Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 530

Nangseon Gi Hwan Dam – Part 2, Chapter 239

Kugugugung!!

The sky flashes and flickers, great roars echoing one after another.

It’s hard even to look up.

The aftershocks from the clash of powers were already making it difficult for Cheonchuk to withstand.

“Seodan! Are you alright!”

Seodan doesn’t wake up, perhaps having lost consciousness from the shock.

Cheonchuk clasps his hands together, creating a barrier to protect himself and Seodan, barely managing to block the divine power that was stealing moisture.

He throws talismans, spreading his arms to create a barrier, but his lips are gradually drying out, and his skin is cracking.

He’s being robbed of moisture.

“Great-Grandfather… Keueuk.”

The pressure intensifies.

He kneels on one knee, causing dust to rise. The moisture from the ground has already been taken, turning it into powder that scatters in the wind.

Cheonchuk takes out a handkerchief from his robes and places it over Seodan’s face, who has collapsed.

It was then.

Whiririk!

A large, snake-like black thing coils around Cheonchuk.

“Heot!”

Cheonchuk is startled and summons purple lightning, but his movements freeze instantly.

-Don’t move.

A slightly childish voice.

But there’s no emotion in the tone.

He opens his mouth, tense.

“Who are you….”

-Father told me to protect you.

Father?

At the same moment, the sorcery that was stealing Cheonchuk’s energy and moisture disappears.

The crushing pressure also vanishes, and Cheonchuk unknowingly lets out a sigh of relief.

“When you say Father… do you perhaps mean Great Master Geumcheon, my great-grandfather?”

-Yeah.

“Then… you’re my great-grandmother?”

-…Great-grandmother?

“If you’re Great-Grandfather’s child… wouldn’t that make you my great-grandmother?”

-…Call me what you want.

Did he upset her?

Cheonchuk picks up the fallen Seodan and sits down.

He had used too much Seon’s energy to create a barrier against the powerful divine power.

“Great-Grandmother.”

-…What.

“Is Great-Grandfather alright? As far as I know, it was just a treasure that the former Wonseon Grand Master had sealed away. But now that it’s a Holy Clan member and rampaging with such vengeance, it might just be needless worry, but….”

How could he not be worried?

Not just for himself, but for Cheonchuk, Beom, is his only blood relative in the Upper World [Sanggye].

He had grown up listening to stories about him since he was young, always admiring him. Moreover, now that he had ascended to the Upper World, he couldn’t help but admire him even more, as his object of admiration was a figure who had reached the pinnacle of the heavens.

-Father is strong.

She coils up in the form of a small Oryong [a type of dragon], glaring at Cheonchuk.

“But….”

-All the strength you possess is only what you received from Father. Ascending from the Lower World [Hagye] to the Upper World wouldn’t have been possible without what Father left behind.

“Of course, I’m grateful. My very existence would have been impossible without Great-Grandfather’s grace. But….”

That’s not what’s important right now. Cheonchuk didn’t quite understand what she was trying to say.

-Father originally had nothing. He was a small Beom, without a strong body, lightning, or fire. But he eventually reached his current state.

Gulp. The Oryong’s cold gaze pierces through Cheonchuk.

Cheonchuk shrinks back for a moment, like a mouse in front of a giant being.

-You’re not someone he needs to worry about. Kid.

“……”

-If you inherited Father’s blood, don’t bother with needless worries and watch with your own eyes. Engrave in your eyes whose blood flows through your body.

Before he knew it, the sky was shimmering with golden waves.

* * *

Fierce winds become rainstorms, and rainstorms become storms that rage and swirl.

Each drop of water permeating the fierce storm possesses a strong force, rushing to tear apart Cheonbeom’s body like water droplets that split a huge rock.

Baekgeowon, holding a folding fan [Jeopseon], moves eerily in the air as if dancing. As he waves his fan, the water gathered in the sky above surges like ocean waves, beginning to engulf him like a tsunami.

Kwaaaaaaa!!

A massive tidal wave, large enough to cover the vast sky, rushes to swallow Mayunjung whole.

But then, a golden light flickers in Cheonbeom’s hand, and Geumcheon’s Fire blooms.

One, two.

He closes and opens his eyes once, and before he knows it, the surroundings are filled with golden waves, and brightly shining lotus flowers are blooming.

Lanterns made of flames.

It was Cheonbeom’s Taehwa Mandeng [Great Transformation of Ten Thousand Lights].

“You seem to like doing useless things.”

The Taehwa Mandeng, blooming in the sky, instantly evaporates the moisture.

The onrushing tidal wave boils and oxidizes, and the aftermath generates a powerful current that swirls in all directions.

Seondeung-eumseok’s carefully crafted divine power disappeared in an instant.

[Such a cowardly…!]

“Is there any point in talking about cowardice? As they say, if you’re naturally foolish, your hands and feet suffer. I guess you’re not that smart.”

Come to think of it.

“That’s why you were sealed.”

Cheok.

Then, his folding fan turns into mist, clumps together into clouds, and becomes twin swords [Ssangdo].

The twin swords held in Baekgeowon’s hand shone ominously with crimson patterns and soon created a strange undulation around them.

[I will definitely kill you.]

“Those who have faced me have mostly uttered those words. But do you know what? Those who say they will kill me always meet their end as they said.”

‘The fan stirred up water.’

What are the twin swords?

The energy felt is not the energy of the five elements, but the power of law.

“It’s space.”

It was then.

Suddenly, he stabbed the twin swords into the air.

Pook!

The twin swords that pierced through the air and disappeared through space tore Cheonbeom’s belly.

But at that moment, Cheonbeom’s figure flickered and disappeared like a mirage, and Seondeung-eumseok’s face was deeply furrowed.

[Damn it!]

Seondeung-eumseok, in the form of Baekgeowon, swung the twin swords in all directions, searching for the invisible Cheonbeom, as if annoyed.

The formless sword energy emanating from the twin swords butchered all the surrounding space, preventing anyone from using Chukji [a technique for rapidly traversing distances] or moving through space.

But even so, when Cheonbeom’s figure did not appear, Baekgeowon gradually gnawed at his teeth in frustration.

“Can you find me with that?”

Kukung- The world suddenly turned gray, and a blade of grass fluttering in the wind stopped in mid-air.

At the same time, Baekgeowon’s body gradually stopped moving, and only his eyes followed him.

Shhh.

A gentle breeze is conveyed through his fur, and soon he sees three figures approaching him.

All three are the same man.

It was Geumcheon, who was fighting him.

Seondeung-eumseok felt a strange fear at the sight of him slowly approaching like a ghost, surrounding him from all sides.

[Do you think I’ll be afraid of something like this! I’m not afraid of you Suseon [a type of immortal], at all!]

But unlike what he said, he was bound by the power of the law of time and could not use his power properly. He was just barely trying to escape the influence of the law with all his might.

“I have many questions for you.”

[Shut up!! I have no questions for you!]

Each had a different impression, and the color of their eyes was also slightly different. Geumcheon, who had increased to three, created a different colored fire in each of his hands.

The golden eyes had golden fire.

The red eyes had red fire.

The blue eyes had blue fire.

The power of the law contained in each flame felt different.

One was the law of Gi [vital energy], which is the origin and orthodoxy of all things, another was time, and another was space.

Seondeung-eumseok could not help but be shocked because the laws that were difficult to awaken were melted into each flame.

[S, Samse-samshin…?!]

Cheok.

The Samse-samshin [Three Embodiments, Three Spirits] simultaneously clasped their hands together.

Soon the flames are extinguished.

The three figures soon became one and merged, and when they spread their hands.

A flame of three mixed colors of indescribable color bloomed.

A subtle light.

It is the root of the three laws and the Three Thousand Laws that came to the World of Tao [Dogye].

The flame of creation.

“Samcheon Chohwa (Three Thousand Beginning Fire).”

[N, no way… no way! How can you handle the law of creation, creation! Who the hell are you!!]

Seondeung-eumseok, who seemed to be in a state of extreme panic, could not take his eyes off Cheonbeom’s Samcheon Chohwa.

The Samcheon Chohwa, in which the laws of all things are melted.

Not only the color but also the power contained in it could not help but be surprising.

But Seondeung-eumseok twisted the corners of his mouth even while trembling with fear.

[Creation is a simple yet mysterious power. Of course, it created all things in the world!! But!! What are you going to do to me with the power to create something! Creation is the power to conceive life! Are you going to give me a new life with that!]

“That would also be enjoyable. But you seem to only know beneficial words. There are many ominous things in the world.”

Creation is not only beneficial.

For some beings, it brings out things they don’t even want to see in their dreams.

For example.

‘Like death.’

I learned the law of creation and pondered and thought about it many times.

So the answer I came to was one.

‘There is no answer to creation.’

If there is no answer, then I, who wield it, may be the answer.

What I unfold will soon be creation.

“I will create for you.”

[What are you going to create for me! Are you going to create a stronger power for me!]

He answered calmly in front of the sneering bastard.

“Hell.”

[…What?]

“I will create hell for you.”

Cheonbeom’s clasped hands disappear, and the surroundings are covered with Samcheon Chohwa, and strange things unfold before his eyes.

“Samcheon Jiok (Three Thousand Hells).”

* * *

Heumchit.

“This place is….”

Many beings were lined up, climbing a mountain.

“Who are you? And why am I here? I… I was fighting! Where is this!!”

But no one answered his question.

They were just silently climbing the mountain in a line, like pilgrims doing penance.

“You bastards!!”

Huoong! He threw a punch, but for some reason, it didn’t hit.

It passed through leisurely as if the form was not in place.

“Is it Hwan-gye [a type of illusionary realm]…?”

He thought so, but it wasn’t.

Seondeung-eumseok looked at his body and then realized.

Like them, his body is also translucent. There was no substance.

These are not living people.

It was the same for him.

“Am I dead…?”

Tingle.

Suddenly, his head throbs.

At the same time, screams are heard one after another.

Some scream and stop, shouting as if their ears are about to be torn, while others endure the pain and climb the mountain path.

“Why….”

It was then.

Suddenly, an iron skewer rose from the ground and pierced Seondeung-eumseok’s leg.

“Kuaaaaak!!”

The hot and sharp skewer, as if heated with fire, pierces his leg, causing excruciating pain.

Not once.

Every time he stops, skewers pop out and stab him.

Only then did Seondeung-eumseok know why they were climbing the mountain.

They are not climbing because they want to.

They were climbing the mountain to avoid being stabbed by skewers.

“Keueueueuk…!”

I don’t know how the pain was so maximized even though the substance was unclear.

Screams are rampant, and blood and flesh splatter everywhere.

Seondeung-eumseok was stabbed by skewers and continued to climb, not knowing why he was climbing the mountain path.

“Damn it….”

But when he went up a little, flames soared from all sides this time.

Chiik.

The pain is doubled when the flames touch the hole-filled legs, and the smell of burning flesh vibrates.

Even so, if he stops, skewers pop out and stab him, so he had no choice but to keep walking.

The legs gradually turn black and burn into charcoal, but for some reason, the wound heals strangely quickly.

It would be nice if it burned and disappeared, but the regeneration speed is so fast that the pain is indescribable.

Time gradually passes, and years pass when the pain becomes dull.

One year passes, ten years pass, one hundred years, one thousand years pass.

Seondeung-eumseok climbed to the top of the mountain, hoping to be freed from the pain.

He instinctively threw himself into the volcano’s summit, where bubbling lava was laid out.

Hoping that this pain would finally end.

At that moment, when he was falling in joy that he was finally liberated.

Plop!

The lava that fell was strangely cool, and when he swam out, it was a familiar pond in the middle of the mountain.

Before him, there was a line of dead people, and the mountain he had climbed was unfolding again.

Only then did he remember the name.

The name of this place is Samcheon Jiok (Three Thousand Hells).

A place that must be moved three times.

That is the sin of himself.

It will be his karma.

“Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!”