The 113th speaker, please.
I slowly walked into Mansa-dong.
Because it was made into a sacred place by the Apostolic Association, the interior was well decorated. The air was well-ventilated, and the interior was bright thanks to the night wines sprinkled throughout.
After walking for a while, a large space appeared. This was Mansa-dong. The life of Mansajongju was recorded in writing and pictures on the newly created wall.
His entire life was written, from his birth to his unfortunate childhood, from his youthful days of martial arts training where he made great efforts, to his rise to becoming the Great Master of the Four Schools.
But that was it. There was nothing else. This was the reason Visain put me in. Because it was just a place where the life of Sapa Master, who was called a legend 300 years ago, was recorded.
The peak of his life was his fight with the Heavenly Demon.
Although he did not win, he survived the fight and became a person who is still talked about today.
According to the records written on the wall, he stayed here for ten days treating his injuries and then left. Fortunately, they said they were able to survive because there was water here.
It was written that he went into seclusion and did not appear in the martial arts world.
It was not written down that he left a sermon on his martial arts here before his death.
So how was it known?
Ten years from now, an earthquake occurred here, the wall collapsed, and a new space was discovered.
I pulled out the black magic sword.
Jiyiing.
There was a sky-blue glaze on the dark magic sword.
The sharp sword was driven into the lower part of the western wall. I cut it straight along the dividing line at the bottom of the wall that was made for writing and painting to a size that one person could pass through.
The wall that collapsed was the western wall. The wall was not thick, but I cut deep enough to penetrate the wall and then used my inner strength to push the stone block, which pushed it inside.
I crawled over there and went inside. This inner space was the space left by Mansajongju for his martial arts studies before his death.
His sermon on martial arts was written on the wall. Judging by the fact that it was left separately in a secret space, it seems that they did not want people outside of their relationship to see this information.
I read it slowly.
It was a sermon on martial arts as a whole based on the enlightenment gained through the fight against the Heavenly Demon.
The martial arts that governed all things was so high and lofty. For ordinary experts, it was a useless catchphrase that had to be read a hundred times. But I was not an ordinary expert.
I read and read again. A group left by the highest apostle since the last 300 years. There was no need to memorize it. It was an area of understanding.
At first, I gained enlightenment from difference. New learning provided by Sapa martial arts, which is completely different from our school’s magic arts.
However, the more I read and repeated, the more I realized that all martial arts began from one root.
It’s the same and it’s different. What parts are different and what parts are the same. Knowing the mystery of this subtle difference was the difference between becoming a world-class expert or not.
I pulled out my sword and swung it, then read the text again, and started using herbalism like a crazy person again. This experience was refreshing and intense.
If I had only learned the magic arts, or if I had only learned the martial arts of the Four Schools, then his teachings would not have come so far.
However, although I was based on magic, I lived a life that transcended religious sects. That’s why the final realization of the end of all things resonated greatly with me.
At one point, while I was using the basic technique of Bicheon Sword, I realized something.
Before I knew it, I had achieved twelve great masters of Bicheon Sword Technique.
Just like water flowing down, the teachings of the Lord of all things naturally led me to the next level.
The Ten Stars and the Twelve Stars are on another level. A martial art has reached its ultimate level and has finally been completed.
“ah!”
I was happy. Even in my past life, I never achieved the Twelve Masters in any martial arts. Now that I had achieved the Twelve Masters of the rigorous martial arts called Bicheon Geombeop, I was so happy that I could fly.
I knelt down on the spot and bowed. Even though he was the Grand Master of Sapa, he expressed his sincere gratitude.
“Thank you so much for teaching us a great lesson. Although Sadoin did not receive this precious bond, the person who wants to help your descendants received it, so do not feel too sorry.”
When I bowed like that and was about to get up, something caught my eye.
There was something hidden in a place where I had to lie down to see it. When I got closer, I saw that it was a writing temple. It was a letter left by the head of Mansa. The last of them caught my eye.
“…I realized that even if I took this 10,000-year black reishi, I could not kill the Heavenly Demon. Therefore, we do not take this and leave it to future generations, so please make sure that you cherish this relationship.”
“A dark territory for 10,000 years?”
I was startled and looked around where the letter was. There was a small hole in the back where the letter was placed. When I looked inside, I saw that there was indeed a 1000-year black reishi growing there.
When I slightly injected my energy and pushed, the earthen wall collapsed, revealing a small space.
Surprisingly, what was growing there was the perennial black reishi. It was an elixir that was more effective than any elixir I had ever taken.
If I had not bowed down in gratitude to the Lord of all things, I would not have found the temple and I would not have discovered the Dark Territory of Ten Thousand Years. I don’t know if it was intentional or coincidence, but I gained a second chance.
‘Thank you again.’
I carefully picked out the Ten Thousand Years of Black Territory. The Mannyeon Black Territory was actually smaller in size than the regular Territory. The magical energy accumulated over many years was contained in this small mushroom.
I took the Ten Thousand Years of Black Reishi on the spot.
A tremendous energy spread throughout my entire body. It was such an enormous energy that if a person who could not handle this energy consumed it, their blood vessels could burst.
However, I was able to dissolve the 10,000-year black spirit without any side effects based on the strong blood vessels strengthened by the Heavenly Vein Strengthening Technique and the pure internal energy accumulated from the elixir I had previously taken.
I concentrated on melting the energy for one week, two weeks, and three weeks. After capturing that energy in my danjeon, I opened my eyes.
I didn’t know how deep my father and the Murim Lord Sado’s mastery each had, but now I was confident that my strength was as good as the three of them.
The teachings of the Master of All Things left on books and walls were left as is. When an earthquake occurred and the wall collapsed, most of it was damaged, so there was no need to erase the teachings of the Master of All Things with my own hands.
I crawled out of there and replaced the excavated rock back to its original state.
Since there was still time left before the promised two meetings, I read the final fight between Cheonma and Mansajyu.
The spirit of the Heavenly Demon was manifested in the battle between the Lord of All Things and the Heavenly Demon. Since this is a painting drawn by Safa people, the Heavenly Demon Spirit is depicted as if it were a devil.
I looked at the Heavenly Demon Spirit closely.
If you achieve great prowess in the Nine Fire Magic Gong, you can manifest the Heavenly Demon Soul.
Will I be able to create a Heavenly Demon Soul someday? What form will my Heavenly Demon Soul manifest? Would it appear in a small form other than that huge form?
Just thinking about it made my heart pound.
Right then.
Sigh. I had the illusion that the Heavenly Demon Spirit in the picture was looking at me.
I was surprised and looked at the Heavenly Demon Spirit again, but the Heavenly Demon Spirit was just as it was in the picture.
Actually, it was my second experience.
Once upon a time, when my father was pressing me with his magic energy, I felt like something huge was looking at me from the abyss.
It still felt exactly like that.
Is it because I keep seeing illusions because of my desperate desire for the Nine Fire Magic Gong?
“Next time, let’s see when I appear, not the picture.”
After saying hello to the Heavenly Demon Spirit, I left Mansa-dong.
Bisign was waiting outside. He looked at me with curious eyes. But at his level, he couldn’t see any changes.
“Good reading. It is truly a place that can be called a sacred place. “He is truly a great person.”
“Don’t think about coming again.”
“It’s a sacred place to you, but to me it’s just a stuffy underground cave. All you have to do is see it once. “Let’s go out now.”
We went out through the pond we came in together.
After coming out from under the waterfall, we flew up the cliff. Compared to me, who climbed up in one go, he only climbed up the cliff once.
I started running towards the headquarters of the Apostolic Association.
After running non-stop like that, I decided to take a break. While resting side by side on the hill, Bisain spoke with concern.
“There must have been an uproar by now. The successor to the Sadomaeng is missing. “And with the child of the Heavenly Demon.”
“It might not be as big of a deal as you think.”
Then Bisain looked at me and asked.
“Why do you think that?”
“Soma must have told Ilang. “Nothing dangerous will happen, so there’s no need to make a fuss.”
“Did you order Extreme Soma to do that?”
I shook my head.
“Sometimes there are things you can know without saying anything, right?”
“This is the first time since I became the successor that I have been separated from the Ten Apostles. And yet I have no way of predicting how they will move.”
He couldn’t hide his bitter expression. I felt a little sorry for him because he caused their division.
“How do you feel about being alone?”
“I’m not sure yet. “I thought it would be very uncomfortable, but I’m not that uncomfortable or anxious.”
“I guess it’s because I’m with you. “I have the charm to make people feel comfortable.”
Bisain looked dumbfounded at my shameless words. As I was with him, I was able to read the subtle changes in his expression. At first, everyone had that same expression on their face, but if you look closely, you can see the difference.
“Now I can read the facial expressions of non-officials.”
When I brought up the topic of facial expressions, he was shocked. The facial scars were as disgusting to Bisain as the masks were to Extreme Soma. But I touched that part without hesitation.
“Later, when you have a trustworthy subordinate, show him your facial expression in detail. Only then will he be able to read the feelings of the non-Gongong. Rather, the closer the relationship, the more respect you have for the non-official, the more difficult it is to read their facial expressions. “Please don’t cry like that.”
“Why are you giving me this advice?”
“I hope that the Sado League will run well. I hope that there will be a balance between our school, the Gwi-maeng, and the Murim-maeng. If that balance is lost… you know? What will happen?”
“Is that really all it is?”
“Where did I learn to trust people? “But when I have to believe, I believe.”
“That’s because I don’t understand why you would take such a risk.”
“The reason is simple. He tried to kill us. I tried to use Soma. There is enough reason to kill him. But don’t count on me to help you until the end. We are not Kangho’s first team, driven by a desire for revenge, and if we feel that the situation is not right, we will immediately withdraw. “This matter is your problem.”
Bisain seemed to have a complicated mind.
“What should I do? “Honestly, I’m a little confused.”
The Bisign I met for the first time and the Bisign I see now were definitely different. Wounded pride tends to blind people. However, the current Bisain clearly had a stronger will to overcome reality than pride.
“Isn’t it simple?”
“What do you mean?”
“Wouldn’t it be okay to pay back what they did? He tried to kill you, so kill him too. Instead of trying to seize power by killing the Sado Lord, he tried to kill his successor, Prince Vigong, so you should kill his grandson in the same way. Let go of all fear and awe of the sarcophagus. Because he’s just an ugly old man who is greedy for power. “Take away all the evidence and everything and just kill him.”
Bisain nodded his head loudly.
“That’s right. “This was a really simple problem.”
It seems like something that was blocked has been opened.
“I will kill them all. “I will also kill anyone who stands in my way.”
“Of course you should. “Don’t complicate simple problems.”
Bisain looked at me for a moment and asked.
“Can you still read my expression?”
“Read it.”
“How do you feel?”
“I am happy.”
“I guess I really had an expression too.”
“You didn’t know?”
“I didn’t know. “Everyone is busy avoiding my face.”
“It wasn’t everyone, it was you. “Now stop breaking the mirror.”
A deeper smile appeared on that face that would have normally been angry. After staring at that face, I stood up first.
“Let’s run!”