount of yin energy, countless souls and ghosts erupted from beneath Won Rip’s pitch-black castle.
Rumble, rumble, rurrrr…
The pitch-black sky of the desert, previously clear, was now choked with yin energy and clouds.
“Won Rip, senior, how many thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of lives did you slaughter and devour? Even the veteran elders who once managed your livestock pens were shaking their heads.”
Seo Ran clicked his tongue and formed another binding seal.
Won Rip tried to charge forward with blood light blazing from his eyes, but I, along with every other surviving Core Formation cultivator, stood with blazing eyes to block him.
“I resent you!”
“Blood Wood Daoist!”
“Blood Wood Daoist Won Rip!”
“Won Rip!”
Countless ghost voices screamed his name.
Seo Ran looked stunned, and the ghosts crawling out from beneath the pitch-black castle continued to pour forth.
Won Rip’s face darkened.
[How did a damned sea dragon race cultivator come to learn the secret arts of Black Ghost Valley…?!]
“You were told, weren’t you? That I am a disciple of the Azure Ghost Valley.”
Seo Ran smiled and completed his binding seal.
And the fellow’s technique was finished.
[Ghost Festival held by Seo Ran. I call upon all the spirits here and ask you to hear the reason for this grudge!]
“Won Rip!”
“Kill Won Rip!”
“He was killed by the Blood Wood Daoist!”
[Having heard these words, the Ghost Festival of Black Ghost Valley’s disciple Seo Ran offers you, the spirits, the chance to appear and aid in revenge. Please lend me your strength!]
“Revenge!”
“I can revenge!”
“I can revenge on him!”
“Won Rip!”
Kiyaaah!
Thousands of ghosts screamed his name and howled together.
And an enormous amount of vengeful power surged around Seo Ran.
It was not a level anyone could naturally unleash.
[As a disciple of Black Ghost Valley, Seo Ran swears by the name of the Seopmyeong Ship. I offer you the chance to appear and aid in revenge. However, you must swear to lend me your strength as well!]
Seo Ran’s oath echoed across heaven and earth, and Won Rip burst into laughter.
[This fellow’s technique… I see. It’s a Heavenly Person level technique. You, an insect like you, could ever handle it…?]
But Seo Ran ignored Won Rip’s words and kept forming binding seals.
And then.
Kiyaaah—
Kkuaaah—
Kugugugugu!
Around Seo Ran, the ghosts swirled.
From somewhere far away, connected to the Seopmyeong Ship, a majestic force poured out and flowed toward the ghosts that had been massacred by Won Rip.
If the plan went as expected, Song Jin would have stationed the Seopmyeong Ship deep in the depths, pulled up the yin and ghost energy through the ship, and then transmitted it to Seo Ran with the ship’s transmission technique.
Kugugugugu!
Thousands of ghosts gained power and screamed in pain.
And when Seo Ran formed the binding seal, thousands of ghosts all rushed into his body.
Seo Ran’s aura began to surge violently.
The power of thousands of ghosts condensed into him.
Won Rip shouted in tense voice.
[Idiot! If you can’t handle it, it will explode and kill you! Die right here, you damned sea dragon…]
And then.
“Master, come!”
Seo Ran cried out while looking at the ghosts.
Swaaah—
A chill ran down my spine.
In Seo Ran’s dantian, not Seo Ran’s own soul, but another’s, occupied the seat.
The Great Method of Attaching the Soul.
It was said to be a supreme technique that attached a portion of the user’s original soul to a designated target, allowing the user to exert power from afar.
“Cough…!”
I struggled to breathe and collapsed to the ground.
I was not alone.
All the Core Formation cultivators who had been blocking Won Rip, including Cheongmun Jung-jin, dropped to their knees at the same moment and sat helplessly.
And even the once-arrogant Won Rip trembled from head to toe.
[Aaa… aaaa…]
Black Ghost Valley’s elder, the Heavenly Person cultivator Song Jin.
Won Rip had gathered the thousands of ghosts he had massacred and, at this very moment, reclaimed his prime strength.
[What a touching scene.]
Blue ghost flames rose in Seo Ran’s eyes.
The voice that came from his mouth was not Seo Ran’s.
It was Song Jin’s.
He glanced at the void for a moment as if pondering whether we inhabited a different world.
Won Rip spat foam from his mouth, unleashing pure terror.
[Why… why… a Heavenly Person cultivator…!]
“Yes, put off the nostalgic thoughts for later. If I had died, it would not matter, but using the Great Method of Attaching the Soul with only this remaining soul fragment would burden both my soul and Ran’s soul greatly. So I will kill you quickly.”
Kiyaaah!
Thousands of ghosts howled.
And a ghost claw grew from Song Jin’s hands as he occupied Seo Ran’s body.
[Huaaah! Why are you still here! Why is a Heavenly Person cultivator still here?!]
Won Rip fled in complete terror, unleashing his Nascent Soul light.
The天地 Yuan Qi responded to Song Jin’s will, and the sky and earth began to be dyed with ghost energy and yin.
“Die.”
And then.
Boom!
In that strike, the outer wall of the Bongmyeong Castle was torn away, and the pitch-black castle Won Rip had been dwelling in collapsed like paper.
The formation that the Core Formation cultivators had spent much time reinforcing had been unable to react at all.
But a sincere strike from a Heavenly Person cultivator made the ancient formation look like nothing.
Boom!
A valley was born in the desert.
It was not the crude valley created by the Core Formation cultivators.
The desert had simply split in half.
No need to describe it.
The desert had become two pieces.
That single sentence was enough.
And then.
Won Rip—or rather, the lump of flesh that had once been Won Rip—trembled in the corner of the Bongmyeong Castle after taking Song Jin’s strike.
Surviving even after taking Seo Hyul’s three strikes was no empty boast.
Even after taking Song Jin’s strike, he had survived as a lump of flesh.
And then.
Cough!
Song Jin, occupying Seo Ran’s body, coughed up black blood.
He looked at me.
“You learned the Cursed Technique, didn’t you? Throw all the burden placed on my disciple’s body by the curse onto me, the caster of the Great Method of Attaching the Soul.”
“…Are you sure?”
“Dead body or not, what difference does it make. No more talk. Dump the burden onto me quickly.”
Following Song Jin’s request, I used the Yin Soul Ghost Curse to transfer all the burden placed on Seo Ran’s body and soul to Song Jin as a curse.
It was possible because Song Jin had allowed it.
“Haha, the time I have left to spend with my disciple is reduced by a hundred years. Damn it… If Won Rip had not been a threat to my disciple, I would never have done this. He survived even after becoming a lump of flesh, so he can’t be killed easily, right? I’ll go now.”
With that, Song Jin released the Great Method of Attaching the Soul and vanished from Seo Ran’s body.
‘This… is the power of the Heavenly Person stage.’
I laughed dryly while looking at the traces left by Song Jin.
This was the first time I had personally witnessed a Heavenly Person cultivator’s strike.
The scenery of the split desert sent chills down my spine.
“Now the bastard is completely neutralized! Everyone, attack!”
I grabbed the Colorless Glass Sword and flew toward the lump of flesh that was Won Rip.
The other Core Formation cultivators who had escaped Song Jin’s pressure also charged forward with blazing eyes.
And then.
Rumble!
A crimson river flowed out again from the pitch-black castle.
“Not yet!”
Cheongmun Jung-jin shouted in exasperation.
“Everyone, block it so it can’t reach Won Rip!”
I poured out curses and created a river of curse.
The dark river of curse wrapped around Won Rip.
‘Whether it’s the River of Ten Thousand Springs or what, I’ll rot everything…!’
And then.
Flash!
The River of Ten Thousand Springs called by Won Rip turned not toward Won Rip but toward the formation flags he had planted on the ceiling of the Bongmyeong Castle.
“What…!”
I clenched my teeth and raised the Colorless Glass Sword.
“Everyone, block it!”
He was trying to summon the Bongmyeongin.
And then.
Uoooooooh…!!!
The lump of flesh that had been Won Rip released an enormous bloody glow, shattered my curses, and charged into the void.
[I will stake my life too!]
Kugugugugu!
Sizzle, sizzle!
I knew what he was doing.
He was burning his own Nascent Soul.
If done wrong, his Nascent Soul would burn to death, or at the very least his cultivation would drop one full stage!
But if successful…
‘He obtains the Bongmyeongin!’
I clenched my teeth, exploded my entire body’s energy, and charged toward him.
Chuuuurk!
Countless branches sprouted from the lump of flesh and formed a blood-colored forest blocking me.
The remaining Core Formation cultivators all rushed forward and cut through the forest together.
Flash!
I reached Won Rip’s side in an instant.
“Do you think it will turn out the way you want?!”
“Get out of the way!!!”
Chuuuurk!
The Nascent Soul shot out from Won Rip’s body.
A baby with countless hands, eyes, and mouths.
And one of those hands, still attached to the soul entity, cut it off and threw it at me.
[Even if my cultivation drops, even if my plan collapses completely! I cannot withdraw from this spot!]
Boom!
The Nascent Soul arm thrown by sacrificing his own Nascent Soul covered me with an enormous explosion.
Danak Sword Art, Danak!
Boom!
I pierced through the explosion and chased Won Rip.
Since I ignored defense and focused only on breaking through the explosion, the skin on my entire body peeled off.
But the effect of the elixir that boosted the life force and regeneration of Core Formation cultivators caused my skin to regenerate rapidly.
Flash!
His formation activated.
The final layer of the Bongmyeong Castle collapsed, and finally.
Flash!
The Bongmyeongin appeared in the void of the Bongmyeong Castle.
Ta!
I absorbed the surrounding elixirs however many I could.
The Bai Hong Pill that strengthened the connection with the Dharma Treasure.
The Mo Rian Pill that increased the speed of the Dharma Treasure.
The Hong Wei Lu Pill that strengthened the power…
And then.
Kwaaaang!
I squeezed every last drop of strength from my body and threw the Colorless Glass Sword toward the Bongmyeongin.
Won Rip burst every hand, every eye attached to his baby-shaped Nascent Soul.
Flash!
Won Rip, who had damaged his own Nascent Soul to obtain enormous power, and I, who had drunk countless elixirs and concentrated that power into a single strike, threw the Colorless Glass Sword.
Our sword and his hands met the Bongmyeongin at the same time.
And at that moment.
“Stop!”
Seo Ran’s voice reached Won Rip, and Won Rip’s body stood still.
My Colorless Glass Sword bounced the Bongmyeongin away and sent it flying far.
“Now it’s over.”
I surged toward Won Rip and unfolded the ultimate form of the Danak Sword Art.
Flash!
At that moment, blood light enveloped the surroundings.
Pararararack!
“…!”
The formation flags that Won Rip had infused with the River of Ten Thousand Springs.
Used to destroy the entire floors of the Bongmyeong Castle, the flags floating in the void moved and wrapped around the far-flung Bongmyeongin.
At the same time.
Chuuuurak!
The formation flags brought the Bongmyeongin to Won Rip.
Kwaak!
A tentacle-like thing sprouted from one side of the lump of flesh and grabbed the Bongmyeongin.
[I am the master of the Bongmyeongin…!]
Kugugugugu!
[Cheon Un has tilted toward me…!!!!]
His insect-like obsession finally succeeded in touching the Bongmyeongin.
Chuuuurk!
He regenerated his body.
Thud, thud…
Won Rip still covered his face with the dark mask, but blood dripped from beneath the mask.
He was in no state to be normal.
But.
He was smiling.
[I used up all the Blood Spirit I hid and all the River of Ten Thousand Springs I cherished. I even damaged my Nascent Soul, so my cultivation dropped to the early Nascent Soul stage. Even after obtaining the Bongmyeongin, if I cannot beat you all, call me a pig!]
‘I obtained the Bongmyeongin.’
But I clenched my teeth and charged at him.
‘But with the metaphysical Bongmyeongin, he cannot recover his power!’
He was near death now and had not even begun to recover.
‘Kill him and steal the Bongmyeongin!’
And then.
Rumble…
The Bongmyeong Castle began to collapse.
Perhaps because it had taken Song Jin’s strike and lost the core Bongmyeongin to Won Rip, the outer walls of the castle collapsed slowly.
And the fragments began to fall precisely toward my side.
Bung, buuung!
I cut through the pieces of the outer walls.
But oddly, the fragments did not fall toward the side where Won Rip was, and he flew past me leisurely.
I threw the Invisible Sword at him, but precisely when it reached the middle, a fragment of the Bongmyeong Castle fell, and the sword missed him.
‘This is…!’
I was bewildered and widened my eyes.
[Idiot. Heaven has sided with me.]
Seo Ran gave the order.
“Bow down!”
But Won Rip only flinched slightly while holding the Bongmyeongin and laughing.
[Oh, coincidentally, after taking the attack from a Heavenly Person cultivator, all the Blood of the Sea Dragon King left in my body evaporated. What a coincidence.]
“What…!”
Kwaaaang!
Won Rip released blood light.
Seo Ran was swept away by the blood light and flew into the pitch-black castle.
Won Rip chased after Seo Ran, left the Bongmyeong Castle, and the castle that had been collapsing oddly stopped collapsing the moment he left.
Crunch…
I was finally able to escape the bombardment of the fragments.
What the hell was this?
Not even a brilliant coincidence.
Literally, this world seemed to side with him.
And then.
Song Jin’s ghost, who had been watching the Heavenly Emperor from my arms, suddenly howled.
[You damned bastard! He survived even after getting hit by that insect-like thing and obtained the Bongmyeongin!]
It was Song Jin’s voice.
He told me urgently.
“You! Look around! How many ghosts remain around you?!”
With Song Jin’s voice, I expanded my senses and looked around.
But it seemed most of the ghosts and souls had been consumed by Song Jin’s strike, so almost none remained.
“Almost… none.”
“Damn it! If there were more ghosts like that, I could steal the Bongmyeongin again! Damn it! Damn it!”
Song Jin cursed and cut the connection, and I quickly flew toward the pitch-black castle to chase after Seo Ran and Won Rip.
And then.
“Seo… Sir Seo.”
“…?!”
A voice came from beneath the fragments of the Bongmyeong Castle.
“Cheong… Sir Cheong?”
He was buried beneath the fragments.
No, the problem was not just being buried; his lower half had disappeared somewhere like Buk Hyang-hwa’s.
Only one-quarter of his body remained.
Even so, he was still alive thanks to the tough life force of a Core Formation cultivator.
But.
‘His Golden Elixir has been broken.’
He would die soon.
Cheongmun Jung-jin clicked his tongue at me.
“…It’s urgent… so don’t hold me too long… This…”
He took out a small piece of glass from his pocket and handed it to me.
“That…”
The glass craftsmanship piece he had carved from a snake cave inside the cursed doll.
A part of that fragment.
“I loved her too, but… my heart may not be as deep as yours. If I had not felt the resentment of having her taken from me, I might have given up chasing her after a few years and let her wither. But in the end… she was my first love. Please…”
He clenched his teeth and handed me the glass piece.
“Her… revenge. I beg of you.”
I clenched my teeth and received the glass piece he handed me.
“I understand. Rest well.”
With that, Cheongmun Jung-jin closed his eyes.
I left him behind and entered the castle with the surviving Core Formation cultivators.
Wheeiii!
Inside the pitch-black castle was filled with the stench of blood.
I flew quickly toward the place with human presence.
The central hall of the castle.
Several survivors had gathered in the hall where the stench of blood was most intense.
Won Rip there was strangling Seo Ran in his blood.
Kugugugu…
I clenched my teeth.
Won Rip leisurely held the Bongmyeongin.
On the outside, he was still at the early Nascent Soul stage, albeit weakened.
Inside the castle, he had returned to the mid Nascent Soul stage.
[To enter my territory and face me with the Bongmyeongin…? Your courage is admirable. But all of you who have damaged even my Nascent Soul will become nothing but a drop of the River of Ten Thousand Springs.]
He smiled maliciously.
[Even though a Heavenly Person cultivator appeared and I was momentarily shaken, yes. I once heard the order of one of the elders of the Ghost Valley. A soul fragment waiting to be dragged into the underworld like a ghost on the broken Seopmyeong Ship whose neck was cut off by the madman. Is that you? Haha, with a soul fragment level, I unleashed a Heavenly Person level strike, so the day I am dragged into the underworld is not far off.]
He grinned wickedly.
[Now there is nothing to worry about. All that remains is to kill you all and heal my wounds.]
Kugugugugu!
Blood light flashed around him.
[You thought it was the trap left by Seo Hyul’s Houfeng Blood Variation, but now that I know, I only need to extract the Houfeng Blood Variation cultivation from your body. I will deal with you using only the Blood Demon Array Light and the Blood Spirit Forest Formation!]
Is it possible to win?
It was despairing.
How?
How could I defeat this monster?
Even if I stake my life now and unfold the Fool Moves the Mountain, could I inflict even a single blow?
Was this life worth it?
And then.
Twitch, twitch…
The ghost left in my arms by Song Jin opened its mouth again.
“How is the situation inside?”
“Hm?”
Won Rip’s body trembled at the sound of Song Jin’s voice.
“Seo Ran is captured, and Won Rip is showing off his mid Nascent Soul cultivation while holding the Bongmyeongin.”
[Understood. It will be noisy, so protect Seo Ran well.]
“Hm?”
And then.
Kugugugugu!
With the sound of heaven tearing, one wall of the pitch-black castle collapsed.
A massive shockwave slammed into the hall, and I endured it while cutting through the fragments and shockwave heading toward Seo Ran.
And then.
I knew the identity of the shockwave.
Won Rip and I spoke its name at the same time.
[Seopmyeong Ship?]
“Seopmyeong Ship?”
It was a completely broken, pitch-black derelict ship.
Song Jin had rammed the Seopmyeong Ship into Won Rip’s castle for his disciple.
[Block!]
And the fragments of the Seopmyeong Ship flew and formed an array around Seo Ran.
Won Rip’s body stiffened at the horrific memory of what had just happened to him by Song Jin.
[Whoever wants to live, enter my formation on your own! I will let everyone else in except that bastard.]
Kugugugu!
Song Jin gripped the steering wheel of the Seopmyeong Ship and spoke while glaring with ghost flames.
[After all this time fighting that bastard, I have very little time left to hold out in the realm of existence. Just go at once.]
“Mas… Master…!”
Seo Ran called out to Song Jin in a desperate voice.
Song Jin looked at Seo Ran and spoke.
“Disciple, remember well. The will of the Ghost Valley is not continued by this Seopmyeong Ship, but by those people.”
Sruuurk…
Song Jin took out a jet-black bead from his bosom.
The Wave-Breaking Pearl.
[Although the Bongmyeongin is terrifying, there are no fewer than three ways to destroy it. First is a fate stronger than the Bongmyeongin. Second is overwhelming power. And third is…]
“No! Wave-Breaking Pearl! As a descendant of the Sea Dragon King, I order you not to respond to Master’s command!”
Kugugugugu!
The Seopmyeong Ship began to vibrate.
[History. If you possess a long history, you can resist fate. With fifty thousand years of history, taste the Seopmyeong Ship…!]
Buuuung!
The Seopmyeong Ship and the Wave-Breaking Pearl began to shine at the same time.
“Why aren’t you listening to me! Wave-Breaking Pearl! Hear me!”
Seo Ran cried out with his eyes rolled back, ignoring the Seopmyeong Ship.
“No! Master! Master!!!”
[Wave-Breaking Pearl, activate. Seopmyeong Ship…]
Song Jin looked at Seo Ran in his final moment.
Somehow, a smile lay in the corners of his eyes where the ghost flames flowed.
[Self-destruction.]
I hurriedly pulled Cheongmun Jung-jin and the other cultivators into the formation Song Jin had thrown for them.
Won Rip pounded the formation wildly trying to enter, but because Song Jin had not given permission.
Won Rip could only pound the formation while clutching the Bongmyeongin.
And then.
The jet-black storm swept everywhere.
* * *
The storm subsided.
Seo Ran shed bloody tears, freed himself from Won Rip’s blood, and looked at the fragments before him.
“A… aaaa… aaaa…”
The formation Song Jin had thrown held barely against the storm just now.
The reason it could withstand the terrifying spatial storm was not that the formation itself was hard, but that the formation made of the Seopmyeong Ship’s fragments was unaffected by the same Seopmyeong Ship’s power.
It was a matter of attribute, not magnitude.
And then.
I came out from outside the formation.
Clunk, clunk…
“Ha…”
I muttered as if spitting it out.
“Truly, I am sick of it.”
The blood-colored lump of flesh.
Above that lump of flesh, the shape of a blue dragon rose and protected the lump of flesh.
“Seo Hyul, Seo Hyul, Seo Hyul! Again you! Stop coming out…!”
Pasasak…
The shape of the sea dragon had exhausted its strength against the spatial storm and faded.
But thanks to Seo Hyul’s protection, Won Rip was still not dead.
“Seo Hyul…!”
I howled the name as if spitting it out.
Chuuu, chuuuurak!
And the lump of flesh began to regenerate.
Cough, cough…
Won Rip revealed his body again.
Won Rip also looked on the verge of death now.
His mask was shattered, leaving only his eyes and forehead covered, and his mouth exposed.
His cultivation had now reached only the Core Origin level.
But.
Uuuuung!
The fragments of the pitch-black castle shattered by the Seopmyeong Ship added strength to him.
Uuuung!
Won Rip’s cultivation surged all the way to the early Nascent Soul stage.
“Hu… huha… huhaha…”
Whether he could not even utter words, he laughed with his mouth.
“The Bongmyeongin… the Bongmyeongin… saved me! Moreover, at the early Nascent Soul stage, I am still… you all…”
The fellow who was about to continue speaking vomited blood.
“Kkurruk… kkuk…!”
“Tsk…”
I tried to approach him, but he waved his hand and the blood light of the early Nascent Soul level erupted and blocked me.
“You insects, you young brats… Do you know how I have lived all these years…? For nine hundred years… Do you know what preparations I made and with what heart I lived? I will not die. I will not die!”
He unleashed a malicious smile and released the power of the early Nascent Soul stage.
I looked at him calmly.
“I have also lived about nine hundred years.”
“What…?”
“Do not throw around your age so casually in front of me…!”
Kwaaang!
I charged at him and swung the Invisible Sword.
But he coughed blood from the Seven Apertures and shook me off, and I fell backward from the recoil.
“Kkuk…!”
“K, khehe… These trash. The bugs who drove me to this state…! I will kill, I will kill you all…”
I writhed and tried to stand.
And then.
“…?”
Between the fragments of the pitch-black castle, a jade bead fell.
The bead was beneath Won Rip’s foot.
I quickly searched my pocket.
“Ah…”
Fortunately, Hyang-hwa’s bead was in my pocket.
Then that was…
‘Wol Ryang’s great-grandson. It was his…’
His keepsake had been rolling around somewhere in his castle after being devoured by Won Rip.
When I looked at the bead.
Won Rip noticed my gaze and said mockingly.
“Ah, yes. This bead. Was it the bead of that woman who was beside you two hundred years ago?”
He approached the bead.
He deliberately made me recall the memory of Buk Hyang-hwa and provoked me.
A despicable provocation.
But it was also proof that he had been cornered that much.
“Such trash.”
Crack, cruuud—
He stomped the great-grandson’s bead of Wol Ryang flat.
Cruuuud—
“You trash who carry around trash like you are nothing. No matter how you struggle, with the Bongmyeongin in hand…”
“…No.”
“What?”
I slowly rose from my seat.
I had decided.
“…Trash. No.”
“…Haha, is this trash? Look closely. This trash. What is beneath my foot…”
I had decided to keep him alive until the day I could offer his neck to their eternal glory.
But now.
With Song Jin staking his life and giving me this chance.
I had decided.
Even if I could not offer his neck to their eternal glory, I would kill him.
I gritted my teeth and raised the Colorless Glass Sword.
“What you tread upon now… is not the only thing.”
At this very moment.
“What you tread upon… none of all the things you have trampled under your dirty feet until now…!”
I.
“Trash. No!!!”
More desperately than ever.
“I will show you!”
I raised the sword and sought the next realm.
“What it was that you tread upon!”
Danak Sword Art.
“The final ultimate form…”
The Twenty-Fourth Strike.
“The Fool Moves the Mountain!”
The end of the Danak Sword Art.
The most dangerous self-destruction technique burst from my fingertips.