Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 512

Tales of a Wandering Swordsman – Part 2, Chapter 221

‘Is there an end?’

It repeated countless times.

No matter how many times it ended, it started anew.

Some days were ordinary afternoons, and others were battlefields filled with bloodshed.

On some days, she received teachings from her master, and on others, they played pranks together.

Everywhere, Shinwi was with San, and eventually, the end always awakened her.

It showed her happy moments, only to plunge her into the abyss at the end.

Each time, Shinwi cried out in agony and tore everything apart.

“Hwaaaaaaaah!!”

She took out her geomungo [a traditional Korean zither] and unleashed her power in all directions.

The surrounding area was blown away with tremendous destructive force, but after a moment, the peaceful scenery returned, and the mountain she longed for approached.

Once, twice, and as it passed dozens of times, her mind became hazy, and her anger subsided.

“Again….”

It starts again.

The scenery and beings that reappear even after being killed and killed were, in a way, scary and frightening, but San could never be that to her.

Every time she saw him, she was glad and affectionate.

But at the same time, her memories became increasingly scattered.

Again and again.

It repeats countless times.

The more it happened, the more her memories became vague and hazy.

It repeats hundreds, thousands, and even tens of thousands of times. The frequency with which Shinwi regained her sanity decreased.

“San, San….”

She longed for San, calling out to him, wanting only to reach his embrace.

As if that place was her home.

Her mind, gradually sinking below the surface with a pile of stones tied to her toes,

did not think of rising.

Thud.

The sound of a book closing was heard, and from afar, the doll of a man hidden in the darkness emerged.

“Is it over now?”

Sitting on a rock, Cheonbeom closed the thick book and looked at Shinwi, who was smiling vacantly with emotionless eyes.

“It’s good to see you smiling. Is it because I gave you what you wanted so many times?”

It had been a long time since her soul and body had been separated, and Shinwi, visible to the eyes of the tiger, was only a soul left alone.

Although she had lost her body, Wonseon’s [a being who has achieved enlightenment and transcendence] soul was strong and maintained the form of the body on its own. So, her current appearance was Shinwi’s form, not Hori’s.

“It took longer than I thought.”

But now, it’s time to end it.

Cheonbeom pondered a lot.

He noticed that Hori’s was mixed in with Shinwi’s soul, but it was not enough to separate what had already become one.

The same is true of creating a powerful illusion world with the law of creation.

He did this complicated thing because he had hoped that he could separate Hori from her soul.

If only the soul was intact, he might be able to revive her.

But….

‘I should give up.’

The only thing he could do was to separate the soul and the body.

Anything more than that is difficult.

Wonseon’s soul is not incomplete. One of the conditions for becoming a Wonseon is to achieve the completeness of the soul.

Collecting the fragmented Hori mixed in her soul is difficult for anyone in the Upper Realm.

‘Even a Daera Divine Immortal [a high-ranking celestial being] would have a hard time.’

There is no hope.

Looking at Shinwi with bitter eyes, he had no choice but to give up.

“You eat this.”

Soon, he took out a greatsword from his chest and threw it, and it plunged into Shinwi’s body!

Cheonbeom’s Nine Ringed Sword.

It was a Rakshasa [a demon or goblin].

The Rakshasa, stuck in the middle of Shinwi’s soul, greedily sucked her soul.

With a blank face, she looked at the appearance of the mountain created with the power of the Three Gods and Three Souls and the Four Months Sacrifice, then turned her head and looked at Beom.

Beom also did not avoid her last moment, and the two looked into each other’s eyes and faced the end without saying a word.

“A peaceful death is a luxury for you.”

Mixed with various evil spirits inside the Rakshasa, she will live as a ghost who eats and is eaten, not knowing who she is, begging for death.

That is the punishment he gives to Shinwi.

After a while.

Shinwi completely disappeared, and Cheonbeom saw Hori’s body.

It was just an empty shell without a soul, but it was definitely Hori’s.

A body without an owner.

Beom watched it quietly, then took out a small ring from his chest.

A long time ago.

When she was in the Lower Realm, it was a ring that Hori gave to Beom as a gift.

A steel ring made with her divine power.

It is a rough ring made of black iron sand.

It was crude, but it contained her divine power, and only after becoming a Wonseon did he realize the power of this ring.

Her divine power had been gathered and solidified for a long time to give it to him.

Inside, there was even a small part of her divided soul.

It was too embarrassing to call it a divided soul; it should be called her trace.

‘You fool.’

But thanks to that, there was a glimmer of possibility. Beom sighed as he put the iron ring on the body’s hand.

“Can I revive you with this?”

There is no certainty.

But there was a possibility.

Even if she is revived, she will not be the original her, but it is too painful if I don’t do this.

San is not Cheonbeom.

Lin is also not a woman involved with him.

But Hori is different.

Even if Hori is Lin, Hori is a friend who made memories with him.

How can he stand still when such a friend… disappeared so miserably?

Cheonbeom, of all people, could not just commemorate her death.

No more, someone’s death….

‘I don’t want to commemorate it.’

Sreureureuk.

The golden celestial flowers around him subsided, and the appearance of Geonwonhae was reflected in Cheonbeom’s vision again.

The man who was waiting for him.

It was Yoojeong.

“Is it over?”

Beom looked at Yoojeong, who was covered in rags, and nodded.

Unlike before, his appearance was a little blurry and transparent.

His existence was as precarious as a lamp before the wind, but his expression was unusually calm.

“Is it because I handed over the Four Months Sacrifice to you?”

“The reason I can be here is also because of that, so of course it would be.”

The reason why he was able to create and maintain such a great illusion world was thanks to the Four Months Sacrifice that Yoojeong had given him.

His Four Months Sacrifice was also fading away. It seemed to be because most of the power had been exhausted.

“Are you going back?”

“I have to go back. It’s a world where nothing is left… but that’s my place.”

It is not just disappearing, but returning to the original time.

Cheonbeom felt a mixture of relief and regret.

“Is that so.”

He replied as if he were calm, but a great regret weighed on his heart.

The guy who sacrificed so much for him is that guy.

How could that be possible?

‘I killed you once.’

But he didn’t say that feeling out loud.

Yoojeong’s body disappeared even more faintly, and a small starlight twinkled softly.

Beom stared at him intently and opened his mouth.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

Cheonbeom and Yoojeong.

They are truly connected by a mysterious relationship.

Yoojeong quietly looked at Beom and made a request.

“I have a request. I think it would be polite to grant that much for my hard work.”

He could have just asked.

Seeing him adding justification, Yoojeong is Yoojeong.

“What is it?”

“He will be in the Insect Realm now.”

Insect Realm?

“Who are you talking about?”

“My teacher. Help my teacher. He will probably be someone who has a deep connection with you.”

Someone with a deep connection.

‘Come to think of it, Shinwi also said that she fought with someone in the Insect Realm.’

If he is a person of Wonseon level, Cheonbeom cannot not know him.

“Who is it?”

He asked.

“Ilsinhongseong.”

“….”

“It’s Ilsinhongseong Yedong.”

* * *

Somewhere in the Upper Realm.

The old man sitting alone on the cliff clicked his tongue as he looked at the lost light far away on the ridge.

“Tsk tsk, if you harbor such trivial emotions, you will meet such an unsightly end.”

The light, like the sun rising far away, disappeared into the fog.

At the same time, one of the few powerful energies in the Upper Realm disappeared, so there was no one who did not know what that meant.

“Shinwi… you foolish woman. I told you that if you are swayed by personal feelings, the end will not be good. Didn’t you realize it even after seeing the end of San?”

The old man with snow-white hair and beard and a somewhat thin figure.

Geomno Iltaek clicked his tongue repeatedly as he watched the scene of her disappearance.

They had not interacted since that day, but they were aware of each other’s existence.

He felt that her condition had been a little strange since she was hit by the endless rain, but… to meet such an end.

As someone who had existed together for a long time, regret was painted on Geomno’s face.

Ssuk.

He took out a small comb that he had carefully put in his chest.

A small comb made of jade.

It is crude, but the embedded patterns are also beautiful and radiant.

It was a comb that a woman could use.

It was a comb that went well with her hair color.

Deep regret settled between the wrinkles on Geomno’s face.

“It’s useless now.”

Swish.

The jade comb falling below the cliff is swallowed into the crashing waves.

Like her existence that has now disappeared, the jade comb also disappears.

When he closed his eyes for a moment.

The raging sea breeze, like a heart full of emotions, blew fiercely.

Geomno Iltaek’s hair and beard swayed precariously in the wind, but that was only for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, the fiercely blowing wind stopped as if it had never happened, and the waves were calm.

“Yes… it’s a trivial emotion.”

Geomno repeatedly spat out the words trivial emotion as if he were repeating them to himself, and looked at the ridge far away.

After a while.

His face was filled with interest rather than bitter and gloomy emotions.

It was a different face than before, as if he had already forgotten her death.

“A sword becomes purer and stronger the more it is hammered.”

The corners of Geomno Iltaek’s mouth twisted, revealing a crude smile.

“Shinwi, my sword will shine more brilliantly because of you. I will prove that your death was not in vain.”

Geomno’s hand.

At the end of his gaze was a sword shining brilliantly.

“The Celestial Sword will soon be completed! Hahaha!!”

Kwaaaaa.

On the cliff where the waves crashed, only Geomno Iltaek’s wild laughter echoed widely.