Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 492

Nangseon’s Return – Part 2, Episode 201

Cheonbeom, holding Choa tightly, stared at Wolmoja-nyeo in disbelief.

‘The Bongak Cheonsujo is a celestial beast of the Great Firmament, born from chaos, and a Cheonsu [a divine beast] at that…’

How could the Wonseon Taesa [a high-ranking immortal official] of Sangcheon Haewol be a phoenix?

He could only assume there was something he didn’t understand.

“Are you truly a phoenix?”

He asked, compelled by an irresistible curiosity.

He couldn’t help but ask.

Otherwise, he couldn’t explain the disappearance of Bong, who had vanished without resistance.

“You could say so. The oldest Wonseon and, simultaneously, a Cheonsu of the Great Firmament. That is the essence of Wolmoja-nyeo.”

But there was a contradiction in her words.

If she were a true Cheonsu, she wouldn’t be bound to this place.

‘From the beginning, it was said that the phoenix’s divided souls were scattered everywhere.’

If that were the case, she must have become an existence bound here for some reason.

She was probably….

“You are also one of the divided souls.”

At that, the corners of Wolmoja-nyeo’s lips twitched.

“Compared to the grand main body, I can also be called a divided soul. But there is no being above me in the Upper Realm. So, I am the phoenix.”

He seemed to understand roughly what she meant.

Among the phoenix’s divided souls, which had split for some reason, she possessed the largest fragment of the original soul.

‘Even Bong displayed such great divine power…’

Her power must be immense.

And only then could he understand the words Hori had spoken.

Wolmoja-nyeo was the oldest but weakest being.

‘But that wasn’t the whole story.’

She wasn’t weak.

She simply wasn’t using her full power.

Her identity was tied to being a phoenix, so she hadn’t revealed it.

“You must have many questions, but since you hold the woman you’ve longed for in your arms, our conversation will have to wait. Come find me when the time is right. I am everywhere in Jamo-wol.”

Whoo-oong!

The Bingwol Han-gi [icy cold energy] turned into a fierce wind and fluttered, and Wolmoja-nyeo’s figure became transparent before disappearing without a trace.

Cheonbeom had many questions, but he decided to respect her wishes.

Because Choa, whom he had longed for, was finally in his arms.

* * *

One side of Jamo-wol.

In the eastern part of the ice peak made of Bingwol Hanseok [ice rock], where the young palace lord Baekryeon resided, were Tamhwa and Hwadam.

And Choa and Cheonbeom were there as well.

“This is the closest place I have to Hanseo Bulchim [a place untouched by cold]. Will there be any discomfort in staying here?”

Jamo-wol itself was saturated with Bingwol Hanseok.

Wherever one went, Bingwol Han-gi was present, and without the blood of Baekyo Boryeon [a clan], the cold would penetrate the body.

A Sangseon [high-level immortal] would freeze instantly, and a Hyangseon [mid-level immortal] could barely endure it.

But none of that posed a problem for Cheonbeom.

“Although Bingwol Han-gi is said to be very cold, I can also be described as an endlessly burning fire, so it doesn’t affect me.”

But there was one unfortunate consideration.

“The characteristics of the Gongbeop [cultivation technique] that my wife has mastered are also related to emotions… If I am by your side, it will be a hindrance.”

It was a Gongbeop that harnessed extreme cold by containing Bingwol Han-gi within the body.

Emotions have temperature, so those who master this Gongbeop usually suppress their emotions and even castrate themselves.

Only then can they generate more potent cold energy.

“It’s okay. I’m a little different.”

Choa didn’t leave Beom’s side, her eyes filled with affection.

Beom also remained close to her. He felt uneasy when she was out of sight, and he feared she would vanish like a mirage if their skin didn’t touch.

Thus, Beom and Choa kept their skin touching as much as possible.

Choa, unclothed and lying on top of Cheonbeom, urged him as if she feared falling off.

She yearned for the love she had missed, and Beom didn’t refuse.

No other conversation was needed.

They were solely focused on consuming each other, oblivious to everything else.

One month passed, then three months, but their passion didn’t diminish.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m happy. I’m so happy… I keep crying because I’m so overwhelmed to feel this happiness again.”

Beom wiped away her tears and spent another night in ecstasy.

He wanted to distract her from any lingering sorrow.

He simply let her revel in their shared pleasure.

Three months later.

The Cheon couple, dressed in clothes for the first time in a long while, began to share the stories they had missed over a tea table.

Cheonbeom retrieved the hairpin that Baekyo Boryeon, whom he had met in the Immortal Realm a long time ago, Baekjeolsamoo, had possessed.

“Ah….”

As soon as Choa saw the hairpin, she felt apologetic and a wistful look came over her face.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

“…It’s not that great of a story. When I first ascended to the Immortal Realm, I was fortunate enough to achieve great things and demonstrate exceptional talent, so I was given the opportunity to come to Jamo-wol.”

But Choa refused.

She knew that if she came here, she would be trapped in Jamo-wol for the rest of her life.

She was a woman with a husband.

She couldn’t do that, so she resisted.

“But they were not people who would reverse a decision once it was made. Among them, a woman named Baekjeolsamoo forcibly dragged me in, and in the process, she wickedly snatched the hairpin that I cherished.”

Choa said she didn’t know how many tears she had shed since then, and she held the hairpin she had found again in both hands, shedding tears of joy.

“You’ve been through a lot. If I had found you right away, that wouldn’t have happened.”

“No. I know how difficult it is for cultivators in the Lower Realm to ascend to the Immortal Realm and settle down. It’s just my fault that I was lacking.”

Choa put the hairpin in her hair and smiled prettily.

“Does it still suit me?”

“Of course, what wouldn’t suit my wife?”

“But I’m quite old, too.”

A lot of time had passed.

‘It was a time that couldn’t even be counted.’

After meeting Choa, many things had happened.

Too many to put into words.

Many relationships and many difficult situations.

And many days followed.

Beom and the child, who couldn’t even take care of their own bodies, had stood in this place again after a long time.

The mountain lord and mountain wife of Baekseon had become respectable immortals and were looking at each other….

“Where are you old? I’ve examined my wife’s skin closely recently, but there’s nothing different from before. Rather, it was even more ripe and sweeter.”

“Don’t tease me.”

Choa was embarrassed.

Even though she was older, she was an infinitely beautiful new bride in front of Beom.

“I’m not teasing you, I’m just telling the truth.”

Soon, Beom and Choa’s eyes met.

Beom grabbed Choa’s wrist, and she smiled and allowed herself to be led away.

After a short kiss, the coat strings were loosened.

“Ahem, I came directly because there was no sign of it ending.”

It was Wolmoja-nyeo.

Cheonbeom wasn’t in a good mood because she was disturbing a good time.

But she was Sangcheon Haewol and a phoenix.

She was not an opponent to be ignored.

“Have you come?”

“Great Palace Lord….”

Wolmoja-nyeo was dumbfounded when she saw that Beom and Choa’s expressions were not good.

“No matter how good your relationship is… how long are you going to keep doing it? Is anyone sad and living alone… Even metal will wear out if you use it that much.”

Choa blushed with shame, but Cheonbeom was confident.

“Husbands and wives can do that.”

They were a couple who had been apart for a long time.

Of course, a fire that had been lit once would not go out easily.

“If the damn fire is about to go out, it lights up again, and if it cools down, it burns again, so I got angry while waiting. Are you some kind of stud? Even dragons don’t do that like you.”

“Shouldn’t I be a better man than a dragon to satisfy my wife? It is the duty of a husband to satisfy his wife’s desires.”

Then Choa was startled.

“How can you make it seem like only I’m so open!”

But Beom glared at her, asking why she was pretending to be innocent.

“You said you wanted to have a son and daughter who looked like me, so you begged me day and night. You said that you were finally going to relieve tens of thousands of years of resentment and were about to devour me?”

“Wh, when did I….”

“I barely endured it because I was almost internally injured from being sucked too much.”

“D, don’t tease me… It wasn’t that much?”

“You guys are having fun.”

The Great Palace Lord of Jamo-wol, Wolmoja-nyeo, with a displeased face, shook her head as if she had given up and sat down.

Then Choa excused herself, leaving only Beom and Wolmoja-nyeo.

“First of all, I should say thank you. Thank you for finding my divided soul and Gucheon Wolbo [a treasure].”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s just a product of chance.”

And.

“I never said I would give you the Sawol Jehang [a cauldron]. It was her will that Bong permeated the Great Palace Lord, but the Sawol Jehang is something I brought from the Lower Realm.”

He asserted his ownership.

But Wolmoja-nyeo lightly sneered and tapped the table with her finger.

Tuk tuk.

Then a blue flame appeared on the table and spread out in a circle.

In an instant, the scenery changed, and Wolmoja-nyeo’s illusion unfolded.

“Many people say that Sawol Jehang is mine, but that’s not the case. I was originally just a phoenix. Sawol Jehang is a treasure among the treasures of the Great Firmament. So how can I claim it as mine?”

The scenery was a pitch-black sky.

It depicted Cheonoecheon [the outer heavens].

The huge cauldron that appeared there orbited the Upper Realm.

“The Sawol Jehang you have is only a part of the real thing.”

The massive cauldron orbiting in Cheonoecheon had a similar appearance to Sawol Jehang, but its size was enormous.

But gradually, as time passed, it turned into stone and eventually changed to the point where its shape could not be recognized.

“This is….”

“If you have eyes, you’ll know. Even in the Upper Realm, only a handful of people know why there are two moons.”

The Sawol Jehang that had turned into stone.

It was Jadal attached to Modal [the two moons].

It was the son’s moon.

“But thanks to you, I can finally use the real Sawol Jehang.”

The real Sawol Jehang?

‘Originally, Sawol Jehang only replicated things.’

But that was actually part of the real thing… Then what kind of divine power does the real thing possess?

He couldn’t help but be curious.

“I know why you came here. I felt the energy of Samse Samgwang [a divine art]. Except for those old guys, no one has mastered the divine art… How did you master it?”

“By feeling.”

“Feeling?”

“I thought I could see a higher sky if I mastered Samse Samsin [another name for the same divine art].”

“A higher sky….”

Wolmoja-nyeo smiled bitterly, as if she had many thoughts on Beom’s answer.

“This place where you are is also a place with the sky of Cheonoecheon?”

“I just want to know the meaning.”

“Meaning?”

“The meaning of my existence.”

“Haha, you’re doing Suseon [cultivation] because you want to know that? You’re trying to master the law of creation in Samse Samsin and come all the way here?”

Wolmoja-nyeo let out a light laugh as if it were quite amusing.

“Grab anyone in this world and ask them. See if there’s anyone who can confidently answer that.”

“So I’m going. To the Great Firmament.”

“….”

“Wolmoja-nyeo, don’t you know? Weren’t you a Cheonsu of the Great Firmament?”

But Wolmoja-nyeo was silent for a moment and muttered.

“The answer you’re looking for may be closer than you think.”

“….”

“I can’t send you to the Great Firmament, but I think I can help you ascend.”

“Really?”

“Thanks to you, Sawol Jehang is complete, so wouldn’t it be possible? Stop talking nonsense and follow me, I’ll show you the real thing.”