Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 552

Nangseon Gihwandam – Part 2, Chapter 261

Crack.

The deep layer of earth, once as still as a calm water surface, shattered like glass from Chung Myung’s arrow, and cracks spread across it.

KWAANG!

With the ground splitting like a spiderweb, the Geomno Iltaek’s formation crumbled, and the Black Jade lost its power.

The formation, created with countless efforts and over a long time, was shattered by Hyangseon’s actions.

“You bastard!”

Enraged, Geomno swung his sword, aiming to kill Chung Myung in a single strike.

But Cheonbeom wouldn’t stand idly by.

Clang!! Whoosh!

A whirlwind raged as Cheonbeom’s sword clashed with Geomno’s.

“Mountain…!”

Creak, creeeaaak!

Sparks flew dazzlingly as the swords collided, locked in a struggle for dominance.

“Instead of worrying about your little brother, shouldn’t you be more concerned about what’s happening around you?”

Startled, Geomno turned his head and saw that all the Black Jade he had created had been destroyed.

“Huh….”

Geomno slowly stepped back, lowering his sword with an emotionless face.

“The scene I envisioned was not like this… how odd.”

All the Wonseon Taesas [Great Ascetics] around him were emitting killing intent.

Geomno chuckled, stroked his beard, and then slowly descended to the ground.

The Wonseons surrounded him in a circle, leaving no way out.

“Chung Myung, you should leave now.”

‘You’ve done a pretty good job with a difficult task,’ Cheonbeom thought. ‘But the battle that will begin now is something that even Hyangseon’s body would find overwhelming to witness.’

“There’s no point in getting caught up in a pointless fight, so it’s best to send him back.”

“Aren’t you being too harsh?” Chung Myung asked, a playful smile on his face as he complained.

Cheonbeom chuckled at the sight.

“Coming into the Geonwon Haemok [a state of enlightenment] means you must have witnessed your own roots.”

‘Yet you still call me Hyungnim [older brother]…’ Cheonbeom was grateful, knowing Chung Myung’s heart.

“Among the memories of my roots, there was a dazzling one. I couldn’t reach it then, but in my previous life, I ended with a slight touch. You are like the sun. Touching you would burn me to ashes.”

‘He seems to mistake the mountain for a tiger,’ Cheonbeom mused.

Perhaps because he saw his roots, his achievements had also increased.

If he gathers enough Cheonji Wonki [Heaven and Earth energy] and challenges Seungseon [Ascended Immortal], reaching Wonseon Taesa might not be impossible.

‘But the timing isn’t good… or rather, could it be an opportunity?’

Some of the Wonseons will die.

“…Stay out of harm’s way. I won’t have the strength to protect you while fighting.”

“It’s frustrating. I still can’t stand shoulder to shoulder with you, Hyungnim.”

“Nonsense. With your help, we broke the main formation of Geomno Iltaek. That freed the Wonseon Taesas from their restraints. You’ve done something that even a fellow Wonseon would find difficult. Be proud of it.”

“…Understood.”

Drrrrr.

“Don’t die.”

Thump.

The door closed, and the moment Chung Myung disappeared, blood spurted out as if on cue.

Chwaaa!

[Kkeuaaaa!]

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Whiriririk, thump!

The heavy object that fell was a giant horn.

[Geomno! You bastard!!]

Whoosh.

Geomno, with his sword behind him, gestured with one hand to those surrounding him.

‘Relaxed.’

Even in this situation, Geomno Iltaek seemed to be enjoying a leisurely time.

‘To cut off Ubaekja’s horn while surrounded….’

He’s not ordinary after all.

Even with the Singeom Hapil formation broken and the Wonseons’ offensive, he still didn’t have a single scratch.

Geomno slowly turned and went to where Ubaekja’s horn had been cut off, then stabbed it deeply.

The hard horn of Ubaekja distorted as if it were tofu, and in an instant, it transformed into a sword.

The faces of the Wonseons changed.

Changing appearance temporarily is possible with anything.

But that’s only temporary.

It’s not the real thing.

‘But it became a complete sword.’

As expected of a guy who dedicated his whole life to the sword… to think he would cut off an enemy’s horn and make a sword.

The perfection of it is also flawless.

The energy of Ubaekja contained in the horn was contained without scattering a single point.

“Not a very good sword. It still needs a bit more flesh.”

He casually swung the sword made from Ubaekja’s horn and gave it a harsh review.

Ubaekja’s face distorted.

“This bastard….”

It was then.

Thump.

Srrrr.

From the end of the lowered staff, the surrounding scenery began to change.

It was Mangakbyeonwang [King of Myriad Illusions].

At the same time, several Wonseons were forming hand seals or taking out various magical artifacts, preparing for battle with Geomno.

“Life is full of surprises….”

“Indeed. Who would have thought that Geomno Iltaek would meet such a miserable end?”

“That’s right, that’s right. Why wouldn’t it be? Who would have known that a leading figure in the Suseon [Cultivation] world would end up like this, making a spectacle of himself. The world is truly… that’s why the fate of the heavens is so frightening. Even if we peek into and reveal the secrets of the heavens, our fate is ultimately in the palm of its hand.”

“Geomno Iltaek, your arrogance has ultimately led to this. Even Geomno Iltaek, who can be said to represent the Suseon world, is meeting his death like this; even a passing dog would laugh.”

Geomno chuckled at the murderous death sentence.

“You’re already talking as if it’s all over, which is quite embarrassing for someone holding a sword. You can say those words after you’ve cut off my head… but that also requires ability.”

“Are your eyes full of holes? Don’t you know how many Wonseons here want to kill you?”

Seven.

A whopping seven.

Seven Wonseon Taesas who have reached the pinnacle of the heavens.

It’s safe to say that the entire world is aiming for Geomno Iltaek’s head.

‘And yet he doesn’t waver….’

Cheonbeom’s eyes narrowed slowly.

He’s the one who cut off Ubaekja’s horn even while surrounded.

The slightest carelessness is a direct path to death.

No matter how many there are, they must be extremely careful.

“Is it starting….”

The scenery of Geonwon Haemok disappeared, and now the surroundings were filled with brilliant seven-colored clouds.

‘Mangakbyeonwang’s power.’

His daughter, Hwayang, had also surprised Cheonbeom with her unique illusionary realm and illusion techniques.

How great would the illusion techniques of her father, Mangakbyeonwang, be?

He couldn’t help but be a little excited.

He had exchanged blows with him, but he had never seen him fully unleash his power.

“You’re not going to lend a hand?”

It was Jiranwi.

He had approached and was watching the seven-colored clouds that Mangakbyeonwang was creating.

Apart from him, others also showed their faces, looking at one place with icy gazes.

Geomno Iltaek was there.

But Cheonbeom did not move.

“I can’t be careless. Besides, while you guys were sitting still, I was struggling quite a bit on my own.”

He’s going to watch for a while.

He couldn’t judge how strong Geomno was yet.

“Is that so.”

“Is there something you need?”

“No, there isn’t. I was just a little curious about your existence.”

Curious?

Beom’s brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it literally. I didn’t expect to receive your help.”

“Is that so.”

“But I won’t thank you. You also owe me one.”

A debt.

The only thing that could be called a debt between Jiranwi and Cheonbeom was one thing.

Woncheongang [Source of Primordial Energy]. The Woncheongang that Tamhwa had swallowed in Geumhwan Seonhyang [Golden Ring Immortal Scent].

Cheonbeom’s eyes changed.

“You knew?”

“How could I not? How could I not know that a being from the lower realm took the Woncheongang I had prepared while preparing for the Cheongeop [Great Undertaking]?”

That was also true.

Losing the Woncheongang that even a Wonseon Taesa had collected for tens of thousands of years was a painful reality.

It would be strange to stay still after losing the Woncheongang that he had collected for the Cheongeop.

Besides, even if it was the lower realm, it would have been possible to reach out if he had made up his mind.

Even after that.

“There must have been opportunities.”

When Beom had not been Seungseon for long.

He had encountered him.

But even then, Jiranwi did nothing.

“At first, it was curiosity. Later, the timing was not right. There was also interference from the black thing. That’s all. But now, it has become a blessing.”

Swish.

Cheonbeom’s eyebrow twitched as Jiranwi disappeared.

“…I don’t know if he came to say thank you or what.”

As he was muttering to himself, a familiar face approached.

“You’ve worked hard.”

It was Cheonoe Yanggun [Heavenly Outer Guardian].

“If my father-in-law dies, my wife will be sad. So I used a little strength.”

“I could have gotten out of it on my own without you doing that.”

“How can you lie without changing your expression?”

“I’m a man who has never lied in my life, unlike you.”

“Tch.”

Cheonoe Yanggun chuckled and patted Beom’s shoulder.

It was then.

Cheonbeom’s pupils dilated, and he caught a glimpse of a miracle within the seven-colored clouds.

“Mangakbyeonwang’s Chilsaek Byeonun [Seven-Colored Shifting Clouds]. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such divine energy.”

“Do you know about it?”

“Those who know, know. It’s famous.”

“I don’t know about it.”

“Is that so… most of the guys who knew are dead, so it seems it hasn’t been widely known.”

Cheonoe Yanggun showed an annoying smile, saying that he knew.

“Explain it.”

And so he explained.

Mangakbyeonwang’s Chilsaek Byeonun (七色變雲) was none other than a divine power that created seven illusions identical to the opponent.

“Within the Chilsaek Byeonun, any being will encounter illusions that look exactly like themselves. All seven illusions have the same power and intelligence as themselves. But their characteristics are slightly different, making them very difficult to deal with and difficult to break through.”

But the most difficult aspect of Chilsaek Byeonun is…

“You can’t escape.”

If Geomno Iltaek had spent his whole life with the sword, Mangakbyeonwang was Hwan (幻) [Illusion].

A master of illusion techniques.

The essence of all his illusionary realms, illusion techniques, illusions, fantasies, and other magic was the Chilsaek Byeonun he had created.

“No matter how much of a Geomno Iltaek he is, it won’t be easy to overcome this situation.”

Moreover, lurking around are none other than seven Wonseon Taesas.

With the Chilsaek Byeonun and their attacks continuing in succession, how easy would it be to survive?

“If that guy dies….”

“Are you going to strike?”

“I have to. It’s been a long-cherished wish.”

Cheonoe Yanggun still had vivid memories of the time he received Moegeop [Trial of Tribulation].

It would be impossible for him to go to Daeracheondo [Great Freedom Heaven] on good terms while ignoring those memories.

For those who cultivate, grudges are like shackles that bind them.

Startled.

“But I don’t think it’s time to think about that yet.”

Saaaa.

A strange wave of energy and a faint scream tickled his ears.

‘The smell of blood.’

Whooooooosh!

A storm raged.

The clouds cleared.

What was visible was Mangakbyeonwang falling from the sky, pierced by a sword.