The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 370

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 369

War

The day had come.

The Jade Emperor Palace, which had been slowly approaching, was now visible to everyone. That giant sky island, hanging above the Sword Realm, resembled a Korean-style Laputa [a floating island, referencing the animated film *Castle in the Sky*] drawing ever closer.

“The Jade Emperor Palace is fully manifesting. Usually, it remains in the reverse world to conserve divinity… this level of manifestation consumes a considerable amount.”

“That’s the only way they can attack us, so it must be unavoidable for them.”

Gods in the reverse world can’t directly wield power in the mortal realm due to inherent restrictions. To exert their power here, they must expend enough divinity to bypass those limitations.

Ignoring the laws of the world comes at a price.

Gods have been trying to circumvent these laws for millennia, experimenting with various methods.

They discovered they could use their power without restriction by manifesting their ‘Sacred Temple’ in the mortal realm.

For individual divinity, it’s inefficient, but for a war involving the entire Sacred Temple, it becomes cost-effective.

Their plan: manifest the Sacred Temple in the mortal realm, crash it into the Sword Realm, create a battlefield advantageous to them, and then begin the war.

“What about the evacuation of residents?”

“With the South Korean government’s help, we’ve evacuated over 90 percent of the Sword Realm residents. The entire evacuation will be complete within two hours. Only combatants remain.”

After hearing reports from Medea and Yuwol, Yuseongwu, hands in his pockets, gazed at the giant island of gods and smiled.

In six hours, that Sacred Temple will collide with the Sword Realm’s barrier. All possible preparations are complete; all that remains is to wait.

“We’ve also contacted the divinities inside the Jade Emperor Palace. They’ll either evacuate or participate in the battle, depending on the signal.”

“I informed them about the opening ceremony I’m planning, right? It’d be troublesome if they got caught up in it.”

“Yes, that’s been conveyed.”

“Good.”

“But what exactly *is* this opening ceremony?”

Medea asked, curious. Yuseongwu chuckled and began to explain.

“An opening ceremony announces the beginning of an event…”

“I’m not asking for the definition.”

“Just kidding. Don’t try to find out in advance; just watch. It’ll be much more fun that way.”

“What are you even going to do…?”

Medea felt a surge of anxiety. What was he planning to *feed* the Jade Emperor Palace with this opening ceremony?

Time passed.

The Jade Emperor Palace, slowly approaching, finally contacted the Sword Realm’s barrier, and sparks flew.

The Jade Emperor Palace tried to force its way in, while the barrier resisted.

Seeing this, Yuseongwu said, “Open it.”

“Barrier release!” Medea shouted.

At her command, the Sword Realm’s barrier was deactivated. Continuing the collision would only damage the barrier without pushing back the Jade Emperor Palace.

With the barrier down, the Jade Emperor Palace paused at the edge of the Sword Realm, seemingly uncertain of their intentions.

Yuseongwu stood on the roof of the tallest building, directly aligned with the Jade Emperor Palace, and reached out his hand.

A white light gathered, forming the hilt of Geochil. Medea and Yuwol, standing beside him, felt their skin crawl at the sight of the pure white hilt.

“That’s…”

“The seventh sword, Geochil. A divine artifact of the ancient giant race. Medea, send the signal.”

At his words, Medea shot a flare of magic into the sky, visible to everyone.

Simultaneously, a defensive barrier, excluding the Jade Emperor Palace, was deployed across the Sword Realm to contain the aftermath of Yuseongwu’s opening ceremony.

“Now, shall we begin?”

As Yuseongwu poured divinity into the hilt of Geochil, a voice echoed in his mind.

-Starting…

-Sufficient power confirmed.

-Qualification verification…

-Verifying owner’s qualification.

-Requesting release of binding formula.

-Setting summoning coordinates.

-Coordinate setting complete.

-Mantera activation.

Yuseongwu gripped the hilt with both hands, raising it into an overhead slash position.

The pressure was immense, the burden solely on him. He clenched his teeth and took a deep breath.

Rumble—

A giant magic circle appeared in the sky, its size comparable to the Sword Realm itself.

The magic circle, beyond human comprehension, was difficult even for gods to interpret—a high-level summoning circle nearly impossible to interfere with, let alone cancel.

-Mantera 1st binding release.

-Mantera 2nd binding release.

-Mantera 3rd binding release.

-Mantera 4th binding release.

-Mantera 5th binding release.

-Anti-Divinity Star-Destroying Extinction Weapon Mantera full power release.

As the voice faded, the tip of something began to emerge from the summoning circle.

It was the end of a sword, made of the same pure white material as the hilt.

What Yuseongwu held was merely the hilt. The sword’s true form, now appearing from another dimension, was the real Geochil.

Something no human could wield.

The extermination weapon of the giant gods, too powerful even for them.

The sword body emerged endlessly from the summoning circle, engraved with divine characters. It was being pulled out like an endless rice cake.

One sword could break mountains and split seas. Geochil, a sword designed to kill gods, possessed the property of dissolving divinity on contact.

The divinities of the Jade Emperor Palace, and the people of the Sword Realm, were awestruck by the sword Yuseongwu had drawn.

A giant sword of a giant god, larger than the Jade Emperor Palace, tens of kilometers long and several kilometers wide.

It was too immense to be called a sword.

Crack, crackle.

Yuseongwu felt his muscles screaming, but he couldn’t stop smiling.

He knew he’d be drained after a single swing, but he was thrilled by the prospect.

Yuseongwu’s arm moved slowly, a leisurely overhead slash from above to below.

As he moved his arm, Geochil, floating in the sky, followed suit. Literally splitting the sky, it began its slow descent towards the Jade Emperor Palace.

As Geochil cut through the air, sonic booms and storms erupted, and the atmosphere glowed red from frictional heat.

Various techniques and attacks poured from the Jade Emperor Palace, now on high alert, to stop the falling Geochil, but Geochil was a sword designed to kill gods.

Attacks made of divinity were easily crushed by its overwhelming mass and properties.

Geochil was an unstoppable runaway train, with only Yuseongwu holding the brakes.

“Kuaaaaaaaah!”

With Yuseongwu’s shout, Geochil finally collided with the Jade Emperor Palace.

As the pure white sword struck, the palace’s barrier reacted, attempting to push Geochil away.

Sparks and flames erupted, and a storm raged around them.

The divinities tried to push back Geochil, but their efforts were futile.

For a sword of that mass to fall was akin to a natural disaster.

Even gods who commanded natural disasters couldn’t stop a ‘real disaster’.

A small crack appeared, and the barrier shattered, creating a hole.

Once breached, the barrier couldn’t withstand Geochil and collapsed.

Finally, Geochil’s blade struck the palace, overwhelming the barriers within and destroying the land supporting it.

The entire Jade Emperor Palace was split in half by Geochil, killing countless divinities who had participated in the attempt to kill Yuseongwu.

Having recovered the divinity he’d expended, Yuseongwu released the summoning of Geochil and exhaled.

“Keuha…”

He looked down at his tingling hands. Just one swing had left him like this.

How had the giant gods of the past wielded such a sword?

It was truly a star-destroying weapon, capable of reshaping the world with a single swing.

He clenched his fist and said, “How is it? Enough for the opening of the war?”

Medea and Yuwol struggled to comprehend what they’d just witnessed.

They’d expected some magic for the opening ceremony, but this was beyond imagination.

The spectacle Yuseongwu had presented defied all common sense.

What had fallen from the sky towards the Jade Emperor Palace? A sword? Was it really a sword?

What kind of artisan could forge such a thing?

“Medea, check it.”

Medea, startled by Yuseongwu’s words, replied, “With the Jade Emperor Palace’s barrier broken, we can assess the internal situation. Many divinity signatures are lost… unfortunately, the great divinities seem intact.”

“They avoided it. Then, shall we execute the second plan?”

The opening ceremony was splendid; now for the main event.

Divinities poured from the broken Jade Emperor Palace, reconstructing the shattered remains into dozens of small islands and descending upon the Sword Realm.

As they landed, vegetation sprouted and fog rose.

Yuseongwu muttered, watching the scene, “They’re providing free landscaping services. Not bad. Inari!”

At Yuseongwu’s call, Koyuki, who had been waiting, stepped forward with Inari in her arms.

The fox jumped into the air, transforming into a human form.

She looked at Yuseongwu and frowned.

Not only the giant sword, but also what he was about to do, displeased her.

Yuseongwu, having returned Geochil, drew Palseong after a long time.

The essence of Japanese mythology forged by Yamata no Orochi [an eight-headed serpent in Japanese mythology], a god-slaying sword that kills storms and seas.

Inari, looking at Palseong’s eerie aura, sighed deeply, still showing her displeasure, and spread her arms wide.

From her flowing divinity, golden rice plants overflowed the rooftop, which had previously held no soil.

“As I said, all I can do is connect dimensions. Opening the door is your role!”

“I know.”

Inari gathered her outstretched arms and made a hand sign. Several torii gates [traditional Japanese gates often found at Shinto shrines] soared in front of the ground where the divinities had landed, as if to trap them.

“Now!” Inari shouted, and Yuseongwu swung Palseong.

The energy shot from Palseong permeated the torii gates, and a door opened between the pillars.

The energy flowing from the door was ominous. The divinities realized an entrance to another dimension had opened before them.

Before them, the real gate to hell had opened.

“I’ll show you hell.”

The Hell Labor Union is on a business trip.