A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into the Murim World

A letter arrived from the Sama family.

Mu Huang quickly read the letter, which bore the clear seal of the Sama family’s head.

His eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake.

“Ha…”

He couldn’t understand.

No, he couldn’t comprehend it.

Just a short while ago, the Sama family had actively demanded the position of Deputy Head, and now, out of the blue, they were sending a firm rejection.

There had already been several deep discussions because of the Sama family’s request for the Deputy Head position.

After long persuasion, they had finally reached a unanimous decision.

But now, to have everything canceled, what kind of absurd situation was this?

Mu Huang felt a headache coming on again.

“Pathetic. After so many years in seclusion, have they forgotten how to live in the world?”

“This is not something to take lightly, My Lord,” added the chief strategist of the righteous faction, Zhi Nang, who was overseeing the military affairs of the Wulin Alliance.

“Though their fame in the world is vast, they have only been able to maintain their secluded status through the Alliance’s constant support!”

Mu Huang’s eyes filled with anger.

“If they had any wealth, why would they have lived so harshly, relying only on the supplies sent by the Alliance all these years?”

“Circumstances can be different. Every family has its own rules, don’t they? With the lifting of the martial law, perhaps the head of the family has regained the right to sell off their family treasures,” Zhi Nang suggested.

“Hmm…”

Zhi Nang then made a more elaborate point, his eyes shining with insight.

“Though on the surface they may seem to be supporting the Alliance’s greater cause of restraining the Zhaoda Sect, in reality, they are likely trying to lay the groundwork to regain their power. But if they have hidden wealth, then things change. The ‘World’s Greatest’ title… they have the potential to rise on their own.”

“What about the second possibility?” Mu Huang asked.

“The second possibility is that their long period of seclusion was a lie. The Sama family may have been pretending to struggle under martial law when, in fact, they were already making secret moves in the world of martial arts. If that’s the case, they would have no need to cooperate with us.”

If Zhi Nang’s second theory were true, it would mean that the entire world had been deceived by them for centuries.

The Martial God family had used seclusion to deceive the world and secretly planned something all along?

That was a terrifying possibility.

“And the third?” Mu Huang asked, dreading what might come next.

Suddenly, Zhi Nang sighed softly.

“The third possibility is the most unpleasant of all,” he said.

Mu Huang tilted his head in confusion.

Was there an even worse scenario than the second possibility, where their long period of seclusion had been a lie?

“What exactly is this third possibility that you say is the worst?”

“It’s an early recruitment,” Zhi Nang replied grimly. “Based on the strategic brilliance and intelligence of So Jianxin, it’s entirely possible.”

“Early recruitment? That bastard’s?”

So Jianxin, the leader of the Zhaoda Sect.

Was it possible that he had managed to recruit the Sama family before the Alliance?

“Our discussions with the Sama family seem to have broken down in the middle, so he might have intervened during the negotiations,” Zhi Nang said.

The idea of the Sama family and Zhaoda Sect joining forces left Mu Huang speechless.

He was no fool and understood what this meant.

“The Zhaoda Sect aims to claim both the fame of the sword god and the martial god?”

Zhi Nang nodded gravely.

“Yes. And that’s why it’s the most terrifying possibility. If things proceed this way, the Alliance will gradually lose its presence, and its influence will shrink.”

“Ha…”

“The worst case scenario is that, among the Nine Factions, there could be a faction that leaves the Alliance to join the Zhaoda Sect. If the legends of the sword god and the martial god become the center of the martial world, even the sword sects of the Nine Factions will be swayed.”

Mu Huang squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to imagine it.

This was especially concerning because among the Nine Factions, the Wudang Sect was also a sword sect.

“This despicable…”

But then, as if to make their dark prediction a reality, a sign appeared.

“Urgent! Urgent report!”

Panting and sweating, the inspection officer, Dan Baiwu, entered the office.

Mu Huang looked at him with surprise.

“What on earth happened to you?”

Dan Baiwu’s eyes were hollow, his complexion pale. He had clearly been running non-stop without rest for several days, and his body showed the signs of exhaustion.

“Huff… I came back alone without my subordinates to report the urgent news.”

“Speak! Quickly!”

Dan Baiwu knelt before him.

“So Jianxin is learning the Transformation Body Technique,” he said.

“The… Transformation Body Technique?”

So Jianxin, the Sword God’s direct disciple, was learning the same vile technique used by the Sama family?

“I saw him transform right before my eyes into my exact likeness. It was truly a chillingly precise technique of Body Transformation.”

Body Transformation, also known as the Art of Body and Appearance Change, is a notoriously difficult technique, often associated with dark magic. And now, the Swordless God had mastered it?

This meant that he could become anyone.

“So, what happened? Did he disguise himself as the Inspector and do something?”

Zhegal Chan-hwi, the General of the Alliance, immediately pressed for details.

“He trapped my body with some strange technique. At first, I thought it was poison, but no change appeared in my body despite the passing time. It seems to be his unique martial art. But…”

“But what?”

“He took out my order and a letter from the Alliance and infiltrated the Samase Family.”

“Aaaaaah!”

Zhegal Chan-hwi, usually calm, was now tearing at his hair in despair.

The Swordless God had found out about their plan to ally with the Samase Family and was now working behind the scenes.

His next moves were clear. He wouldn’t help the Alliance; he would disrupt everything under the guise of being the Inspector.

Mu Huang’s face twisted with embarrassment as if his secret had been exposed.

“So that’s why the plan failed.”

“Ha…”

Dan Baek-woo, who had been watching Mu Huang and Zhegal Chan-hwi, now looked even more disturbed.

“… There’s something else I need to report.”

“Speak quickly!”

Dan Baek-woo hesitated for a moment before continuing with difficulty.

“The chariot of the Warrior Lord seems to be heading toward the Great Sword Sect.”

“The Warrior Lord?”

Wasn’t Sima Zhong, the future head of the Samase Family, known as the Warrior Lord?

“Yes, but the white flag of surrender was flying on his chariot instead of the Samase Family’s crest.”

“A white flag?”

A white flag signifies two things: surrender or an apology.

What did it mean for the mightiest family, the Samase Family, to send their young lord as a messenger with a white flag?

Thud.

As the worst-case scenario unfolded, Zhegal Chan-hwi collapsed, unable to remain standing.

Mu Huang shouted in frustration.

“This is outrageous!”

The Alliance had already been struggling with constant disturbances in the northern regions. If the Great Sword Sect accepted the white flag from the Samase Family and revealed it to the martial world… and if the Warrior Lord settled into the Great Sword Sect like a local power…

The greatest issue was that the Swordless God, who had been feeling betrayed by the Alliance, might take any number of unpredictable actions.

“Could it be…?”

Zhegal Chan-hwi shuddered at the thought.

If the letter outlining the Alliance’s efforts to counterbalance the Samase Family’s betrayal were revealed to the martial world, the Alliance’s authority would be shattered beyond repair.

The plans for retaliation were obvious in Zhegal Chan-hwi’s mind, but he knew it was now a race against time.

“We can’t waste any more time! We need to act before the Swordless God takes further action!”

“What can we do?” Mu Huang asked.

“We must hold the greatest martial arts tournament in history before the Great Sword Sect attracts attention! We need to gather all the sects’ focus on the Alliance. If that doesn’t work, we must provoke the Southern Alliance into a conflict!”

“Hmm…”

The hardline faction within the Alliance had repeatedly pushed to destroy the Samase Family, but Zhegal Chan-hwi had always been opposed to spilling blood unnecessarily. Now, he was willing to go to extreme measures, showing the gravity of the situation.

Mu Huang’s voice grew more serious.

“We cannot start a war lightly. Chaos in the martial world would only give the Demon Sect a reason to act freely. We cannot risk awakening a tiger while hunting a fox.”

But Zhegal Chan-hwi shook his head violently.

“Before we’re bitten by the tiger, we might lose our house. I’m more afraid of the Great Sword Sect than the Demon Sect.”

The Great Sword Sect, with its massive influence in the southern region, was an unimaginable force when combined with the prestige of the Swordless God and the power of the Warrior Lord. What was even more dangerous was that the Swordless God seemed to have the mindset of a businessman rather than a martial artist.

Zhegal Chan-hwi, who understood the terrifying implications, clenched his fists. If the Swordless God could turn the martial world’s focus onto his own ambitions, the Alliance would be in jeopardy.

“And what if that treacherous man intends to attack the Southern Alliance while we’re fighting them?”

“We must publicly declare it’s the Alliance’s battle and prevent the Great Sword Sect from interfering,” Mu Huang insisted.

But at that moment, something unusual happened.

Dan Baek-woo, who had been listening to the entire conversation, suddenly cracked a strange smile.

Zhegal Chan-hwi, startled by this unusual expression from the typically serious Baek-woo, was momentarily confused.

“Why is he smiling like that?”

But then, Dan Baek-woo’s voice startled them both.

“You’re all just talking nonsense.”

He calmly stood up, even though he had been kneeling before.

“Even if I try to understand, I can’t. Why do the righteous sects cling so desperately to their honor?”

Mu Huang and Zhegal Chan-hwi froze.

“Normally, when you’re caught trying to harm someone, you feel ashamed and apologize. But what’s this talk of war? Do you think life is a game?”

“Who…?”

Suddenly, Dan Baek-woo’s face flickered and morphed into that of the Swordless God.

“Who else? It’s me, the one you’ve been trying to get rid of, the Swordless God.”

Zhegal Chan-hwi collapsed in shock as the impossible transformation unfolded before him.

The technique of Body Transformation was so perfect that they couldn’t even recognize it. If they had been deceived so completely, how easy would it be for the Swordless God to deceive others?

Taking out the stack of letters from his robe, he threw them onto the floor in front of them.

Swish, swish, swish!

“These are the originals of the Alliance’s decrees. There are thousands more outside the Alliance. So, don’t even think about using your subordinates to do something to me. I’ll just plaster them all over the city.”

Zhegal Chan-hwi’s voice trembled.

“What do you want from us?”

The Swordless God, now completely in control of the situation, casually stated his demands.

“I want full access to the Demon Secret Vault.”

Mu Huang’s eyes widened in shock.

“The Demon Secret Vault?”

The existence of the Demon Secret Vault, the Alliance’s most confidential intelligence organization, was shocking enough. But now, the Swordless God was asking for access?

“That’s impossible! The Demon Secret Vault holds all the world’s intelligence! Do you think the Great Sword Sect has the right to that?”

The Swordless God’s cold eyes narrowed at the stack of Alliance documents.

“Why not? I think we more than qualify.”

If these letters were made public, the Alliance’s reputation would be destroyed, but giving away access to the Demon Secret Vault was an entirely different matter. It was one of the most valuable assets the Alliance possessed.

“If you’re looking for information, you’d better ask for cooperation in its release. I’ll personally send a letter to the keeper of the release.”

At those words, Jo Hwi couldn’t help but chuckle.

The esteemed keeper of the release is currently held by our Jo Gadae Sanghoe, right?

“You’re asking me to trust the keeper of the release?”

Who could possibly trust such a person, a leader of the righteous faction, who is nothing more than a puppet to the secretive underworld?

Suddenly, Jeokchal-hwi, who had been calmly observing, spoke in a stern tone.

“Whether the letter is revealed or not, I cannot allow any further disrespect toward our leader. If you continue with such insolence, you’ll find yourself facing the entire Murim Alliance.”

Caught off guard by the unexpected threat, Jo Hwi ground his teeth.

How audacious!

These backstabbers in the alliance are now acting so brazenly!

His eyes flashing with fury, Jo Hwi struggled to calm his rage and took a few deep breaths.

“As for the Great Leader, he’s the head of the righteous sect, so I’ll be honest with you and ask just one thing.”

At Jo Hwi’s sudden change in tone, Mu Hwang adjusted his posture and stroked his long beard.

“Go ahead.”

Jo Hwi then asked a direct question.

“Have you ever heard of a being known as the ‘Divine Seat’?”

Jeokchal-hwi tilted his head in confusion, but Mu Hwang had an astonished look on his face.

“…How do you know about the Divine Seat?”

“Oh? You know about it?”

So Mu Hwang is truly something else.

Mu Hwang paused for a moment, looking deep in thought, then issued a command to Jeokchal-hwi.

“Please step out for a moment.”

“Ah, understood.”

Once Jeokchal-hwi left, Jo Hwi sat down in the seat opposite Mu Hwang and quietly sharpened his gaze.

“I must say, it’s surprising that the Alliance leader is aware of the Divine Seat’s existence.”

But Mu Hwang merely shook his head slowly.

“It’s not the Alliance. It’s something only the leader of the alliance knows.”

“I see?”

Jo Hwi placed his sword on the table, adjusted his clothes, and continued.

“Then, there are no countermeasures should the Divine Seat appear in the martial world?”

Mu Hwang’s face suddenly became one of despair.

“With how unbelievable the legends of the Divine Seat are, how could we have any countermeasures?”

“Legends?”

Mu Hwang nodded seriously.

“Until I accidentally found the diary of the former leader, the great Heavenly Light Grandmaster, I didn’t even know the existence of the Divine Seat. And the contents of that diary were so outlandish that I couldn’t reveal them to the higher-ups.”

“Could you tell me the contents of the Heavenly Light Grandmaster’s diary?”

“Hmm…”

Mu Hwang closed his eyes, seemingly recalling something with great care.

“In his youth, the Heavenly Light Grandmaster spent some time at Shaolin. One day, a miraculous being appeared and threatened to take Shaolin’s treasures. What’s more, this person’s martial arts were beyond human capability.”

“Hmm.”

Jo Hwi, having a sense of where this was heading, seemed somewhat bored.

“You’re talking about the person who demanded the ‘Jeoseokcheon’s Sacred Artifacts’ from Shaolin, right?”

“Oh, you know about that?”

The Heavenly Light Grandmaster’s story, kept as a closely guarded secret throughout his life, was now being casually mentioned by Jo Hwi, and Mu Hwang found it hard to believe that the young man knew it.

“The legendary gold-plated statues, the eighteen Arhats, and even the unknown monks who had severed ties with the secular world were all powerless against this being. All were defeated terribly. But then, surprisingly, the being who had been hiding deep within Shaolin’s temple…”

“The Demon God appeared.”

“Yes, that Demon God, the Celestial Demon… Wait, hold on!”

Mu Hwang was getting frustrated as Jo Hwi kept interrupting, but Jo Hwi wasn’t stopping.

“I already know the details. Cut to the chase, I’m more curious about what happened after the Celestial Demon was defeated.”

Mu Hwang furrowed his brow, clearly irritated.

“You’re not even surprised that the Celestial Demon was defeated?”

Jo Hwi grinned.

“Why would I be shocked? If the followers of the Divine Seat are allied with the Three Divine Lords, what’s so surprising about that?”

Having personally experienced divine techniques capable of killing martial gods, Jo Hwi didn’t find the story shocking.

“Followers of the Divine Seat?”

“They’re puppets of the Divine Seat. I’ve seen them once. They’re the worst of the worst. They treat the world like a game.”

“You’ve seen them firsthand?”

“Yes.”

“Ha…!”

For Mu Hwang, hearing about the followers of the Divine Seat was as shocking as it was to the former legendary Grandmaster, who had devoted his entire life to tracking them.

After hearing the entire story, Jo Hwi merely stroked his chin with a nonchalant expression.

“So, the Heavenly Light Grandmaster didn’t get any results, did he?”

The legendary leader had dedicated his entire life to uncovering the identity of the mysterious, anonymous martial artist, only to have learned the term “Divine Seat” and that its followers were active in the world of martial arts. That was all.

“Afterward, the Heavenly Light Grandmaster left behind his diary in the Alliance’s archives, hoping future generations would continue his work, but honestly, the content was so implausible that none of the succeeding leaders paid it much attention, myself included.”

“So you were shocked.”

Mu Hwang nodded thoughtfully.

“I admit it. After reading the diary, hearing the term ‘Divine Seat’ from you was the only time it made sense.”

Mu Hwang, having fully revealed all the secrets he knew, looked at Jo Hwi, who now offered a sincere response.

“It seems that the keeper of the release has been infiltrated by the followers of the Divine Seat.”

“The keeper of the release? Infiltrated?”

The keeper of the release was one of the core factions of the martial world.

“Well, it’s not entirely certain, but the keeper of the release has long been involved with the underground networks. The possibility that the keeper is a front for the secretive group, the Bigungilmaek, is quite high.”

“The Bigungilmaek!”

Mu Hwang appeared to be familiar with this name, his face showing alarm.

“The keeper of the release is involved with the Bigungilmaek? Is this really true?”

The Bigungilmaek was a powerful underground organization that had often troubled the powerful figures of the martial world.

“Could it be true? The keeper of the release, one of the pillars of the righteous sect, is affiliated with them?”

Jo Hwi sighed bitterly.

“While I might be a little sneaky and selfish, I’m not a liar.”

Mu Hwang stood in stunned silence before he slowly regained his composure.

“Why would the keeper of the release…”

The keeper of the release was a faction that, despite their lowly rank, upheld justice and righteousness, and they were highly regarded for their sense of honor. They could not possibly fall so low.

Jo Hwi, however, merely nodded thoughtfully.

“It always comes down to the leadership. The heart of the faction lies in the head, not the people.”

“Ha…”

Mu Huang could not refute Jo Hwi’s words.

The wrong choices and betrayals of those who lead the many.

There have been countless examples of such individuals causing harm to this world, and there was no need to open a book and look through history to know that.

“The problem is, this may not end with Gaebang. If a huge faction of 100,000 disciples could be the front for the Bi-gong Il-maek, who can guarantee that other sects are clean?”

The once pure Buddha mind, the noble Taiji, the fully bloomed plum blossom—all could be linked to hidden schemes!

The thought was so disturbing that Mu Huang shook his head in disbelief.

“That’s too far-fetched!”

“I’m just saying it’s a possibility.”

“Ha…” Mu Huang sighed deeply, and then posed a question.

“But what does Bi-gong Il-maek have to do with the followers of the divine seat?”

“They possess modern artifacts… no, artifacts known only to the divine seat.”

“Artifacts known only to the divine seat?”

“Yes.”

Central Jianghu is a vast place, filled with all kinds of artifacts scattered throughout. It wouldn’t be surprising if the followers of the divine seat possessed unique items. Even the Nine Factions, with their regional specialties and artifacts, exhibit cultural differences.

However, what was strange was Jo Hwi’s certainty in stating that these were “artifacts of the divine seat.”

How could he know what artifacts the divine seat possesses?

Yet, Jo Geom-shin’s careful mention of this made Mu Huang take notice. Even Mu Huang, with his experience, could no longer dismiss his claims casually.

As Mu Huang pondered, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Why are you telling me such absurd stories?”

“If I don’t speak honestly, you will just keep tormenting me, won’t you?”

Jo Hwi sighed wearily and moved his dry lips.

“You’re looking in the wrong direction… no, at least you shouldn’t consider the Wu-lim Alliance as my enemy. Don’t worry about me gaining fame. Whether the masters of the North are stirred or not, I couldn’t care less.”

“…”

Jo Hwi slouched in his chair, his body slumped in exhaustion.

“I may be forced to do this by the stubborn old men, but I’m still human, so I get tired. My original goal was simply to live well and eat well. What is all this madness about?”

Mu Huang felt an overwhelming curiosity but was, for some reason, intimidated by Jo Hwi’s aura and couldn’t bring himself to speak.

“Is fighting against the legendary divine seat your life’s work?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

“Ha!”

The young Jo Geom-shin, who had taken as his life’s mission a goal that Mu Huang himself could not even begin to imagine.

Jo Hwi was, perhaps, shouting with desperate determination.

“So please, help me. If the Alliance doesn’t help, who will?”

Mu Huang looked at Jo Hwi’s pitiful expression, as if his heart were crying out.

For a moment, he felt deeply ashamed.

As the undisputed ruler north of the Yangtze, what had he been doing up until now to this young man, who bore a burden that even he could never have imagined?

“I’m sorry. I truly am.”

Mu Huang extended his hand to Jo Hwi with a bitter smile.

“That’s not the attitude of Jo Geom-shin. Please, rise.”

Jo Hwi stared in disbelief but took his hand.

“Wait, just like that?”

Mu Huang smiled kindly at him.

“Are we not allies?”

—

This time, Mu Shin fell ill.

It seemed that the inevitable fate of the immortals of the realm was to fall into sickness, one after the other.

The search through his descendants’ rooms, and the way he had seized the *Cheonmu Dohae Rok* with an air of intimidation, made him feel embarrassed, and he wanted to return to the realm of immortals as quickly as possible.

But this wrong decision led to the tragic end of his Sa Ma Se Ga.

The surrender of the world’s number one family!

Revealing his identity as Mu Shin to Sa Ma Yu-gi and entrusting his body to Jo Hwi was like entrusting a fish to a cat.

In such a short time, Jo Hwi demonstrated incredible strategic insight that Mu Shin could never have dreamed of.

When it came to securing his own benefit, Jo Hwi was not an ordinary schemer.

Even so, Jo Ga’s elite members often came by, laughing and relishing the misfortune, so it was enough to drive one mad.

The descendants of Sa Ma, who had surrendered to Jo Ga, must have felt such satisfaction and exhilaration.

– “Those Sa Ma fools, no matter how much they boast about being the best in the world, compared to our clan, they’re nothing more than fireflies under the moon! Hehe!”

Even the infamous tyrant, despite his ruthless nature, was still the legendary leader of the Jo clan.

Had they known how petty he was, they would never have read or even opened the *Wei Shu* by Chen Shou.

Regardless of Mu Shin’s illness, Jo Hwi returned to Jo Ga’s meeting room and quickly took out a parchment from his coat.

Looking at the bundle of parchment, Jo Hwi frowned lightly.

Despite the grand title of *Cheonmu Dohae Rok*, the parchment was old, tattered, and some sections were unreadable.

Parchment made from animal skin must be stored in a dry, cool place. Exposed to human sweat and body temperature for half a century, it was a miracle it had maintained its shape.

Even for such a treasured family heirloom, wasn’t this a reckless mistake?

Shaking his head at Sa Ma Yu-gi’s foolish and rigid nature, Jo Hwi carefully prepared to open the first page.

The writing inside the parchment was unmistakably written in “Hangul.”

However, unlike the serious or autobiographical tone of the *Cheonmu Dohae Rok*, this writing had a proud and haughty air.

It felt as though it had been written by a completely different person.

– “The Taoists of the Quan Zhen Sect recognize me as a celestial being and revere me as a god. To think they compare me, a mere incarnation of the Three Pure Ones, to such foolish beings. The Three Pure Ones are nothing but illusions!”

Oh…

The ancient martial artists would have certainly regarded the swordsman master’s “void” (空) or the demon god master’s “destruction” (滅) as divine, should they have encountered them.

Was that something to be criticized?

– However, Jeoseokcheon is different. He is undoubtedly a real deity. If I had to guess, he must have already heard the voices of the thrones and eventually been called to join them as an equal. I must search for his sacred treasures throughout the entire world and study them. I will definitely find a way to reach divinity myself.

A chill ran down Cho Hui’s spine.

The unknown mystic who came to Shaolin and demanded Jeoseokcheon’s treasure.

This confirmed that the ancient modern man was indeed the Divine Throne. Finally, all the connections became clear.

– Clearly, the consciousness that pierced through my soul at that time was that of a deity from a distant universe. But after that, I never heard that voice again. I kept reflecting on that time and trying to recreate the same situation, but I could never bring out the martial arts I had displayed in that state of no-self.

With this single line, Cho Hui was able to deduce many things.

When he displayed certain martial arts in a state of no-self, a voice from a distant universe spoke to him, and instinctively, he realized that the voice belonged to a divine being, a deity.

That voice came to him like fate and made him obsess over it for the rest of his life.

The voice he had heard was the “Reach the Divine Throne.”

In fact, the phrase “Reach the Divine Throne” written on the Heavenly Demon’s Three Swords inscription was not something the ancient modern man intended to convey to Cho Hui, but rather, it was the pure voice of the deity that had spoken to him.

The message was meant to induce an extreme state of confusion and intense desire in humans, as described by the following:

There were no more words after that.

Only countless dots and lines, symbols, and truly geometric scattering.

These were desperate struggles to relive the divine realm that he had casually reached in a state of no-self.

Indeed, this could be called the “unresolved” of the martial god.

If it were a martial arts diagram, a series of rules and principles would normally exist, but at first glance, it appeared to be meaningless scribbles, empty and vain.

However, Cho Hui continued to gaze at the endless diagrams, unwavering in his focus.

What he was looking at was none other than fragments of martial arts so astonishing that even the deities of distant universes could not help but marvel at them.

Perhaps he was facing the greatest encounter in the history of the martial world.

Then, at some point, Cho Hui’s expression changed in a peculiar way.

It was the moment he gave up trying to recognize this “unresolved” as his unique martial arts.

The countless points of “void” (空) and the diagram of “destruction” (滅) that could obliterate the world were, at last, understood to merge with the “unresolved” martial principles.

In that moment, Cho Hui’s eyes flared!

For the first time, something like this occurred.

His left eye became the pure white of the Sword God’s snow-flake, while his right eye became the dark purple of the Demon God’s self-reflection.

Both the Sword Heaven and Heavenly Demon manifested within Cho Hui’s body simultaneously.

An extreme pain like burning filled his body, but Cho Hui bit down so hard his teeth bled.

This was not a phenomenon that arose by his own will.

He instinctively knew that if he let this moment slip by, everything would be in vain.

Then, the countless dots, lines, and geometric patterns he had seen in Cheonmu-dong appeared before his eyes like an illusion, blending with the parchment’s diagrams.

The Sword Heaven’s realm – the power of void.

The Heavenly Demon’s realm – the demon fire’s destruction

The Unresolved’s realm– the Heavenly Martial Sea.

The greatest martial abilities of the three warriors in the history of martial arts manifested and began to dance together.

In Cho Hui’s vision, countless diagrams sparkled like starlight, bursting and fading away.

However, the shock and intense exhilaration from those flashes were branded deeply into his soul like a scar.

At that moment, Cho Hui felt some kind of law passing through the heavens and earth.

The breath of nature, mysterious and strange.

A noble self that embraced all things in the universe.

The infinite information poured into his mind continuously.

It was a sense of omnipotence so transcendent and thrilling that no human words could express it.

Then, his pure intention’s path began to disintegrate.

The fragments of his disassembled thoughts began to reassemble into something of an entirely different nature.

What to call this overwhelming power, this transcendental ability? Cho Hui couldn’t grasp it.

But this incredible power only lasted for a moment.

If he could just reach out a little further, if only there was more time, it seemed that he could barely touch it.

It was like a “moment” that lasted a thousand years.

Cho Hui, feeling as though he had confronted an illusion, gazed into the empty space with a sense of desolation.

For a brief time, he had been a god.

He had experienced a transcendental state beyond natural perception.

The omnipotence he had just felt, where he could do anything by simply willing it, was certainly not human.

Then, a sense of fear overcame him.

Had the ancient modern man, who longed for this state, truly reached this realm in the end?

– There is no need to feel such desolation.

The voice of the Sword God, filled with awe, spoke to him.

Cho Hui, still unable to grasp his own sense of existence, felt mentally detached as he struggled with the lingering emptiness.

This feeling of emptiness was akin to the deep sorrow of parting from a beloved, multiplied by millions.

The Sword God’s comforting words had no effect on Cho Hui, as his heart was still filled with that aching void.

The following self-mockery from Cho Hui:

“Why am I not worthy of reaching the Divine Throne?”

What frustrated him most was the curse cast upon him by the cosmic being.

The ancient modern man, having seemingly received divine recognition, trembled with ecstasy and pleasure when he heard the cosmic command, “Reach the Divine Throne.”

But why, then, did this cosmic being cast a curse on Cho Hui and disappear?

The Sword God sighed again.

– Hoo… how could a mere human ever fathom the will of a deity?

The Demon God, sounding excited, shouted:

– I was able to witness the realm beyond nature just now! The realm you just touched surpasses our three deities by a great deal! Just confirming that level was an enormous gain! Why are you so disheartened?

The Martial God also spoke in admiration:

– Above all, isn’t it amazing to have confirmed the will of a divine being? To receive the call of the divine through martial arts, I still can’t believe it. All this time, I feared the Divine Throne, yet never truly believed…

The Sword God spoke again.

– Above all, a martial artist who has experienced great enlightenment will never be the same as before. Haven’t you noticed that you are changed?

“Eh? Changed?”

His sense was the same as usual.

The disassembled and reassembled thoughts still held his original martial intent, completely separate from the omnipotence he had just felt.

– Check for yourself!

– Try to form your martial intent! Quickly!

After a while, Cho Hui mumbled, grumbling, and reluctantly began to activate his martial thoughts.

“Mm?”

Thus, the martial intent re-manifested once again.

Cho Hui could not help but acknowledge that, even within the familiar sensation, something had changed.

“Wh-what happened?”

Whoosh!

His left eye blazed white!

His right eye shimmered with a dark purple hue!

As he activated his martial thoughts, both the Sword Heaven and the Heavenly Demon manifested simultaneously.

Although the sense of omnipotence was not the same as before, there was undoubtedly something new engraved within his body.

The only thing he lacked was the “unresolved”.

That was a name he would spend his entire life searching for, just as the ancient modern man had done.