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When you get drunk on a starry night
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Sword, axe, and crescent sword.
These are the sharp objects that the common people of the Demon Realm consider closer than a pickaxe.
Unlike the South, they did not try to block the ‘doors’, so their lifestyle included raising the roofs of their houses sharply to ward off the occasional strange birds that flew in from the sky.
All the pavilions are like swords.
And the place with the most swords in the Demon Realm was the capital city, Heukdo.
From the Juyongguan section of the Great Wall above Beijing, a large city appears with a dark hue, stretching about three thousand li to the northeast.
It was full of exotic culture and customs as vast as the distance.
However, the ruler’s palace was covered with an elegant octagonal roof in the architectural style of the Ming Dynasty, and the darkness that filled its interior was as black as the south.
Heukdo Palace.
It was the palace of the greatest king in the North.
“Namje, the construction of the drinking party has been completed.”
A voice that casually violated the residence of the one who would become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. It was a voice that had been distorted by internal energy, and only if you listened very closely could you tell that it was a woman’s voice.
“Now?”
The darkness rippled at the male emperor’s question.
It is a space where you cannot see where he is sitting or where the throne is located.
A sight of one’s body immersed in the abyss. Just by practicing martial arts, the night sky was brought into the palace in broad daylight.
But the woman’s answer was peaceful.
“Something unexpected happened.”
“Yes, now that I look at it, I see. The first person in the West has suffered an internal injury.”
The gentleman who spoke slowly added a short question.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. If it doesn’t have a big impact on Dafa, then that’s enough. Just tell me how long it will take.”
“Twice a fortnight.”
The famous cult leader, Socheonmujeok, continues speaking nonchalantly.
“It’s the time it takes for the Sulsikjin to gather enough natural energy. Your clan’s fighting god will appear under the full moon that rises and falls twice.”
“That’s true. That’s good.”
It was good. It was a rare compliment from a male emperor. It was because he took everything seriously as someone who would ascend to the throne in the future.
“When the God of War returns, everything will be over.”
He spoke slowly.
“The Ming imperial family is so obsessed with strengthening the imperial power that they are holding onto the shaman Jang Mun-in in a desperate manner, and the Lord of the Imperial Palace will be killed by the tree with legs and the crown prince of the Dali state within a year.”
“I’m not interested, so just provide me with the Dharma treasure. No one in the world has ever handled this level of energy.”
The work of manifesting the spirit of the North.
The situation is different from that of the southern martial artists who use the branches of the Cheonhamok tree as a medium to travel between their sects and ‘mun’.
Although Iphwangseong and Gupa received support from the Ming Dynasty, Socheonmujeok was on the verge of calling for a suicide mission in the wilderness where there was nothing.
How long has Ma Kyung been looking down on the Ming Dynasty? Twice a fortnight is no different from a moment.
That was a matter between nations.
The man asked.
“Are you not thinking of forming a marriage alliance with me?”
“what?”
“Qualification is inherited. My descendants must be stronger than the Ming imperial family.”
The invincible presence of Socheon suddenly disappeared.
As if it wasn’t worth responding to.
The next moment, there was a voice from outside, as if waiting for her to leave. It was Namje’s confidant.
“your majesty.”
“Speak.”
“I have a report that the gates of the fortress have opened. They say they are advancing immediately.”
“Shin Geum-dan?”
“Yes.”
“Seomye’s body is not in perfect condition. The Night Sky Sword will die soon. It must be the subordinates’ arbitrary decision.”
“I estimate there are two transcendent beings of the level of the Northern King, at least ten black great warriors, and over four hundred elite martial artists… They are truly overwhelming. It is impossible for a single force to stand against them…”
“This is very emotional behavior. Find out what the reason is. I will respond.”
“yes!”
The presence of the luggage disappeared.
Soon after, the voice of the Southern Emperor enters the distant sound cave. Whipoongnyeong (暉風靈). The sound transmission space of the Northern Kings of the Chintu Shinpa.
―Comrades, I tell you this. When the full moon breaks twice, the God of War will return. Everyone, rise up and come here.
Now, the only thing left in the room as dark as night was the sound of Namje’s laughter.
Black Palace. Darkness without stars.
-It is the last Naadam (festival).
The story of the male emperor, which was no different from an order, seeped into the night when nothing existed.
Wooooow!
Immediately, the darkness was filled with voices returning from all over the vast magical realm. It was the voices of the northern kings, regardless of whether the new country was called Jin or Daecheong.
Everyone is grabbing and eating each other.
To end the hell of famine.
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All the absolute rulers who were to participate in the founding of the Qing Dynasty responded.
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A place where dozens of stones, each containing its own light, roll around. A halo of light illuminates the place like stars.
It is stuck to the ceiling, walls, and floor so that it is difficult to tell up, down, left, and right.
A dark and gloomy world.
All the passages in the cave are as wide as a small market street.
Although it would be difficult to imagine such a size and quality of magic even for a wealthy sect, there was generally nothing impossible under the name of a famous religion.
This is because it is a place that pursues strength in the secular world, even though it has a reputation on par with the Cheonha Gongbu Shaolin and the Wan Geum Go Hu Nam Mu Dang.
The most powerful religion of the world.
You cannot help but have both martial arts and wealth and honor.
This was the reason why the two hundred or so sectarians who had gathered in the huge cave at that moment looked oppressive and wealthy.
Most of them wore clothes of soft ebony or gorgeous white silk.
Despite living in an underground cave during a time of great famine, their smooth and fine skin stood out. Along with the dark haze they were giving off.
bang!
“What is that?!”
A short, lanky monk who joined the group late points to a place.
At this moment, what the disciples in the hall were facing was a pile of stones that had completely blocked off what had been a wide road like a barrier.
One of the men answered.
“There was an incident of Gwangchang (光槍) at Sungnye Samjunggung Palace. On his way to Bukmyeongbogo, he collapsed the ceiling and built a defensive wall as you can see.”
“The three greatest masters of the imperial family…? I thought the walls were thick!”
The beard of a man with an unusually stocky build, but as short as a ten-year-old child, is distorted.
Meanwhile, a pair of large hatchets hung on either side of his thick waist, their sharp silvery sheen gleaming as if they had just been made.
“Your Majesty, welcome back.”
The middle-aged man at the forefront of the followers greets the short man.
He was the Cheokhwajon who had previously said that he would destroy the skull of the Shingeomdanju, and was one of the three Hwangmyeongjon who led the three front lines of the Ming religion.
“I was afraid that if we set out, even the Bukmyeong Report would collapse. Yongmyeongjon, you should do it.”
A voice brimming with power.
The sage had his long arms hanging down like a monkey’s, staring blankly at the stone wall through which Jeongyeonshin and her party had disappeared.
Likewise, Yungmyeongjon, the first of the Samhwangmyeongjon, looked up at Cheokhwajon with arrogance.
“North Korea’s report? What nonsense are you talking about when it’s already collapsed?”
“Isn’t there a whole bunch of elixirs that the cult leader has collected? After the matter is settled, if there is even one intact one, it is right to find it.”
The dwarf and the monkey.
The name given to Yongmyeongjon and Cheokhwajon by the great sect leader Socheonmujeok, and the two great sects gladly accepted the nicknames she gave them, regardless of their own dignified status.
“Your Majesty?”
In response to Yongmyeongjon’s question, Cheokhwajon pointed upward.
“As soon as the way was blocked, he went up to the upper altar. With the intention of killing the pagans for sure.”
“Are you sure you can kill him? How?”
“He told the horse to stop the magic for a moment and that he would accept its power for a while. In case we fail.”
“The ground will collapse! This underground cavern was maintained in its original form thanks to the cult leader’s drinking ritual. If it weren’t for that, it would have collapsed long ago! It couldn’t have existed properly in the first place!”
“That’s what I’m aiming for.”
“what?”
“The enemy is all a peerless master. No matter how exhausted they are, isn’t it hard to be sure that they won’t come up with a method we can’t imagine? If we can destroy part of this underground cavern and kill all three at once, wouldn’t that be a better deal?”
Before he knew it, Chukhwajon was raising his long arms to the left and right. It was the flag-raising ceremony of the ‘Yojo Bukmyeongdaenai (嶢祖 北冥大挪移)’, known as the guardian deity of Ming Buddhism.
The miracle of Ihwajeopmok, famous for not being pushed aside by the Taegeukmumaek of the non-partisan faction.
“Let’s see how it goes. If you break through that wall, I’ll neutralize all of the enemy’s defenses. If you can somehow ward off just one attack… the rest will be resolved through wheeled combat.”
“hmm.”
The short man, Yongmyeongjon, did not babble any longer. The next moment, the two axes hanging on his waists on either side began to rotate on their own.
Secret techniques of the Divine Power.
A small universe in reverse.
Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A gust of wind blew beneath my feet like the flapping of a phoenix’s wings. The dust and dirt that had been drifting along with the halo of the night sky were all pushed away.
A divine skill that maliciously exploits the gaps in all things.
The Iron Clan Ganghoin is good at destroying martial arts. This is because he is good at observing the knot.
If a person like that had mastered the reverse heavenly scriptures of the Myunggyo from birth and reached the state of unity of spirit and energy, he would inevitably become the leader of a large military force.
“New Sword Master.”
The dwarf’s name was cracked.
“There are many names associated with our school.”
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The wind was loud.
It was something that came from nowhere.
It was hard to tell whether it was the famous bloodline behind Jeongyeonshin’s back, inside his body, or the storm that blew into his consciousness. It could have been all of them.
How much time has passed?
Woohoo!
The black wheel surrounding the heart is rapidly becoming complete. Even if it were Jeongyeonshin, it would take a year to create a halo to use properly.
Ascension. Literally, ascension.
Even though the original two-layer halo had faded, a black halo that had been inflated in size could now take the place of the original halo.
‘why….’
At that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s eyes became tense.
Why the third halo?
From the perspective of Jin-gi, who flows naturally like the wind of nature, it would have been easier to restore the originally thick wheels.
Black halo.
It is much more difficult to greatly expand something that was originally lacking.
This is because the body and energy want to maintain their original state. So, for Jeong Yeon-shin, it was an absurdly good thing.
But I’m not happy. I can’t smile.
Swish.
Before he knew it, he had turned around and was holding the swordsman in his arms, just before the old swordsman collapsed.
The point of blood was of little use to the great master of Jeonggadonggong, and the peerless swordsman who was a former ronin achieved all his goals against Jeongyeonshin in that moment alone.
The only martial arts leader in the world, Geumseong Hyeonso Baek, was someone who could do that.
Woof!
At that moment, a halo of light enveloped the heart of the new sword master. Inside, extremely small swords flowed like a cluster of stars. It felt that way because the grains of true energy were large.
This was because it was not something that Jeongyeonshin had built on her own, but rather something that came from the power of others. It meant that the power of the battle was successful. With an overwhelming degree of perfection that was almost impossible to explain.
“why….”
Jeongyeonshin stomped her feet in place.
bang!
Six steps with wings.
Originally, it was a retreat technique that seemed to turn back time, but Jeongyeonshin was not pushed back. Time did not go back either.
He is not a dead god. Her Gongwolmu was her own. It is the same even if Jeongyeonshin is the most overwhelming martial artist of all time.
He was a mayfly who had a hard time fully observing the life of even a single civilian.
Boom! Boom!
Jeong Yeon-shin finally kicked his feet like a boy his age. The world he faced after coming out to the world of martial arts was too big. There was nothing he could do.
“why…!”
Phew!
The wind rushes in, drawing a dark spiral with the soles of the feet raised again.
All of Cheonmabigo’s martial arts were mixed into the current state of consciousness. They were the essences of magic that had been floating around Jeongyeonshin’s subconscious until just before.
That cloud of footsteps matched the most destructive moment of the Shingeomdanju’s life.
Bam!
As soon as it struck, it transformed into a shock wave that completely shattered the nearby massive stone wall.
“What the…!”
The terrified Aung-gong jumped up to the ceiling. This was because the pressure that was too much to handle even with a self-defense weapon was pushing in from all directions.
The seven steps of the wing.
It was created at this moment. It was a sweeping law.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwang―!
A gust of wind blew in, accompanied by shards of shattered rock. Of course, the mouth of the dwarf who was approaching Jeong Yeon-shin’s group opened.
“Gunrimbo…?”
Jeez, jeez!
As if by magic, the axes held in the dwarf’s two hands spun around dizzyingly.
In the dark cave, a loud noise is heard as the rock fragments are thrown away. Even in the midst of chaos, it is a graceful weapon technique, like carving a statue. The trajectories of the axe swings are beautifully distorted.
Ju Gwang Shingae, who was looking down at the scene from Eunggong’s back like a bat, shouted.
“Among the Three Emperors, he is the Yongmyeongjon! As someone who has mastered the Small Universe Reverse Heavenly Scripture, he must not perform the same ritual more than twice…!”
The eight steps of a winged horse.
Phew! Phew!
As I struck the ground, I heard the sound of skin being ripped off. The three hundred or so cult members who had been surrounding me were lifted into the air.
His head shot up as if he had been hit in the jaw by an invisible kick.
“… … !”
There were also dwarves and monkeys inside, but before they could even begin a counterattack in the realm of the Three Flowers and the Drift, another loud noise erupted.
Quagagagagagak!
Jeongyeonshin’s footsteps swept across the floor. The swordsmen’s axes that had fallen on the ground followed the trajectory and rose up, turning into dark raindrops.
A rain of flowers filling the sky.
It was pouring rain ahead.
Pubbubububububu!
Blood-red flowers bloomed in front, accompanied by the sound of hundreds of layers of leather being pierced, burst, and torn apart.
The bodies of those who had briefly appeared were thrown around in the blood. It took only a blink of an eye for them all to be reduced to rags and laid on the cave floor.
The humidity in the cave suddenly thickened. This was because the Mancheonhwawoo had rubbed the self-defense techniques of the Ming cult members in an instant.
“… … .”
The silence was mixed with the damp air.