Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 283

Nangseon Gi Hwan Dam – 282

“How dare you break Barahnonga [a powerful sealing technique]!!”

The Mokshintong [a type of divine art] called Barahnonga, which had bound Cheonbeom, was a sealing technique that Jiseon [enlightened beings] had never seen broken in four thousand years.

It was only natural to be shocked when Cheonbeom, who had not even been an Eternal for a thousand years, shattered it with a little force.

“That’s not what you should be wondering about right now.”

Cheonbeom warned, emitting a thick, murderous aura.

“You should be wondering if you can survive in front of me.”

“How arrogant!!”

“You are one, and we are four. Are you so confident of victory?”

To his question, Cheonbeom replied.

“Arrogant? You’re making a funny joke. You’re the arrogant ones for thinking you can stop me with just four Jiseon.”

It might sound arrogant, but Cheonbeom’s words were not wrong. To stop him, four Jiseon were not enough.

‘His power has become stronger.’

The strength of his body was greater than before, and his bones and skin were tougher.

Jiseon’s Barahnonga was indeed a great sealing technique, but Cheonbeom broke it with the power of his Kangche Technique [a body strengthening technique] alone.

‘Is it the influence of the sword stuck in his body?’

There was nothing else he could guess.

The sword of Dangchun stuck in his back.

That seemed to be the cause.

In any case, thanks to that reason, no one could match him with physical strength alone, so four Jiseon could not stop Cheonbeom.

“Think carefully, Seon Master Cheon. There have been strong people like you in this Human Realm.

The easiest to know was Hwanmong Seonsa [a powerful cultivator].

But even that Hwanmong did not slaughter the same Jiseon. What do you think is the reason for that?”

Jiseon are not alone in the Human Realm.

Many Jiseon and Eternals have disappeared and are training.

Only a few have surfaced.

“Seon Master Cheon. Even if you have the power to kill us all, you will not be able to kill all the Jiseon scattered throughout this world. You have already killed one Jiseon, so there is nothing you cannot do. But unlike the easy first time, the second time will be different.”

“Your name will spread and spread.”

“All the Jiseon will fear you.”

“Fear will turn into exclusion.”

“And exclusion will soon lead to a desire for your death in order to maintain peace… Seon Master Cheon, can you really handle all those things? Your blood relatives and Baek San [Cheonbeom’s clan]?”

It was a threat, but not quite.

“We are not doing this because we want to kill you. We are doing this to prevent peace and chaos under the heavens.”

“If you are also walking the Great Dao [the path to enlightenment] at its peak, you will understand our intentions.”

At first glance, it sounded plausible.

Fear leads to exclusion, and exclusion soon leads to death.

It was not wrong, but it was not exactly right either.

“You were talking about arrogance, but now you’re threatening me and asking me to understand your intentions? I don’t know what to look at in your actions to understand.”

Not only was it inconsistent, but they had a justification for doing so to prevent chaos under the heavens, but they seemed to have forgotten who created the fundamental chaos.

“I am trying to kill Yoojeong to prevent chaos in the Dao Realm [the realm of immortals], but you are blocking me.”

It was a nonsensical justification and a plausible deception.

According to their words, shouldn’t they be jointly punishing Yoojeong, who caused chaos in the Dao Realm?

“Yoo Ga is not a Jiseon.”

“It is also ridiculous for Jiseon to interfere in the affairs of Taeseon [great immortals].”

Seeing them talking nonsense like that, it was clear that they were all in cahoots with Yewoon.

“You’re chattering too much. If I talk to you any longer, my tongue will rot and my ears will become deaf.”

There was no reason to talk any further.

“Come on. I will bear all the consequences after you die.”

* * *

Clang clang clang!

A battlefield in the sky above Malmando, where all sorts of metallic sounds and explosions were rampant.

In the midst of it, there was a girl fighting fiercely.

It was Cheonbeom’s daughter, Cheonyu.

“Haaaat!!”

Pajijijijik!!

Cheonyu, who wielded the Thunder God Technique, wielded her spear and dashed like lightning.

The lightning and silver lightning covering her body were too much for the Demonic Masters of the Lower Realm.

If an enemy appeared that was a bit too much to handle, she would not overdo it and retreat, cooperating with her allies to weaken them.

She did her best not to overdo it and not to hurt a single strand of hair.

Normally, the blood in her head would have turned and she might have charged into the middle of the enemy lines without realizing it, but she could not do that at all on this battlefield.

Kukung-!

Kwaang-!

The tremendous roar emanating from inside Malmando cooled Cheonyu’s head.

‘Father….’

The roar heard from inside Manmando was probably Cheonbeom’s.

The roar was so loud that the Lower Realm cultivators lost their balance and fell to the bottom of the sea.

The only one who invaded Malmando was the Head of the Baek San Clan.

It must be the sound he was making.

‘I heard that there is also a Jiseon from the Demonic Path over there. Is he fighting him?’

She could not say for sure, but she thought that was probably the case.

The roar that echoed through the sky lowered the morale of the enemy and raised the morale of the allies.

Cheonyu could not help but feel overwhelmed as she watched her father.

Strength without end.

A vessel capable of placing all the sects of the Dao Realm under his feet.

He was worthy of awe.

“Young lady, avoid it!”

It was then.

Unmo pushed Cheonyu away and raised his Seokjang [a monk’s staff] to block the attack of the Demonic Master.

Kaang!

“Keuk!”

Cheonyu, who was startled, frowned and lashed out with her spear.

Kwajijijijik!!

“Tsk.”

Then the Demonic Master clicked his tongue and hid again in the black mist.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Let’s get out of here!”

“Tsk, okay.”

Unfortunately, she received help from Unmo. To Cheonyu, who was aiming for the Head of the Baek San Clan, the wall called Unmo was high and thick.

There was not much difference in the aptitude and Shintong [spiritual power] of the successors, but Unmo was popular and was an impeccable person as the Great Senior Brother of the Baek San Clan disciples.

Furthermore, he was the direct disciple of Cheonbeom and was inheriting and practicing one of his Gongbeop [cultivation methods], Bunhap Su Gyeol.

He was also a strong candidate for the next Head of the Baek San Clan.

“You mustn’t get hurt, young lady.”

“I’m going to do that even if you don’t worry.”

“My master told me to protect you.”

“Father did?”

She asked back with a face that bloomed as if to ask if it was true.

Unmo said yes, and she smiled and was overjoyed.

“This is not the time to be so happy.”

“Humph, I know!”

Before she knew it, black mist had spread around them, forming an encirclement.

The nasty Demonic Path guys were endless even if they were killed and killed.

She was already sick and tired of them because they kept popping up from somewhere and reappearing from somewhere like demons.

They had the advantage in numbers, but the Demonic Masters generally handled Ggangshi [undead puppets], and the higher the level of the Demonic Master, the more likely they were not human, so it was not easy to kill them. Even if they thought they were dead, they would get up again and launch a surprise attack, so many people were caught off guard.

“Unmo, buy me some time!”

“What are you going to do!”

“Just hurry!”

“I can’t hold out for long!”

Unmo clasped his hands together and raised his energy, and grains of sand flowed out of the gourd on his waist and densely covered the surroundings.

Immediately after.

Purple lightning flickered in the sand pile where Unmo and Cheonyu were.

“Heot!”

The Demonic Master, who had turned into black mist, was startled by the purple lightning and distanced himself.

He had sensed the power of the Bulcheonbulbyeok [a powerful lightning technique] that Cheonbeom had used.

He involuntarily backed away from the same purple lightning.

“You’re stupid!”

Of course, Cheonyu and Unmo did not miss that opportunity.

“Hap!!”

From within the sand pile, Unmo’s shout and the sound of Seokjang clanging were heard.

At the same time, a sharp thunderous sound erupted, and purple lightning struck the Demonic Master in an instant.

Kwareureureung!!

“T, this!!”

Unlike what he had expected, the Demonic Master saw a weak but ominous purple lightning like that of the Head of the Baek San Clan in front of his eyes.

The Bulcheonbulbyeok was striking down.

“Kuaaaaaaak!!”

The Demonic Master, who was stabbed by Cheonyu’s spear, screamed in pain and died.

Unmo hugged the staggering Cheonyu and retrieved her spear and ran away.

“Are you okay?”

“…Cough!”

Cheonyu’s complexion turned pale and gradually turned purple. Then, she suddenly vomited black blood.

Unmo realized that the reason was the Bulcheonbulbyeok that he did not know how to use.

Bulcheonbulbyeok is a lightning that denies the sky and denies that it is lightning, as its name suggests.

Bulcheonbulbyeok, which is not the lightning of the sky, has tremendous poison and lightning energy, and the poison is not something that a Lower Realm cultivator can withstand.

‘It’s a Bulcheonbulbyeok that is as weak as a hair compared to my master’s….’

It was a lightning energy that Cheonyu could not handle.

He was worried that something big had happened, but he was relieved that Cheonyu’s complexion was gradually recovering.

“Did you receive it from Master?”

Cheonyu nodded with difficulty, sweating profusely.

It was the price of using a Shintong that she had not yet mastered.

She seemed to have internal injuries, but it seemed that treatment was still possible.

She probably secretly trained alone to control the Bulcheonbulbyeok.

“I will tell Master that I couldn’t help it, so focus on recovering.”

“…Thank…you.”

Unmo hugged Cheonyu and spread his Dungwang [a type of protective energy] and flew away quickly.

The situation was not so good.

No matter how many times they killed them, they would reappear and attack.

It was as if they were an immortal army that would not die.

‘Maybe it’s because of the strange mist coming from Malmando.’

I think their abilities are being enhanced by the strange mist containing magic.

However, the Seondo Clan [righteous cultivators], which had the advantage in numbers and all the Heads of each sect gathered, was slightly more advantageous.

Maybe time would solve it.

‘Sacrifice is inevitable, but.’

This war will not be easy because it is a matter of life and death for them too.

It was then.

Jeojeojeok Kwachachachachachang!!

Suddenly, the mist of Malmando exploded in all directions and something broke.

“Euaak!”

“Kkeuaaaaaak!!”

Unmo, who had lost his balance and flew away due to the explosion of black smoke, barely opened his eyes and looked at what had happened.

“No….”

The scenery he saw was that a red magic circle was spread in all directions, and the black smoke of Malmando had disappeared, and a stone tower reaching the sky was standing on it.

It was a very ominous stone tower with blood dripping from it.

Dark clouds were rapidly forming in the sky above the stone tower, and blood was falling like rain.

The sky, which had suddenly darkened, and the area around Malmando, which had turned into night in an instant, was gathering strange energy and the magic was swirling.

A Bungmagi [a dark energy] that was enough to make one’s mind go blank.

The Bungmagi, which had gathered like dark clouds, gathered under the sky and fell towards the stone tower.

“What on earth is going on….”

Unmo’s body, which was holding Cheonyu, was trembling. The ghostly wails of ghosts echoed in his ears.

His whole body was as cold as if he had entered a winter valley.

“S, Master… Where is Master….”

In the face of a scene that could not hide its ominousness, Unmo unconsciously looked for his master.

And soon, Unmo’s gaze, which had been searching for his master, stopped at one place.

Under the stone tower that soared to the sky.

There, Cheonbeom, with a very angry face, was glaring at the person responsible for all of this.

“Yoojeong, you’ve gone too far.

You’ve walked the Demonic Path, and now you’re plotting a sinister scheme to devour even Jiseon!!”