Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 500

Romance of Nangseon – Part 2, Episode 209

Jadal revealed himself, enveloping Cheonoecheon [Beyond the Heavens] in a mysterious light.

And a woman watched him with worried eyes.

Cheonbeom’s wife, with snow-white hair and blue eyes, possessing an otherworldly appearance.

It was Choa.

“You seem worried.”

“Of course.”

Beside her stood the master of Jamo Wol.

Wolmoja Nyeo was also present.

Choa looked at the Grand Palace Lord of Jamo Wol, her eyes filled with resentment for driving him so suddenly onto the path of Seungseon [Ascension to Immortality].

“Looking at me like that won’t help. The fact that your husband came to me is because a tenacious thread of fate connected you.”

The thread of fate.

A little strength returned to Choa’s neatly folded hands.

“…Is it destiny?”

“Destiny… Is it such a grand thing? Well, I don’t know. But perhaps inevitability is a better word.”

“With inevitability, can my husband ascend to Seungseon?”

Wolmoja Nyeo turned slightly to look at Choa and smiled.

“Wonseon [Perfected Immortal]. Do you know the meaning of Wonhyeong Shinseon [Perfected Form Divine Immortal]?”

“Yes, it is the realm where one completely grasps their Wonshin [Original Spirit] and establishes their own laws. It is known as Bonmyeong Wonchik [Fundamental Principle], and it is said to add to the power of general laws, bringing one closer to the source.”

Wolmoja Nyeo nodded and held out her right hand.

A lotus made of blue ice bloomed.

It turned into a beautiful butterfly and fluttered its wings, then instantly transformed and flew up as a small phoenix.

However, the brilliant phoenix gradually lost its feathers and appeared old and frail.

As the image of the phoenix in her hand disappeared in a blaze of blue flames, Choa seemed to understand what Wolmoja Nyeo was trying to convey.

“Nothing in the world comes without a price. Among the countless SooSeons [Cultivated Immortals] of the Upper Realm, do you know why there are so few Wonseons?”

“Is that related to my husband’s Seungseon?”

“It is. That’s why I’m telling you. Tell me, do you know why?”

Choa frowned for a moment, then answered.

“Isn’t it because it is such a distant and difficult realm?”

Wolmoja Nyeo answered firmly.

“Wrong.”

“Then…”

“There are countless people in the world with the qualities of Cheon [Heaven]. But all of them end up as Sangseon [High Immortal], Hyangseon [Fragrant Immortal], and lose their lives. If you ask why, it could be due to the influence of Cheongeop [Heavenly Karma], or it could be due to their unlucky fate. However, only those who have overcome all of that can be called SooSeon… But even they cannot overcome something.”

“What is it?”

“It is the limited Wonki [Primordial Energy] of heaven and earth.”

This is the Cheonji Wonki, also called Seonki [Immortal Energy] or Cheonki [Heavenly Energy] in the Upper Realm – the energy of nature.

“Due to the finite Cheonki, many people challenge Seungseon and lose their lives. I have seen many such people here, and I have also seen those who took the lives of my friends because of it.”

Wolmoja Nyeo closed her eyes tightly, as if she didn’t want to remember.

“Then my husband…!”

“If things continue like this, he will fail. His enlightenment has broken down the walls, but the Cheonki here is not enough to fill the vessel.”

Failure to ascend to Wonseon means death.

So Choa was naturally alarmed, because Wolmoja Nyeo spoke as if she was confirming Cheonbeom’s demise.

“The amount of Cheonki required to become a Wonseon is truly enormous. A huge amount is needed to the point where the boundaries are broken and the laws of heaven are distorted. That’s why Wonseons are desperately trying to create something called Woncheongang [Primordial Azure Essence].”

“Woncheongang…”

Kkuk.

The Woncheongang, which she had heard about in the past at Geumhwan Seonhyang [Golden Ring Immortal Fragrance], came to Choa’s mind as she bit her lower lip.

Cheonbeom needed it now.

A tremendous amount of Woncheongang to become a Wonseon, not just ordinary stuff!

“What a variety of expressions. The bloodline of Baekyo Boryeon [White Jade Precious Lotus] isn’t known for making various expressions. It’s amazing that the blood of the lotus is mixed in.”

“…Is there no way?”

“What way?”

“I can feel the movement of slowly drawing in the surrounding Cheonki within the Sawol Jehang [Four-Wolrd Divine Cauldron]. Perhaps it is a sign that my husband’s Seungseon will begin in earnest.”

So, Cheonki.

She needed a way to gather Cheonki.

As Choa asked desperately, Wolmoja Nyeo smiled brightly.

“There’s no need for that.”

“There’s no need?”

“If you think about it, it’s like I pushed him to his death. Would I do that without a way out? Don’t worry. I have spent an eternity of time beyond what you can imagine… I have been eagerly waiting for this day.”

“…What does that mean?”

An eternity of time.

But even to such a question, Wolmoja Nyeo looked at the huge Sawol Jehang with a mysterious smile and hazy eyes.

Her appearance was somehow poignant, so she couldn’t ask more.

Kugugugung….

Just then, a strange wave began to flow out from Sawol Jehang.

Choa’s face was naturally strained with tension, and Wolmoja Nyeo’s face, on the contrary, became more and more serene.

“Originally, I was born from chaos and recognized in Daeracheon [Great Brahma Heaven].”

Wolmoja Nyeo took one step, then another.

As she approached Sawol Jehang, she faintly scattered blue energy in all directions.

“But after falling, I tried to return to Daera again, but failed every time. It’s a pathetic thing. Something that was everyday for me is something that someone desires for a lifetime.”

Wolmoja Nyeo’s voice became deeper and deeper, and the concentration of the scattered energy became so thick that Choa’s expression contorted.

It became difficult to even open her mouth due to the enormous energy she was emitting.

“For a long time, I was particularly obsessed with the sky of Daera, and I did not neglect my training to regain my original self.”

Uuung.

“But after meeting and parting with one relationship, I finally realized that all the things I had been doing were soot that was eating away at me.”

It was then.

Tuk.

Tuung.

The moment she brought her palm to Sawol Jehang, which she had approached closely.

“Grand Palace Lord!”

The tip of her hand turned into a small spark and began to disappear.

But Wolmoja Nyeo, or rather, Bonghwang [Phoenix Queen]’s face, was endlessly peaceful.

Even from Choa’s perspective, she could tell without asking that Wolmoja Nyeo was giving up her life.

Her body was turning into blue sparks, seeping into Sawol Jehang.

Wonhyeong Shinseon.

Moreover, the energy of Bonghwang, who was originally born from chaos and was the Cheonsu [Heavenly Number] of Daeracheon, Bongak Cheonsujo [Phoenix Awakening Heavenly Ancestor], was seeping in.

Naturally, Sawol Jehang, shaped like a huge cauldron, began to blaze with pillars of fire soaring up.

“Why…”

Choa couldn’t understand her sacrifice.

She was someone who had lived for so long and tried to return to Daera.

But to give up her life so lightly, even for Cheonbeom!

As she looked at her with an indescribable gaze, Bonghwang replied with her usual refreshing smile.

“A complete death – this is my answer.”

Saying that, Bonghwang turned into sparks with a lighthearted face and disappeared.

Immediately after, a huge energy was condensed.

“Heut!”

Choa groaned, caught in the huge vortex of space as if she was about to be sucked in, and stepped back far away.

It was like a bottomless pit that would swallow anything.

The blue pillars of fire had now disappeared without a trace, and there was nothing left.

It seemed to be saying that it was still not enough, even after swallowing Bonghwang’s energy.

“It’s coming out.”

Soon, a small golden ray of light soared into the sky from Sawol Jehang.

It swelled in size as if expanding, transformed into a meteor, and swam around here and there like a ray of light.

It wasn’t just swimming around; it was smashing the stars of Cheonoecheon indiscriminately, as if to absorb their energy.

Then it stopped and seemed to be looking at one place.

The scorching sun, a sun that shone without end.

Soon, the golden ray of light headed towards the sun, and a huge storm and explosion occurred.

* * *

Somewhere in the Seon Realm [Immortal Realm].

An old man standing blankly on a land made of all kinds of swords gathered in a certain space revealed himself.

The old man’s name was Geomno.

It was Geomno Iltaek.

“One dies, and one appears.”

He muttered, looking at the suddenly brightened sky.

It was clearly the sky at dawn, but as a mysterious golden light burst forth, the whole world was brightly lit.

Geomno Iltaek did not know that it was the light of Seungseon.

“Wolmoja Nyeo chose death. Why did she make such a choice… I can’t understand it.”

Geomno Iltaek clicked his tongue.

The death of an old being stirred a feeling of bitterness in his heart for no reason.

This is because Wonseons do not interact, but their senses are so wide that they can recognize each other’s existence.

Under the wide sky, it would be strange if he couldn’t sense the enormous energy of a Wonseon.

“The new Wonseon is emitting a very unpleasant light….”

Geomno’s eyes narrowed.

The golden light shining on the sky was too dazzling.

“It’s too dazzling for an old man. Isn’t that right? Ah, you’re young, so you wouldn’t know.”

Saying that, he looked back, and there was a woman sitting there.

The woman, staring blankly at the sky with an expressionless face, soon smiled faintly and opened her mouth.

“It’s brilliant.”

“Brilliant… Yes, maybe so. But the light is only temporary. It will soon fade away.”

Then the woman said.

“People live their whole lives with a moment’s memory.”

“Hmm? Hehehe, you’re mistaken. Where are the people here? There are no people. Nowhere.”

In the place where the woman and the old man were standing, only countless broken swords were present.

There was nothing else.

He soon turned away from the dazzling sky and looked at a place where a strong whirlwind was blowing.

A desolate space with only broken swords.

Geomno Iltaek was walking fearlessly through the sand dust, his figure appearing in the distance.

“Ilgeom (一劍) Sanseongeom (山鮮劍) [One Sword, Mountain Immortal Sword].”

The first sword he created was walking relentlessly through the sand dust.

“Where, are you confident?”

Then, the woman next to the old man steps forward silently.

Soon, a sword with a flower petal drawn on it is held in the woman’s grasp.

At the same time, the woman’s figure disappears, and a deafening roar erupts in the air.

Soon, the world shakes, and Geomno watches the scene with satisfaction.

But only for a moment.

Geomno Iltaek looked at the dazzling sky, glared at those who were fighting a life-or-death battle, and looked at them with cold eyes.

“Insufficient.”

The perfect sword he desires.

Cheongeom (天劍) [Heavenly Sword].

“It’s not enough to be called Cheongeom. As expected….”

Geomno Iltaek twisted his lips as he looked at the sky with golden waves.

“San, I still need you.”