Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 586

295. Special Side Story 12

Guieom Naraksha.

Originally, she was a woman who came to dwell within a Great Dao formed from a collection of all sorts of eerie things.

Over countless years, she made it her own, eventually taming the evil spirits dwelling within the Dao and wearing them as her own clothes.

Abandoning her name from her mortal life, she accepted the fate of a weapon.

A death sword (死刀) [a sword embodying death and destruction] that had become even more ominous by devouring all the sinister things under the shadow of the Unsurpassed Great Demon and his formidable power.

It awakened in the high heavens of Daeracheon.

[Hehe, the most sinister of the two swords that Geumcheon possesses. You guys better start begging for your lives, because it’s not going to do you any good!! Keuheok! Keulleok!]

He was practically dying, but he seemed so excited.

Guyeong, even as he spewed frothing blood, continuously coughed and expressed his delight.

It was no longer a Great Dao, but a sword of moderate size, yet the wicked murderous intent and ominous energy it possessed had risen to an immeasurable degree.

In addition to that, Guieom Naraksha, slightly imbued with Cheonbeom’s blood, was surging with a terrifying force that seemed to tear and devour space.

All he had to do was release this beast-like entity from his hand.

“I do have some questions for you. So, I was going to spare one of you… but it seems that might be quite difficult.”

Judging by Naraksha’s condition, it seemed difficult to spare even one of them.

“Well, there’s no real need to spare anyone. You made my companion like that, so what good would it do? If you disappear, others will just appear.”

“Such insolence….”

Clearly, they had the numbers.

But before this confident man, the superiority in numbers was meaningless.

What on earth was he?

When they were facing Guyeong, the minds of the Jecheon Okseon were solely focused on completing their mission.

But not now.

“……”

“……”

All that came to mind was survival, or fear. In this situation where they were overwhelmed in an instant, only the musty smoke rising like cigarette smoke filled their minds.

Extremely primal emotions and thoughts, only those spread out desolately.

‘What on earth is that sword that seems to show the mud of the lowest depths?’

Was it said that the more extreme something is, the more pure it becomes?

Extreme light is blinding, and nothing can be seen.

The same goes for extreme darkness.

Therefore, the energy emitted by that sword called Naraksha was the same.

They knew it emitted eerie energy, but they could not see its end.

What settled within the ghostly aura that had spread in an instant was not some trivial ghost, but a terribly dark abyss.

The abyss at the end.

The Okseon felt it so.

“You said you were sent by the Daera Sangje [Great Emperor of Daera]. Let’s see what your level is.”

Kugugung.

The man who had been emitting brilliant light until just now was now sitting on a chair made of darkness, wearing pitch-black armor, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand, as if to see what they would do.

That appearance was like:

‘Isn’t he like one of the Myungwangs [Kings of the Underworld] who rule the Myungdocheon [Underworld Realm], the darkest and lowest of the Three Heavens?’

However, the thoughts of the Jecheon Okseon could not continue for long. The moment a sweet smell tickled their noses.

“This is bad! We must not scatter! First, gather together… Heup!!”

Kaang!

A red spear flew towards the Jecheon Okseon who warned of the danger.

“No, Woobyeong! What are you doing!”

The Jecheon Okseon, who blocked Woobyeong’s red spear as if dumbfounded, could not suppress the indignation boiling in his heart.

“If you hadn’t blocked my path back then! Oknyeo would still be by my side now!!”

“Oknyeo? What on earth are you talking about….”

What on earth was that sound?

Oknyeo, what was that?

For the first time in his life, a faint afterimage-like memory permeated the Okseon’s mind.

Woobyeong and Oknyeo, and his relationship.

Oknyeo surrounded by a thousand troops and horses, and himself unable to do anything but watch.

And himself, powerless, stopping Woobyeong from running out, and Oknyeo dying with false charges.

A memory that was neither his nor hers permeated his mind in a jumbled mess.

‘What is this….’

A memory that should not exist in the first place envelops his entire body, and emotions as calm as cold stones surge like an erupting volcano.

Even though he knows it is not his, he cannot control his emotions.

His twin swords also appear in response to Woobyeong’s red spear.

Kaang!!

“It’s all your fault!”

“No, Oknyeo’s death is your fault!”

Around the Okseon, who suddenly burst into anger and began to fight, a woman’s laughter began to be heard.

However, the Jecheon Okseon did not hear such things.

“We’ve been hit by sinister divine power. It’s truly a vicious illusion.”

“You’re the vicious one!”

“Didn’t you take my fleet! I’ll repay the grudge from then now!”

Kaang! Chang!!

Kideuk kideuk.

In the pitch-black abyss, there was a woman who was happily laughing as she watched the Okseon fighting each other.

“Are you that happy?”

“Yes, more than anything!”

The woman who spread her arms wide and smiled like a flower blooming in the abyss, the one who created this abyss, Guieom Naraksha fluttered like a butterfly and leaned her head against Cheonbeom’s feet, sitting askew on the throne.

“There’s no need to fight so hard. The most interesting thing in the world is watching a fire, and if that fire takes care of the situation on its own, there’s nothing better, right?”

“That’s true.”

If they could defeat their enemies without wasting energy, why would they need to be picky about what it was?

If they created a lie and made it look like the truth, would there be any need to distinguish between truth and falsehood?

If her sinister divine power was mixed with Cheonbeom’s law of creation, even things that didn’t exist would be turned into the truth.

Before them, the truth loses its light.

“Won’t you praise me?”

At Naraksha’s request, who was smiling seductively under Cheonbeom’s legs like a cat, he reached out and twisted her neck.

Sareureuk.

Naraksha, who disappeared into the ghostly aura, reappears behind Cheonbeom and hugs him.

“You’re too much. My neck isn’t a common flower that’s scattered on the streets.”

“It is a poisonous weed that shouldn’t be kept.”

“Hehe… but even poisonous weeds can be used as medicine if used well, right?”

“The noise hasn’t changed.”

Soon, the sword stuck in Cheonbeom’s waist suddenly popped out, and Naraksha’s eyebrows narrowed as she stepped back.

A sword that was as elegant as a flower and as clear and strong as if it had drawn in clear tones transformed into the form of a woman.

“I wondered where the smell of rotting corpses was coming from, but you were talking to such insignificant things again.”

“It’s been a while, sister.”

Hwaran shuddered at Naraksha’s voice, which pretended to be friendly.

“Who is your sister? I have no memory of having a leech-like girl like you as a younger sister.”

“A leech? You’re too much, sister.”

She frowned as if she were looking at a lump of filth at Naraksha’s appearance, which made her look sadly hurt.

“Your existence is too much. San-gun, how long are you going to keep that kind of girl under you? No matter how much men see anything with a skirt as a woman… what that girl is wearing is not a skirt but a rag.”

“Oh my, a rag. Those aren’t words that should come out of my noble sister’s mouth. Your dignity is falling?”

“I decide my own dignity. It’s not something you should worry about. And the moment I’m talking to someone like you right now is the moment my dignity is falling even more.”

Then, Naraksha burst into tears as if she didn’t know what to do because she was so sad, and hugged Cheonbeom.

“San-gun is the biggest problem. If that kind of thing runs at you, you should immediately slap her butt and kick her out! Slap her cheek and kick her out!”

“She likes it more when I hit her.”

“…Something like a thunderbolt.”

Hwaran’s spirit seemed to be half-broken as if she had lost her words at Naraksha’s behavior.

“Don’t call me when there’s something hideous like that.”

“Ran, you came out, so why are you telling me not to call you?”

“Hmph! You incompetent person!”

Then, she turned back into a sword and entered the scabbard.

Cheonbeom shook his head, trying to say where there was anything similar to a person here.

It seemed like the situation was slowly being resolved now.

“Is it over now?”

“Yes, they are the dead who have been cut off from the truth that does not exist and have taken what does not exist.”

The Jecheon Okseon had been fighting each other for a long time and were covered in blood.

They had suffered irreparable wounds, but their faces were expressionless, and an abyss was in their pupils as if they had lost their reason.

Now, they would be swept away by Naraksha’s skirt and seep into her darkness, losing even their form.

“Do you have any questions? Unlike before, my power is gradually increasing… If it’s not now, you won’t even be able to hear Geumcheon’s words.”

Ignoring Naraksha, who was leaning on him and speaking to him at Cheonbeom’s feet, who was sitting on the throne, he asked one of the men.

“What does the Sangje want?”

As he asked, the man who had a connection with Guyeong among the Jecheon Okseon and had resisted the most strongly from the abyss answered.

“The Sangje… the Samcheong….”

It was then.

Suddenly, the light of Geumje burst out from the man’s mouth, and his entire body turned into water and exploded.

In an instant, the moisture that had settled in his entire body was sucked out and turned into a handful of smoke.

At first, he thought that the protection mechanism dwelling in the Geumje had been activated and he had escaped, but it was not. He died because the Geumje was activated.

“Oh my, how pitiful.”

“Was it the Sangje’s Geumje [a divine seal or restriction]?”

Perhaps he said something that should not have been said, and the Geumje was activated and he died. The corners of Cheonbeom’s mouth drew a curve.

“Samcheong, huh….”

The Sangje who rules Daeracheon.

Above that, the Samcheong [Three Pure Ones, highest deities in Taoism].

“As expected, the Sangje wouldn’t like the Samcheong either.”

Power is like that.

It is only natural for a man to dislike having something above him.

That is, if he is the king who rules Daeracheon, the best of the Three Heavens.

“What are you going to do? Shall we open the mouths of other Jinseon [True Immortals]?”

“No, that’s enough. There’s no need to do that.”

Since the word Samcheong came out, he had heard everything he needed to hear.

Originally, the enemy of an enemy was not an ally.

If the Sangje also had bad feelings about the Samcheong, then the path was the same.

“I should see the Sangje once.”

It wouldn’t be too difficult for him now, so what difficulty would there be in exchanging a word?

Of course, before that.

“Guyeong, you’re a bit much.”

[It’s nothing. You should have seen my battle with the thousand Jinseon.]

“Tsk.”

If he left him like this, he would only be pushed around no matter where he took him.

It seemed like he had to restore his original realm first.

* * *

The clouds spread across the earth flowed with various colors and energies, and the beasts and immortals frolicking above them were like a painting.

The Deungmyo [Ascension Temple] of Daeracheon, a place where those who have achieved Deungseon [Ascension to Immortality] wash away the energy of the lower world and adapt to the heavenly energy.

“But it’s called Deungmyo (等苗). If you don’t adapt, it’s not a seedling that becomes a sprout, but just a tomb.”

“Originally, Suseon [Cultivating Immortality] was like that, so why are you acting like it’s new? Originally, it’s the way of the world that if you’re eliminated, you die.”

But that was all in the past.

“Who was it? Thanks to that person who opened the path to the sky and eliminated all the fear, the number of immortals who achieve Deungseon has increased. Because of that, this place is not like it used to be, and it’s full of vitality, so I think it’s good.”

While letting the words of the Jinseon who were talking nonsense flow out of his ears, one of the Jinseon of Deungmyo, wearing a bamboo hat, hastened his steps to leave Deungmyo.

“Hmm? That one.”

Seeing that he was unfamiliar, he must be a Jinseon who had just achieved Deungseon in Daera.

“Are you okay? Once you leave this place, you will no longer be a Jinseon of Deungmyo. Not being a Jinseon of Deungmyo means that you will be exposed to all kinds of dangers in Daera.”

“Will you still leave Deungmyo? You haven’t even adapted to the heavenly energy yet, let alone open the door of Deungmyo.”

At the questions of those who claimed to be the gatekeepers of Deungmyo, who were similar to stone statues, the Jinseon wearing a bamboo hat nodded.

The body of the gatekeeper blocking the door twisted, and the gate of Deungmyo firmly blocked her path.

White clothes tightly wrapped.

Under the pure white bamboo hat, the tightly tied pure white hair swayed cheerfully.

A pair of pure white slender hands pushed open the door of Deungmyo.

Kkeudeudeudeudeuk!

Kung! Kung! Kung!! Old sand dust rises.

Cheolgeureok, cheolkeok!! Kung-!

Soon, the door of Deungmyo opened with a clatter as if the mechanism was working.

“Oh! The Chulmadeungmun (出摩登門) [Emergence from the Mundane Gate] of Deungmyo so easily!”

The gatekeeper quietly watched the scene and paid his respects to the Jinseon who was walking through the slowly closing Chulmadeungmun in the thick fog.

Kkiiiiik, Kuung-!!

“Did you just see that?”

“I saw it. The Chulmadeungmun with one hand….”

After that day, at this time when the sky was opened and even the Cheongeop [Heavenly Tribulation] disappeared, and the quality of the Jinseon had deteriorated, he opened the Chulmadeungmun with one hand, which hundreds of people could not open.

A deep curve was drawn on the lips of the gatekeepers guarding Deungmyo.

“A remarkable Jinseon has appeared after a long time. I didn’t know he would open the Chulmadeungmun so easily.”

The lips of the gatekeepers were rounded for a long time by the one who could be called a Jinseon who had appeared after a long time.