Absolute Regression Chapter 806

Episode 806: Why did you bring me back?

Chwima turned back to Gaye.
He hadn’t saved Gaye by blowing his sword for her sake.
It was because of Cheonhwaruju.
Cheonhwaruju had tried to spare her life in their previous fight with Heukno. He believed there must have been a reason for her to spare him.

And the fact that the Dark Princess was trying to kill her meant that their relationship had completely soured. She was determined to keep her alive and use her for the time being.

To the Demon Lords, Gaye was nothing more or less than the Dark Princess’s right-hand man.

“Where is the young cult leader?”

Although his words were polite, the look in his eyes was intense.

Meanwhile, Mabul and Sehonmajon were staring at the Dark Princess. Even though they had appeared, he was still glaring at them with arrogant eyes.

Gaye answered obediently. It was the person who had saved her life, and it had something to do with the young sect leader. The ship she was on remained afloat, unsinkable in the typhoon.

“The young sect leader was sucked into that ark.”

Everyone’s eyes were turned towards the watchtower.

The sword dance was sucked into that box made of metal? It was an incomprehensible statement.

“That scepter is a sacred object from the Heavenly Palace. The moment the young sect leader touched it, he was absorbed into it.”

The demons didn’t believe her, but Cheonhwaruju did.

“I don’t think the princess is lying.”

Mabul, believing in Cheonhwaruju, asked Gaye again.

“So, did the author use illusion to drag you in?”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean?”
“That ogre literally absorbed the cult leader.”

Mabul felt her words weren’t false, but he looked at Cheonhwaruju to confirm once more.
Cheonhwaruju nodded silently, her eyes questioning if her words were truly true.

Chwima, who was watching the scene, laughed out loud.

“Anyway, surprising people is the best. Now, I’m getting sucked into places like that.”

Although his words were meaningless, the gaze of the horse gazing at the ogre was serious. In other words, he could not know whether the cult leader was alive or dead.

“I don’t know who’s sitting in there, but I think I called them for no reason.”

Then, Chuma exchanged glances with the two demon lords. With the life and death of the young sect leader uncertain, they had to kill this dark princess.
Furthermore, they might have to fight to protect not only the Heavenly Flower Lord but also the secret chamber.

Considering the enemies we’ve encountered on our way here, dealing with this Dark Princess will definitely not be easy.

Indeed, the Dark Princess showed no signs of daunting even when confronted by the three demons. She acted as if she were confident she could kill them all.

A dark aura flowed from his body, beginning to take over the space.
It was clearly a darkness with a will. The darkness flowed along the floor and walls, gradually swallowing up the light in the space.

The Dark Princess opened her mouth for the first time.

“Even if you make it out of there safely, the cult leader will see the deaths of everyone he loves.”

It was a declaration that everyone here would be killed.
I wasn’t the type to just ignore such words.

“If you were to kill everyone you love… you’d have to kill a lot. Our little cult leader loves people so much that there are people he loves all around.”

The Dark Princess looked at the horse and spoke coldly.

“I’ll kill you first.”

The Dark Princess’s words were met with a wave of the horse’s hand.

“Not me! The cult leader likes everyone but me. He comes to visit us at the end.”

Mabuldo also joined in on the persistent pursuit of the horse.

“That wouldn’t be much different for me either.”
“Oh, I see. Our Mabulnim only liked the Grand Duke. How is it that even when we get together, we end up with only cold rice?”

The drunken demon looked at the demon spirit.

“The Sub-Hon Demon Lord is in big trouble. He’s the youngest Demon Lord, and our young cult leader cherishes him very much.”

Even though he was told to die first, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon’s lips.

The Dark Princess was not at all excited by their leisure.

“Okay, then let’s talk again. Not about the death of someone you like, but about the death of everyone you know.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding space was instantly plunged into darkness.
To be precise, it wasn’t darkness, but night.

Twinkle.

In the distance, a star shone brightly.

From that moment on, stars began to shine everywhere. Like the countless stars in the night sky, they too began to shine brightly. Some were large, others small. The Milky Way flowed in the distance.

The sight was truly enchanting and mystical. They were truly floating in a star-filled night sky.

It was the moment when the Dark Princess’s unique martial art, the Dark Star Soul Art, was unleashed.

The Dark Princess stood before them, seemingly very close, yet at the same time, it felt like she was standing very far away.

The three demons instinctively sensed that this magic was no ordinary feat.
Chuma looked around at the surrounding stars and spoke.

“I’ve drunk alcohol everywhere. On rooftops, on snowy mountains, floating in water, even on the streets. But there’s one place I’ve never drank alcohol: in the sky.”

The horse was moved to see the stars floating around him.

“My lifelong dream was to drink in the sky, and you made it come true!”

Just then,
one of the countless stars floating around fell towards the horse.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The star flew in like a comet. Far away, it was as small as a dot, but when it flew in front of the horse, it was as big as an adult’s head.

The horse drew up its internal energy and threw its tension towards the light that flew in.

Kwaaang!

From afar it was a star, but up close it was a powerful dark energy.

The shock knocked Chuma back a few steps. It was only a single star that flew in, but the energy of the Demonic Power of Greed was incredibly powerful.

The stars that filled the darkness felt even more threatening, so Mabul and Sehonmazon also raised their internal energy and prepared for a full-scale fight.

Chwima finished drinking the alcohol he had left for Geommugeuk and spoke as if it was unfair.

“If I go somewhere and say I’ve been hit by a star, they’ll say I’m drunk and talking nonsense. Ah! Is this the fate of a drunkard?”

The horse was not at all pushed back in momentum.

And if the fighting spirit was anything to go by, even the Sub-Soul Demon Lord was no ordinary person.
She was the first to speak.

“Did you say that when the Little Leader came out, everyone he knew would be shown dead?”

A dizzying murderous energy flowed from her two eyes, making the world spin.

“You’re one of those people I know, right?”

* * *

When Geommugeuk regained consciousness, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar place.
He looked around and flinched.

‘Here?’

A large slab of paper lay in the empty space. Having been here before, Geommugeuk knew where it was.

This is the mountainside of Baekyangbong Peak, where three hundred years ago, the Heavenly Princess and the Emperor’s Sword of the Emperor fought.
This is the very place where the great treasure was hidden in the Dark Palace’s labyrinth!

The heart of the sword dance was pounding.

‘We’ve returned to three hundred years ago.’

The ogre brought him back to that place.

Geommu-geuk first examined his own physical condition.
Just like when he’d been brought here before, his internal energy was still weak. Just enough to use the time-transfer technique, just like back then.

The sword dance approached the obi placed in the middle of the place.

“Why did you bring me back?”

Of course, the watch didn’t respond at all.

At what point did he bring himself back? Was it the end of the fight between the Emperor’s Sword and the Heavenly Palace Master? The outcome was already decided.

Just as I was about to step outside to assess the situation, I heard someone entering.
Geommu-geuk used his time-transfer technique to hide himself.

Someone was coming in here in a hurry, carrying a person on their back.

“Just hold on a little longer!”

It was Baek Yang-gi, the Guardian Princess of the Heavenly Palace. The person he was carrying was Wi Mu-cheon, the Guardian Princess of the Heavenly Palace. The confrontation at Baek Yang-bong had already ended.

The Guardian Princess carefully leaned Wimucheon against the table.

“Are you okay?”

Wimucheon’s face was pale. He was shivering from the extreme cold.

“Please take off your protective armor first.”

The Guardian Princess removed Wimucheon’s outer garment. He was wearing the Ice Dragon Armor underneath.

The last time I was here, I saw the sword dance. The Dark Princess gave the Ice Dragon Armor and Cheonumdan, which she had received from the Masked Man of the Demonic Cult, to the Heavenly Princess as a gift.

The Mu Hwang Shin Geum was given to him because he possessed extreme yang martial arts.
However, judging by Wi Mu Cheon’s current condition, he had been attacked by extreme yin. The Cheon Eum Dan and Bingryong Shin Gap had only worsened his injuries.

“The Dark Princess has betrayed me!”

The Guardian Princess regretted not noticing this.
She had been present that day when Wei Wuchen received this gift.
She suspected something was amiss, but Wei Wuchen’s trust in the Dark Princess prevented her from asserting her point. At that moment, the Heavenly Princess accepted this battle as her destiny.

When the Guardian Princess took off the Ice Dragon Armor from his body, something rolled out from his bosom.

It was a small sledgehammer that rolled across the floor.

Despite his severe injuries, Wimucheon tried to reach out and grab it.

“Give me that.”
“I need to take care of the wound now.”
“Give it to me.”

The Guardian Princess picked up the fallen casket and gave it to Wimucheon.
Wimucheon grabbed the casket with both hands.

“……If this was how it was going to be, why did you come into this world? If you weren’t going to give me strength, why?”

Woof.

The crow cried.

Wimucheon’s gaze became intense.

“You called me like this… kekeke.”

Wimucheon shed blood.

“Your Majesty!”

Geommugeuk, who was watching the scene, could sense that Bigwi was reacting to him.

After the Guardian Princess sat him down, she injected energy into his back.

Woohoo.

Despite the careful injection of internal energy, Wei Wuqian was deeply shocked.
He vomited blood again. His body was on the verge of collapse.

“I will do it again.”

Wimucheon turned around and sat down, refusing his treatment.

“……The priestess was right. The will of heaven was not mine.”

The Guardian Princess bowed her head. She knew that Wei Wuchen’s condition was beyond repair.

“It’s all my fault.”

She should have stopped him. She should have prevented the war from starting in the first place. That was the true duty of the Guardian Princess.
If the Dark Princess had ulterior motives, it was also her duty to find out.

“Princess Baek, listen carefully to what I say from now on.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Wimucheon stared at the loyal Guardian Princess and then held out the bloody casket he was holding.

“Take this talisman and get out of here.”

Wimucheon raised his hand to stop the Guardian Princess from saying anything.

“After three hundred years, you will surely achieve your destiny.”

The Guardian Princess did not receive the secret.

“That can’t be. I am the Guardian Princess. It is my calling and mission, given to me by heaven, to protect you, my Lady.”

Wimucheon shook his head.

“This is my last request.”

The Guardian Princess’s face trembled at the sight of those earnest eyes.
She knelt and respectfully accepted the casket.
It was the moment she received the sacred waters of the Heavenly Palace.

Even if I could leave with this, would I be able to inherit the will of heaven? And was that truly the right choice?

“Princess Baek! There is no time.”

The moment the Guardian Princess was about to nod, unable to refuse any longer, a loud noise was heard from outside.

bang!

It was the sound of the maze set up outside being destroyed. There was only one reason the Dark Palace’s formation was so easily destroyed: someone had revealed the method to the enemy.

Immediately after, three people came in there.

The man standing in the middle was the Wuhuang Divine Sword.
The two men who entered with him possessed a presence no less imposing than the Wuhuang Divine Sword. They entered side by side, but kept some distance, perhaps wary of each other.

The Guardian Princess stood in front of Wimucheon.

‘It’s the Dark Princess’s doing.’

He, the traitor, had taught them the secret to destroying Mirojin, leading them to walk here. The Guardian Princess wanted to kill the Dark Princess more than them.

Wimucheon spoke from behind.

“……Get out of here.”

The Guardian Princess slowly stepped aside.
The first thing Wei Wuchen’s gaze fell on was the Wu Huang Divine Sword.

“……Is it okay for you to be like this?”

The extreme negative attack he suffered wasn’t from the Muhwangshin Sword. It was from one of the two men who had come with him.
The duel at Baekyang Peak was a meticulously planned trap.

The Wuhuang Divine Sword remained silent, his face slumped, as if he had no intention of making excuses.
Wei Wuchen’s gaze turned to the man to the Wuhuang Divine Sword’s left.

Clad in a robe as dark as blood, he exuded a presence more intense than anyone else here. Just looking at him took my breath away, and his true identity was this.

“……Demon Lord, you’re interfering in this fight!”

Surprisingly, one of the two people was Hyukdocheon, the leader of the Cheonmasingyo sect three hundred years ago.

Three hundred years ago, the Cheonma Sect was different from what it is today. It was truly a cult of terror.
The leader of this cult was none other than Hyukdocheon. He was more cruel and ruthless than any previous demonic cult leader. Therefore, the martial artists dared not speak his name, trembling with fear.

Geommu-geuk was surprised to see Cheonma three hundred years ago. He knew the Demonic Cult was involved, but he never dreamed he would see him here.

‘That person is the heavenly horse of this era.’

His impression was striking. Even without a breeze, his hair was billowing in all directions, and a powerful, hellish aura flowed from his eyes.

Wimucheon’s gaze then shifted to the man opposite.
He had neatly groomed, pure white hair, and a gaze that simultaneously conveyed loneliness and superiority. His presence was also extraordinary.

“……And to top it all off, you even dragged the Apostolic Leader into it.”

To his surprise, he was none other than the leader of the Apostles.
Geommu-geuk was as surprised by his identity as he had been by the leader of the Demonic Cult. No, even more so. He was someone he had met before.

Lord God, the Apostle.

The owner of the coffin where the sword dance had obtained the last bead, the midnight, from the underground tomb, the one he had met as a white bone, was now standing before his eyes.

The sword dance read the deeds of the Lord God from the pillars in the underground tomb.

-Defeat the Heavenly Palace with the Muhwang Divine Sword.

Indeed, the Apostle Lord Ju Gao Shin, along with the Emperor’s Sword, killed the Heavenly Princess. The record does not mention the Demon Lord, but the three were present together.

In the space-time transfer technique, Geommu-geuk watched the three heads of the magic temple with deep eyes.

Just as the three leaders gathered together three hundred years later, three hundred years ago, the three people gathered together like this.

‘You all gathered together today.’