Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 653

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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 3

Chapter 143: The Lazy Man Moves Forward (3)

‘It seems like it really won’t help… … .’

That intangible is not this intangible.

Although it was the same in that it was invisible and unfelt, the details were subtly different.

But what should I say… … .

No matter how different the two intangibles may be, it's certainly helpful to have already experienced one. There's no denying that.

'I told you, you can't even get annoyed when you want.'

Baek Mu-han said he had prepared Wei Yan-ho to handle any situation, any challenge. He had never once failed to live up to his word.

While feeling the greatness of the teacher, I also feel anxious that I might not be able to stray from the path the teacher has laid out for me throughout my life.

'There's so much room.'

Wi Yeon-ho made up his mind.

Does being able to think of something different even when the invisible sword is closing in on you mean you have some composure, or is it because you can't see it or feel it that you're less tense?

Neither.

Wei Yanho's sword is extended.

Wi Yeon-ho, who raised his sword and aimed straight ahead, didn't open his tightly shut eyes. He simply closed them and quietly opened his energy.

It's not a bluff.

Even if I open my eyes, I won't see anything. When dealing with a sword that can't be grasped even with intuition, anything visible will only be a hindrance.

I feel nothing.

It disappeared.

I feel everything.

The energy of those who surrounded them. The intense emotions they exuded, the cold wind brushing against their skin, and even the swaying of every single blade of grass on the ground…

All of that was completely and utterly captured by Wei Yanhu's sense of wonder.

But among them, only Baekgongdo's energy cannot be captured.

Intangible.

It doesn't just mean that you can't see your brother.

It was as if Baekgongdo's presence had vanished from this place. His senses told him otherwise, even though it couldn't be true.

It's as if existence itself has returned to nothing.

The skin stands up all at once.

I can't feel anything. I can't even sense its existence. But Baekgongdo is definitely here.

Perfect harmony.

Literally blended into nature.

How can you deal with a flying sword in this state?

Moreover, Baek Gong-do's current sword is undoubtedly stronger than any sword he's ever had before. It was hard enough to block a visible sword, so now he has to block an even stronger sword that can't be seen or felt?

'No matter how much I do, it's too much.'

I think I know why the Formless Sword is called the Tip of the Sword.

This is beyond my brother.

That's what melting means. All swords follow a certain flow. The reason we can predict the next sword is because the previous swords had a certain flow.

But free from the black current that cannot be seen or felt.

At any moment, a magic sword might pop out in front of you, a magic sword might flow out, or a magic sword might aim at you.

‘It’s a ten thousand swords… … .’

I think I know.

Why is the intangible the perfect form of the ten thousand swords?

If someone else had reached the realm of the Invisible Sword, they wouldn't have felt this way. Even if it was unseen and unperceived, they could still predict the attack coming.

But it wasn't Baek Gong-do.

His sword contained every sword technique in the world. Therefore, it was impossible to predict which sword would suddenly spring forth. Even before reaching the Formless Realm, Baekgongdo was already incredibly powerful. But now, Baekgongdo had reached the Formless Realm.

invincibility.

Invincible.

Anyone can't help but think of those words.

But Wei Yanhu was not shaken.

Can't see it. Can't feel it.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't 'exist'.

'You don't understand.'

It makes no sense.

No matter how much we enter the intangible realm, no matter how powerful the Ten Thousand Swords become, their fundamental nature remains unchanged. Becoming stronger and more exceptional doesn't mean they're more "perfect."

At the point where you aim for a perfect and complete sword, the sword is already a failed sword.

Wi Yeon-ho slowly opens his eyes.

His eyes are cast low, showing not a shred of emotion, not a shred of agitation.

Wi Yeon-ho's sword, which was staring ahead with cold eyes, trembled slightly.

No, I wasn't nervous.

Slowly, very slowly, as if moving, as if not moving at all.

Stillness in motion.

There is movement in the tip of the still sword.

A sword that exists but does not exist, and a sword that moves but does not move.

The swords of contradiction point at each other.

And then one moment.

Wei Yanho's eyes lit up.

“That’s because it’s meaningless.”

light.

A small light appears on the tip of Wei Yanhu's sword.

Light spreads everywhere it can reach. Nothing in the world can escape light. Darkness only makes the light shine brighter.

The tiny light gradually grows in size.

And then soon… … .

It covered the whole world.

Quietly.

What would a world filled with dazzling light look like?

The world is becoming nothing.

A world filled with light was actually connected to a world where nothing existed.

The most dazzling light erases everything in the world.

What then appeared was a world of endless white, a world where all boundaries had collapsed and everything had disappeared.

In front of it, neither the intangible nor the tangible has any meaning.

Baek Gong-do opened his eyes wide as he saw the dazzling light reaching out towards him.

'What is it?'

His black intangible sword.

After suffering and suffering again, and training and training again, I have finally reached this state.

It was a state that he had reached by giving up everything he had and assimilating himself into the world.

But this sword is a perfect, intangible sword.

He was revealing his presence to the entire world. If his sword was a sword that melted into the world, then this sword was a sword that melted the world. It erased everything.

It erases everything that is seen, heard, and even felt.

'This black… … .'

I could tell.

His sword melts into the world. But if the world it melts into disappears, it becomes meaningless. He can melt into anything in the world, but not into Wei Yanhu's sword.

It was perfect.

His sword was perfect.

But it also couldn't be perfect.

To be confident that you can blend into anything in the world, you must also be able to blend into your opponent's sword. However, Wei Yanhu's sword was always changing, transcending his common sense.

The concept of perfection he created is shattered by the tip of Wei Yanho's sword.

All that remained was a shabby sword that had lost its perfection.

But what about Wei Yanho?

His sword is complete in itself.

Don't rely on the world.

That is why I was not shaken by any change.

A sword that never wavers.

Human sword.

And a sword filled with light.

'What, what is this?'

I remember hearing it.

In stories, in legends, and in myths.

A sword that I had heard so much about that I never dared to try.

Yes, it is the Sword Emperor's sword.

Born from the sword, but took a different path from the sword.

When everyone else followed the path of the Ten Thousand Swords, the sword of the one who alone escaped the Ten Thousand Swords and surpassed them.

A sword so great, so dazzling, that no one dared imitate it.

That sword… … .

It was right in front of Baek Gong-do's eyes.

'I see.'

His mind couldn't grasp it, but his soul understood. Why was Wei Yanhu so powerful? How could he surpass even him?

But that is… … .

That's just too… … .

A dazzling light enveloped him.

Neither his sword, nor his body, nor even his soul could overcome the light that filled the world.

The light that covered the world disappears as if it were an illusion.

All that remained was silence.

The center of the world, where the light had disappeared and the world had returned to its original state, was where Wei Yanho and Baek Gongdo stood facing each other.

Wei Yanho's appearance hadn't changed much since the beginning, except for the fact that he was holding his sword hanging down.

But Baek Gong-do's appearance was definitely different from the first time.

His beloved sword was broken in half, and his clothes were torn to shreds.

Although no wounds were visible on his flesh, his pale complexion told of the serious internal injuries he had sustained.

A dark red stream of blood flows from the corner of his mouth.

“This black…….”

Baek Gong-do opened his mouth slightly and closed it again.

I have to ask something.

But where should I start asking?

Baek Gong-do, who had been worrying and worrying, soon figured out what he should ask first.

“Why did I lose?”

“Because I’m weak.”

“Weak?”

"yes."

Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.

“……Are you saying I’m weak?”

From Baek Gong-do's perspective, this was an answer he simply couldn't accept. He had always been strong. He had been strong since birth, and he remains strong even now.

But he is weak.

“It might sound a little strange, but it’s true.”

“……Why?”

“Of all the things my master said to me, I think these words would suit you perfectly.”

Baek Gong-do waited quietly for Wi Yeon-ho to speak.

“Don’t fall into the sword.”

“…….”

A look of doubt appeared in Baek Gong-do's eyes.

“Don’t sink in?”

"Yes. That's right. Well, if I were to paraphrase what Master said, it would be like this. Master's tone is a bit harsh… This isn't something I can easily say indirectly, so please don't think I'm being presumptuous and just listen. So Master said…"

Wi Yeon-ho took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“I don’t listen to a single word of those idiots who talk about the union of the sword and the body, the union of the sword and the body, assimilation, immersion, and the sword being attached to the arm.”

“…….”

Baek Gong-do's eyes widened as if they were going to tear apart.

"It's just a black sword, just a piece of metal. But those who study swordsmanship are talking as if there's something special about the sword itself."

“…….”

"The sword is merely a means to achieve nothingness. There's no need to become obsessed with the sword itself. What you need to achieve isn't mastering the sword perfectly, but becoming stronger. When you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. When you meet the patriarch, kill the patriarch. Don't regard anything as truth. If you're stronger, that's enough."

Baek Gong-do was speechless.

A shock like being struck by lightning shakes him.

"Well, Master, I'm not sure everything you said was true, but that's the gist of it. Master said that even if a mere spearman mastered perfect spearmanship, he wouldn't be able to stop cannons. The important thing isn't perfecting spearmanship, but becoming strong enough to block cannons."

“…….”

"I don't know if the Formless is the perfect sword or not. But dealing with it shouldn't be difficult. You just have to suppress it with more force. If you can dominate the entire range and territory your spirit can extend with more force, then whether it's Formless or Formless won't matter."

"her……."

Baek Gong-do's face flushes.

A swathe of emotions flashed across his face. Having overcome, accepted, and understood all of them, Baek Gong-do finally opened his mouth with a relaxed expression.

"I……."

Hesitation.

quiver.

But soon after, the victory followed.

“I lost.”

It was the moment when the match ended.