Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 554

His Lingering Attachment

Nangseon’s Adventures – Part 2, Episode 263

“Will this be sufficient?”

Thud.

Having once again seated himself on the jade throne he created, Cheonbeom stared blankly with unfocused golden eyes at Geomno Iltaek, who stood motionless.

His body was here, but his soul seemed to be elsewhere, unmoving.

Cheonbeom’s Byeokgongbu [a powerful, soul-manipulating technique] was like that.

One who ascends the thirteen thousand three hundred and fifty-six steps is affected by time, space, and qi [spiritual energy].

Due to this, the body remains while the spirit regresses to the first step.

From there, one step at a time.

They would have to climb again.

Experiencing newly unfolded worlds, hells, with each step.

“It’s the best I can do. From the start, no one else could have stabbed him and done anything more.”

At his subtly blaming gaze, Ran, who was beside him, glanced away.

“You’re exaggerating.”

Due to some unexpected events and the need to maintain Taehwamandeung-Gyeomse [a complex formation or spell], he didn’t have much leeway.

The divine power remaining in his body was also slowly running out.

‘When I was stabbed by Ran’s sword….’

He was also struck by that bastard’s sorcery.

Ran didn’t seem to know, but it seemed that he had tampered with something beforehand.

Like a poison, it was slowly spreading through Cheonbeom’s body, hindering the circulation of qi and the coagulation of divine power.

The wound wouldn’t heal.

Perhaps that bastard’s bizarre sorcery, which turns existence into a sword, was also latent within Cheonbeom’s body.

“I went to quite the extreme to save a nagging woman.”

“Who told you to save her?”

Feeling somewhat guilty, she twisted her hair and then unsheathed her sword, looking at Geomno’s motionless body.

“Why don’t we just kill him now?”

“How wonderful would that be if it were possible.”

“Is there anything that can’t be done?”

“You know Geomno Iltaek’s strength better than I do.”

He couldn’t show any difficulty in front of Geomno, so he acted nonchalant.

It was a precarious spell he had cast.

The moment something happens to the body….

‘He’ll notice the flaw and break free.’

The moment the sword cuts his neck.

The countless hells devised by Cheonbeom would return to nothing.

“The space created by Taehwamandeung-Gyeomse signifies the world to be shown to him once again. But a world is, literally, a world. We are all bound to break out of the world, the space that oppresses us. It’s instinct.”

Like emerging from the mother’s womb.

We all break out of our own world at the moment of birth.

“Explain it simply.”

“It unravels if you touch it.”

Like a tightly filled bud.

It would burst with a pop if touched.

“The future version of him that I saw does not exist. But I can’t watch him fade away so easily.”

“What do you mean?”

“I won’t be satisfied if he dies easily.”

Besides.

‘He’s not someone who will die easily.’

There’s a reason why he was called the longest-enduring Wonseon [a title for a powerful cultivator].

His laws and sorcery were a given, and his mental strength would be unmatched.

“First, wait. We don’t know what will happen on their end either.”

Geomno was held in place.

All that remained was for them to quickly deal with Woobaekja and Jiranwi.

“Are you worried?”

“I can’t say I’m not. I’m worried about the Cheonoe Yanggun [a powerful warrior], even if not about the others.”

But even that.

“It’s a destiny he must bear.”

He couldn’t interfere.

* * *

Whoosh.

The crimson flames, like blood blooming, turned the surroundings into a sea of fire, as if determined not to let go of their target.

“It’s a place the son-in-law made for me, so it couldn’t be better. Isn’t that so, Jiranwi?”

Within the fiercely burning sea of fire were two men.

Cheonoe Yanggun and Jiranwi.

“It’s not bad.”

At Jiranwi’s reply, Cheonoe Yanggun was briefly surprised before raising the corners of his lips.

“Your mouth hasn’t been dominated yet.”

He should have become Geomno Iltaek’s sword. The bizarre sword hilt created on his back was proof of that, more than anything else.

Clear proof.

“I know I’ve become his sword. To be honest, I can hardly believe it.”

“What does that mean?”

“My mind is perfectly fine. But my loyalty to Geomno is surprisingly strong.”

That was what was strange.

He was in a position to receive orders as his sword, but his mind was clearer and sharper than ever.

Jiranwi was showing firsthand just how terrifying Geomno’s sorcery was.

“Even better.”

But all of that was even better for Cheonoe Yanggun.

“If you were simply a mindless living corpse, my long-cherished wish would have become a dull affair, like a conviction without faith.”

He wouldn’t interfere with anything else.

“Revenge burns in my heart, and you, who inflicted that day’s humiliation, are before me. What else could be a problem?! Come out now, and let’s decide life and death with this Cheonoe Yanggun. Time has passed to judge each other’s rights and wrongs, and under the law of the strong in the world of cultivators, the only sin that exists is…!!”

Only a weak sin.

“Now is the time to discern the true sinner.”

Brushing back his long hair as if in disbelief, Jiranwi looked at Cheonoe Yanggun with elongated pupils.

A sneer was also on his lips.

“You still hold that day in your heart?”

As if it was just that.

His lips, full of laughter, also held contempt for him.

“In the long history of cultivation, I have never experienced greater humiliation and mockery. How could I forget it!!”

“Yes, of course. A cultivator must not forget grudges… Of course, it’s neither a debt nor a grudge to me, so I forgot it a long time ago.”

At Jiranwi’s nonchalant attitude, Cheonoe Yanggun became calmer, like a serene lake, rather than more enraged.

“I should thank the son-in-law.”

“For what?”

“For creating the moment to tear you apart and kill you. I would gladly give him my life.”

“What are you talking about….”

It was then.

Boom!!

Flames exploded where Cheonoe Yanggun had been, and in an instant, his murderous eyes were before Jiranwi.

“To kill you, and for his victory, I am willing to risk my life.”

I will kill you at the risk of my life.

And I will burn all those who try to harm him, risking my life.

“I will destroy you by burning my life.”

My long-cherished wish.

* * *

Drip, drip.

“One step is one world….”

What an interesting spell.

Blood dripping from the sword in his hand wets the ground.

The blood wetting the ground becomes a puddle, and it flows down like water along a valley, gathering into one.

Splash, splash.

The sound of Geomno’s footsteps walking through the blood-filled pond is heard dispassionately.

“I thought I had cut it off long ago.”

When he swung his sword, still-warm blood splattered on his face, and the corpse crumbled.

But even so, they keep coming.

The corpses form a mountain, and he keeps climbing over them, but the end is not in sight.

“I wondered what Byeokgongbu was, and it was this.”

The sky he looked up at was always blue.

The only thing that wasn’t as blue as the sky was his heart, unable to achieve its purpose.

“It’s an obvious illusion. Do you think you can do anything to me with this? Mountain.”

Slash.

The swung sword cuts flesh and bone.

The sensation isn’t bad.

“Even with a thousand, ten thousand swings, the sensation of the sword touching is vastly different. I can feel it. You said there were thirteen thousand three hundred and fifty-six steps. I can feel that there aren’t many steps left. The hell you created is no different to me than the life I’ve lived.”

No matter what hell it is, Geomno Iltaek only needs to cut through it.

Cutting people.

Cutting beasts.

Cutting trees.

Cutting pain.

Cutting emotions.

That was enough for him.

“Even the Three Realms and Three Gods are nothing much, I’m truly disappointed. Are you listening, Mountain!! When I get out, I’ll cut you down like this too! Hahahaha!!”

His memories.

“Father, Mother. Why do you keep coming back to bother me? If you truly think of your son, return to the earth without regret.”

Faintly remaining parents.

Memories of family. Even if he brings them up, they are just regrets he has already cut off.

Even if they die, even if they die by his own hand, he doesn’t waver even a bit.

It’s just the natural order.

Beings who will return to the natural order and live within the cycle of reincarnation.

Like the countless lives under the sky that live because they were born, they are just beings that bloom and wither like flowers.

They are just that.

“Even if the corpses of my parents formed a mountain and blood formed a river, did you think I would even blink an eye?”

Nonsense.

Even if he used different scenery, different relationships, different harmony, Geomno couldn’t be stopped.

He cuts everything down and only moves forward.

No matter what comes, he cut it down.

He cut and cut again.

For a hundred years. For a thousand years, he cut and cut.

For a long time, but isn’t that also a fleeting memory?

“If you have an unwavering conviction, whether it’s a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, it’s all just a fleeting moment.”

What use is the passage of time to him, what use are painful wounds?

“Mountain. Do you know why I’m not cutting down your sorcery?”

No answer is heard.

But Geomno Iltaek smiled.

“It’s to truly win against you. I will fully accept and unravel your sorcery. Pour out everything you have. I will cut down everything, and I will cover my past mistakes with victory.”

And at the moment he swung his sword again.

“Ageom? What a stupid name.”

She appeared.

Pause.

“……This.”

Slash. He cut down the woman who appeared a beat too late.

But when he opened his eyelids again.

The desolate landscape was already similar to the old days he missed.

And.

“What are you looking at? You dirty bastard.”

A child rebuked him.

Very naturally, with that face he missed so much that it would appear in his dreams.

“…Sinwi.”

“Don’t call my name.”

Childhood Sinwi was there.

Click.

“What’s that sword for? Are you going to cut me?”

“…That’s right.”

Slash!!

He cuts off Sinwi’s neck in one go.

Her young head was cut off in one go and rolled on the floor.

“…….”

But Geomno’s face was uneasy.

He cut off her neck, but she reappeared, staring at him.

“Don’t stare, you ugly bastard.”

“Shut up!!”

Slash!

He cuts off her head once more.

But she disappears and reappears in her beautiful form.

Sitting on a strangely bent pine tree, she is twisting grass stalks to make something.

Just as he was about to swing his sword again to cut her down.

Sinwi’s hair became frizzy as if struck by lightning.

“Ah, it’s a failure… Why is my hair like this again. What are you looking at! Is there something to see!?”

She nervously trims her hair with her hands and gets angry for no reason.

“Why aren’t you gone yet? Go away!”

The hand holding the sword is raised above the sky once more.

Cut it down.

Cut it.

It echoes in his head, but the image of Sinwi looking at him with clear eyes is vivid even when he closes his eyes.

‘Kill her.’

Flash.

His eyes open and his sword is brought down.

At the moment he was about to cut Sinwi’s slender neck.

“Ageom.”

His name flowed from Sinwi’s mouth.

Flinch.

The sword stopped at her neck, and soon Geomno transformed from an old man to a child.

No.

Ageom’s form appears.

“Sinwi….”

For twelve thousand and thirty-five years.

The sword that had never wavered even once.

The hand holding that sword began to tremble violently.

* * *

Swish.

In Cheonbeom’s golden eyes that opened their eyelids, a faint light returned, and his mouth opened.

“Was that it.”

His lingering attachment that remained like a speck of dust, even after cutting and cutting it down.

But that.

“Will hold you back.”

Call Of The Spear [EN]

Call Of The Spear [EN]

Tale of the Floating Sages Call of the Spear Cystic Story Die Chroniken des Berggottes Fantastic Story of Nangseon L'Épopée du Dieu de la Montagne La historia de la reencarnación del tigre Lang Xian Fantasy Talk Lãng Tiên Kỳ Đàm Nangseon Story Story of Thorny Spear The Story Of The Reincarnation Of The Tiger The Story of Thorny Spear История перерождения в тигра Причудливая история о горном небожителе ตำนานผู้บำเพ็ญเพียรพเนจร 浪仙奇幻談 浪仙奇幻谈 낭선기환담
Status: Completed Author: Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] In the heart of Baek Mountain, Sangun, the revered tiger lord, lived a life of serene solitude. But destiny, as it often does, had other plans. A vision in white hair, a young girl named Choa, arrives at his doorstep, proclaiming herself his bride. Sangun's world is instantly upended. He recognizes her lineage – the White-blooded Demon Beast, a creature of terrifying power and whispered nightmares. He knows he should send her away, protect himself and his domain from the chaos she embodies. But beneath her ethereal beauty, he sees a vulnerability, a soul adrift with nowhere else to turn. Against his better judgment, he takes her in, unaware that this act of compassion will unravel his peaceful existence and plunge him into a whirlwind of trials, tribulations, and a destiny far grander than he ever imagined. Prepare to be captivated by a tale of ancient spirits, forbidden love, and the awakening of a power that could save the world... or destroy it.

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