Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 721

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Taejonbirok Volume 29, Chapter 21

Chapter 157: The Lazy Man Leaves (1)

It doesn't stop.

Cheonma looked at Wei Yanho, who was pushing forward with his own strength, with extremely heavy eyes.

It doesn't stop.

A halo of light, seemingly about to go out at any moment, was approaching him, wading through a torrent of tension that even the Heavenly Horse himself could not guarantee whether it would be able to withstand.

That light is death.

It might be a beacon of hope for everyone in the world, but to him it was a symbol of death.

However, the emotion that Cheonma felt as he watched the death was not hatred or fear.

'Why?'

This is heartbreaking.

And it's vague.

and…….

Yes, it's sad.

At the sight of Wei Yanho approaching him, intent on killing him, Cheonma felt an indescribable sadness. Perhaps this sadness was even greater than the sadness of the day when the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools were engulfed in bloodshed.

kid.

Little child.

It seemed as if a toddler, just learning to walk, was crawling towards him across a floor full of blades.

Even though he bursts into tears and throws a tantrum, he doesn't stop crawling.

'Don't come.'

I can't look at it.

I just couldn't stand watching.

Wi Yeon-ho would know too.

Cheonma can't chase Wei Yanho. If Wei Yanho turns and runs away even now, Cheonma will never look for him again.

Because Cheonma and Wiyeonho are both tired of looking at each other. They can't look at each other because it's too sad and sorrowful. If they just want to distance themselves, they can.

'Why then!'

Why doesn't it stop?

why!

The tension emanating from the Heavenly Horse added momentum. The unprecedented strength within him pushed Wei Yanhu back without leaving any room for strength.

It's a funny sight.

It's the natural order of things: the weak push the strong out, and the strong try to reach out to the weak. But now, Cheonma was pushing Wei Yanhu out, and Wei Yanhu was advancing on Cheonma.

Even though they are full of murderous intent and are using all their strength to kill each other, they cannot hide their pity for each other.

'I just… … .'

I just wanted revenge.

In a harsh world, a world that took everything away from him.

But to get revenge, he must kill the only person in the world who understands him.

Where can you find such a dog-like fate?

– Master.

Don't call me that.

– Master.

Don't look at me with those eyes.

I've already given up everything. I have nothing left but revenge.

So don't look at me with those eyes.

'why!'

Why don't you stop?

why!!

Wi Yeon-ho's hand is crushed. The skin bursts, spewing blood, and the bones break.

His arm, torn open to reveal the bones, desperately clutched the sword, which seemed poised to fall off at any moment. Wei Yanho's face, as he walked forward, tears of blood streaming down his face, bore neither murderous intent nor hatred.

Just pitiful.

The sight of Wei Yanho staring blankly at him was pushing emotions into him that he had never experienced in hundreds of years.

“Why don’t you stop?”

― Because that can't be possible.

“Why don’t you stop?”

―Because that’s what the master wants.

"why!"

―Because I can't just watch.

“…….”

―Because it's so pathetic and pitiful, I can't just watch. I have to end it.

I think I can hear Wei Yanho's voice.

― Because that is what I must do as Master’s disciple.

Fate is… … .

Sometimes it's so coincidental.

That day.

If Baek Mu-han hadn't created the cave, built the inner altar, and left it there.

If only I hadn't wasted all my energy trying to push my inner self into it, even if I had created an inner self.

The fate of that day might have changed.

Baek Mu-han would have easily defeated the combined attacks of the Gupailbang and brought them to justice. The world might have been washed in blood, or perhaps he would have simply laughed it off as a simple provocation.

One in any form… … .

It wouldn't have been like this.

It wouldn't have looked like this dog.

Baek Muhan became a heavenly horse, and Man-geom disappeared from the world.

I lost everything.

one…….

The price he paid for everything he had is now approaching him.

That's fate.

If you take something, you have to give something back.

His disciple, who has inherited everything from him over three hundred years, is now leading him to his final destination.

I have never accepted fate.

He has always rejected the fate given to him.

but…….

What a coincidence.

Because I can't look coldly at the result of a twisted fate.

One step.

Wi Yeon-ho takes a step closer to him.

It was as if the long space-time of three hundred years was narrowing down, so slowly, yet so clearly.

If you watch closely, it seems like it's approaching slowly, but if you look back, it's approaching quickly.

Like time that cannot be stopped.

Like an unstoppable fate.

'What was it for?'

All that time.

All that pain.

What on earth was it for?

How can you destroy the world when you can't even take away a single life that stands in your way?

Was it determination that was lacking?

otherwise…….

Cheonma bit his lips tightly.

'I can't stop.'

Now his life is beyond his control.

All that remains here is a mere shell. Only the will of the man once known as Baek Muhan remains, motivating this mere shell.

He is not allowed to think, feel, or turn around for himself.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The tension is released explosively.

This power!

This great power!

To gain this power, capable of defeating even his past self, Cheonma endured three hundred years. He endured the agony of his soul, unable to hold onto his body, scattering dozens of times a day.

Holding on to memories that have faded and disappeared, and missing names whose faces I can no longer recall… … .

I held on and held on.

That's the power I gained.

That power is now destroying Wei Yanhu.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The power that should have shattered the world, the power that should have brought him relief, is now causing him unbearable pain.

'I am…….'

It releases tension.

Push away the approaching person.

Push and push again.

Like a person terrified.

What he fears is not the death that Wei Yanhu will bring. What he fears is simply… … .

just…….

It doesn't get pushed out.

A force powerful enough to shatter the world is unleashed. The terrain from when the battle first began is nowhere to be found. Shattered crust creates mountains, and lava flows across the ravaged earth.

The sky turned black and rain poured down, and the people who filled the earth were swept away.

And yet… … .

That little kid won't stop.

Even if the body is torn as if it had been mangled and spurts blood, even if the flesh is torn to shreds and the bones are exposed and rattle.

I take a step with my feet crushed.

I can't stand to watch.

I'd rather close my eyes.

But the Heavenly Horse cannot close its eyes. To take its eyes off that small body is a sin greater than any other.

purple.

How can you take your eyes off that sight?

Who dares?

Who would dare take their eyes off it?

It flows in.

Wei Yanho's heart, Wei Yanho's will, and Wei Yanho's feelings.

Now, riding on a sword whose form cannot even be found, riding on his power, he rushes towards him.

What did you see?

What did that child see in him that made him follow him so blindly?

If that's what Baek Muhan gave to that child… … .

If it was what he had in the past… … .

Is there still some of that left in him now?

If he were to go back in time now… … .

Could it be possible to move someone with something other than a sword then?

Like that kid now?

It's useless.

It's useless.

And it was too late.

Still.

And yet… … .

“AA …

A sound bursts out, either a scream, a shout, or a shriek.

Wi Yeon-ho's body is torn apart.

The soul of the Heavenly Horse is torn apart.

The power of the Heavenly Demon destroys Wei Yanhu's body, and Wei Yanhu's black Heavenly Demon soul destroys it.

One step.

One more step.

Wi Yeon-ho approaches Cheonma.

A time that feels like an eon.

Three hundred years is a fleeting time.

That long, long time wasn't this long. Just watching them take a single step makes me feel like my soul is fading and scattering.

What makes that child tick?

Reason has already been surpassed.

Even if I die, I should have already died. The limitations of the body have long since expired. All that remains is will.

'Is it the way of the heart?'

The realm he was trying to achieve.

A state where the mind dominates the body.

Even that is a realm that cannot be reached until the end.

A state where a blind and unquestioning mind transcends nothingness.

'What does it mean?'

Whatever that realm is, what does it mean?

There is only one thing that has meaning.

It's just that Wei Yanhu is approaching him.

Beyond the time that would make the soul fade, beyond the power to destroy the world… … .

The little boy is coming towards him.

And finally… … .

Damn it.

Wi Yeon-ho pushed his way in front of his three generals.

Kwaaaa …

The closer you get, the more pressure you feel.

His arms, swaying and swinging like reeds in a typhoon, are pitiful. But Wei Yanho's hand, now gripping only the hilt of the broken sword, no longer bladed, never lets go.

One step.

Wood thud!

My fingers are ripped off.

The sword's handle is broken and crushed.

But Wei Yanhu was holding a sword.

One more step.

The shape of the sword completely disappears.

Nevertheless, Wei Yanhu holds the sword.

A non-existent sword is held in Wei Yanhu's hand.

There was nothing there, but there was definitely a sword there.

Buck!

The sound of your feet stepping out sounds like thunder.

The toes, flesh torn off and reduced to nothing but bone, pressed against the floor, while the legs, cut and torn to rags, supported the body. Following behind was the upper body, a mangled mess, ready to spill its entrails at any moment… … .

Now there is only one eye left… … .

Shed tears.

Damn it.

The last footsteps were a little quiet.

Unlike before, a foot landed gently. That foot completely narrowed the distance between Wi Yeon-ho and Cheonma.

A long way.

A long journey.

After eons of time, Wei Yanhu finally reached Cheonma.

The light is no longer visible.

The sea of river water that had been pouring down like a waterfall disappeared as if washed away.

Silence falls.

It seems like the world has disappeared and only Wei Yanhu and Cheonma remain.

In that lonely world, Wei Yanhu and Cheonma looked at each other.

“Master…….”

A voice mixed with tears flows out.

“Master, I…….”

Wei Yanho smiled softly.

A messed up face.

A ghostly face covered in blood.

But Cheonma swore he had never seen such a beautiful smile before.

It was a smile so warm that he wouldn't trade it for any memory he had.

“My master is the best in the world.”

Slow gestures.

Wei Yanho's hand, grasping the air, which was neither a sword nor anything else, moved very slowly. It was a playful gesture, like a child's.

But Cheonma couldn't take his eyes off that gesture.

and…….

That gesture that seemed like it couldn't ring anything…

Even the soul of the sad giant who groaned at the world and tried to destroy it… … .

I threw it away.