The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 282

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 281

Journey to Heaven (7)

With Amaterasu’s help, Yoosungwoo and Shuten-doji safely escaped and arrived at a small cave on the outskirts of Takamagahara [the High Celestial Plain, a divine realm in Japanese mythology].

This was also a place where traces of Yamata no Orochi [an eight-headed, eight-tailed dragon in Japanese mythology] remained.

A refuge seemingly prepared in anticipation of this situation.

It was filled not only with various defensive barriers to deceive the gods’ eyes but also with elixirs to improve one’s physical condition.

“…I can see how long Yamata no Orochi has been preparing.”

Yoosungwoo slumped down on the blanket-covered ground and closed his eyes.

Even now, the sword he held in his arms was only releasing enough divine power for him to handle.

Yamata no Orochi’s arrangement to defeat Susano-o [a storm god in Japanese mythology].

As he closed his eyes and focused on digesting the divine power, Shuten-doji, sitting opposite him, took a swig of alcohol and said,

“Listen with your eyes closed. The name of that sword is Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi [Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven]. It is said to be a divine sword that Susano-o obtained after defeating his father in the past.”

“…So, what I have is…”

“Susano-o definitely has the Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven. But that’s a fake. What you’re holding is the real one.”

Yoosungwoo nodded slightly.

He thought so too. Judging from the energy emanating from the sword in his arms, he couldn’t believe it was a fake.

The Dragon God Sword, born from the culmination of everything Yamata no Orochi had.

The intent and divine power contained within the sword alone would easily surpass most divine beings.

“Susano-o has two swords. The fake Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven and the real divine sword, Ame-no-Habakiri [Heavenly Feather Cutter].”

In terms of the number of swords, Yoosungwoo had seven.

No, he had obtained the true Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven, so eight.

“From now on, I will explain everything I know about Susano-o. Once you finish digesting the divine power, you will surely head to the 5th floor of Takamagahara.”

***

How much time had passed?

Yoosungwoo chewed on various elixirs in the cave to recover his energy and digest the surging divine power.

During that time, he listened to Shuten-doji recount the myths of Susano-o, the weapons he used, and his possible weaknesses.

Though he mostly heard it half-asleep…….

And after saying everything, Shuten-doji went outside the cave and did not return. Judging from his presence, he seemed to be guarding the outside of the cave.

Left alone in the cave, Yoosungwoo closed his eyes, placing the Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven on his thighs.

The Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven, forged and completed by Yamata no Orochi, possessed a unique power.

It was capable of climate manipulation, a power Yamata no Orochi wielded, as well as the divine power storage ability he was currently using.

A large capacity to accept all of Yamata no Orochi’s immense divine power.

‘Thanks to it, digesting the divine power has become much easier.’

Without the Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven, his internal organs might have burst from digesting this immense divine power.

Or the swords might have devoured the divine power so voraciously that he would have lost his ego.

In many ways, it was a stroke of luck for Yoosungwoo.

“Hoo.”

He took a long breath and focused his mind.

It would take quite a long time to perfectly master everything he had gained from killing Yamata no Orochi.

Fortunately, the time difference between Takamagahara and the surface world was significant.

Yoosungwoo himself couldn’t guarantee how long it would take.

‘But I can’t drag it out for too long.’

Now that Yamata no Orochi had disappeared, it was clear that an anomaly had occurred in Takamagahara.

Many gods would move.

The deaths of many gods on the 3rd floor would be discovered, and the story would reach the higher levels.

He didn’t know how far Amaterasu would protect him.

He had no choice but to finish as quickly as possible.

He began to temper the divine power once more.

He discarded unnecessary impurities and stacked only pure divine power within his soul.

Do you know the feeling of a soul being filled?

Yoosungwoo finally realized what that feeling was.

A rising sense of omnipotence.

Yoosungwoo’s identity is ‘sword.’

He walked the path of slaughter, starting with the sword and ending with the sword.

The things he had done so far, whether they were acts of killing or acts of saving, were all converted into great deeds, forcibly trying to complete his status as a Sword God.

‘Not yet.’

But Yoosungwoo forcibly scattered it.

Completing his divine power here was dangerous.

Divine power is about completing one’s own world, one’s own universe.

But the place he was in now was the sacred ground of Japan, Takamagahara.

It was impossible not to be influenced when completing his divine power, so completing his divine power would have to wait until after he caught Susano-o.

It would be after returning to Korea.

The place where he started.

Only there could he complete his divine power and world.

“Hoo-oo…….”

Yoosungwoo took a long breath and began tempering again, focusing on his inner world.

His consciousness gradually slipped into the unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a fragmented world, not a cave.

The stories recorded in the swords were intertwined, scattered throughout Yoosungwoo’s inner world.

A very alien world.

Various landscapes that could not exist in reality were mixed together, asserting themselves.

There, Yoosungwoo found a person in traditional Japanese clothing sitting on a huge rock.

Horns protruded grandly from his head, and dragon scales could be seen all over his body.

He knew who it was right away.

“Yamata no Orochi.”

At his call, Yamata no Orochi turned from the rock and looked at Yoosungwoo.

Yoosungwoo sat down, and Yamata no Orochi laughed loudly and opened his mouth.

“It’s a strange feeling. To be able to talk to the one who killed me, with only my thoughts remaining……”

“The remnants of Yamata no Orochi’s thoughts in the Sword of Gathering Clouds of Heaven……”

“It’s a desolate world you have. The most desolate world I’ve ever seen. Isn’t it difficult to live with such a mind?”

“It’s none of your business. Why are you telling me what to do when you’re already dead?”

“I’m dead, so I’m giving you some advice. Hahaha!”

Yamata no Orochi came down from the rock and plopped down opposite Yoosungwoo.

A small stream began to flow between the two sitting face to face, soon wetting their buttocks.

It was Yamata no Orochi’s world.

“You really have a unique constitution. To be able to absorb the divine power of the opponent you killed.”

“Don’t gods ever devour each other and absorb divine power?”

“It does happen, but if you try to forcibly absorb the opponent’s divine power, you’ll lose your ego. So, it’s not something people usually do. Unless you want to become a mad god.”

Yamata no Orochi coughed and continued.

“On the other hand, you accept divine power so naturally and make it your own. It’s not something anyone can easily do.”

“Hmm.”

“That must be related to your divine power.”

“My divine power?”

Yamata no Orochi nodded. Yoosungwoo pondered his divine power.

The divine power that had taken root in him first was the divine power of the Demon God from another world.

Could that divine power have created this state?

As if reading Yoosungwoo’s thoughts, Yamata no Orochi said,

“I’m talking about your own divine power, not anyone else’s. Just looking at your swordsmanship, you must have poured countless hours into reaching that level.”

Yoosungwoo nodded.

It wouldn’t be wrong to say that he had poured nearly a lifetime of a human into it.

“The path you’ve walked must have become divine power. I have no way of knowing what kind of path you’ve walked, but it must have played a part in creating your constitution.”

“Is that so.”

Yoosungwoo nodded slightly.

If so, there was something he could guess.

If the things he had done had influenced his divine power, there was only one thing.

“Oh, right, there’s one last thing I wanted to tell you.”

Yamata no Orochi said, turning his head and reaching out his hand.

Then, the space was reorganized, and eight streams of rivers appeared.

“You may have heard it from Shuten-doji, but there’s a difference between hearing it and seeing it directly. I’ll show you the battle I had with Susano-o in the past.”

Yamata no Orochi made several hand signs with both hands, and two translucent phantoms appeared on the river streams.

One was the giant Yamata no Orochi, and the other was a handsome man holding a sword, Susano-o.

Susano-o, in light clothing, was confronting Yamata no Orochi with only one sword.

“Back when the gods were still in the land of humans, so it would be appropriate to call it the mythological era. I’ll show you the memories of that time, so I hope it helps you deal with Susano-o.”

“It will be a great help.”

Fighting someone you’ve never fought before is completely different from fighting someone you’ve seen fight.

The more information you have about your opponent, the better.

“Let’s begin.”

Yamata no Orochi clapped his hands, and the phantoms began to move.

The speed of the phantoms was unusual.

It clearly showed what the situation was like back when the gods could fully wield their power on the ground.

The gods, without any restrictions, overturned the earth and pulled down the sky.

Yamata no Orochi tore apart the dark clouds hanging over his head and dropped lightning, and Susano-o summoned a storm and wielded it like his sword.

It was literally a battle that would be etched in mythology. It was a scene where you could clearly see what abilities they had and how they fought.

Yoosungwoo compared the Yamata no Orochi in the phantom with the Yamata no Orochi he had fought.

Most of them were similar, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the Yamata no Orochi he had fought was weaker.

As he turned back with a questioning look, Yamata no Orochi answered him.

“The me at that time and the me now are very different. At that time, I was the proud Holy Dragon, the guardian of the eight rivers, but the me who fought you was the great demon who was defeated by Susano-o, the fallen Yamata no Orochi.”

Does that mean that the subsequent divine power is also determined by how it is recorded in history and traditions?

Besides, the people living on that land at that time must have been worshiping Yamata no Orochi…….

“Well, there were no humans who worshiped you as a god now.”

“For that reason, I was in a considerably weakened state. But Susano-o must have become even stronger than in the past. You have to achieve victory against such Susano-o.”

He was in charge of one axis of the 4th floor of Takamagahara even in a weakened state.

Then how strong was he before he weakened?

As Yoosungwoo frowned with various concerns, Yamata no Orochi looked at his face and chuckled.

Then, patting him on the back, he said in a somewhat wistful voice.

“I believe that you will surely be able to cut off Susano-o’s head.”

Surely.