A Regressor’s Tale of Cultivation

Chwaaaa-

I feel the power of the Radiance Mantra that has been confining me all this time scattering away.

The Underworld’s authority of Cycle of Reincarnation crushes and extinguishes the authority of Regression.

At the same time, the spacetime suppression that the Radiance Mantra presides over.

That is, I feel the law that restricts spacetime movement of [all existences except light] in this world breaking apart.

Now, if anyone only has the capability, they can leap across spacetime and go to the past.

Of course, it is hard for an ordinary existence, and one must be at least at the level of a Supreme Deity of the Earth Tribe pathway.

As long as there is no restriction from the Radiance Mantra, someone like me who is Immortal Beast King, or the Underworld, or the Heavenly Venerable of Time can regress by their own will.

But…

If I do not regress by my own will,

I will never come back to life.

:: Seo Eun-hyun. Since the Radiance Mantra is broken…let us begin the clean-up. ::

The Underworld speaks to me.

I squeeze out my last remaining strength.

:: I, by the authority of the Immortal Beast King, declare… : :

My singe utterance resounds through the Sumeru Three Heavens Great Thousand World.

And the Heavenly Venerable of the Underworld, who carries countless spirits, begins to move their Gandhara.

:: I, in the name of the [oldest Earth Immortal]…::

Kugugugugu!!!

At the Underworld’s single utterance, the Sumeru Three Heavens Great Thousand World begins to quake and tremble.

Immediately after, Yeong Seung, who has been on standby, appears.

Yeong Seung borrows the power of the Source River that has been subsumed by the Artificial Gandhara, and, temporarily borrowing the power of the Northern Dipper Sealing Immortal Flag from me, creates a gigantic structure centered around himself.

A celestial sphere of starlight in which countless needles and mechanical devices interweave.

From Yeong Seung’s body, the will of the Heavenly Venerable of Time settles, and declares an utterance.

:: I, the God Calendrical Methods, by the authority of the Owner of Passing Time, declare… ::

The Immortal Beast King.

The Highest Earth Immortal.

The God of Time.

As the powers and agreements of the three existences overlap, a point in the past falls into our grasp.

As the authorities of three Governing Immortals at the Heavenly Venerable level overlap, the world is rewritten.

By the authorities of the three Imperial Venerables,

History begins to rewind.

Now that the Radiance Mantra has vanished,

The time of the Sumeru Three Heavens Great Thousand World is regressed by the three Imperial Venerables.

To commemorate the existences that, influenced by my fight with the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, met a regrettable annihilation.

It is a regression carried out to give back the lives and homelands of mortal beings.

Although existences above Quasi-Immortal are not affected by the regression, and those at the Sacred Vessel stage and the Star Shattering stage would feel a sense of dissonance…

Mortal beings below that will receive, without any side effect, as compensation for being unfairly swept up and killed by the battle of transcendents, the gift of a new life.

Kugugugugu!!!

Watching history rewind,

Wo-woong!!

I, holding the corpses of Hong Fan and the Five Desires Chain in my arms, begin to walk toward the Seat of the Mountain visible before my eyes.

If we recklessly turn back time without countermeasures, in the worst-case scenario, something like the Great Mountain Supreme Deity could be born, so I must seize the Seat.

Although he is annihilated, precisely because he is annihilated, what resurrects could be not the Great Mountain Supreme Deity himself, but a Blood Yin-like monster similar to the Great Mountain Supreme Deity.

Such a birth would be an insult even to the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, so I, as the courtesy of a Junior Brother, must seize this Seat.

Countless True Immortals feel time turning back and are taken aback, but even amid that, mountain divine spirits across the world who have been suppressed by the Great Mountain Supreme Deity begin to aim for what I have set before my eyes.

Kugugugugu!!!

Earth Immortals who follow the Immortal Dao of the Mountain yet failed to make a name, hiding in fear of the Great Mountain Supreme Deity.

Heaven Immortals that are mountain divine spirits of Radiance Hall, like Ho Woon, who were prepared as candidates to usurp the Seat of the Great Mountain Supreme Deity in emergencies.

Among them, the mountain divine spirits at the realm of Great Net Immortal all at once attempt advancement to usurp the emptied Mountain Seat.

I look at the sight before my eyes.

The process of seizing the Seat, though it may look ridiculous, looks quite similar to the process of a sperm meeting an egg and fertilizing.

Only the first Great Net Immortal to seat itself on a single Seat becomes the Immortal Lord.

Kugugugugu!

Only, unlike the fertilization of life, even if one becomes an Immortal Lord and grows stronger than others, one continues to be threatened by others.

In my eyes, within the reverse side of the regressing Three Heavens Great Thousand World,

The world inside the Origin Essence of the Mountain, formed by the authority of the Mountain Immortal Dao.

That Immortal Domain is reflected.

The Heaven and Earth Great Immortals who enter the Immortal Domain, including me, number seventeen in total.

Most of them, watching my reaction, set their eyes on the center of the Origin Source of the Mountain.

They covet the origin of the Immortal Dao.

As if communications pass speedily among them, they all at once join hands and begin to oppose me.

From their standpoint, I, who defeated the main body of the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, am the greatest obstacle, so they want to get rid of me, an out-of-standard powerhouse, as quickly as possible, and then fight among themselves who look more or less manageable.

‘I suppose they think it’s worth a try.’

Inside the world of the Origin Essence, inside the Immortal Domain, the laws of the outside hardly apply.

The power of fate and history operates only faintly, and the authorities of other Origin Essences are also halved.

The strongest power within an Origin Essence is only the authority of the Immortal Dao derived from that Origin Essence.

In other words, to seize the Seat, one must fight and win within the interior of this Origin Essence of the Mountain using only the power of the Mountain Immortal Dao and one’s understanding of it.

Thus they believe that my power, armed with all sorts of strange mantras, the authority of the Immortal Beast King, and the power of Martial Pinnacle, does not apply strongly.

On top of that, they seem to think I must be tired from facing the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, blocking Splitting Heaven, and even turning back time.

Wo-woong-

‘There is one more.’

And, at the center of the Origin Essence of the Mountain.

As I sense the presence felt from the Seat, I understand why those existences try to face me through such a reckless act.

It is the will of Gwak Am.

Gwak Am, the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, left his will in the Origin Essence of the Mountain.

-I do not acknowledge you.

To the end.

That tenacious and stubborn will that, even as he died, never acknowledged me.

That arrogant consciousness that only he is the sole heir to the robe and alms bowl of Salt Mountain.

That is what repels me, who defeated the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, the most strongly.

The one closest to the Origin Essence of the Mountain, yet the most rejected.

Because that is me, unlike other mountain divine spirits, even the power of the Mountain Immortal Dao inside the Immortal Domain within the Origin Essence is partially reduced for me.

However,

Not the slightest bit of a thought of defeat arises within me.

The understanding of the Mountain Immortal Dao that I learned from Ho Woon.

The understanding of repentant enlightenment that I learned from Salt Sea.

The authority of the mountain that I realized while fighting against Gwak Am.

Holding all that understanding in these hands, I begin to shake the entirety of the Mountain Immortal Domain by my

will.

At my will, they all let out silent exclamations.

::…Do you seek to strike me down and sit in that place, O Great Immortals? Are you not afraid of me? Though this Immortal is tired, though the Origin Essence of the Mountain rejects this Immortal, though your numbers are many…do you think you can dare face this Immortal!? ::

I speak while looking around at the sixteen Great Net Immortals who approach me and begin to form a formation.

:: O second disciple of the great Salt Mountain, ::

And the sixteen disciples answer me with a very courteous attitude.

:: All here acknowledge your great achievements. ::

:: Normally, we are existences who cannot even stand before you. ::

:: Though we are Great Net Immortals, before you we are existences who cannot dare put forth our names. ::

:: But precisely so, unless it is here, we cannot stand against an existence like you. ::

They surround me with a serious attitude and speak.

:: We too are those who accepted death and ascended to True Immortality. ::

:: Death is not frightening. ::

:: Only, what is frightening is to miss, without even attempting, the chance of advancement to Governing Immortal

that may not come once in a lifetime even for a True Immortal. : :

:: Only, what is frightening is to squander, against an existence like you, the chance to seize the Seat by burning all our souls.::

:: Only, what is frightening is to waste the chance to climb the Immortal Dao and see its end! ::

I look at them.

:: Only, what is frightening is, having been unable to unfold our will under the Great Mountain Supreme Deity…to

do nothing and let the chance to reach the end of Immortal Cultivation that has finally come slip by. ::

:: If we die, it is merely that our Immortal affinity is lacking! ::

:: Even if we die, there is no shame in dying to an opponent like you. So we do not resent you, O honorable Mountain Divine Spirit Sword Mountain Devil Lord. We humbly ask for your teaching! ::

They are not those who come seeking the greed of advancement to Immortal Lord.

Rather, as ones who stepped onto the Immortal Dao, they are beings who have come seeking a chance to reach its end!

::…I apologize. I did not try to know your true intent, and I harbored a heart that discounts and disdains you. This is an insult to you. ::

I deliver an apology to the mountain divine spirits and begin in earnest to exert the authority of the Mountain Immortal Dao.

If they are True Immortals, except for a few, not a single one of them is ordinary.

To accept death, by whatever path, is something one can do only because one possesses an extraordinary will.

Moreover, these are Great Net Immortals!

They are not existences I dare to look down upon.

:: I pay respect to you…and I too shall go with sincerity! ::

I wring dry my now-empty Immortal Body and true soul.

Chwaaaaa!

The will I have carried through until now materialises as the authority of the Mountain Immortal Dao.

Chwajak, chwajajajajajak!!!

Around me, colorless glass swords begin to sprout.

Starting from that, the swords of glass gradually begin to cover the universe of the Origin Essence of the Mountain, the entire Immortal Domain.

The sixteen Great Immortals also cause mountains of their own to bloom around them.

There are those who bloom Volcanos, those who bloom Mount Wudangs, and those who bloom Mount Emeis.

There are those who bloom the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains, and there are those who bloom Snow Mountains.

Among them, I look at the one who blooms snow mountains.

That being is a faceless divine spirit of blue light.

It is clearly certain that they are of the Earth Tribe origin, yet that Great Net Immortal is of the Heaven Immortal

lineage…

For some reason, they are so familiar.

‘I see.’

It is Ho Woon.

From killing the Naming Supreme Deity with Radiance Hall, waging war against Radiance Hall, and even battling against the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, a long time has passed.

Enough time for the Heaven Immortal Ho Woon to resurrect, resume cultivation again, become a Great Net Immortal, and challenge the Origin Essence.

Though it is not a very long time, but in this life so fierce and full of countless grand events, there must have been many enlightenments and authorities to be gained from them.

Huarurururuk!!!

The flames of the Volcano Mountain Divine spirit melt the Glass Sword Mountain.

The Snow Mountain Divine Spirit Ho Woon scatters snow and covers the Glass Sword Mountain.

There is also a Sand Mountain Divine Spirit, and they cover the Glass Sword Mountain with a desert.

Thus, answering the Glass Sword Mountain with each of their own mountains, they one by one walk toward the

origin of the Seat.

Watching them, I too walk toward the origin of the Seat.

A repelling force pushes me away, but I do not care.

I go against the will of Gwak Am head-on and approach the Seat, and gradually…

I fill the entire Immortal Domain with Glass Sword Mountains.

Across the entire expanse of the Immortal Domain, Glass Sword Mountains sprout.

The sharp energy laid upon those Sword Mountains cuts their Immortal Bodies and transfers to them flames mixed

with

pain.

The Great Immortals, simultaneously while in agony, each summon their mountains and hurl them at me, and they make mountain ranges bloom in the space to bind my body.

Gradually, the Immortal Domain, once the form of a universe, fills with all sorts of miscellaneous mountains, and the four directions of Heaven and Earth-

A spectacle unfolds where the bearings of the Six Harmonies are entirely filled with wondrous and bizarre mountains.

We, eroding the Immortal Domain with our respective mountains, advance forward.

Kwa-ching-

The authorities of some mountain divine spirits fail to bind me and crack apart.

I, whose body itself is the Glass Sword Mountain, push straight onward and head for the origin, trampling the mountains of other mountain divine spirits.

The other mountain divine spirits, pained by the Glass Sword Mountains I create, have their entire bodies lacerated

and stop in place.

Ho Woon’s snowfall meets me.

The cold blizzard of the Snow Mountain blocks me.

I, paying no mind to that chill, shove aside the Snow Mountain with my body and move forward.

Ho Woon, their whole body skewered by my Glass Sword Mountain, sighs.

:: Is this the mountain of the one who defeated the Great Mountain Supreme Deity…? It hurts. And it is clean. : :

Kung, kung, kung!

The closer I get to the Origin of the Mountain, the stronger the repelling force becomes, so at some point my steps toward the mountain slow.

Seeing me thus, Ho Woon speaks.

:: O Mountain Divine Spirit closest to Governing Immortal. O honorable Sword Mountain Devil Lord…is the reason your mountain is strong…because you yourself also become wounded? ::

He walks upon the Sword Mountain, looks at my own limbs being lacerated by my own swords, and sighs.

:: It is not a blade that applies only to us, but a painful blade to you yourself as well…O God of Sword Mountain. Thus you are strong…but if even you yourself suffer so, can you truly reach the summit of the mountain? ::

Before I know it, the mountains of the other mountain divine spirits all fall, and the mountain spirits, skewered upon

my Sword Mountain, come to a halt.

There is no great battle.

Only a contest of the Mountain Immortal Dao.

Yet with that contest alone, I skewered all the mountain divine spirits in place and, within the universe of the Origin Essence of the Mountain…

I filled the Immortal Domain entirely with the Glass Sword Mountain.

That is right.

All space is the Glass Sword Mountain.

Even the path to sit upon that Seat…

:: How does a being with a personality choose such pain…? Why…choose such pain…? ::

Pukwak!

I, trampling the Sword Mountain that pierces my own foot, answer calmly.

:: To become…equal with everyone. ::

Even if I sit upon that Seat, in order to not forget the heart of a mortal through this pain…

I lash myself and move my steps.

Seeing me thus, Ho Woon speaks.

:: I truly hope…that you no longer need to suffer. If you prove equality through pain, is such equality truly different

from the Dao of the Great Mountain Supreme Deity…? ::

I contemplate over the topic Ho Woon throws and offer them brief thanks.

:: Thank you for the good contemplation. ::

Kung, kung, kung!

I gradually climb to the summit of the Immortal Domain covered with Glass Sword Mountains.

The repelling force grows stronger.

And the will of Gwak Am contained within that repelling force also becomes distinct.

-Prove it.

The last words Gwak Am left.

-That you can sever the cycle.

Kung!

– Until then…I do not acknowledge you.

Kuuung!!

Soon, at the center of the Origin Essence of the Mountain, the source of all power comes into view.

The grand, pure white mountain of salt that was previously surrounded by the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

The great palace on that mountain’s summit!

‘…I see.’

I understand what the Salt Mountain on Penglai Island and the great palace at the summit of the Salt Mountain

symbolize.

Kugugugu!!

Now, through my main body, which has become far larger than that Salt Mountain, I reach out my hand toward that

Salt Mountain.

I feel an immense repelling force, but as I am now, I can fully overcome the dead Gwak Am’s will.

Kuuuuung!!!

At last, my hand touches the Salt Mountain.

‘Dye it.’

Tstststststs…

The salts of the Salt Mountain begin to turn into glass. The glass becomes swords and pierces me.

I begin to completely seize the Seat.

Now, even if regression is completed, the birth of any of Gwak Am’s leftovers is blocked at the source.

Only, the problem is me.

After killing the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, I blocked the Splitting Heaven Mantra while in an exhausted state,

began turning back time together with the Heavenly Venerables, and fought sixteen mountain divine spirits and

won.

Accepting life and death is what a True Immortal does, yet even so, it feels like I am about to die.

As I feel all power draining away, I can instinctively tell that if I do not seize the Seat here, I will be devoured by the

Seat.

Do I live, become an Immortal Lord, and challenge the Heavenly King advancement?

Or do I get eaten by the Seat and die.

‘Only two choices remain.’

As much as I erode the Seat, the Seat also erodes me.

The lingering thought of the Great Mountain Supreme Deity remaining in the Seat torments me like a Heart Demon.

– Do you truly think you are right.

– Do you truly think you can prove it?

-Do you truly think you are better than me!?

Though Gwak Am is dead, he still seems alive before my eyes.

-You, even though you and I both toyed with a person’s life, can you say you are different from me!?

I look at Gwak Am’s lingering pondered with clear eyes.

And I look at the product of obsession that Gwak Am, to the very end, left behind with extreme tenacity.

Kkiiiiiiik…

Gwak Am’s Seat.

The great palace atop Salt Mountain opens.

And what comes out from inside is someone all too familiar to me.

“…Hello. Seo Gyeong.”

Wol Ryeong.

She is my victim whom I toyed with, and my reverse scale, with the fault in the grace and grievance lying plainly

with me.

“You look powerless.”

She, from above the palace, looks at me and speaks.

“Do you want to seize the Seat?”

The two enemies Cheong Min spoke of.

Precisely speaking, the second of the assignments I must solve.

That is Wol Ryeong.

Defeating the Great Mountain Supreme Deity, blocking the Splitting Heaven Mantra, losing my friend, turning back

time, driving off the mountain divine spirits, driving off Gwak Am’s lingering thoughts…

Now, in a state where both body and heart have become battered to pieces, staking my life and barely, barely

seizing

the Seat…

At last, I can tell that I have become equal to her.

“…No.”

Tststststs…

Before Wol Ryeong, I draw forth nonexistent power, manifest the body of a mortal being, draw a glass sword that

sprouts nearby, and speak while holding it.

“Apologizing to you comes first.”

“Is it your way to apologize while holding a sword?”

“The way to receive forgiveness is only possible when both are in a state of equality.”

I toss the glass sword I hold to her.

Wol Ryeong snatches that sword without hesitation, and I likewise draw and pick up another sword nearby again.

“The strength I have left is but a single mortal body. Only, since this place is the very center of the Mountain Immortal Domain that I have almost seized, even with a mortal body my power is between the Heavenly Being stage and the Earth Axis stage.”

She is a powerhouse of True Immortality. Moreover, I don’t know what enlightenment she gained while being subjected to repentant enlightenment by the

Great Mountain Supreme Deity.

“Right now, you and I are equal.”

Whatever Gwak Am did, she, limited to ‘when dealing with me,’ is able to display her true skill even within the

Mountain Immortal Domain.

The life remaining to me is now only one.

Having even offered up regression, this death is my end.

Therefore, taking into account that this may truly be my last, I focus my entire mind on her.

“So…unravel the knot with all your strength. Wol Ryeong.”

If I die here, I will also accept it.

I at last fully understand and smile at the heart of true mortality that I did not truly understand because I was a

regressor.

-Urung, urururung!!

The Mountain Immortal Domain ripples, and I feel the Heavenly Venerable of the Underworld attempt to intervene.

The Underworld Ten Great Kings that I stored inside my body rampage, but I, even taking into account that I will be disadvantaged against Wol Ryeong, forcibly suppress them and block the will of the Underworld. -Retribution is the affair of the Underworld. Did you not think that even apart from Retribution, the living already have so much to do?

Perhaps having diligently watched my battle with Great Mountain through Indra’s Net, the Underworld relays their

will to me, letting me hear the thought I previously had.

-Did you not also erase the Radiance Mantra. If you die now, you will truly end here. This Obsidian of this era will

not be born.

The voice of the Underworld, for the first time, trembles ever so faintly.

-If you seize the Origin Essence of the Mountain safely…you will become the only existence who can compare to

the Vast Cold at their prime.

-This is the first era in which all Enders have reached Governing Immortal…the very first. No Heavenly King

across all history. Neither Silver Basket, nor Obsidian, nor Vast Cold. No single one has ever achieved the feat of leading all the other Enders up to Heavenly King. This is a feat possible only because you were there.

The voice bears dignity, yet somehow sounds pleading.

-Your possibility of reaching Heavenly King is also surging. If even you ascend to Heavenly King…all Enders will

have arrived at the conclusion.

-Now is the best set of conditions in all of history to challenge the Future King. If you seize the Origin Essence

and reach Heavenly King, your one strength will equal that of all the other six Heavenly Kings combined. Do you

truly mean to stake your life here?

Indeed.

No matter that I reached the ultimate of Martial Arts, right now I am near a state of emptiness.

I may say I have about the power of the Heavenly Being stage or whatnot, but in truth I am already exhausted to

the state of being in tatters, so I tire, deplete quickly, and soon will become no different from a mortal.

By the judgment of the Heavenly Venerable of the Underworld, who reached the realm called True Martial Arts, I

would presently lose to Wol Ryeong.

And befitting an existence that governs death.

As Wol Ryeong truly tries to kill me, the Heavenly Venerable of the Underworld perceives all too well that my death

draws near.

“That is to say, I will die.”

-That is so. But this is not something prophesied. There is no absolute power. If only you receive the help of your

comrades or of this Venerable…sufficient possibility also lies with you.

The Underworld continues.

-I am not saying do not dissolve resentment. This is a fight disadvantageous to you. Did you not say that

forgiveness can only be obtained when there is equality?

“When I toyed with that child’s life, we were not in an equal state.”

-Do you say you will not face the Owner of Fate, the enemy of your master?

“My master said this about the Imperial Venerable, that you are an old hag who does not properly explain important

things.”

-…I am not joking.

“I am not joking either.”

I speak toward the Underworld.

“The only one who can break the chain of hatred is the victim. The reason I could forgive Gwak Am is because I, as

the victim, surpassed him. Saying that forgiveness is established only when equal is merely the minimum

condition…”

This is also to answer Gwak Am’s last will.

“Can I avoid the ring of resentment at my convenience? I do not know whether the Owner of Fate is my master’s

enemy. But what is certain is…”

Facing Wol Ryeong, I shout to the Underworld.

“If it is that person, they would not want a disciple who cannot even resolve his own enmity to come to resolve

enmity for them!”

Dudududududu!

Perhaps deciding words do not work, the Underworld begins trying with full force to enter the world of the Origin Essence of the Mountain.

No matter how within the Immortal Domain of an Origin Essence the power of other Daos is halved, that is only up to a certain extent.

An existence on the level of the Underworld can surely exercise terrifying authority within the Origin Essence’s

Immortal Domain as

if it were their own home.

But then it happens,

Cheolkeong!!!

From outside, I feel a familiar presence.

Mantra Falling Flowers.

A familiar law seems to be felt outside the Immortal Domain, and it begins to block the Underworld’s entry.

It is Kang Min-hee.

Suruk…

And above the palace of Salt Mountain, familiar divine figures begin to reveal themselves.

Beginning with Kang Min-hee, there is Kim Young-hoon, Jeon Myeong-hoon, Oh Hyun-seok, Kim Yeon, and Oh

Hye-seo.

My comrades descend here with merely the incarnations at the level of mortal beings.

“…Kang Min-hee says she had a talk.”

Jeon Myeong-hoon speaks curtly.

Kang Min-hee flowed into the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea and had a conversation with Wol Ryeong.

And…

She seems to have shared the conversation from that time with the comrades as well.

“…We…will block for you.”

Jeon Myeong-hoon, closing his eyes, speaks with a bitter expression.

They also are in a state exhausted to the utmost, yet I see that outside they begin to mobilize their main bodies to

block the Underworld.

Even though they sense my death, they all surround us and create the arena where I and Wol Ryeong will duel.

Kim Yeon sheds tears.

She seems to want to help me at once, but, perhaps due to something Kang Min-hee said to her, she does not step

forward.

Kang Min-hee sheds tears as well.

However, she only asks Wol Ryeong for something through voice transmission and does not block her.

Dudududududu!

Outside the Immortal Domain, the reaction of the Heavenly Venerable of the Underworld is such that they seem to

be doing

something violently, as the vibration is felt even here.

It seems the Underworld is directly leading their Gandhara and doing something.

They seem to be shouting something, to be fiercely scolding my comrades including Kang Min-hee.

However, my comrades only squeeze their eyes tightly shut and shed tears, saying nothing.

Calmly blocking the Underworld’s procession, they simply observe the duel between me and Wol Ryeong.

“…Thank you.”

I express my gratitude toward my friends who respect my will.

“Well then. Let’s now begin.”

I do not know what conversation Kang Min-hee had with Wol Ryeong.

I also do not know what was passed along to my comrades.

But what is certain is but one.

What I can give her, is my life.

‘So this is how it feels.’

Long ago.

I remember the words of a sword cultivator who, before me, resolved to die and shouted.

-Our lives are an instant. The essence of lightning is also an instant. If our lives bloom and wither in an instant,

then is not even this short fleeting instant before imminent destruction also my life? As a practitioner who has

studied the Lightning Path Method for hundreds of years, as a sword cultivator, I!”

-Even if it’s just the form of death, I want to entrust it to you, not the heavens!

If it is a life that will perish anyway.

If it is a fate fixed anyway.

I will entrust at least its form to the hands of the one I love.

Only today, with my regression cut off and facing true death, can I truly feel that heart with my chest.

“Since the only thing I can give you is my life, I will entrust the form of my death to you.”

That is…

As one who toyed with a person’s life.

As one who played with a person’s heart.

And…

As one who was truly loved by the person named Wol Ryeong, the greatest decision I can make.

If what I must repay anyway is grace and resentment.

Then at least entrusting its form to the hands of the one who loves me is the natural order.

With those words, Wol Ryeong swings the Colorless Glass Sword toward me.

The last of all enmity.

It is a battle where I must truly stake my entire life, and the greatest obstacle I must face at the end of the path of

Immortal Cultivation.