A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into the Murim World

Chapter 76

It was not that **Jo-hwi** couldn’t understand his comrades’ feelings.

Suddenly being told they had to fight against divine beings, beings that were far beyond their reach—how could that not be a tremendous psychological burden?

However, summoning a god into one’s own body was an immense expenditure of spiritual power. **Jo-hwi** knew that very well.

Thus, with a serious expression, he immediately rejected his comrades’ request.

“No.”

To **Yeom Sang-rok**, it appeared as though **Jo-hwi** intended to keep all the powerful, esteemed beings of the Spirit Realm to himself.

“In the midst of the destruction of the Central Plains, you wish to monopolize the opportunity for yourself? Isn’t that a bit too greedy?”

Ugh, this despicable guy.

**Jo-hwi** sighed deeply and slowly began explaining.

“The fact that the elders would need to summon a god into my body…”

As **Jo-hwi** continued his explanation, his comrades’ faces grew more puzzled by the moment.

“Spiritual power?”

“What’s that?”

**Jo-hwi** was confident that he had delved deeply into the world of intent and mind, but the concept of spiritual power was still beyond his complete understanding.

“Well… maybe it’s like an internal energy for martial artists?”

Finally, his comrades’ faces stiffened as they understood the analogy.

Internal energy was the very essence of a martial artist. To make them sacrifice so much just to impart their teachings was not something they could accept lightly.

“Is that the situation…?”

“We didn’t know about that…”

– **There’s no need for that.**

The indifferent voice of the Sword Sage, **Gum-shin**, interrupted.

**Jo-hwi**’s face turned pale.

“Please, Master, no!”

– **No matter the reason, when you were caught in the **Heaven’s Thunder** calamity, the spiritual power of our elders increased dramatically. It’s not something you need to worry about.**

“Still…!”

Despite **Jo-hwi**’s protests, the Sword Sage always insisted on going through with the summoning, never wavering.

**Boom!**

A tremendous energy surged through **Jo-hwi**’s body as the great Sword Sage manifested. The first to react was **Nam-gung Jang-ho**.

“Ah…!”

Though **Jo-hwi** might have had a stronger martial aura, the Sword Sage exuded a pure and undisturbed power simply by standing still.

The spiritual energy, too vast to put into words, spread gently across the world, filling it with a mysterious presence.

Even **Kang Bi-woo**, who had devoted his life to the sword, couldn’t help but kneel in awe before the Sword Sage’s overwhelming presence.

The **Sword Sage**’s gaze was a judgment of his entire life.

Could **Kang Bi-woo** truly claim that he had dedicated himself entirely to the sword?

“I… I…!”

**Kang Bi-woo** couldn’t respond immediately.

Simply by standing there, **Gum-shin** was proving himself in every way.

**The Sword Sage**.

In all the world, only he was complete in the way of the sword.

The **Sword Sage**’s gaze then fell upon **Kang Bi-woo**’s left arm.

“You gave up your **left-hand sword**?”

Chills ran down **Kang Bi-woo**’s spine.

“How…!”

He had abandoned his left-hand sword before the age of ten.

“Such a pity. If you hadn’t abandoned the left-hand sword, you could have reached the ultimate realm before the age of thirty and become invincible in the world. It’s a waste that such a unique talent was never fully realized.”

As **Gum-shin**’s words struck, **Kang Bi-woo**’s face turned pale.

The **Sword Sage** had seen through the truth of his life, one that even **Kang Bi-woo** had hidden deep within.

He had known all along that his left arm had much stronger strength than his right. In particular, the meridians in his left arm were far more developed.

For years, the process of circulating energy through his meridians had been difficult, as all martial artists experienced. However, his left arm had been so unusual that even his master had once called it deformed, with an overwhelming number of open meridians.

But the teaching of the **Left-Hand Sword** was absent from the technique of **The Lone Sword**, meaning training it was impossible without completely restructuring the theory of the swordsmanship.

So, with much regret, he had chosen the **Right-Hand Sword** instead.

He had always felt uneasy about the left-hand sword, but now, hearing the direct criticism from the **Sword Sage**, **Kang Bi-woo** felt as though the heavens had fallen upon him.

On the other hand, **Nam-gung Jang-ho** received a satisfied look from the **Sword Sage**.

“Indeed, it’s good.”

**Nam-gung Jang-ho** was a late bloomer, one whom the **Sword Sage** had observed for a long time.

His physical strength was impressive, but it was his mind and heart—like a pine tree—that truly pleased the **Sword Sage**.

“Do not doubt it. Keep progressing like this, and you will certainly reach the level of a **Grandmaster** with your sword.”

The **Nam-gung family**’s swordsmanship was known for its gradual mastery.

One day, his sword would represent the Central Plains and echo across the world.

However, **Nam-gung Jang-ho**, with a satisfied smile, urgently called out to the **Sword Sage**, who had turned away.

“Master Sword Sage! Right now, I…”

“Do you consider your sword to be insignificant?”

“……”

Nangong Jangho could not respond and lowered his head.

The Sword God admonished him with a calm gaze, like the stillness of a lake.

“The thousand-year-old giant pine does not easily break in harsh northern winds because its roots have deeply penetrated the earth over many years. If it were to fall easily, how could the royal family’s sword be considered ‘correct’? If the Changchen Sword truly contained the will of a king, do not try to influence me with the teachings of ‘evil.'”

Under the solemn reprimand of the Sword God, Nangong Jangho’s mind cleared, but he still could not hide his desire to receive guidance from this great being.

“Even now, the sword you wield, influenced by this ill-tempered fellow, is too hasty. I would rather urge you to proceed more slowly and steadily.”

Nangong Jangho made a grimace.

He had heard similar words from his father.

For some time now, his father had remarked that the signature of the Nangong family’s sword style had been fading.

Nangong Jangho could not deny that it was because of the influence of Jo Hwi.

“…I will remember that.”

Suddenly, the Sword God’s gaze turned toward Yeom Sangrok.

“Vulgar.”

The Sword God’s disdainful look toward Yeom Sangrok caused him to grow furious.

While scolding Nangong for a similar thing, the Sword God had lavished praise on him, but now, he called Yeom Sangrok “vulgar”?

“Ah, no! If you’re the Sword God, isn’t everything acceptable? What’s so vulgar about me?”

Smack!

“You little brat!”

Nangong Jangho slapped Yeom Sangrok on the back of the head, glaring at him.

How dare he speak like that in front of the martial world’s sword master, the greatest swordsman in history, who was revered as the ancestor or even the god of swords?

“What, you want to fight? Just because you reached the level of Huojing doesn’t mean you can act recklessly now, huh? Hah! Gaiya!”

Yeom Sangrok went to lament to Jin Gahee, but the Sword God’s mocking voice cut through again.

“Have you ever chosen to endure hardship? All your life, whenever the difficulty of swordsmanship became too much for you, you would turn to the Dao, and when training in the Dao became too tough, you’d switch to a spear. And when the intricate spear techniques became troublesome, what would you pick up next?”

What a fortune teller.

“Did you end up with a sickle? Of course, that must have been easy. You learned it quickly, reaching its level of achievement fast. And that’s why your future is non-existent.”

As the Sword God spoke as though he could see Yeom Sangrok’s entire life, Yeom Sangrok felt a chill run down his spine.

It was true that he had passed through various weapons: sword, Dao, spear, and finally, he had begged the infamous Black Heaven Eight Kings to teach him sickle techniques, thinking it would be the quickest path to success.

But that did not mean he regretted it.

Was he supposed to spend his whole life perfecting martial arts in a solitary and difficult path while others climbed the ranks, becoming great warriors with power and prestige?

“No, no! Is it a sin to seek efficiency in a short life?”

The Sword God’s eyes filled with even more disdain at Yeom Sangrok’s plea.

“Do you think martial arts are merely tools for success and glory? In that case, I have no teachings to offer you. You are not a true martial artist.”

Yeom Sangrok trembled with rage.

“What does it mean to be a true martial artist, then?”

“You cannot discuss martial arts with someone who is not a martial artist.”

“Th-This is unfair!”

The Sword God coldly ignored him and turned his gaze to Jin Gahee.

“You are sick.”

“What?”

The Sword God’s expression softened as if he were a father concerned for his daughter.

“Life is hard, and who could deny that? But martial arts built on resentment and hatred are like earthen castles—they will eventually crumble before the passage of time.”

The Sword God’s spiritual energy wrapped around Jin Gahee’s body, warming her.

“Moreover, the achievements you’ve gained through evil qi will eventually poison your bones. In fact, it may already be happening. Relax and let your body surrender to me.”

“Aah…”

A faint smile appeared on the Sword God’s lips.

“It’s fortunate that I noticed this before the evil qi reached your core.”

Jin Gahee crumbled, as though the weight of her isolation had washed away with the Sword God’s words.

The truth of her situation, that her heart and body were poisoned, hit her deeply.

“Any martial arts or internal cultivation methods that rely on others’ blood and malice are based on hatred and resentment. Such a poisoned heart can never reach the true martial arts level. Surely your master warned you about the dangers of losing all your power if you fail to overcome these feelings.”

“Ah, yes.”

Indeed, the Poison King, the master of the Black Heaven Eight Kings, had once told her that the Blood Serpent Heart Method was a demonic practice with inherent risks. If she could not break through to the next level at the critical moment, all her power would collapse—this was the common danger of demonic arts.

“You must cleanse your heart of resentment and hatred. If you do not, you will ultimately meet a tragic death. That is the limit of demonic arts.”

Jin Gahee bit her lip, reflecting on her past.

Her mortal enemy, Black Heaven Dae Sal, was already dead.

Her master, Poison King, had been reduced to a cripple by Han Seolhyun’s ice-cold techniques.

Clinging to hatred no longer made sense.

“I understand.”

At that moment, a voice from the spiritual realm interrupted.

What nonsense is this!

The voice of the Demon God was raging.

Refine your hatred and resentment! Howl with madness at the world! The moment the Demon forgets the essence of the demonic, that is true death!

“Ah! Shut up!”

Hmph! Your method is not the only correct one!

“Ah! What is this?!”

With a tremendous burst of energy, the Demon God seized Jo Hwi’s body and glared at Jin Gahee.

“You! Refine your hatred and resentment, and ignite the demonic fire in your heart!”

“Ah!”

“Eeek!”

A suffocating pressure filled the air as the Demon God’s demonic aura surged.

“You!”

The Demon God pointed at Yeom Sangrok and Jin Gahee. Both of them, terrified, answered in unison.

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

With a stern expression, the Demon God asked again.

“Do you want to learn the Demon God’s art?”

The Demon God’s art?

Yeom Sangrok blinked in disbelief, then his eyes widened in horror.

“Are you talking about the Heavenly Demon God’s Art?”

“Correct. Do you want to learn it?”

“Do you think your sword is insignificant?”

“…”

Namgung Jangho, unable to answer, lowered his head.

The sword god, with eyes as serene as a calm lake, sternly chastised Namgung Jangho.

“The thousand-year-old great pine does not easily break in the harsh north winds because it has deeply rooted itself in the ground over a long period. If it were to easily break, how could the Sword of the Emperor be considered righteous? If the Changcheon Sword truly carries the will of the Emperor, do not speak to me of heretical teachings.”

Under the sword god’s imposing reprimand, Namgung Jangho came to his senses, but his desire to receive a lesson from such a great sword god was undeniable.

“Even now, your sword, influenced by that wicked one, is too rash. I would rather compel you to progress more slowly,” the sword god continued.

Namgung Jangho, with a pained expression, recalled words his father had once spoken.

His father had told him that, at some point, the shape of his sword had begun to lose its clarity, a loss he dared not deny was influenced by Jo Hwi.

“…I understand,” Namgung Jangho replied.

Suddenly, the sword god’s gaze turned to Yeom Sangrok.

“Insignificant.”

The sword god’s eyes, full of contempt, made Yeom Sangrok’s anger flare up.

Despite reprimanding Namgung Jangho, praising him endlessly, the sword god had the audacity to call him insignificant?

“No! What, is being a sword god the only way to be worthy? What’s wrong with me!” Yeom Sangrok protested.

Wham!

“What’s this, you punk?”

Namgung Jangho slapped Yeom Sangrok on the back of his head, glaring at him.

How dare he speak like that to the great sword god, the god or ancestor of swords in the long history of the martial world?

“Do you want to fight? Have you reached the pinnacle of martial arts now that you think you’re above everyone else? Ha!” Yeom Sangrok groaned, approaching Jin Gahee and acting pitiably.

The sword god’s voice, mocking and scornful, resounded again.

“Have you ever chosen the path of hardship? If martial arts became too difficult, you would have turned to Taoism, and when cultivating courage became too much, you would have picked up a spear. If spear techniques became too confusing, what would you have turned to then?”

“What… are you, a fortune teller?” Yeom Sangrok muttered.

“You run away and end up wielding a sickle, didn’t you? It must have been easy for you. You quickly mastered it and reached a certain level. That’s why you have no future.”

The sword god spoke as if he was seeing into Yeom Sangrok’s past, causing Yeom Sangrok to shiver with realization.

Indeed, swords, the Tao, and the spear had all passed through him.

His last desperate attempt to learn from the Black Sky Eight Kings, and to beg for teachings on the sickle, was because he thought it would be the quickest way to success.

But he felt wronged.

Was he to spend his entire life learning martial arts?

Others surpassing him with greater techniques, while he wasted his time learning swords in a secluded mountain valley, getting old—what was the use of it?

“No! Is it a crime to seek efficiency in such a short life?” Yeom Sangrok protested, his voice filled with frustration.

The sword god’s eyes were filled with even greater disdain at his words.

“So, are you saying that martial arts are just a tool for success and glory? Then I have no teachings for you. You are no martial artist.”

“Wh-what?” Yeom Sangrok stammered.

With cold indifference, the sword god turned his gaze toward Jin Gahee.

“Illness,” he said quietly.

“Excuse me?”

The sword god’s expression softened, now looking at her like a father worried for his daughter.

“Life is hard for all, but no one can deny it. However, martial arts built on resentment and hatred are like a earthen fortress crumbling before time.”

The sword god’s spiritual aura gently enveloped Jin Gahee’s body.

“Moreover, the achievements made through evil energy will eventually turn into a sickness that spreads to the bone. Perhaps it is already underway. Relax and let your body surrender.”

“Aah…” Jin Gahee exhaled deeply.

With just one sentence, the sword god had seen through her—the illness that plagued her mind and body was clear to him.

For a moment, Jin Gahee felt as though the weight of her loneliness had been washed away.

“Martial arts based on blood and resentment, as you know, only lead to madness. If you do not release your hatred, you will die a tragic death. It is the very limitation of demonic arts.”

“Yes, I understand,” Jin Gahee replied softly.

The voice of the evil spirit in the underworld suddenly broke through.

What nonsense is this?

The evil spirit began to stir in the underworld.

Refine your hatred and resentment! Let it burn with madness! Forgetting the essence of evil is the true death!

“Shut up!” The sword god barked at the spirit.

Hmph! Your way is not the only correct one!

“Enough! What is this?” The sword god demanded.

A great surge of power filled the air as the evil spirit’s eyes flared with energy, causing an overwhelming pressure to fill the space.

“You dare!” The evil spirit’s voice boomed.

The evil spirit looked at Yeom Sangrok and Jin Gahee with fury.

“Do you want to learn the Evil God’s technique?”

The question stunned them both.

“Wait… you mean the Sky Evil God technique?” Yeom Sangrok stammered.

“Yes. Do you wish to learn it?” The evil spirit asked, its tone full of challenge.

The true brilliance of the orthodox martial arts began to shine from that moment onward.

“You, too, without any special fortune, will eventually reach the peak of the martial realm and inevitably experience the agony of internal injury.”

Kang Biwoo bit his lip in frustration.

“I know.”

The moment a mystical aura brushed through the Demon King’s eyes:

“Then empty your mind.”

What?

Kang Biwoo, unable to accept the overwhelming pain suddenly rushing into his dantian, stared blankly at the Demon King, unable to process what was happening.

“How can such a trivial reverse cultivation technique be compared to my Demon King’s martial art?”

“No! Ahhhhh!”

The overwhelming force of the Demon King’s internal power crushed Kang Biwoo’s dantian in an instant.

The immense power of the Demon King’s martial art crushed Kang Biwoo’s dantian without hesitation.

“Ahhhhh!”

Kang Biwoo’s agonizing scream echoed, causing all his companions to freeze, their faces filled with shock and despair.

To be restrained by a higher martial artist in such a way was extremely dangerous.

But this was the Demon King.

No one had imagined that such a mighty being would treat a humble junior with such disdain and shatter his dantian as if he were a mere puppet.

Even though Kang Biwoo had achieved harmony and unified all his vital energy, once the dantian was destroyed, it became impossible to circulate internal energy.

As a martial artist, this meant the end of his life, and that’s why everyone was in such a state of shock.

“What… What have you done?!”

Clang!

Unexpectedly, Namgung Jangho, with a face twisted in rage, drew his sword.

Although their affiliations were different, Kang Biwoo, like him, was a swordsman who had dedicated his entire life to the sword.

To trample on the life of a passionate swordsman in such a way, even the Demon King could not avoid Namgung Jangho’s fury.

“The dantian is nothing but an obstacle in my martial art.”

The dantian, the center of internal energy, an obstacle?

How could the Demon King, a being at the pinnacle of nothingness, utter such an absurd statement?

“I will personally inscribe the Magic Flower on you. This is a gift that only I can bestow upon you, so consider it an honor.”

As Kang Biwoo gazed with a vacant expression at the remnants of his Moongyong Honwon Gong scattered around him, something strange happened.

Wooooooo—

A mysterious force began to grow from the very center of his body, a power whose origin he could not understand.

As time passed, he felt an intense burning thirst, and soon, this force began to dominate his entire body.

“What is this…?”

The Demon King’s eyes flickered with ghostly flames that burned brighter than ever.

“This is part of me.”

“Excuse me?”

“The Magic Flower is not a typical martial art. It is the living thoughts of a human, the resonance of the soul. Close your eyes and feel it. As much as you observe, you will gain.”

Kang Biwoo, unwilling to underestimate it, immediately closed his eyes.

He began to feel the unknown force slowly filling him, focusing all his concentration to sense it.

Indeed, it was a continuous, burning emotional force, a resonance of the soul that felt like it would burn eternally.

Finally, the emotion Kang Biwoo chose was desire.

A powerful longing to stand alone at the top of the world through the sword.

This endless desire became the trigger, and it began to interact with the Magic Flower planted by the Demon King.

Within the ocean of desire, a state of forgetfulness (Wang-Ah) unfolded, where both space and time ceased to exist.

Forgetting peace, his soul was torn as he revolved through the cycle of thoughts.

Unable to recognize anything, the natural order of all things collapsed.

In the boundless void, only his concentrated desire, the longing, shone brilliantly.

Thus, the incantation of the Demon King resonated in his ears, tempering his soul with pure longing.

After a long time, Kang Biwoo felt a strange sensation as his soul seemed to slip out of his body. This was the first stage of the Demon King’s martial art—Self-Conscious Transformation.

Kang Biwoo’s entire body trembled as an unusual ecstasy took over him.

The strange flame swirling within him was the intense presence of the Magic Flower.

In awe of the sensation, Kang Biwoo remained in trembling ecstasy for a long time.

“This is the Magic Flower.”

Instinctively, Kang Biwoo realized that the Magic Flower was connected to the Middle Dantian, which he had only known theoretically.

The Middle Dantian, the core of condensed thoughts, was the most perfect tool for controlling and manifesting one’s intentions.

Slowly, Kang Biwoo gathered the blazing Magic Flower, and he could feel his senses expanding immensely.

“Ahhh…!”

His thoughts reached across the entire world.

Such a vast realm, such a boundless world—did this truly exist?!

While he was lost in this blissful ecstasy, the Demon King’s satisfied voice echoed again.

“How does it feel? Do you still regret losing your dantian?”

“No, I do not!”

Kang Biwoo frantically shook his head.

His eyes began to water.

“Could this… is this the absolute power?”

The Demon King laughed heartily.

“Hahaha! You are planting your thoughts over three hundred places in the world, and now you’re asking about absolute power?”

“Excuse me?”

The Demon King glanced around.

Following his gaze, Kang Biwoo heard the Demon King’s voice again.

“Look. Is this not already your world?”

“Ahhh…!”

My world, my space.

It was an arrogance that only someone with the ability to cast their presence across the entire world with an expanded mind could dare to possess.

“You are already absolute.”

Zhou Hui’s companions froze in place, watching Kang Biwoo tremble in awe.

The Absolute Realm.

The pinnacle of martial arts, revered by all.

In less than half a day, Kang Biwoo had rapidly attained the status of a leader in his faction.

Zhou Hui’s companions could hardly believe that martial arts could be transmitted in such a manner.

If one could rise to the Absolute Realm so easily, wouldn’t the martial world be overflowing with those who have reached it?

Thus, the Demon King made fools of all the masters on this land and soon began to walk towards Zhou Hui’s quarters with ease.

“I’m tired.”

In an instant, Jang Il-ryong grabbed the Demon King’s pant leg, and Jin Ga-hee wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Demon King! No, Master! I, your foolish disciple, have committed an unforgivable sin by comparing Master to the Sword God! Please, forgive me!”

“Master!”

The Demon King grumbled and shook off his disciples.

“Let go of me, you fools!”

From a distance, Yeom Sang-rok rushed towards them with dazzling movement and immediately kowtowed before the Demon King.

“Aigo! I was just being reckless for a moment! How dare I reject the Demon King’s Celestial Demon Arts! I will never speak such nonsense again! Please accept my apology!”

A meaningful smile spread across the Demon King’s lips.

“‘Among the Three Gods, the Demon King is the strongest.’ Say it three times and consider it.”

It was clearly a gesture meant to provoke the Sword God.

Yeom Sang-rok jumped in response.

“Of course! Among the Three Gods, the Demon King is the strongest!”

Without hesitation, Yeom Sang-rok repeated it three times, while the Demon King looked at him with a satisfied expression. Suddenly, the Demon King shifted his gaze to Namgung Jangho.

“Can you do it as well?”

“Umm…”

Namgung Jangho, clearly conflicted, was unable to hide his struggle.

Having witnessed his powerful rival Kang Biwoo ascend to the Absolute Realm right before his eyes, it was no surprise that he was torn.

“Among the Three Gods… the Demon King…”

Namgung Jangho couldn’t finish his sentence when the voice of the Sword God, as if screaming from the afterlife, echoed through his mind.

Can’t you shut your mouth!

“Why do you always tease them, then barely offer anything? Heh-heh!”

This was the first time the Sword God had gotten this agitated and angry, and the Demon King felt an unusual sense of satisfaction.

“Ahem, hurry up and say it.”

“Kuhhh…!”

Under the Demon King’s persistent gaze, Namgung Jangho had no choice but to grit his teeth and struggle internally.

However, every righteous martial artist reveres the Sword God above all.

No matter how great the Demon King was as a martial artist, he was the leader of the evil faction, the Devil Sect!

How could someone from the righteous sects worship the leader of the Devil Sect, no matter how great their yearning for martial perfection might be?

“Ugh… I can’t.”

Namgung Jangho lowered his head, and the Demon King smiled bitterly.

“You are simply a powerless righteous fool. I understand.”

The Demon King then cast a sidelong glance at Yeom Sang-rok, who was still kowtowing.

However, unfortunately for Yeom Sang-rok, his evaluation could not be much different from that of the Sword God.

“Your Eight Meridians are ordinary, and your acupuncture points have already declined. The only advantage is your physique, which is somewhat suited for weapon handling, but overall, your skeletal structure is rather mediocre. Why did you choose a sickle?”

An unexpected answer came from Yeom Sang-rok.

“Because of the distance.”

“The distance? Wasn’t it for quick success?”

Yeom Sang-rok subtly shook his head.

“Of course, that’s part of it, but fundamentally, I prefer hitting and not defending.”

Unlike the spear, the sickle had limitations when it came to defensive techniques.

Thus, the sickle style was typically one that maximized the weapon’s destructive power with a purely offensive nature, disregarding defense and dodges.

It was a perfect killing strike, but while the killing power was extremely strong, it was highly vulnerable to counterattacks. To overcome this, one had to maintain a certain distance at all times.

Of course, that was only possible if one could perfectly control the twin sickles as if they were their own limbs.

However, handling a large sickle attached to a long chain like an appendage was no easy feat.

“So, has that twin sickle become your incarnation?”

At the Demon King’s question, Yeom Sang-rok did not answer but instead rose to his feet.

Instead of responding, he began to unleash the full power of the Sura Salma Gyeom’s killing techniques.

The pair of sickles descended steeply, tearing through the air, and an eerie, piercing sound of air being sliced echoed everywhere.

Sssssshhh!

Kwaaaang!

The twin sickles, shaking as they embedded into the ground, were observed by the Demon King with an intrigued expression.

“Hoh, that’s quite fast.”

If it felt fast even to the Demon King, how would it feel to his companions?

Yeom Sang-rok’s full power Sura Salma Gyeom was something even Jin Ga-hee had never seen before.

“Hoh?”

It was a strike as fast as light!

Most of the members of the Black Heaven League would have had their heads split before they even had a chance to react.

With that, Yeom Sang-rok began to unfold his thirteen killing techniques in rapid succession, starting with Sura Seom (Sura Flash), followed by Blood Storm Cannon, Wave Six Flying, Thousand Snakes Quick, and Extreme Wheel Kill.

Stripping away all his usual playful demeanor, the Sura Salma Gyeom that Yeom Sang-rok unleashed with all his sincerity was undeniably formidable.

At this, the Demon King let out a sharp exclamation.

“You! You’ve trained your external force to the limit!”

External Force.

Also known as Moving Energy.

Unlike the usual internal energy cultivation techniques, which involve sitting in a meditative posture to cultivate inner power, moving energy is a difficult and slow process, making it uncommon in the martial world.

However, moving energy was not without its advantages.

By aligning the path of energy circulation with the martial arts techniques perfectly, the completeness and sharpness of the techniques only grew stronger with time.

As a result, the power of moving energy is directly proportional to the amount of time one spends mastering it.

To show such advanced external force at his age was truly impressive. It was clear that Yeom Sang-rok becoming a disciple of the Demon King was no coincidence.

Yet, the Demon King suddenly had a thought that he had seen such martial arts somewhere before.

After deep contemplation, the Demon King’s face lit up with realization.

“The Magic Valley? Could it be that you are a descendant of the Magic Valley?”

Yeom Sang-rok, steadying his breath, retracted his sickles.

“The Magic Valley? I’ve never heard of such a place…”

The origins of Sura Salma Gyeom were something even his master, the Majum King, did not know.

“Most moving energy techniques in the martial world have their roots in the Buddhist sect. Long ago, the first exiled monk from Shaolin, Ma Bul, took his final retreat in the Magic Valley. Although it has been somewhat altered, the techniques you’re using are undeniably those of the Magic Valley. What a remarkable fate you’ve encountered.”

“Ma Bul?”

The name Ma Bul was one that even Yeom Sang-rok had heard of.

He was a martial monk who reached the highest level of martial arts after the great monk Hye Ga, only to be exiled from the Shaolin temple due to unknown reasons and disappear from the martial world.

There were only brief mentions of him in the Martial World Chronicles, and no one knew his final fate.

“Wait, are you saying that this martial art belongs to Ma Bul?”

Sura Salma Gyeom was undeniably a demonic and murderous martial art, something that could hardly be associated with Buddhism.

“Don’t belittle Ma Bul’s title. He was the one who transformed the traditional Shaolin staff techniques in such a way that they made all the martial arts in the central plains look pale in comparison. He… despite hating the martial world so much and severing all ties with it, in the end, he left behind a successor.”

“Ah, so you knew him?”

“He was my sworn brother.”

The Demon King’s eyes filled with regret as he seemed lost in old memories.

After staring into the sky for a long time with a gloomy expression, the Demon King turned back to look at Yeom Sang-rok.

“Now you wish to witness Ma Bul’s martial arts firsthand.”

Yeom Sang-rok eagerly nodded, swallowing nervously.

“Of course! I would love to see it!”

“I don’t know why it was passed down in the form of sickle techniques, but Ma Bul‘s ultimate skill was originally based on staff techniques.”

Suddenly, an energy flow began to rise, and a long staff flew from a distance into the Demon King’s hand.

Thud!

“Until the divine inscription followed me, that man’s staff techniques were on par with my Three Swords.”

At those words from the Demon King, Jo Hwi’s companions were left stunned, their mouths wide open.

The “Three Swords” the Demon King was referring to must certainly be the Heavenly Demon Three Swords.

Ma Bul was barely mentioned in the Martial World Chronicles and was not a martial artist who had made a name for himself in the world.

Yet, to think that Ma Bul’s staff techniques could rival the Demon King’s Heavenly Demon Three Swords?

The Demon King smiled lightly.

“You fools. There is a gap as vast as the heavens and the earth between Demons and Divine Demons.”

If we compare the realms of Demons and Divine Demons to the righteous martial arts, it would be the difference between the Absolute Realm and the Natural Realm.

Indeed, his words meant that when he was at the Demon level, Ma Bul was somewhat comparable, and only now did Yeom Sang-rok truly understand the meaning.

“Still, the Eight Martial Seats of the era? That guy who stole the martial arts of my sect? He would never be able to match him. Let me show you.”

The Demon King’s staff traced a broad arc, soon creating an unbelievable transformation.

Pahhh!

A sharp sound of air splitting was heard as his staff flickered.

The next sensation was a vibration that felt like the very foundation of the earth was shaking.

Kukukukukukuk-

Jo Hwi’s companions turned their heads toward the source of the sound in unison.

Then came the scream of Jin Ga-hee.

“AAAAHHH! What, what is that!?”

Hundreds of meters away, along the shores of Poyang Lake, a massive hole appeared in a section of the Sanlung Mountain ridge.

The peak of the mountain collapsed instantly, and a tremendous amount of earth plummeted into the waters of Poyang Lake.

Kwaa kwaa kwaa kwaa kwaa-

Everyone was speechless at the unbelievable sight. The Demon King, however, continued to gaze at Yeom Sang-rok.

“Did you see that? Only you can feel it.”

“Th-that… Blood Storm Cannon…”

A completely different kind of destructive force. The destructive power was on an entirely different level.

“Can you tell the difference?”

“I… I can’t.”

The Demon King’s expression grew even more serious.

“You still don’t understand? Whoever modified that man’s staff techniques into sickles made the most foolish decision. A sickle only mimics the killing intent; it cannot capture the most important essence.”

“The essence?”

“Don’t you still understand why your martial arts are considered ‘moving’?”

“…….”

In an instant, the staff held by the demon god trembled, leaving an afterimage.

It is spinning at an incredible speed that is not even visible to the eye.

“If I can hone this warrior’s power to the extreme, I will be able to imbue all my techniques with tremendous destructive force.” The reason why the martial arts of the horse are in the pupil is precisely to cultivate such a subtlety of transformation in the techniques.

“Ah!”

Only then did Yeom Sang-rok begin to understand.

“However, a sword?” What kind of warrior’s tomb is that with such a strange-shaped weapon?

Yeom Sang-rok trembled all over.

Even so, that strange feeling that something was missing from his martial arts skills is finally being filled.

The state of selflessness that came like that.

Suddenly, the ecstasy of enlightenment surged through him, and his martial arts underwent a complete transformation.

About a meal’s time later, when he opened his eyes, he had transformed into a completely different atmosphere.

Eyes that are endlessly submerged.

Thud-

Yeom Sang-rok was silently throwing the double sword to the ground and giving a bitter smile.

“Haha…”

A laugh that sounds both empty yet somehow refreshing.

It was both a self-deprecating acknowledgment of having wandered aimlessly for a lifetime and the exhilaration of a warrior finally finding his path.

Before long, the energy that had taken shape around Yeom Sang-rok was flickering like a mirage.

Jang Il-ryong grinned ear to ear, enjoying it as if it were his own business.

“Hahahahaha!” It’s the True Martial Flower!

In front of such a clear symbol of destruction, Jo Hwi’s comrades are once again in shock!

In just one day, an additional Absolute Realm and Huakyung’s martial artist was born in the Jo Ga Daesang Association.

No matter how legendary the Three Gods are, is this even a reasonable thing?

If achieving such a level were this easy, there would be countless masters in this vast martial world.

The experience and insight of a warrior who has achieved naturalness are truly remarkable!

The demon god sternly scolded Yeom Sang-rok.

“Go!” Impatient! Isn’t the time too short to fully grasp the enlightenment?

“Ah!”

At the words of the demon god, Yeom Sang-rok, startled, crossed his legs again, and Jin Ga-hee, not to be outdone, boldly approached the demon god and knelt down.

“Ma-shin Gaga!” Me too!

At the mention of the title “Gaga,” his brow furrowed for a moment, but the demon lord seemed to find it amusing, chuckling softly.

“Ugh, this old man.”

Jang Il-ryong also knelt beside Jin Ga-hee with a face full of longing.

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“Greatest Martial Artist of All Time!” Indeed, you are the strongest warrior among the Three Gods!

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

The demon, seemingly extremely pleased, bent over at the waist and burst into a hearty laugh.

But at that moment.

“……Sa, among the three gods, the Demon God is the strongest!”

Namgoong Jangho, with his eyes twitching and gritting his teeth, kneeling down!

“Ah, no, Namgoong-hyung?”

Anyone who knew Namgoong Jangho would have no choice but to doubt their own eyes at the scene.

No matter what, you can’t sacrifice the integrity of a righteous person for the sake of martial arts ambition, can you?

In response to Jang Il-ryong’s bewildered gaze, Namgoong Jang-ho lowered his head with an utterly bitter expression.

Only Kang Bi-woo supports him.

“Yeah.” Even if I’m a Shaolin monk, I can’t stand this.

“Don’t you still understand why your martial arts are considered ‘moving’?”

“…….”

In an instant, the staff held by the demon god trembled, leaving an afterimage.

It is spinning at an incredible speed that is not even visible to the eye.

“If I can hone this warrior’s power to the extreme, I will be able to imbue all my techniques with tremendous destructive force.” The reason why the martial arts of the horse are in the pupil is precisely to cultivate such a subtlety of transformation in the techniques.

“Ah!”

Only then did Yeom Sang-rok begin to understand.

“However, a sword?” What kind of warrior’s tomb is that with such a strange-shaped weapon?

Yeom Sang-rok trembled all over.

Even so, that strange feeling that something was missing from his martial arts skills is finally being filled.

The state of selflessness that came like that.

Suddenly, the ecstasy of enlightenment surged through him, and his martial arts underwent a complete transformation.

About a meal’s time later, when he opened his eyes, he had transformed into a completely different atmosphere.

Eyes that are endlessly submerged.

Thud-

Yeom Sang-rok was silently throwing the double sword to the ground and giving a bitter smile.

“Haha…”

A laugh that sounds both empty yet somehow refreshing.

It was both a self-deprecating acknowledgment of having wandered aimlessly for a lifetime and the exhilaration of a warrior finally finding his path.

Before long, the energy that had taken shape around Yeom Sang-rok was flickering like a mirage.

Jang Il-ryong grinned ear to ear, enjoying it as if it were his own business.

“Hahahahaha!” It’s the True Martial Flower!

In front of such a clear symbol of destruction, Jo Hwi’s comrades are once again in shock!

In just one day, an additional Absolute Realm and Huakyung’s martial artist was born in the Jo Ga Daesang Association.

No matter how legendary the Three Gods are, is this even a reasonable thing?

If achieving such a level were this easy, there would be countless masters in this vast martial world.

The experience and insight of a warrior who has achieved naturalness are truly remarkable!

The demon god sternly scolded Yeom Sang-rok.

“Go!” Impatient! Isn’t the time too short to fully grasp the enlightenment?

“Ah!”

At the words of the demon god, Yeom Sang-rok, startled, crossed his legs again, and Jin Ga-hee, not to be outdone, boldly approached the demon god and knelt down.

“Ma-shin Gaga!” Me too!

At the mention of the title “Gaga,” his brow furrowed for a moment, but the demon lord seemed to find it amusing, chuckling softly.

“Ugh, this old man.”

Jang Il-ryong also knelt beside Jin Ga-hee with a face full of longing.

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“Greatest Martial Artist of All Time!” Indeed, you are the strongest warrior among the Three Gods!

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

The demon, seemingly extremely pleased, bent over at the waist and burst into a hearty laugh.

But at that moment.

“……Sa, among the three gods, the Demon God is the strongest!”

Namgoong Jangho, with his eyes twitching and gritting his teeth, kneeling down!

“Ah, no, Namgoong-hyung?”

Anyone who knew Namgoong Jangho would have no choice but to doubt their own eyes at the scene.

No matter what, you can’t sacrifice the integrity of a righteous person for the sake of martial arts ambition, can you?

In response to Jang Il-ryong’s bewildered gaze, Namgoong Jang-ho lowered his head with an utterly bitter expression.

Only Kang Bi-woo supports him.

“Yeah.” Even if I’m a Shaolin monk, I can’t stand this.