Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 542

Tales of Nanshan – Part 2, Chapter 251

Thud, thud.

Whish, crash!!

The land and stone tower floating in the sky slowly crumble.

And beneath it, Cheonbeom, scattering gold dust, descends leisurely.

His calm eyes look down upon the half-man whose arm, leg, and one side of his face are gone.

It was Ilsinhongseong, Ye Dong.

“You confidently made a bet, so I thought you had something up your sleeve, but it seems that wasn’t the case.”

“That’s right… Cough, cough… I’ve become… a laughingstock.”

Ye Dong vomits blood, his bitter smile making him look even more pathetic.

Cheonbeom glances at the arrow lodged in Ye Dong’s chest.

A peculiar arrow.

He tried to overcome the crisis with it but failed.

“You intended to lodge an arrow in your chest and hide between Cheonoe Gong and Cheonnae Gong.”

“…Correct. But it didn’t work. I avoided many crises with this.”

“Foolish. My Yeomyeong [a technique or power] reverses time, space, and Qi [life force or energy].”

Such tricks won’t work.

Cheonbeom clicks his tongue at Ye Dong’s dying appearance.

He didn’t expect the battle to end so futilely.

Clack.

He points the spear at the man’s neck.

“A bet is a bet. Tell me what Geomno’s scheme is, and then you can die.”

At the question, Ye Dong looks up at the sky, chuckling as if lost in thought.

“A key.”

“A key?”

“Why do you think Ageom gathered them in Geonwon Haemok [a specific location or area] and waited?”

“…That’s…”

I know it’s for Daeracheon [a significant place or concept].

It’s just a vague idea.

“Do you know what’s at the end of Geonwon Haemok?”

He acts as if he knows.

“What is it?”

“A door.”

“A door to Daeracheon?”

“Well… Even if we don’t know what it is, it was a door we couldn’t open.”

‘We.’

Whether it’s true or not, it’s quite interesting.

“We decided to call that door Daeracheondo [The Great Lacheon Door].”

“So, you’re saying I’m the key to opening that Daeracheondo door?”

“That’s right.”

“Why me?”

“Because she’s dead.”

‘She?’

Is he talking about Shinwi?

Or….

After pondering, Beom realizes he’s referring to another woman.

“You’re talking about Wolmoja Nyeo [Moon Mother Woman].”

Because she also mastered the law of creation.

She had mastered Samse Samshin [Three Lives, Three Spirits].

“The structure and style of Daeracheondo are connected to our teacher’s divine power during his lifetime. Since we watched it for so long, we knew that the Samse Samshin’s divine power could open it.”

Samse Samshin.

The one who masters it becomes the key.

Daeracheondo.

The key to a path leading to a new sky!

“Daeracheon is different from going from the lower realm to the upper realm.”

A test of the sky? An ordeal?

No.

That is true defiance.

“To break the sky and dominate it. Isn’t that our Suseon [a title or position, possibly ‘Leader’ or ‘Master’]?”

Even if we turn our backs on the sky, we will eventually face it.

“San, when our teacher ascended, do you know why he divided the land into five and spread Geonwonhae [foundational seas]?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because he didn’t want it.”

“You mean us ascending?”

“Yes.”

Whether it’s a punishment or a reward for his disciples.

“San.”

“What?”

“The current upper realm is wrong. The path is blocked.”

We can go up, but we can’t ascend.

The current sky is blocked.

“Our teacher blocked the path. I don’t know why. Whether it’s for us or out of anger towards us. But whatever his intention, we have no choice but to move forward. We have no choice because we are Suseon!! Because we are the ones who always have to strive!!”

There is no one to break through that path.

No, there wasn’t.

“We have been waiting all along. For the one who will become the key to mastering Samse Samshin.”

“Why couldn’t you master it? You could have just mastered it.”

“Kuh, hahaha. How great would it have been if we could have!! San, after you died, we tried to master Samse Samshin, but no one could. Knowing it and not being able to master it… is Samse Samshin, creation, so what can we do!!”

Samse Samshin is not something anyone can master. If it were that easy, why hasn’t anyone mastered it in all this time?

The laws that make up creation are three.

But each of the three laws requires an understanding as vast as the collection of three thousand laws.

It’s no different from understanding the ideals of heaven and earth.

It’s absurd to master three things that require a lifetime of practice and harmonize them.

Samse Samshin.

‘San, just by handling creation like our teacher, you are already….’

Ye Dong stared blankly at the sky with his remaining eye.

Is it because he’s dying?

‘It’s so distant, so frightening.’

That which is not allowed to him.

The sky is only distant.

Nevertheless, even though it is frightening and distant, he wants to ascend.

That is the sky.

“Wolmoja Nyeo also did not perfectly achieve Samse Samshin. She was only half. That’s why she was stuck on the moon and couldn’t come out. It was never a power allowed to her in the first place.”

However.

“But you….”

His deep eyes, as if recalling an old memory, looked at Cheonbeom and projected something else.

It was a very old memory.

The figure of an old teacher, now confused whether it was a dream or a memory.

“You look a lot like our teacher. Indeed… we have been foolish all along. If you had stayed still, you would have broken through Daeracheondo.”

Whew.

He exhales a long dying breath and slowly closes his remaining eye.

“San. End it now.”

“You’re not begging?”

For life.

“What would I do with it?”

Already.

You are here.

“…I understand.”

Crackle, rumble.

Purple lightning flashes, and the Bulcheonbulbyeok’s [a powerful weapon or technique] thunder spear is grasped in Beom’s hand.

A spear with two blades.

In the form of Ssangmyeol [Double Destruction].

The sharp double blades are aimed at Ye Dong’s faint neck.

And then, simply, calmly.

It pierces through.

“Stop it!!”

It was then.

A man appeared, flashing a blue light, and blocked Cheonbeom’s path.

“I’m the one holding the spear, but it’s your voice that’s piercing.”

“……Brother.”

The man, fluttering a blue robe and wearing a sad face.

“It’s been a while, my brother.”

It was Cheongmyeong.

It had been a long time since they had met, but he had become a sturdy young man, retaining his childhood appearance.

Cheonbeom couldn’t possibly not know.

His appearance was exactly like Yujeong, whom he had met in the lower realm.

“Brother. No!”

A face as if in agony.

An expression as if he would cry at any moment.

I know the reason why.

I knew from the beginning.

It was something I did knowing it.

It was something that happened while enduring it, and I had been inwardly anticipating it.

“I know. He’s your teacher, isn’t he?”

“How did you….”

“I can guess why you left Hwanmong [a place or organization] and took on a new teacher without you having to say it. But…”

This is not a place to interfere.

At the silent gaze, Cheongmyeong trembled, but then widened his eyes as if determined.

“Even so, I cannot let my teacher die at your hands!!”

“Why?”

“Because he is my teacher.”

That is not a reason.

“Even if he is the one who killed me, your only brother?”

“!!”

“When I parted ways with you and returned to the water realm, I met Ilsinhongseong Ye Dong and clashed, and I was killed by this man’s arrow at that time. I was resurrected because of the Yoonhoejeolongeong [a resurrection technique or item] I had learned in advance, but if that hadn’t been the case, I would never have met you again.”

Also.

“You must have served the one who killed your brother as your teacher.”

Someday.

If he had learned that fact in the distant future, he would have regretted it.

“Even so, you’re saying I shouldn’t kill him?”

Rumble!!

As if empathizing with Cheonbeom’s emotions, dark clouds cause thunder, and thick raindrops begin to fall.

Then, Cheongmyeong staggered back.

‘Hyangseon [a level of mastery or power], huh.’

Even though he is angry, Cheongmyeong’s realm is clearly visible.

He must have worked hard.

Ye Dong becoming a teacher may have been the will of heaven.

That’s why he was able to reach the realm of Hyangseon in such a short period.

Well done. It’s a great thing.

How could I not be happy?

If this guy wasn’t in front of me, I would have praised him, well done.

I would have patted my only brother’s shoulder with a pleased face.

But.

The sky is originally like that.

As always, it forces intertwined fates and choices.

We must seek answers to questions thrown at us as if our bones are being carved out.

Emotions must be restrained, and reason must be sharpened and straightened.

“….”

Cheonbeom’s cold gaze, erasing emotions, pierces Cheongmyeong.

The cold, dagger-like gaze is not that of a brother, but that of the high-ranking Wonseon Taesa [a high-ranking official or warrior].

Cheongmyeong bites his lip and barely endures.

Then, soon.

Thud.

He knelt down.

“Is that your answer?”

“By sharing blood in a cup, we have become blood brothers.”

“Yes, you are my brother.”

But if that’s all, I can’t help but be disappointed.

He is a smart brother, so he must be preparing his own tricks and acting.

So, if this is all, I, as an older brother, will be very disappointed.

“So, as a brother, I ask you. Please give my teacher some time!”

“Give him time.”

Not to save him, but time.

“I knew it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I knew that my teacher had taken your life once.”

“…….”

Thud. Cheonbeom’s eyes deepened.

Soon, a distant Cheonsalgi [a type of energy or aura] emanating from his entire body covers the surroundings.

“You are my brother.”

“That’s… right.”

“But you serve the one who killed your brother as your teacher. And knowing that, you block your brother’s path?”

Cheongmyeong can’t even open his eyes properly due to the needle-sharp Cheonsalgi.

The skin is torn as if bringing a knife to a taut thread, and blood flows and flesh opens up.

Blood oozes from Cheongmyeong’s mouth, and tears of blood flow from his eyes.

But even so, he does not avoid it and instead raises his voice even louder.

“Of course!! Because my teacher wanted to die by your hands from the beginning!!”

“…What are you talking about?”

“My teacher had a big fight with O Gyeonggyeju [a specific person or title] in Chunggye [a location] and was seriously injured, and he has been recuperating ever since! And in the past, he realized that he had personally killed his friend in that fight and was greatly saddened!”

“…….”

Looking at Ye Dong, he had his eyes closed as if in grief.

“But he was overjoyed to learn that his friend was alive, and he has been waiting for you all along to die on purpose! To compete with his friend one last time and face a death without regrets!”

“…Even if I didn’t know, he killed me. Are you saying I should forgive him because I came back to life? Are you giving such a naive answer?”

“No! So please give me a little time!”

“For what?”

“At least, for the time to tell the story he holds in his heart!”

The words to make him into an arrow were just a provocation.

Thinking about it, it was like that.

It was even futile.

‘There’s still one arrow left.’

Hwadam is holding it, but if I wanted to, I could do something about it.

But he didn’t.

As Cheonbeom withdraws the spear that had turned into Bulcheonbulbyeok, Cheongmyeong moves aside.

“You wanted to die by my hands?”

At the question, he chuckled.

He laughed like that, covered in blood, as if in despair.

“I feel like I’ve been completely stripped bare because of the disciple I got in my old age….”

“Tell me.”

“What does it matter now? I die, and you live. You will go the path I couldn’t go. In the past life and in this life, you will reach the sky. It doesn’t matter to us what the cause and effect is. All the sky wants is the result. San, go forward.”

“Is that all?”

“This is all I have. There is nothing more to say. I was born a man and couldn’t even protect my friend, and I even killed him with my own hands, so what more can I say? End it. If I could atone with death a hundred times over, I would, but my life is ending here, so that’s my only regret.”
A small regret.

Then, he added a word of request.

“Don’t be blinded by revenge. Revenge is just revenge. The path you should take is not revenge but the sky. Don’t forget that and keep moving forward. Like our teacher.”

Beom stared at him for a moment.

He looked up at the sky once.

And closed his eyes.

On the land where not a single breeze blew.

Cheonbeom’s spear trembled silently.

And that day.

One sky of the upper realm set.