Reincarnation Sword God

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Chapter 634 – Dark Heaven Village

A moment of silence swept through the air.

Yeodong-bin realized he had stepped back into the space of the Martial God. He looked around and confirmed that he had entered a realm where the infinite spiral spread out just like before.

“O Martial God, can you hear my words?”

An empty echo dissipated.

Desperately searching for the presence of the Martial God, Yeodong-bin shouted to announce his existence.

“I, Yeodong-bin, wish to make a deal with you!!”

However, even as Yeodong-bin endlessly searched for the Martial God in this stillness of time and space, there was no sign of response. In the realm of reality, he had been calling for two to three months without an answer.

‘…It can’t be helped….’

Yeodong-bin had the determination to search for a year, or even a decade. But without knowing how the time spent in this space would translate in the real world, he reluctantly decided to reach out to one of the spirals nearby. The current situation was critical, with the End Dragon potentially resurrecting at any moment; he couldn’t afford to waste time.

Absorbing the spiral would bring immense pain and a feeling akin to nausea—but simultaneously, he would feel his martial arts level increase by a notch. That intense experience of magical power was something Yeodong-bin couldn’t refuse, so he tried to touch the spiral without hesitation.

But at that moment…

“Hmm?”

Yeodong-bin suddenly felt his hand stop moving. Confused, he soon realized that his fingertips were refusing to touch the spiral. Even as he forcibly injected his will into his body, his hand wouldn’t budge.

An instinctual fear etched into his soul!

Yeodong-bin quickly recognized the nature of this fear and felt something was amiss. He had a steely mental strength, one that was accustomed to suffering and hardship—so why was he afraid? It was true that absorbing the spiral would be painful, but not unbearable!

“Ugh, this is nothing…”

Yeodong-bin forced his body to obey his will, overcoming the fear, and grasped the spiral.

Just then, words appeared before his eyes.

[Digest it.]

“……!!”

As Yeodong-bin reached out towards the words, he struggled in vain; he couldn’t touch them at all. He pondered that the very letters might be the will of the Martial God.

‘Digest it, you say?’

What exactly am I supposed to digest? Did I eat something?

‘Did I… eat?’

At that instant, something flickered through Yeodong-bin’s mind.

“Ah, no way….”

In a hurry, he looked closely at the spirals and weapons arrayed around him. Upon closer inspection, the spirals varied in size and shape, and the weapons placed next to them were no different. Among those weapons, there were even items like women’s combs and pickaxes that seemed completely useless as weapons!

A hypothesis formed in Yeodong-bin’s mind.

And the moment that hypothesis came to him – everything he had “eaten” until now began to unravel and surge into his brain. Yeodong-bin felt a horrifying sensation as his reason and will were instantly eroded, his body melting away.

“Gah, ah, aaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Yeodong-bin screamed, desperately trying to maintain his sanity. At the same time, he realized the folly of his attempt to accept a fourth spiral—it was a reckless act of suicide! This was by no means a place brimming with convenient treasures of fortuitous encounters. His body, having traversed countless life-and-death battles, sensed that his actions threatened his very life and resisted.

“Haah, ugh, cough…”

Could digestion really be possible?

Yeodong-bin trembled as he absorbed the horrifying experiences and knowledge flooding out of his consciousness. If merely a fourth spiral brought such burdens, then to truly digest it, he would need to train tenaciously for a hundred years. Whispering with a voice that tasted of dry blood, he muttered,

“What on earth… is this place…?”

Why had the Martial God created such a location?

What did the Martial God hope from him?

At that moment, new words appeared before Yeodong-bin’s eyes.

[Find the door.]

‘A door…?’

Reflexively, Yeodong-bin looked up. Finding a horizon in this infinite space was utterly meaningless. In such a wide and boundless realm, with only spirals and weapons present, to “find a door”?

But Yeodong-bin could endure no longer. The spiral pierced into his mind, and he screamed in agony as his entire body felt like it was being ripped apart.

“Ahhh!”

Swoosh….

Yeodong-bin had fainted under the rain on Mount Tai but barely regained consciousness. As soon as he did, the Fire Dragon Incarnate roared at him.

[Wake up, Yeodong-bin!]

“Master… how long…”

[You’ve been unconscious for a whole moment! You seemed to have spent all your spirit power to keep your body from being devoured by the demon. That thief escaped a long time ago.]

Without the help of the Fire Dragon Incarnate, his body would have surely melted away under the demon’s influence.

[Let’s get out of here quickly. It’s too dangerous now.]

Yeodong-bin hurriedly employed the Shadow Sword Flight Technique to escape from Mount Tai. Once clear, the Fire Dragon Incarnate asked him,

[Yeodong-bin, could it be that you succeeded in the Offering Ceremony?]

“No, I was trying to make contact with the Martial God.”

[What did you see?]

“…….”

Yeodong-bin hesitated and then spoke.

“It seems I have seen nothing yet.”

He had to admit that he was still in the dark until he discovered the ‘door’ in that space.

Because what he thought of as a tool for fortuitous encounters, the spirals, were in fact absurd entities! Surely, those who discovered the ‘door’ would be granted powers of an entirely different dimension, and it became clear that the Martial God was indeed a being worthy of being called a god.

[By the way, I have no clues to find the Xuanyuan Sword to offer Master Mangnyang…. Although I witnessed the Offering Ceremony on Mount Tai, that alone is meaningless.]

“I have a method.”

[What method?]

Yeodong-bin gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky.

“Regardless, with my current strength, even if I learn the location of the Xuanyuan Sword, I wouldn’t be able to acquire it. With a shortage of time, ability, and clues, I would only be swept along by the fate of the world. Therefore, I will no longer beg Master Mangnyang for help; I will cultivate on my own to gain the strength to defeat the End Dragon.”

[Are you serious? You must have heard just how strong the End Dragon is.]

“I am sincere, Master.”

Upon hearing Yeodong-bin’s words, the Fire Dragon Incarnate paused in thought before responding.

[I understand. If that is your will, I will stand by you until the end!]

“Thank you.”

Anyone observing Yeodong-bin’s choice would think it reckless. But for some reason, he didn’t feel that his decision was wrong. If up until now, he had been swept away by the tumult of a world he could not handle, now that he realized the true nature of the spiral, he oddly felt as if he had hopped onto a new tide centered around himself.

After resolving his heart, Yeodong-bin went to find Master Mangnyang to express his intention to cultivate alone. Master Mangnyang responded,

[You’ve chosen the branch with the least chance of success… and the most difficult future.]

“I am prepared.”

[Now, your future has entered a chaos so convoluted that even I find it hard to foresee. I shall watch over your path.]

Swish…

The figure of Master Mangnyang vanished.

Yeodong-bin stood in silence for a time before moving towards a tranquil space. He resolved to cultivate secretly, without informing his companions, the Eight Immortals. Although he hadn’t received word from Master Mangnyang regarding the appearance of the dragon, Yeodong-bin decided to complete all preparations within a year.

For the following two and a half years—he met the Martial God dozens of times. To be precise, he entered that infinite space, but just that was enough for Yeodong-bin to endure daily torment beyond anything he had previously experienced.

How much had he trained?

The promised time arrived unexpectedly.

Kukung….

An echoing, solemn sound, more serene than the earth-shaking changes he had felt up until now, awoke Yeodong-bin who was meditating in a cliff-side cave. At that moment, he poured all the focus he had accumulated over the past two and a half years into expanding his senses.

Where are you!!

Yeodong-bin soared into the sky, searching for the aura presumed to belong to the End Dragon using the Shadow Sword Flight Technique. Normally, this technique consumed an astounding amount of energy, making it difficult to sustain even for High Experts, but as soon as Yeodong-bin drew his sword, he traveled an entire thousand miles. He was different from usual now.

Whoosh—

Soaring at speeds that transcended sound, Yeodong-bin suddenly looked up at the sun. Within the terrifyingly bright sunlight, he felt something writhing—a dark spot.

“Is it coming?”

Yeodong-bin halted mid-air, gazing at the endless cloud sea below. Beyond the celestial realm, the chaos of the dark universe unfolded, and amidst that chaos, something gradually descended.

No, it wasn’t a dot.

It was—a dragon.

As Yeodong-bin realized this fact, the End Dragon began to breach the atmosphere of the Central Plains, crossing dimensions from outer space. Gazing up at the distant figure, Yeodong-bin locked eyes with the dragon, who, despite showing only part of its head and legs, appeared far larger than an entire province in the Central Plains.

Woooooo-!!!

The chaotic atmosphere surrounding the End Dragon roared, prophesying the arrival of a calamity. Moments later, sunlight vanished, and the earth began to be engulfed by the darkness of the universe.

The current civilization on earth—could not stand a chance against such despair!

Yeodong-bin didn’t worry whether he could defeat that being. In any case, the final battle was approaching, whether he laughed or cried. Just as he prepared to confront the End Dragon with all his might.

Kugugugu….

Suddenly, he noticed a massive barrier rising, surrounding the earthly realm. Looking down, he saw powerful entities rising from all directions, each bearing tremendous strength. The Fire Dragon Incarnate, seeing them, said:

[The Four Seas Dragon Kings have emerged. They seem to have created a barrier, unleashing all their power to protect the Central Plains.]

The Four Seas Dragon Kings!

These beings, ranking above the Great Immortal, were the divine kings of the heavenly dragons. For the dragon kings of such high rank in the Celestial Realm to come down to protect the earth was simply unthinkable, given the current state of affairs in the Celestial Realm and among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Yeodong-bin murmured softly.

“Who called forth the Dragon Kings…?”

[It was us, Yeodong-bin!!]

Pa-at!

At that moment, the reflection of the Seven Immortals appeared before Yeodong-bin. He was startled as all his companions, including Zhongli Quan, Han Sang-ja, and Jang Gwa-ro, suddenly appeared before him. Zhongli Quan’s reflection grinned and said.

[We cannot help you directly, but the barrier of the Four Seas Dragon Kings should withstand the dragon’s attack. Fight without worry!]

“All of you….”

Yeodong-bin felt a surge of emotion, nearly bringing him to tears as he lowered his head.

“…Have you given up the ascent of the Great Immortal and sacrificed your treasures?”

That was the only option. Without it, the Eight Immortals had no way to summon the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

[Hahaha! Why do you look gloomy, Yeodong-bin? In any case, we’re immortal, so we’ll be fine if we just cultivate for about a hundred years.]

Zhongli Quan said with nonchalance, and Han Sang-ja retorted.

[Master, don’t be fooled. Teacher Zhongli is the one who cherishes the treasures the most.]

[Hey, you!]

Yeodong-bin locked eyes with all of the Eight Immortals. He felt his heart swell with warmth. While they nonchalantly talked about cultivating for another hundred years, he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. The path Daoists walked to become Immortals – especially the path to becoming a Great Immortal – required extraordinary courage to abandon their certain paths. And that courage stemmed from the trust and bond the Eight Immortals had in Yeodong-bin.

We will win.

Yeodong-bin solidified that resolve.

Just then, Nam Chae-hwa, who stood beside him, said.

[Yeodong-bin. Just in case, I called forth those who would help you. I hope they can assist.]

“Thank you.”

[Then we shall… recover our power. We may not be able to emerge for at least twenty years…. Win this fight.]

Nam Chae-hwa’s voice, appearing to fade, indicated that his spirit power was nearly exhausted.

Pa-at!

At that moment, the gaze of the Eight Immortals turned toward a beam of light extending from the mouth of the celestial dragon. As the light expanded towards the earth, it rapidly grew in intensity until it reached the barrier conjured by the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

Kuwaaaang!

[Hah…!]

With a mournful cry, the East Sea Dragon King, Gwangdeok-wang, was blasted out of the sky, his scales bursting apart. Despite it being a single attack, one of the Dragon Kings was severely injured to the point that he could barely respond. Han Sang-ja’s face turned pale.

[W-What on earth…?]

It was akin to the Great Immortal sustaining a blow. The Eight Immortals were momentarily stunned, unable to process that even a being of the Dragon King’s caliber could be struck down so easily.

Swoosh—

The End Dragon unleashed another beam of light, and this time, the West Sea Dragon King, Gwangsun-wang, had his heart obliterated. Perhaps he suffered a fatal injury, for the West Sea Dragon King began to plummet to the earth, his head bowed. Witnessing this, the Eight Immortals screamed.

[No!!]
[Don’t!!]

While the East Sea Dragon King hadn’t evoked much fondness due to his poor character, the West Sea Dragon King was a different case entirely. The Eight Immortals seemed to muster every ounce of strength they could to rescue the West Sea Dragon King. Watching this, Yeodong-bin steeled himself and gazed up at the celestial dragon.

‘We cannot allow another blast!’

Yeodong-bin maximized the power of the Fire Dragon Sword and launched himself through the air like an arrow.

He needed to unleash everything he had learned to defeat the enemy.

For this world… and for the future that lay ahead!!

And thus, the clash between the Sword Master Yeodong-bin and the End Dragon would be etched into the annals of history for all time!