Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 2060

The pain was already gone.

The pressure that felt like it was burning his brain had also disappeared at some point.

All that remained was the process of filling.

He just kept pushing in mana, believing that if he filled it and filled it again, he would eventually reach his goal.

But Wiggins realized. No, he had no choice but to realize.

‘I can’t reach it.’

He could not step into the realm he desired and yearned for. No matter how many times he repeated this action, it would be the same.

If you converge to infinity, you will eventually reach infinity. If 9s are endlessly added after 0, the number will eventually reach 1.

But….

That was just a concept.

If he filled it and filled it again, he would eventually reach it, but the mana he had to fill required an infinite amount of time, and his body could not withstand that time.

‘I thought something would change drastically.’

That was just human greed.

When he crossed the wall, many things changed, but in fact, nothing had changed. Transcending the limits of being human was just a matter of his own concept.

Disappointment and emptiness.

But he didn’t regret it.

Fwoooosh!

His body, reaching its limit, cracked and scattered blood.

‘It’s collapsing.’

It wasn’t just bursting. Perhaps it was no longer possible to even maintain his body in its current form. Even if he stopped what he was doing now.

But what was there to regret?

‘Are you watching?’

The Master had thrown away his life to convey his will to his successors. Wiggins respected and honored the Master, but he could not agree with that action.

If there was something to convey to the successors, he could just convey it while alive.

No matter how difficult and hard the process was, it was not something he could trade for his life. But at this moment, Wiggins came to understand the Master’s feelings.

The moment he recognized that the result of all this was a predetermined death, he unknowingly looked around. With the hope that someone would watch his last moments.

And….

Hoping that someone would understand the meaning of what he had done and carry it on.

‘Lord.’

His heart turned to those who were watching him from beyond the screen. Because only they could carry on what he was trying to convey. If the Master had conveyed his belief to them, he would convey the method to them.

But his gaze was directed towards Kang Jin-ho, who had jumped up from his seat and was looking at him with a pale face.

‘I didn’t understand you.’

Sometimes he sneered, sometimes he shook his head, calling him foolish.

Because he couldn’t understand.

Kang Jin-ho was complete on his own. He was someone who could shake the world with his own power. It was beyond his comprehension that such a person would be obsessed with people and live oppressed by them.

But at this moment, the place his gaze turned to first was none other than Kang Jin-ho.

But….

Now he seemed to know.

Even if he obtained the martial prowess to reach the sky, even if he achieved everything he wanted….

It would be meaningless if he was alone.

‘I wish I had known a little earlier.’

Wiggins’s gaze reached Kang Jin-ho and then turned to Baek Yeon-hong again.

This wasn’t regret, but rather lingering attachment. He was human, so he couldn’t be completely free from everything.

So….

Wiggins’s lips formed a soft smile.

‘Well, are you smiling too?’

His hand gently extended forward.

‘Then…’

A figure could be seen in the dazzling light.

The figure of a man wielding a sword as if dancing.

The aesthetics created by the curve at the tip of that sword were still an incomprehensible realm for Wiggins. But there was no need to understand it. Baek Yeon-hong would not understand the place he had reached either.

Perhaps understanding wasn’t necessary when one person faced another.

Just showing it.

Everything of oneself.

‘Well, take this.’

He was qualified enough.

The strike that he would never be able to achieve again in his entire life was released through his hand.

The feeling of everything that had filled his body to the point of bursting was escaping at once. In the intense sensation as if pain and pleasure were simultaneously striking his whole body, Wiggins’s world became dizzy and distorted.

Everything stopped.

The brain, accelerated to its limit, stopped the world.

The dazzling light also disappeared. All that existed was emptiness, and

Nothingness.

In a world where existence had disappeared, ‘it’ bloomed.

If someone other than Wiggins could have seen this sight, they would have surely thought of these words.

— Let there be light.

In a world filled with silence, a faint light bloomed.

A small, too small, light that was too faint for the human eye to see.

But that small light instantly began to cover the world.

It was the emergence of existence.

The transition from non-existence to existence.

The small and faint light soon turned into an enormous radiance and engulfed the humble human standing before it.

A speed that was impossible to even perceive.

But in the realm of the moment that Baek Yeon-hong could barely reach by splitting and splitting that time, he clearly witnessed the existence of the newly born light.

And that sight awakened an indescribable, immense joy in Baek Yeon-hong’s whole body.

‘I have seen it.’

Non-existence.

That was the Wuji [the concept of ultimate nothingness in Taoism].

Existence.

That was the Taiji [the concept of the supreme ultimate in Taoism, often represented by the Yin-Yang symbol].

How strange.

What his predecessors had tried to grasp with their hands for countless years. It was the principle of birth and the world.

From nothingness to something.

The flow of the world changing from non-existence to existence.

But something that no one had confirmed with their own eyes.

Something they had to believe, just assuming it was so.

That primordial scene was now unfolding before Baek Yeon-hong.

And it was by the hand of a foreigner with blue eyes, who had nothing to do with the martial arts they had learned.

‘Wanliu Guizong [Ten thousand streams return to the source].’

It was said that all things eventually reach the end and become one.

His martial arts, which pursued the extreme of following the heavens, and the other’s demonic path, which had achieved the extreme of defying the heavens.

Having confirmed with his own eyes that their ends were connected, how could he not be happy?

‘It wasn’t wrong.’

What he had inherited.

What he had finally returned to.

The moment he confirmed with his own eyes that the teachings passed down from his ancestors were ultimately correct, what filled Baek Yeon-hong’s heart was indescribable emotion and joy.

‘In the beginning, there was Wuji.’

And….

The emotion that had reached its peak lingered at the tip of his sword.

If it ended with just confirming, nothing could be more futile. If he had confirmed it, he had to unfold it. If he knew it, he had to achieve it.

His sword slowly drew a circle. It was a paradoxical sight.

The sword was too slow in the world where he existed, but it was too fast in the world that surrounded him.

Slow and fast.

Two opposing principles that could never exist together were simultaneously present at the tip of his sword.

‘Wuji becomes Taiji and gives birth to all things in the world.’

It was the primordial explosion.

The process of one thing dividing into two.

What was born was light. But light inevitably gives birth to darkness. When everything is one, nothing has any meaning. It is only when they are divided that they can exist.

‘Yin and Yang.’

That was Taiji.

The beginning of all things, and the beginning of all flows.

He draws a circle.

Baek Yeon-hong’s sword draws countless circles.

A circle is a flow. And a cycle.

‘Flow.’

Yin does not resist Yang. Yang does not reject Yin. The two coexist as if they are in contrast. Yin must exist for Yang to exist, and Yang must exist for Yin to exist.

Therefore, it would just flow and flow again. Forever, as long as the world exists.

Baek Yeon-hong’s sword draws an infinite circle.

The white energy envelops the incoming light, and the black energy gently pushes away the existence of light.

‘No matter how strong it is, it ultimately exists under the principle of Taiji.’

A vague concept now existed in front of his eyes.

It was infinite joy.

Unparalleled enlightenment.

The supreme principle that those who had devoted their entire lives to achieving the Dao [the Way, the fundamental principle of the universe in Taoism] had struggled to grasp even a fragment of the concept.

‘Ah, ah, ah.’

Everything was Taiji.

Even this unprecedented force that was rushing towards him.

Even his circle that gently enveloped that force.

Even the sword that contained that Taiji.

And even Baek Yeon-hong, who held that sword, was just Taiji.

Yin and Yang combined and swirled.

The black energy and the white energy. Two energies that seemed impossible to harmonize, yet never pushed each other away, gave each other their shoulders in a huge cycle of flow.

‘Thank you.’

If it wasn’t for the other….

If it wasn’t for the one who had shown him Wuji, he would never have known.

What he had known in his head but could never understand, he had finally grasped in his hand.

Therefore, he could know.

Just like the Taiji that could be completed because they were different.

He and Wiggins were also able to complete each other because they were different.

Strength was not important.

What was important was that what he wanted to achieve and what Wiggins wanted to achieve were in complete opposition. Just like Yin and Yang, they were perfectly different, so they could stand here at the same time.

The sword draws a circle.

A circle that would never end.

The essence of martial arts that bloomed from there led even Baek Yeon-hong, who was unfolding his sword, to extreme joy.

‘Ah, ah…’

He seemed to know.

This was the state of transcendence or Nirvana [a state of perfect peace and enlightenment in Buddhism].

A state where the body could not withstand the deepest enlightenment.

In the gap of time that made even a moment feel like an eternity,

Baek Yeon-hong and Wiggins were the only ones who felt each other’s presence.

‘Are you smiling?’

He couldn’t see it.

But he seemed to know. No, he could feel it vividly.

The smile on Wiggins’s lips.

If he could, he wanted to dance forever.

If he could, he wanted to continue this time forever.

That was an intense desire that Baek Yeon-hong had never felt in his entire life. He felt like he could do anything to satisfy this desire.

But….

The unchanging principle.

Nothing was eternal.

A beginning creates an end, and an end creates a beginning. No one could escape the cycle of Taiji.

‘Look.’

Baek Yeon-hong’s sword tip slowly swirled.

His enemy, no, his companion, had shown him everything. So he too had to show everything.

A circle.

Baek Yeon-hong’s sword, swung in ecstasy, drew a perfect circle. A perfect circle that was not even slightly distorted.

‘This is…’

Just for a moment.

The sword he could unfold only during this moment.

A sword that started with the Dao, reached the mundane, and finally returned to the Dao. A sword that had reached the end of a long journey like an eternal cycle, fully contained the martial prowess it had reached at its tip.

Swoosh.

The sword was raised as if dancing.

Compared to the perfect circle, the sword was extremely rough. There were too many unnecessary elements, and even the lines were crooked and irregular.

But….

That was why it was so natural.

The world was perfect but also imperfect. Wasn’t it only by containing all of that that one could truly reach perfection?

‘This is where I have reached.’

Baek Yeon-hong’s sword fell down like a flowing star.

The perfect circle he had created split in two, following the trajectory of the sword that drew a curve.

Taiji.

In that sword, in that person….

Taiji bloomed.