Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 491

Tale of Nangseon – Part 2, Episode 200

‘So, it’s them.’

He had been forewarned.

Before being sent here, Hori had firmly instructed him.

‘If the Lesser Palace Lords of Jamo-wol attack you, kill them without exchanging words. That’s the only way Wolmoja-nyeo [Moon Mother Goddess] will take an interest in you.’

Thus, as soon as Cheonbeom saw them rushing toward him, he killed them without hesitation.

It wasn’t difficult.

Even without any magical artifacts, Beom was a powerful cultivator.

‘I’ve been too reliant on magical artifacts.’

Before being defeated by Ilsin Hongseong and meeting his death, he had thought.

He possessed numerous great artifacts, yet they couldn’t stop a single arrow from Ilsin Hongseong.

Therefore, he no longer clung to artifacts but turned his attention to training himself.

But did he train his physical body?

Not exactly.

After experiencing death, he realized the true meaning of the Three Lives, Three Gods incantation.

Thus, he grasped the clue to the Law of Creation and could wield its power, even if only slightly.

The bodies of the Lesser Palace Lords turning to dust and disappearing was also a result of that power.

There was no mercy in his actions.

A single death had erased hesitation from his hands and long since torn apart his complacent heart.

Creation is a mysterious power.

Cheonbeom was constantly amazed and intrigued each time he used this power.

Creation.

Usually, creation is thought of as creating something material.

But that’s not it.

Creation is the power to create life.

It’s just that the definition of life is slightly different.

Cheonbeom had merely created life for the Lesser Palace Lords.

When life meets life, they can merge and benefit each other, but sometimes the opposite result occurs.

The Lesser Palace Lords were such a case.

As the three-colored aura flowed from Cheonbeom’s body, their bodies turned to ash and disappeared as if that was how they were meant to be.

The opposite of creation is destruction, they say.

It’s not an accurate expression, but the result was the same.

The world overflows with life.

It’s just that we don’t recognize it as life.

While contemplating his newly acquired power, he noticed a woman amidst the thickly laid Ice Moon Chill.

‘There were four Lesser Palace Lords, weren’t there.’

Then there’s only one left.

Cheonbeom reached out through the faintly rising Ice Moon Chill.

Then, the subtle aura of the Three Lives, Three Lights flowed from his hand.

The Ice Moon Chill was instantly dispelled, and the Three Lives, Three Lights stretched out toward the last remaining Lesser Palace Lord.

But then.

[Great Lord Cheon! No!!]

The boy’s resounding voice stopped Cheonbeom’s attack.

He had no choice but to stop.

What he saw was a pure white deer.

It was Hwadam.

“No… Why are you here?”

Cheonbeom was dumbfounded, wondering and unable to understand why Hwadam was here.

Could it be that he really flew here after saying he wanted to go to the moon?

[That person is Great Lord Cheon’s wife!]

Hwadam shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

At the word ‘wife,’ Cheonbeom’s pupils dilated, and his lips parted.

The Lesser Palace Lord’s appearance at a glance matched Baekyo Boryeon.

White hair and blue eyes.

Only one person came to mind.

Swish.

Cheonbeom’s head turned toward her.

His golden eyes saw the woman standing amidst the pure white chill.

“Ah….”

Cheonbeom’s feet moved.

As if he had forgotten how to speak, he only let out a cry.

“Ah… Ah…!”

He walked forward, pushing away the foggy chill with both arms.

Why was the swirling, fluttering chill so resentful?

Her figure appeared and disappeared, making Beom’s heart uneasy.

When the chill hid her, his heart pounded fiercely, and when it cleared and she was briefly visible, his heart raced even faster than when she was hidden.

Why wouldn’t it?

He had drawn her in his mind for a lifetime after ascending to the Upper Realm.

It was a face he had longed for his entire life.

Many years had passed since his ascension.

He had formed many relationships and experienced much joy and sorrow, but he had never forgotten her.

“Ah!”

Thud.

She, who he thought might disappear like a mirage, was in his grasp.

She was smiling.

Smiling more than ever, she was shedding tears.

Cheonbeom embraced her tightly.

Only then did he find the words he had lost.

“Choa…!”

Choa, embraced in her husband’s arms, stroked his back and replied.

“Yes…!”

“Is it really… really you?”

He asked, overwhelmed with emotion, and she said yes.

She answered, sobbing, that she was indeed his wife.

Her starlight-like eyes shed tears incessantly, but he had no doubt that they were tears of joy.

“How… How are you here? If you ascended, you should have come to find me right away…!”

“I wanted to… but there were circumstances. I never imagined that we would be separated for so long.”

There were so many things she wanted to say.

There were so many things he wanted to ask.

But Beom and Choa were overjoyed just to see each other’s faces.

To think that the days he had lived, believing that no news was good news, would be rewarded like this. For today, he could even express gratitude to the sky he had resented countless times.

“Still, it’s a relief. It’s a relief that we met even now…!”

“Yes, me too….”

At that moment.

Suddenly, Choa’s body was enveloped in a strange energy, floated into the air, and began to be pulled somewhere.

“Choa!”

Startled, he tried to grab her, but Choa quickly disappeared into the Ice Moon Chill.

There wasn’t even time to let out a scream. Cheonbeom had his wife snatched away without even savoring the joy of reunion.

A chilling rage surged through his entire body.

Then, he stared silently at one spot and shouted.

“Please come out. I don’t have the leisure to play games right now.”

There was a reason he barely managed to suppress his anger and speak.

The Ice Moon Chill thickly laid on the ground swirled and gathered, transforming into the figure of a woman.

In this Jamo-wol, there was only one person who could hide their presence from Cheonbeom and play tricks like this.

“Are you Woonseon Taesa [Cloud Fairy Grand Sage] of Sangcheon Haewol, Wolmoja-nyeo [Moon Mother Goddess]?”

A woman with pure white hair dragging to the floor.

The master of Jamo-wol and Woonseon Taesa of Sangcheon Haewol, Wolmoja-nyeo.

“Are you going to kill me with your eyes?”

“If I could, I would. Won’t you return my wife?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why is that?”

“Didn’t you kill all my Lesser Palace Lords? They were originally children who would revive no matter how many times they were killed, but you destroyed the essence of their lives, so they can no longer revive. How are you going to take responsibility for this?”

She spoke as if they were toys.

“It’s not my problem to take responsibility for. They attacked first.”

“But maybe they didn’t attack you to kill you, did they?”

“Then I also have no intention of killing Wolmoja-nyeo, so can I attack you? Since you are merciful, you won’t kill me because you have said so.”

Even with his impudent tone, Wolmoja-nyeo didn’t lose her smile, as if she was enjoying it.

Cheonbeom felt that Wolmoja-nyeo’s impression was quite different from what he had imagined.

He thought she would be a person devoid of emotions, being the oldest Woonseon.

But rather, she seemed to have more emotions than other Woonseon Taesas.

She was constantly smiling, as if she was enjoying something.

‘I don’t like it.’

She had a way of speaking and an impression that subtly provoked annoyance.

“If you give me one thing you possess, I will also return your wife. Now, what will you do?”

Wolmoja-nyeo looked at Cheonbeom’s wrist.

By now, Tamhwa was hanging on Beom’s wrist.

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you hear from the black woman? The Sawol Jehang [Four Wolrd Restraining Orb] you possess was originally mine. I lost it for some reason, but I can’t help but be happy that it has returned to me like this. Surely, you don’t value a mere treasure more than your virtuous wife, do you?”

Cheonbeom stared at Wolmoja-nyeo for a long time before reaching for Tamhwa and taking out all the treasures he had handed over, laying them out in the air. Ssangmyeol [Twin Extinction] and Yeonghwa-bi [Eternal Flower Tablet].

And the Five Elements Extreme Mountains and other treasures were lined up.

Cheonbeom raised the extreme mountain with a blue glow among the Five Elements Extreme Mountains onto his hand.

A small, shrunken extreme mountain.

Subong Yeosan [Mount Sumeru Jade Mountain] was spinning in Cheonbeom’s hand, and a purer energy was emanating from it than before.

‘Bong is still….’

Sawol Jehang is with Bonghwang [Phoenix].

She is storing power inside Subong Yeosan, so he can’t take her out at will.

“Are treasures more precious than your wife? Oh dear, to think that the husband she met after tens of thousands of years covets treasures more than her, how devastating.”

Beom hesitated for a moment.

‘Even if she is a Woonseon, Bong is a split soul of Bonghwang. She wouldn’t be able to do anything to Cheonsu of Daeracheon.’

Soon, he threw Subong Yeosan as it was to Wolmoja-nyeo.

“My friend told me. The Woonseon who has lived the longest is the weakest.”

Wolmoja-nyeo’s eyes curved like crescents, as if she immediately understood the meaning of these words.

“Even so, I’m not at a level to be threatened by a mere Hyangseon [Fragrant Immortal]. And don’t worry, nothing you’re worried about will happen even if you don’t threaten me like that, so rest assured.”

“It better be. If not, my father-in-law and friend will kill you.”

“Oh my, how scary. It can’t be like that, so I’ll have to return your wife.”

Snap.

As Wolmoja-nyeo snapped her fingers, the Ice Moon Chill gathered, and with a pop, Choa reappeared.

“Husband!”

Beom, who had embraced Choa at once, held her in his arms as if she were precious.

“You’re doing all sorts of things. Really.”

Whether he did or not, Wolmoja-nyeo paid no attention and supported Subong Yeosan with both hands, moving her lips.

As unknown letters were created in the shape of Subong Yeosan’s circle, the shrunken Subong Yeosan regained its original appearance, and the blue flame latent within it blazed.

“What are you doing!”

“Don’t get excited. I’m just trying to find what was originally mine.”

Soon, the blue flame covered all directions like a tsunami, and above it, blue feathers fluttered, and Bonghwang, flapping its wings, appeared.

Bonghwang, as if forcibly awakened from sleep, scattered Bongak Cheonghwa [Phoenix Azure Flame] as if to burn everything in the area.

Bong, whom he saw after a long time, exuded a distinctly different energy than before.

He had been worried because she hadn’t woken up from her sleep, but it seemed she had recovered a lot of energy.

However, as Wolmoja-nyeo let out a small breath, Bonghwang flinched and stared intently at her.

Then, with a gentle breeze, she landed on the ground.

[I see. Has the time come.]

Then, with meaningless words, she spat out Sawol Jehang and turned into a handful of feathers, seeping into Wolmoja-nyeo’s hand.

“!!”

Although these events happened suddenly, Cheonbeom looked at Wolmoja-nyeo as if he knew what was going on.