Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1063

Kwaaaaah!

The sky seems to crumble and fall. Dark energy came closer, smothering everything in darkness. It felt like hell was arriving.

A declaration of destruction, the embodiment of the end. Within that deep despair, a sword the color of a fiery sunset moved. Like a ray of light, or a phantom. And like a certain time in the past.

A sword is just metal.

But for a swordsman, it’s much more than that. The swordsman’s spirit lives at its tip.

Perhaps greatness. Perhaps confidence.

And perhaps… what lingered at the end of this sword, no, this throwing knife, back then…

‘Extend.’

Energy surged from his toes, past his fingertips, and into the sword.

He felt a sense of unity, as if the sword and body became one. His senses became incredibly sharp and clear. And he felt a great sense of fulfillment.

The sword, filled with all of that, simply went forth.

‘Just once!’

Chung Myung’s eyes, gripping the sword, blazed with a fierce killing intent. A sword could be swung again. Even if it missed, he could swing it again, and stab out once more.

But a throwing knife was a single, fatal strike.

Once it left his fingertips, that was it. No second chances. In that intense pressure, Chung Myung’s sword drew a single line. As if everything had stopped, save for the sword flying through the air.

A line joins things together. It makes separate things become one.

Chung Myung’s sword felt like a link between now and the past.

In deep time, split and split again, with thoughts racing and the world slowed down, Chung Myung felt a burning thirst.

‘Not enough!’

This wasn’t it.

‘It’s not just this much!’

The throwing knife of Dangbo he remembered was never such an average attack. It seemed to carry even the soul in a single release. Like a meteor at dawn, it sliced through a fleeting moment and vanished, but was all the more brilliant for it. That was Dangbo’s throwing knife.

So it had to be faster. More precise, and more powerful! More! Even more!!

Just then, a phantom voice brushed past Chung Myung’s ear.

– Taoist Brother is always too hasty, that’s his problem.

Words Dangbo had once said to him in jest, one day in the past.

– There are countless things you want to capture. But if you capture them all, it will only become heavier. Just like those two shoulders of Taoist Brother. Can you properly wield a sword with shoulders so weighed down?

The voice was as clear as if whispering right next to him.

– If you want to throw a proper throwing knife, you don’t fill it, you empty it. The tip of the throwing knife just needs to be light. The more you want to capture, the more you empty. Isn’t that the Tao that Taoism speaks of? Of course, well, I don’t know if a stubborn mule like Taoist Brother can understand it…

Even the laughter mixed with that voice tickled his ears. As if, at this very moment, a certain time in the past was connected.

– If that ever becomes possible….

Everything that bound Chung Myung was severed. All that remained was the sensation of the sword touching his fingertips. That sensation spread throughout Chung Myung’s entire body.

The throwing knife and Chung Myung became one.

The sword and the body were connected.

– Who knows. Maybe Taoist Brother’s sword will really reach that Heavenly Demon.

Chung Myung advanced, cleaving through the world stained with darkness. The tip of the dagger aimed at the source of that darkness. And that one strike was Chung Myung’s Hwasan sword and the throwing knife that Dangbo had thrown from the distant past.

Chung Myung, connecting the unconnectable, transformed into a demon-slaying dagger to completely defeat the demon, and was fired towards the demon’s heart.

‘I am here!’

That was an undeniable fact. But all of him was clearly connected to the past.

He felt completely focused and natural, the sword cleaved the world as it was meant to be.

And then, in that moment, Jang Ilso turned his head and Chung Myung’s gaze met his.

Even in the flow of time, which was almost at a standstill, it was clearly visible. The creepy smile that Jang Ilso was wearing.

Jang Ilso raised his arm upwards. A gesture that seemed too weak and powerless to oppose the massive darkness that was descending overhead. But at that moment, freezing blue flames erupted from Jang Ilso’s entire body.

Hwaaaaah!

A desperate strike, drawing out the last ounce of his inner strength, soared towards the falling demonic energy.

In the void, blue flames and black demonic energy collided. A flame too weak to block the demonic energy pouring down with overwhelming force.

But even if it was only for a moment, that flame clearly pushed back the collapsing demonic energy, like a collapsing mountain. A slight but distinct gap opened in the seemingly unbreakable iron wall. No, Jang Ilso had pried it open.

As their gazes parted, Chung Myung’s body brushed past Jang Ilso’s side. At that very moment, Jang Ilso’s hand reached Chung Myung’s completely defenseless back.

A voice that Chung Myung should not have been able to hear seemed to brush past his ear.

“Go.”

Paaaaah!

The sword, launched with the added force of Jang Ilso pushing his back, surpassed its limits and reached a miracle.

At that moment, clear light returned to Danjagang’s eyes, which had been cloudy with darkness as he surrendered himself to the surging demonic energy.

‘Sunset?’

It was a fantastical sight. So awe-inspiring that it even restored the reason of Danjagang, who had been completely tainted by the demonic energy.

In the world created by Danjagang, where not a single ray of light seemed possible, a faint red light bloomed. That insignificant red light pierced through the deep, deep darkness and gradually spread further.

As if, at the end of a long night, the sunset was spreading from the eastern sky.

That was the dawn. The end of the night and another beginning.

In that scene where reality and illusion were mixed, a white sword flew, cleaving through the red sunset.

‘This is?’

It was a chilling sense of death that Danjagang had never experienced before. The sword, like the dawn burning away the darkness, shattered everything of Danjagang and dug deep towards his neck.

Crack!

Suddenly, everything stopped. It became completely silent. Everyone could see it clearly.

The Plum Blossom Sword had gone through Danjagang’s neck. It stuck out the back.

Everyone held their breath.

All the sounds of the world seemed to be erased in an instant.

Even though the surging energy that enveloped them was raging like a storm, everyone clearly felt the silence. A silence that was all the more intense for being so brief.

Drip.

A drop of blood fell from the tip of the white sword that had pierced through Danjagang’s neck.

And at that moment.

Chung Myung’s cold, empty eyes and Danjagang’s seething eyes intertwined at close range.

Vomiting gushes of reversed blood, Danjagang muttered something silently. A phrase that only Chung Myung could clearly understand, even if others could not.

“…Angbok.”

Danjagang shook his raised arm strongly and brought it down.

The sun of demonic energy, not yet completely faded, fell upon their heads. It was a sight as if Mount Tai was collapsing.

“Ah…!”

Everyone’s pupils widened greatly.

“Noooooooo!”

Along with a huge scream, it was impossible to know who was yelling, the terrifying demonic energy collided with the earth.

Kwaaaaaah!

The demonic energy embedded in the earth pulsed with the force to destroy everything in existence. And soon, it covered the world with a massive storm of demonic energy.

“Aaaargh!”

The disciples of Hwasan, swept away by that storm, were flung away like leaves in a typhoon, without any way to resist.

Not only the disciples of Hwasan, but even the Demonic Cult disciples, who were watching this terrible battle with blank faces, were swept away like fallen leaves by that irresistible force.

The disciples of Hwasan, who were repeatedly flung away and slammed into the ground, groaned in pain.

Kwaaaaah!

The successive explosions of earth-shattering sounds crashed down on everyone as if to burst their eardrums. It was a shock as if the world was collapsing all at once.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

After that great shock roughly swept through the earth.

Silence finally came.

Twitch.

Baek Cheon, who was messed up and mixed with the soil that had been roughly dug up and scattered, trembled. The tips of his fingers twitched convulsively.

“Kuh….”

He groaned and lifted his head sharply as soon as he regained consciousness.

“Cheo, Chung Myung….”

His eyes began to fill with blood.

Even if it was Chung Myung… could he really have survived in the center of such an absurd explosion? Even he, who was swept away by the aftermath, felt his insides turned upside down and found it difficult to even move his body?

“No, no…. No….”

Crack!

Baek Cheon crushed the rock he was holding in his hand and gave strength to his body. He dug and scraped at the ground to lift himself up and hurriedly looked around.

“Cheo, Chung Myung! Chung Myungaah!”

Chung Myung’s figure was not visible. Baek Cheon, who had imagined an ending he never wanted to think about, shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Chung Myung! You bastard!”

“Senior Brother!”

At that moment, Yoo Iseol’s urgent voice pierced his ear.

“There!”

Baek Cheon hurriedly turned to where she was pointing. The earth was dug up so massively as if a celestial being had torn it apart. In the middle of it, two red and black dots were visible.

“Cheo, Chung Myung!”

“Young Master!”

Baek Cheon and Hoga-myung shouted at the same time. The two men began to run with all their might towards Chung Myung and Jang Ilso, who were lying collapsed.

At that moment, Chung Myung’s lips, which were in a terrible state with no part intact and half-buried in the soil, twitched faintly.

“Ugh….”

The moment his cracked lips opened, the wounds that had barely stuck together split open again and red blood flowed down.

“Ugh….”

Barely lifting his eyelids, which felt like a thousand pounds, he saw Jang Ilso, who was also half-buried in the ground with his head tilted.

Chung Myung, who was silently watching him, squeezed out a voice that had been exhausted after a long struggle.

“…Hey.”

No answer came.

“Hey.”

At that moment, a voice without any strength leaked from Jang Ilso’s mouth, who had been tilting his head as if dead.

“…Why?”

The moment he heard that voice, Chung Myung frowned.

“Are you alive?”

Then, a weak voice leaked from Jang Ilso’s mouth. It was a voice with no energy that would never have come from his mouth.

“…Maybe… I think I’m dead…?”

“Is that so…?”

Chung Myung turned his body with great difficulty. He forced his unmoving body to turn over and lie down, and he saw the sky. It was so blue that it hurt his eyes.

“That….”

The long night was over, and morning had finally come.

“…That’s the best news I’ve heard.”

Chung Myung’s chuckling laughter slowly spread throughout the quiet morning world.