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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 12
Chapter 150: The Lazy Man, Falling Down (2)
Plum blossoms are fluttering.
The sword master's heart was filled with sorrow.
volcano.
This is a volcano.
The place where he had lived his entire life, and where he thought he would live his entire life. That volcano was now stained with blood.
'It's fleeting.'
Ultimately, the goal is to let go of attachment.
Life and death are one and the same. When we let go of attachment to all things of this world and follow the natural course of things, the Way reveals itself.
The swordsman was feeling it at this very moment.
'I am a person who cannot become a Taoist.'
Can't throw it away.
I can't throw away even a single one.
The Sword King could not give up even a single blade of grass or piece of stone from the volcano.
How can I put it down?
The volcano is his everything, and everything about him is a volcano.
Telling him to give up on the volcano was no different from telling him to give up his entire life.
'Put it down?'
It's just an obsession.
The volcano, his life, even his will to live—they're all just attachments. Haven't we heard and learned countless times that we must let go of all attachments to move forward?
It struck me as ironic that, despite pursuing the Tao his entire life, he couldn't let go of his obsession until the very end. What was the Taoist path he had walked thus far?
'Let go.'
What I caught, what I held.
The swordsman ended up laughing.
'Isn't telling someone not to be obsessed also an obsession?'
It might be sophistry. It might just be a desperate attempt to defend myself for being uncharacteristically obsessed with volcanoes until the very last moment.
The darkness is coming.
I don't feel like I'm illiterate.
Just the power to destroy the world.
He is so helpless against that mighty force, his existence so insignificant.
one…….
He has no need to fight back.
'I wonder if I'm putting too much burden on the child.'
There is no need to think too much.
Distracting thoughts dull the sword.
There is only one thing he must do.
Putting one's life into one sword.
I will be able to go before the King of Hell and proudly say that my last sword was a sword without regrets.
His sword swings slowly.
'It's winter.'
A freezing cold winter.
The volcano will face a long winter from now on.
But that's okay.
Even in winter, plum blossoms bloom. Having survived the long, cold winter, plum blossoms will bloom even more splendidly and beautifully than before.
The sword blooms petals.
The tip of the sword turns into a flower.
The strong waves that came crashing in made the plum blossoms bloom even more splendidly.
The sword becomes a plum blossom.
The plum blossom becomes a sword.
And soon, even the swordsmanship turned into fluttering plum blossom petals, covering the sky.
'It's dark.'
The swordsman's mind became calm.
A mighty darkness.
The darkness is so strong.
But it is so powerful that it can never be stopped by the power of the sword.
But the swordsman wasn't worried.
'In the end, it's just the Taegeuk.'
If there is great darkness, there must also be great light. Such is the way of the world. If there is an infinitely powerful darkness, there must also be light to overcome it.
Yin cannot exist without yang, and yang cannot exist without yin.
Isn't that the Taegeuk?
The sad thing is that the power of light to confront darkness is still weak. So, he has only one task: to protect the light that has not yet fully blossomed.
'Heavenly Horse.'
The sword of the swordsman was slowly aimed forward.
'What are you so sad about?'
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The swordsman could feel it.
Everyone may call Cheonma the devil, but the blows that fly towards him evoke a variety of emotions.
Anger, and hostility.
A thick, thick hatred that seemed like it would destroy everything in the world.
But Geomseon did not miss the single strand of sorrow that was melted deep within that hatred.
'If you turn your head, there is peace.'
The sight of the swordsman reconciling with the plum blossoms entered his eyes.
He endured so much throughout his life, and at the last moment, he seemed to have reached the state he had longed for.
Geomseon closed his eyes.
It will turn around and become the Taegeuk.
The world still flows on. Compared to the mighty flow of life, life and death are mere fleeting moments. We simply float along with that flow.
Black and white aura flows from his sword.
A swirling sword of yin and yang.
The Taegeuk (Great Ultimate) that appeared at the tip of the sword met the Cheonma's waves that poured down like angry waves.
The two old men's swords clashed with the demonic energy that had appeared.
The plum blossoms were incomparably gorgeous, and the Taegeuk was incomparably magnificent.
It was a sword that was not ashamed of its name, Geomjon, and Geomseon, a sword that proved its own name and life.
But even that sword couldn't reach the power of the Heavenly Demon.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!
The three figures are thrown out with a loud noise that seems to shatter the world.
“Yeonhoyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The desperate voice of the wise man echoed throughout the volcano.
He clearly saw the sight of Wei Yanho flying away, blood spraying into his eyes.
“Now is the time!”
Wi Jeong-han flew without a word.
We must stop it. And we must escape. We must survive Wei Yanhu and descend the volcano.
That was the best and only thing that the wise man could do at the moment.
His legs kicked the floor and cut through the air.
And at that moment, it wasn't just Wei Zheng who flew away.
The sight of long-legged men flying in from across the street came into his eyes.
Those who exchanged glances in the air flew straight toward Wei Yanhu. Wei Zhenghan, the first to arrive, snatched Wei Yanhu from the ground before he could even examine its details. No, he tried to snatch it.
“Stop.”
But his intention was not achieved.
The moment he heard the low, resonant voice, his body refused to will and froze like a stone statue.
Cold sweat runs down the back of Wi Jeong-han's neck.
'So you're saying you're dealing with someone like this?'
I didn't even make a threat.
It wasn't like I was pressuring him by emitting energy.
He simply ordered them to stop, his words flowing. But even that alone prevented Wi Jeong-han from daring to move.
The moment he moved even a single finger, he felt a premonition that not only he but also Wei Yanhu would be turned to dust, suffocating him.
Wi Jeong-han slowly turned his head.
Stomach coral.
A heavenly horse in the form of his son, Wisanho, slowly walks towards him.
'you…….'
I think I understand now.
'You tried to stop this, Red-eyed.'
Now I understand why Jeokmukwoo, the greatest mine in the world, was always so oppressed by something, and why he had to gamble with his own fate.
That is despair in human form.
It might be possible before it descends, but once it does, no one can stop that demon.
'I couldn't stop it.'
It was a sad thing.
Despite Red Eyes's life-threatening attempts to stop him, Weishanho was ultimately seized by Cheonma. He then descended upon this world, casting darkness upon the world.
He had seen this sight twenty years ago.
“Fuck.”
Jang-il raised his hand and hit his own face.
Only then, as if coming to his senses, did Jang Il block Wi Yeon-ho's path. At the same time, Peng Do-geuk, Musan, and even Zhuge Liang all stood in his way, clutching his trembling legs.
Cheonma looked at the scene with a strange look.
“Are you trying to stop me?”
A smile appeared on Cheonma's lips.
It was a situation where laughter would have been expected, but that smile was not a laughter at all.
“I’m curious.”
The horse stopped walking.
"You know this too. No matter how much that child grows, he'll never be able to reach me. You're capable of understanding that."
“…….”
Everyone gritted their teeth and glared at Cheonma.
“Why do you do that?”
Cheonma asked again calmly.
"Saving that child by risking your life won't change anything. Even saving that child right here, right now, is impossible. So I ask you: Why didn't you run away and stand in his way?"
No one could answer.
It's not that I'm at a loss for words. It's because someone else has already answered.
“Isn’t it funny that the Heavenly Demon asks that question?”
The horse's head slowly turned.
Step by step.
A man walks slowly and blocks the path of the Wei Yanhos and Cheonma.
A subtle displeasure appeared on Cheonma's face.
“Are you going to give that answer?”
"no."
The one who blocked their path was the Dancheon Sword and Baek Gong Do.
Baek Gong-do slowly nodded his head.
“I am simply pointing out the contradiction of the Heavenly Horse.”
"contradiction?"
“Yes, it is a contradiction.”
Baek Gong-do looked at Cheon Ma quietly and then opened his mouth.
“If you don’t understand their actions, then don’t you also not understand the actions of the Heavenly Demon?”
“What does that mean?”
“Why have you been suffering so much for so long?”
“…….”
“Because I lost something I shouldn’t have lost.”
“……Shut your mouth.”
"no."
Baek Gong-do shakes his head.
“Even if you beat me to death, I cannot back down.”
“How dare you!”
Baek Gong-do laughed in vain.
"It was too late, too late. It was too late to realize it. And even when I realized it, I couldn't face it. I was too afraid, too helpless."
Baek Gong-do's gaze scanned the fallen people.
Wi Yeon-ho and Geom-seon are barely holding on to their breath.
And the sword spirit that had lost its breath.
How could they stand against the Heavenly Demon?
To one so powerful and so terrifying.
'I've endured it my whole life, but it's still so lacking.'
No one in the world can blame him.
The moment Baek Mu-han appeared before him, who had lived with nothing but hatred for the world of martial arts, his life was already decided.
I am not ashamed of anyone.
The only thing to be ashamed of is yourself.
“What is wrong is wrong.”
“Hey you!”
"Your revenge cannot be justified. If you wanted revenge, you should have done it to those who committed it then."
“…….”
"From the moment you tried to exact blood money from those innocent descendants, you were no longer Baek Mu-han. You were nothing more than a Cheonma. A bloodthirsty Mine. No longer worthy of the title of Sword Emperor!"
The Heavenly Horse's eyes sank coldly.
“So you’re going to stop me too?”
“It’s not me.”
"then?"
"It's not me, but Baekgeomseong and the Mangeombaekga who will stop you. That's how Baekgeomseong, who cannot distinguish right from wrong and is trapped in the past, atones for his sins to the world."
“Hahahahahahaha.”
Cheonma laughed loudly.
“Hahahahaha.”
As if feeling empty.
“I guided you just because you were related by blood, but now you want to inherit the master.”
“……Ancestor.”
Baek Gong-do shook his head.
“You are so twisted.”
“Maybe so.”
Black magic flows out from Cheonma's body.
"It's bound to be twisted. Anyone in my situation would be twisted. Even their soul would be tainted."
A storm of magic covers the sky.
"Then stop me. Prove to me that you can stop me. Otherwise, the blood of the Baek family will be cut off here today!"
Baek Gong-do shouted in a boiling voice.
“Sword of the Hundred Schools! Defeat the evil ones!”
“Choooooooooooo!”
A huge roar rang out from beneath the mountain, and swordsmen in pure white uniforms began to rise to the summit.