A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into the Murim World

Chapter 63

From the roof of a remote building at the Zhou Family headquarters, Bai Hualin, the Blood Demon of the Heavenly Change Sect, who had been playing mahjong with Jin Ga-hee, suddenly sprang to her feet.

Her pupils were shaking as if they had detected something.

Of course, as a beauty-detection expert (or beauty-detecting woman) Bai Hualin was never going to miss someone like Sima Zhong!

“Wow, what the hell is that guy? Is he the legendary Song Yu?”

“Sis, he looks a lot like Pan An, doesn’t he?”

“Hey, what are you doing? Let’s go!”

“Yes, Sis!”

They were so surprised, it was enough to remind them of the legendary handsome figures, Song Yu and Pan An from ancient times. Their reaction was anything but ordinary.

Their movements on the roof were astonishing, almost as if they were flying.

Whoosh!

Bai Hualin, who had closely followed Sima Zhong’s group, crouched as she noticed another man and quickly lowered her body. Her eyes glistened like a hawk, observing the situation.

“That guy’s not bad either.”

Although overshadowed by Sima Zhong, the young master of the Tianhua Sect, Sou Cheon-hwa, was also a handsome man in the martial world.

“Hmm. The clothes… isn’t that Nungra silk? Looks like he’s loaded with money.”

Sou Cheon-hwa, draped in splendid silks and adorned with expensive jewelry, was clearly the epitome of wealth.

“You take him.”

“Yes, Sis?”

“Take him for yourself.”

Jin Ga-hee frowned.

“I’m not doing the dishes. Why would you say something like that? Let’s eat together.”

“What the hell?!”

Despite Sima Zhong being a skilled martial artist with incredible power, he could hardly ignore their chattering.

Sima Zhong, who had just been treated like food, looked around, unsure whether he had heard it correctly, and eventually spotted Bai Hualin and her group.

He walked over to her, his expression one of disbelief.

“Are you seriously talking about me?”

Bai Hualin, flustered, muttered, “Holy crap, did you hear that from this distance? Should I have used the Qi barrier first?”

“Sis, you’re at least in the realm of the Fire Realm.”

Sima Zhong froze, his face turning pale with shock.

Hearing a curse like that from such beautiful women? For Sima Zhong, who had spent his life surrounded by righteous women from orthodox sects, it was nothing short of a shock.

“Are you women from the unorthodox sects?”

Bai Hualin gave him a sly, sideways glance.

“Why bother discussing the emotions between men and women? If hearts align, everything else falls into place.”

“What… what?”

Sima Zhong’s face flushed red, but Bai Hualin took his response as consent.

“Right now? I do like being outdoors, but I don’t mind the inside of a carriage either.”

“Ew, lewd!”

“Hi!”

At the moment when Sima Zhong was on the verge of a mental breakdown, Bai Hualin performed an astonishing movement technique, blurring out of sight and reappearing next to Jin Ga-hee.

Her right hand seemed to be holding something strange.

“Wow, that’s huge! Is this real?”

Jin Ga-hee, who had roughly noticed the shape of Bai Hualin’s hand, was also shocked.

“No way, Sis, you’re lying!”

“Have you ever seen me joke about food?”

“No, but Sis, is that really true?”

“You’ve been living in denial, haven’t you?”

“If that’s true, is that a horse… or a person?”

Meanwhile, Sima Zhong, looking bewildered, stared at his own lower body in disbelief.

When something so extraordinary happens to a person, they can’t react.

Could it really be that a woman would suddenly touch an object like that in broad daylight, with so many people around?

It all happened so fast that he didn’t even have time to react.

“No, no, what the hell…!”

Shudder, shudder, shudder.

“Hey, what the hell is going on here again?”

Suddenly, Zhou Hui, who had appeared like lightning, scolded Bai Hualin and Jin Ga-hee but then turned to Sima Zhong.

“Hmm?”

The once-dignified martial artist Sima Zhong, who was known for his refined and noble nature, now looked like a rogue from the unorthodox sects.

Zhou Hui stared at Bai Hualin.

“What kind of trouble are you causing now?”

“That guy, he’s… this big.”

Zhou Hui looked at the hand formation Bai Hualin had made and, with a strange expression, asked again, “Did you really… touch it?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, you crazy woman!”

Well, that aside, was that hand shape really real?

“Are you sure it wasn’t an accident?”

“I’m telling you, it’s real. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Wow! Is that really true?”

The hand shape Bai Hualin made, seemingly holding something, was so massive that it seemed impossible to believe.

That was practically the size of a child’s thigh, wasn’t it?

Men may joke about sticks or clubs, but does something like that actually exist? And in everyday life?

Zhou Hui, with a look of awe, stared at Sima Zhong.

Could he really be holding such a thing? If that’s true, wouldn’t he be too valuable to rot in the martial world?

“He must be a secret lover of the Empress or something, someone who could rule the world.”

“How dare you!”

Of course, Bai Hualin and Jin Ga-hee might be shameless, but now Zhou Hui was chiming in, evaluating his ‘goods’?

Sima Zhong could barely suppress his humiliation, his body trembling in shame, but sadly, that wasn’t the end.

At that moment, Zhang Yilong, who had appeared from nowhere, flexed his muscular build and let out a stunned exclamation.

“Ha! I always had some pride in my own, but the world is a big place!”

Yim Sang-rok, who had arrived with Zhang Yilong, also snickered.

“A true god of men has appeared in the martial world! The greatest man in the world!”

At this point, it would be stranger for anyone to keep their composure.

Eventually, the once-noble Sima Zhong had fallen into disgrace.

“These bastards!”

Thud.

However, casually draping his arm over Samajung’s shoulder, Jang Il-ryong whispered in his ear with a look of reverence.

“Respect. What’s the secret?”

“Get… get off!” Samajung responded sharply.

Yeom Sang-rok also draped his arm over Samajung’s shoulder.

“Did you sleep with a thousand-year-old dragon or something? Something this good, we should share it.”

“Move aside!”

“Come on, let’s have a drink and tell us your secret. Have you ever heard of Seolhwa Sinju, the signature drink of the Jo Ga Daesang Hwe?”

The men rallied together, and Baek Hwa-rin scowled in annoyance.

“Hey, muscle pig. Even shit water has waves. My business isn’t over yet.”

“Come on now. How can a woman be so undisciplined? You were so loyal to Brother Jo Hwi, but how can you suddenly switch to another man overnight?”

“Hey, if a guy looks like that and has that thing, what woman could resist?”

“Heh! Is that all you can think about, sister? You’re like a dog!”

“You’ll understand if you learn the Hyun Eum Sa Sa Gong. So move aside.”

Jang Il-ryong was taken aback.

“Hyun Eum Sa Sa Gong? Did you inherit the skills of the Celestial Demoness?”

The Celestial Demoness was a legendary name in the world of the martial arts sects, notorious for seducing and killing countless men.

“Well, I don’t kill them. Compared to the Grand Master, I’m not that cruel.”

Yeom Sang-rok was equally shocked.

“Wow! This sister is going all the way!”

The Celestial Demoness was a legendary figure in the world of the martial arts sects, capable of outshining most other masters in history.

If she had been active during her time, the sects would likely have restructured around her.

Baek Hwa-rin was famous for her shape-shifting techniques, but her martial arts were not widely known.

To think she was learning the techniques of such a ruthless witch!

Of course, Jo Hwi had also heard the legends of the Celestial Demoness in the “Wind and Clouds of the Martial World” book.

He smiled and muttered to himself.

“So that’s what it was.”

Hyun Eum Sa Sa Gong was a technique that dealt with controlling evil energy, and to control it properly, absorbing a man’s Yang energy was the best option.

So what about Jin Ga-hee?

“Hey, Baek Hwa-rin had a desperate reason. But what about you?”

Jin Ga-hee pouted her lips.

“I just like men.”

“Mm…”

Jo Hwi was left speechless.

Well, it was the truth of nature.

At that moment, Yeom Sang-rok chipped in.

“Can’t you see that terrifying face? She’s filled with a sinister energy since birth. It’s only natural she’s looking for a man.”

“Shut up!”

“You can’t shut me up.”

“You’re asking for it?”

Whip!

Jin Ga-hee grabbed a whip and cracked it, causing Yeom Sang-rok to flee immediately.

Samajung watched all of this, stunned.

The teachings of the orthodox sect begin with refining one’s body and mind.

Impure desires are driven out through patience and self-restraint, and improper thoughts are corrected through contemplation like the clear mirror of the mind.

For someone like Samajung, who had spent his life purifying his heart, the current scene was nothing short of a mental breakdown.

No matter how much of a woman martial artist Baek Hwa-rin was, didn’t she have any sense of loyalty or discipline?

“I once thought like you.”

The man who was politely addressing Samajung was Namgung Jang-ho.

Namgung Jang-ho, still watching the noisy scuffle between Jo Hwi’s group, let out a small chuckle.

“At first, you’d think they weren’t even human. You’d think they were afflicted with madness.”

Samajung felt a sense of relief.

He had finally met someone who could speak his language at Jo Ga Daesang Hwe.

He nodded slowly, facing Namgung Jang-ho.

“I feel exactly like that.”

At last, he felt at ease after encountering someone with a clear mind in this chaotic place.

Namgung Jang-ho, still smiling, spoke again.

“Do you know what nickname they call me? ‘The Boxer Bug’. But that’s not because they disrespect the orthodox teachings. They’re just teasing me, I guess. To be honest, it doesn’t bother me much anymore.”

If someone called you a bug, it would naturally make you angry, right?

Samajung looked at him with a puzzled expression, and Namgung Jang-ho’s smile widened.

“I can’t exactly explain why it feels that way. But I can say one thing for sure.”

“What is it?”

Namgung Jang-ho’s expression grew more serious.

“They definitely have some value that our orthodox sect lacks.”

Lewd? Disrespectful?

That’s all Samajung had observed.

Could such things really be called “value”?

Namgung Jang-ho smiled faintly again.

“You’ll understand as you experience more. Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Namgung…”

Samajung nodded politely.

“The young martial artist from the Namgung family with the symbol of the Sky Sword. Who else could it be? I already knew. I’m Samajung. Though I’m ashamed to say it, I’m called ‘Mu-gun’ in the martial world.”

At that moment, a loud voice came from the opposite side.

“Oh? Brother Namgung? When did you arrive?”

Jo Hwi was strangling Baek Hwa-rin by the neck.

“I just got here. What are you doing with a guest here?”

“Wait, hey, where are you biting? Are you out of your mind? Are you seriously doing this? Get your hands off me!”

Baek Hwa-rin, her neck still caught in Jo Hwi’s grip, groped all over his body, her face lighting up with a lewd glint.

“Heh, now that I’ve seen him, I can imagine the naked form of the so-called Sword God in my head even with my eyes closed!”

Namgung Jang-ho let out a thin sigh as he looked at Baek Hwa-rin, who was trembling in ecstasy.

“Ugh, please stop. Is that something to brag about?”

“Of course it is! Have you ever touched a Sword God?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Well, if you’re jealous, just admit it.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Why? Do you want to check it out? I’m not against it.”

“I have no interest. Just go back to what you were doing.”

“Okay.”

Jo Hwi tightened his grip on Baek Hwa-rin’s neck.

“What do you mean okay? You crazy woman!”

“Ah! It hurts!”

“It’s to make you feel pain.”

“Let go! Let go of me!”

Samajung once again felt a sense of helplessness and glanced at Namgung Jangho.

“What is this, a street market brawl? A person called the *Sogeomsin* (Little Sword God) behaving like this…”

Namgung Jangho gave a faint smile and gestured toward Baek Hwa-rin, who was still holding onto Jo Hwi.

“That woman, without hesitation, infiltrated the enemy lines where she had to stake her life on the mere word of the *Sogeomsin*. Of course, she had no prior interaction with him.”

Then, Namgung Jangho looked at Yeom Sang-rok.

“That man, without hesitation, aimed at his master with a double spear to protect the *Joga Daesanghoe*. There was no grand loyalty to the *Sogeomsin*. He was, in fact, our hostage.”

Finally, Namgung Jangho’s gaze shifted to Jin Ga-hee.

“That woman, without hesitation, risked her life to protect the descendants of the Northern Sea, who are cursed and feared by the entire martial world. She acted without any calculation.”

“…”

Samajung fell silent, and Namgung Jangho shifted his gaze to the vast view of the *Joga Daesanghoe*.

“Always hide a bit of your strength. Be cautious and prepare for the enemy’s schemes. Before making an important decision, always think of your family’s honor. These are the lessons you and I have learned throughout our lives. Etiquette, duty, righteousness, chivalry, honor, and justification. We’ve been taught too many things. But they…”

Namgung Jangho rubbed his chest with a sigh.

“If they make a decision, it’s not with their heads—it’s with their hearts. I don’t know how to describe it, but I can tell you this…”

He thought for a moment, then gave up with a light chuckle.

“I just like them, that’s all.”

Yes, that was it.

It was simply something he enjoyed looking at, and any explanation beyond that would be mere embellishments.

Namgung Jangho turned his attention back to Jo Hwi.

“And that *Sogeomsin* is the core that moves their hearts. His incredible skills? His overwhelming martial arts? His eloquent speech? I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know what it is about the *Sogeomsin* that moves their hearts.”

“Hmm…”

Samajung pondered for a moment, then cautiously spoke.

“What about you? Aren’t you supposed to focus on learning statecraft as the heir of the Namgung family? Why waste time here…”

Namgung Jangho smiled bitterly.

“That damned man moved even my heart.”

At that moment, Jo Hwi swiftly approached using his *Gyeongsinbeop* (Mysterious Movement Technique) and glared at him.

“Hey, Namgung hyung, were you talking bad about me?”

“The most carefree person in the world. Stop the pointless brawling and greet our guest.”

Jo Hwi suddenly began swinging his sword around.

Namgung Jangho, who had been closely observing Jo Hwi’s sword techniques, froze in shock.

“That, that’s!”

Jo Hwi grinned.

“Ah, right. It’s a variation of *Cheondan Mugeukse*.”

It seemed like a casually extended sword stance, but the immense force behind it was immediately recognized by Namgung Jangho.

“Last night, while lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, I suddenly thought of the lord’s sword form. It was an image I spontaneously conceived, and when I applied it to *Cheondan Mugeukse*, it fit perfectly.”

“One more time! Just once more, please show me!”

Namgung Jangho, with his nostrils flaring like a bear, wore a pained expression, prompting Jo Hwi to swing his sword without hesitation.

Namgung Jangho, with his bloodshot eyes, persistently watched Jo Hwi’s sword form, not missing even the smallest movement, before finally gasping in awe.

“Ha, by the heavens…”

What he saw was undoubtedly from another realm, another level of swordsmanship.

“Hmm.”

Namgung Jangho slowly sat down cross-legged and reflected.

“Ah, here we go again. Hmm?”

Strangely, Samajung’s expression twisted in an even more bizarre way than Namgung Jangho’s surprise.

“Th-that sword form!”

Jo Hwi tilted his head.

“What about it?”

Then came Samajung’s loud exclamation.

“Did you just perform *Muhye* (the Unsolvable) from the main family’s style?!”

Jo Hwi looked at Samajung in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

*Muhye* was the highest and most spiritual level of martial arts, a realm only achievable by the *Mushin* (Martial God), and Samajung was shocked that Jo Hwi had somehow recognized it.

“How could you possibly know *Muhye*?”

At this, Jo Hwi’s tone turned serious.

“Why would I not know it? If I hadn’t, how could I have just recognized *Muhye*?”

*Muhye* was a realm that transcended ordinary martial arts. Even someone who had learned from the *Mushin* could only catch fleeting glimpses of it.

And yet, Samajung, with his relatively young age, had never attained such a level himself. How could he recognize it?

“Are you treating me like a blind man? That sword form you just used wasn’t from *Muhye*, it was the *Muhye* *Ten Paths*—the *Jepal* technique, which can shake the heavens!”

“*Gyeongcheon Gohyeon*?” (Shocking the Heaven and Ancient)

At that moment, Jo Hwi realized that it had all been a misunderstanding.

What Samajung had referred to as *Muhye* was not the highest level of *Mushin*’s realm, but a martial art technique from the *Samasega*—the *Muhye Ten Paths*. Jo Hwi had never actually learned any techniques from the *Mushin* himself.

This was because, as *Sogeomsin* and a martial leader in the world, Jo Hwi had never needed to learn basic techniques. Instead, his comprehension of martial arts came directly from insights and experience.

Yet, since the *Mushin* had imprinted his profound teachings into every martial path, Jo Hwi’s own sword technique unconsciously reflected some of those teachings.

*Muhye* had thus already taken root in his style without Jo Hwi even realizing it.

“Well, I see.”

Jo Hwi, who had been contemplating the situation, suddenly swung his sword again.

“Do you recognize this one too?”

This sword form had also emerged from a mental image he had had during his meditation a few days ago.

Samajung, in shock, opened his mouth wide.

“No, could it be *Je-Guro Myungholchwiseon*?” (Misty Ascension to Immortality)

It resembled the sword forms his father had once shown him, forms that Samajung himself had only barely begun to grasp, never having fully achieved.

Though this particular form had been executed without any internal energy, its profound manifestation of *Muhye* was simply beyond description.

Sa Ma-jung felt as if he were about to be intoxicated by the profound and blurry afterimage of the sword.

“How… How is this possible…?”

The opponent’s realm was perhaps even higher than that of his father, or maybe beyond that.

This wasn’t merely a brief glimpse of the Sa Ma family’s vision.

Such a young man.

Even if he had devoted his entire life to mastering the Sa Ma family’s martial arts, the sword move just now was not something that could be easily understood by an apprentice.

He himself had spent his entire life learning the “Muhae 16 Methods.”

Soon, Sa Ma-jung’s head was filled with such questions.

“Did he really receive direct instruction from the Martial Ancestor?”

The Martial Ancestor, who was so noble and steadfast—did he really show his secret techniques to someone outside the family?

It was an absurd thought, but at this point, could it not be believed?

“Have I been deceived all my life? Could I not have seen it?”

But even while Sa Ma-jung struggled with these burning thoughts, Jo Hwi continued to reflect on his mental images, unaware of his turmoil.

“Hmm… What if I try this…?”

Whip! Whip! Whip!

Suddenly, an illusionary sword move swept through the air.

Over and over, the countless sword moves appeared and vanished. Sa Ma-jung could only gape in awe, unable to speak.

“No… this isn’t Muhae. It’s too crude. I need to reduce the emptiness and squeeze in more destruction… Wait, am I an idiot? Emptiness is the same as Void, so that means…”

Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip!

Whoooosh!

“Huh?”

At that moment, Jo Hwi too became flustered.

“What… What is that?”

Sa Ma-jung took a step back, his face pale.

Far in the distance, Jo Hwi’s group was also staring blankly up at the sky.

In this bizarre situation, what Jo Hwi had achieved was astonishing: the fusion of the Three Gods’ Ultimate Techniques!

By lightly invoking the Spiritless Realm and infusing mental focus into his combined sword energy, the result was…

“What… what is that?”

Jo Hwi, who was also staring in disbelief at the phenomenon he had just created, could hardly believe it.

Whoooosh.

A giant black hole appeared above the Jo Ka Grand Assembly!

This wasn’t just a simple force that absorbed and crushed things like the traditional public destruction techniques; it was on an entirely different level.

It contained the infinite emptiness of the Sword God, the mad destruction of the Demon God, and the mysterious, distant nature of the Muhae.

But before they could fully marvel at it…

Jo Hwi raised his immense internal power and shouted toward the surroundings.

“Shit! Everyone get out of the way! Emergency! Jo Ka Grand Assembly is in danger!”

No matter how much he tried to use his ultimate mental focus to retrieve it, the relentless black hole refused to dissipate.

If that monstrous black hole fell onto the Jo Ka Grand Assembly, Jo Hwi couldn’t even begin to imagine the disaster that would ensue.

Bai Hua Lin screamed sharply.

“What the hell is that? Did you do this?”

“Hey, I’m just as surprised as you! I swear it wasn’t on purpose! Get out of here! Take the people and run as far as you can!”

Having finished speaking, Jo Hwi leapt into the air on his steel sword.

Even the usually composed Namgung Jang-ho, who was now awakening with a somewhat exhausted expression, stared blankly at the sky.

“Hah!”

Rumble… rumble…

The vast grounds of the Jo Ka Grand Assembly seemed to tremble as if experiencing an earthquake.

A powerful force, unimaginable from the air, could be felt.

“Get away! That guy is pushing his power to the limit!”

“What? What is that?”

This wasn’t a natural disaster—it was the pressure of a human’s energy?

“That’s a typical phenomenon when the Sword God pushes his mental focus to the extreme! Get as far away as you can!”

Rumble—

Sa Ma-jung’s entire body stiffened in shock as he checked his condition.

His skin was torn to pieces, and blood was flowing everywhere.

This immense force wasn’t a martial art—it was the pure pressure of mental focus!

This wasn’t something any of the five absolute martial emperors of the Sa Ma family had ever wielded.

“This is like…”

In the midst of this, Sa Ma-jung suddenly thought of the Martial Ancestor’s divine power.

This was a barrier beyond the human realm.

It was a level that no human could ever reach!

But at that moment, an even more overwhelming surge of mental energy surged from the sky.

Whoooosh—

The figure of the Sword God wasn’t visible.

What appeared in Sa Ma-jung’s transparent retina was a dizzying array of lines, points, and shapes.

Those ethereal lights, like an illusion, gathered into clusters, eventually forming into a massive black sphere.

Grrrr-

Boom boom boom boom boom-

With a tremendous shockwave, a deafening noise filled the air.

However, the massive, heavy black sphere remained perfectly intact without a single crack.

It merely slowed down its descent to the ground.

As if expecting this, Jo Hwi appeared behind the sphere, raising his steel sword high.

With his sword raised, an unprecedented force began to gather.

Sa Ma-jung could bear no more.

The countless shockwaves were too much for him, and his internal energy boiled over. He could no longer control his vitality.

Even from dozens of meters away, he no longer dared to wager his life.

Having no choice, Sa Ma-jung quelled his emotions, gritted his teeth, and performed his lightness skill to escape the sphere of Jo Hwi’s mental energy.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, but as he looked up at the sky again, he was left speechless.

Boom!

In an instant, a flash of light struck, followed by a powerful thunderous sound.

Boom! Boom!

As the light beams and thunderous noises continued in rapid succession, the enormous and powerful black sphere lost its downward momentum and began rising, slowly ascending into the sky.

Sa Ma-jung, staring blankly at this bizarre sight, was soon joined by Namgung Jang-ho, who was breathing heavily.

“Ugh… such a foolish person in all the world.”

Sa Ma-jung, looking at Namgung Jang-ho shaking his head, voiced his doubts.

“Can such a person truly be called just a martial artist?”

Namgung Jang-ho chuckled and replied.

“That’s why he’s called a god. It’s a bit amusing to hear you say that, coming from the descendant of a martial god.”

“Still, the Sword God is not even thirty years old yet…”

“To those called gods, human reasoning and interpretation mean nothing. You just have to accept it.”

Boom, boom-

The tremendous thunder gradually faded away.

The Sword God was merely repeating the strike to send the ignorant black sphere up into the distant sky.

How could one’s mental focus and inner power be so limitless that they could maintain such an ignorant act?

Boom, boom…

The thunder gradually grew distant.

Soon, all the noise subsided, but the expressions of the Sword God’s companions were grave.

The playful expressions had disappeared, replaced by serious faces.

They were undoubtedly worried about the Sword God.

Three days passed, and on the afternoon of the third day, Jin Ga-hee, who had been fasting and waiting at the same spot, let out a sharp scream.

“Whew—”

“It’s Jo Hwi Oppa!”

Jo Hwi, riding on his iron sword, looked devastated.

The silk robes he had worn were torn like rags, and his once neat hair was disheveled, making him look like a beggar.

Moreover, his face was so pale that it was clear he had suffered severe internal injuries—just looking at him, it was impossible to imagine the extent of his wounds.

At Jin Ga-hee’s scream, Jo Hwi’s companions rushed to his side.

Among them was, of course, Sa Ma-jung.

Jo Hwi dismounted from his iron sword and collapsed onto the ground.

Namgung Jang-ho and Jang Il-ryong rushed to examine his condition.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Brother! What happened to you?!”

Jo Hwi, his eyes closing in weakness, muttered in a hoarse voice.

“I… I left it in the sea… the damn sea…”

Sa Ma-jung, frozen with a blank expression, couldn’t believe it.

Had that enormous sphere traveled all the way from the Great West to the South Sea, while maintaining its mindless impact?

Sa Ma-jung shook his head in disbelief.

“Is he really human?”

He too had begun to speak in the same tone as Jo Hwi’s companions.

* * *

In the middle of the vast ocean, a giant whirlpool was violently spinning.

The enormous black sphere, resembling a black hole, absorbed all the seawater, causing the entire sea to shake violently, distorting even the horizon.

Tidal waves as massive as mountains were constantly forming.

The waves heading toward the distant sea would eventually lose their strength and subside, but the ones moving inland were something Jo Hwi could never ignore.

If the waves of this scale hit coastal villages, dozens of them would surely be destroyed.

But Jo Hwi felt like his head was going to explode.

He had pushed his mental focus to the limit to carry that immense sphere from the Great West to the South Sea.

If he continued to use his mental energy, he didn’t know what would happen to him.

In the end, Jo Hwi had no choice but to rely on the Celestials.

‘Please help me!’

The Celestials didn’t want the common folk’s futile sacrifice either.

However, the scale of this natural disaster was beyond even the Three Gods’ abilities to handle recklessly.

This was a wave of unimaginable proportions!

Moreover, the whirlpool at the center was reminiscent of a flood disaster hell.

—I will do it!

In the end, the most powerful of the Celestials, Cheon Woo-ja, stepped forward.

Originally, his former master, Gui Am-ja, had planned to intervene first, but fearing the attention of the Divine Seat, Cheon Woo-ja insisted on stepping in himself.

However, as soon as Cheon Woo-ja, now embodied in Jo Hwi’s body, tried to act, he was immediately flustered.

“What… What is this? How?”

Spiritual power, regardless of physical ability or cultivation level, could be wielded.

The medium for spiritual power was the practitioner’s strong spiritual energy and their sacred tools.

However, unlike before, his spiritual power was not manifesting through Jo Hwi’s body.

As Cheon Woo-ja panicked, an unprecedented force began to rise from the distant sky.

This mysterious force soon became a brilliant beam of light, striking the surface of the sea.

Boom, boom, boom—

The massive light beam spread across the ocean.

Soon, the black sphere slowly began to rise into the sky.

Even if any Celestial from the spirit realm tried to intervene, they would not be able to subdue that black sphere—but this force seemed to effortlessly draw it upwards like soft down feathers!

As Cheon Woo-ja looked up at the black sphere, now soaring into the distant sky, he muttered, almost to himself.

“Divine Seat.”