Login Murim Chapter 989
Cheonmyeonhori (千面孤程) Songho was having a restless day that day.
No, that was exactly what was planned.
Even when he got up from his bed after a deep sleep that lasted less than an hour, the day’s work, divided into sections, was neatly organized in his head.
However, the moment he checked the contents of the red transcript in the hand of Agent Eunyeonggak, who visited his superior even before the sun rose, Cheonmyeonhori realized.
Today’s routine will never go as planned.
“The scheduled meeting has been cancelled. Instead, summon the executives of the inner party within Ilda-gyeong.”
“We will deliver it to everyone without exception.”
“How is things going outside?”
“We are already on alert.
Jeon Seo-eung, who will be sent to each castle, has also completed all preparations and awaits the command of each province…
“Let us leave immediately. In the meantime, I will come and see my lord.”
Cheonmyeonhori, who also delivered various orders, walked towards his destination at a busy pace.
And as always, Geomseong (劍星) Mae Jong-hak was waiting for him in the lotus position.
“It’s still too early to hear bad news. “Why not just wait until the sun rises?”
A voice and eyes as clear as the water on the lakeside.
Seeing the calm appearance of the world’s greatest sword, who usually seemed carefree, Cheonmyeonhori cautiously opened his mouth.
“Did you already know?”
“Well, I’m not sure. “But I couldn’t sleep easily today.”
Mae Jong-hak slowly opened his eyes and stared at Cheonmyeonhori.
No, to be exact, the red certificate in his hand.
“Okay, who is this time?” Mae Jong-hak’s voice was deeply subdued.
Although many years have passed and many things have changed, there are also things that remain the same.
The red letter, meaning sad news, was one of them.
In the past, whenever an important person died or a great loss of life occurred during the Great War, they would write a war report in red with a sad heart.
Right now, just like the one in Cheonmyeonhori’s hand.
“Lord.”
“It’s okay, just tell me. “The name written in that red book.”
After hesitating for a moment, Cheonmyeonhori opened his mouth in a sorrowful voice.
“The King of Byeokryeok, who was staying at Taewonjinga, eventually…
“stop. “It’s done.”
Mae Jong-hak waved his hand and frowned with a bitter expression.
“Yes, that’s how it ended up.”
“I am sorry to deliver this news.”
“You? no. “If I had to blame anyone, it would be me, the leader.”
Cheonmyeonhori lowered his head without saying a word. They are promising late exponents of the Gupa Ilbang and the Five Great Families, and they are comrades who worked together to overcome the war and have been friends for decades.
As of now, I had to give him time to accept this news as a friend of the deceased, not as a leader, and fortunately, the silence didn’t last that long.
“Senior Pang, how did you get away?”
“They say he left smiling until the end. “You knew that time was running out, and you left behind everything you had with your physical education.”
The most important person was missing from this surprising news, but Mae Jong-hak did not bother to ask.
Before Cheonmyeonhori could even finish answering, there was a person’s name that came to mind.
“Jin Tae-kyung. “It must be him.”
“yes. Although it was a very dangerous attempt, it is said that Dafa was successfully completed.”
Mae Jong-hak nodded quietly. Although it was only a short period of time, having experienced Jin Tae-kyung first-hand, he had a vague idea of the success of this physical training major.
“That kid has done enough. To the point where he can’t understand the depth at all.
However, at Cheonmyeonhori’s report that followed the next moment, even Mae Jonghak could not help but laugh.
“Huh, it’s a metamorphosis of the broken bones.” If the physical body is something one is born with, the hwangool transformation is a process of completely reassembling the body acquired based on powerful energy and enlightenment.
Even if you are a gray-haired old man who is about to die, you can regain your youth and experience amazing improvements in martial arts through Hwangol Metamorphosis.
But the luck of a complete transformation that everyone can only dream of was given to a young man who was only a few years old.
Even Cheonmyeonhori, who had seen and read the contents of the book with his own eyes, seemed to have a hard time believing it. “Is this truly possible?” “You look like you don’t believe it.”
“It’s the same for most people, not just me.”
“Why do you think it’s impossible?”
“Throughout the thousand-year history of Wulin, how many people have experienced a complete transformation? As far as I know, he’s only under twenty.”
“That makes sense. “But there is something you are overlooking.” “What is?”
Towards Cheonmyeonhori who asked a question, Maejonghak stretched out one hand instead of answering.
“five,
“What is that…
“It means that out of the less than twenty people, there are already five in this era alone.”
“No, there will be six now.”
Musin and Samsung.
Even the Fire King Jeokcheongang and his disciple Jin Tae-gyeong, the fire god dragon.
Mae Jong-hak added one finger while reciting and continued calmly.
“Isn’t it truly a strange thing? Hwangol
Even over the past thousand years, there are only about 20 people who have undergone metamorphosis, and if you count the right faction and martial arts group alone, there are already six.
“that······
“I’m sure you already feel it enough. “It’s just that it’s not easy to accept it on the outside.”
Mae Jong-hak relaxed his lotus position and stood up.
An ordinary appearance and atmosphere, as if you could meet him anywhere at any moment. However, his eyes, staring at Cheonmyeonhori, were so clear that they were almost transparent.
“We are truly living in strange times. “The boundaries of common sense have long since been broken down, and a huge, unimaginable dark cloud has fallen over the world.”
Fifty years ago, two absolute beings, Musin and Cheonma, appeared at the same time. Is that all?
In addition to Jeongsama, dozens of transcendent Jeong masters decorated the area, and a battle between superhumans with unprecedented power began.
The three kings and the ten kings, the great demons of the Demonic Cult and Sapa who possess the power to surpass all worlds.
and······.
“Now, a dark heaven has appeared that far surpasses the demon religion of those days.”
Does the era create the people, or do the people create the era?
Until now, no one has been able to find a clear answer to the topic that has given rise to countless debates, and Geomsung Maejonghak was no exception.
However, deep down, he realized that the era he was living in was not just a simple turbulent world.
I felt something that was born out of a chaotic era, or was obscured by the conflict between superhumans who created that era.
“The power of an incomprehensible god and monsters of terrible shapes. And at the center is the person called Cheonju.”
With deep-set eyes, Mae Jong-hak thought as if he was talking to himself.
“Sometimes that thought comes to mind, yes. “Maybe all of this is a trick orchestrated by someone we can’t even imagine.”
Mae Jong-hak suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
Pure white snowflakes were seen slowly falling, completely blocking the sunlight shining from the far east.
Early fall snow. That was also a huge snowfall.
In Hanam, which has a warm climate, a phenomenon that is not easily seen, or even unprecedented, has been happening a few months ago.
Not just in Henan, but all over the world.
Change did not just happen on the ground.
The sky, which had always been above everyone’s heads, was rapidly changing, as had been predicted long ago by King Beopwang.
“Can you understand? “All of this.”
In response to Mae Jong-hak’s question, Cheonmyeonhori Song Ho bit his lip in silence.
Before he knew it, his back was damp with cold sweat.
“I-I just don’t know. “I can’t even guess what’s going on.”
A slightly trembling voice.
Even he, who had closely assisted Musin and fought against the 100,000 demons led by the Heavenly Demon, could not keep his composure when he thought of the future ahead of him.
This is like…
‘Something outside the boundaries of the human world.’
The one word that lingered on the tip of his tongue, Cheonmyeon Hori could not bear to spit out and swallowed it.
Because I couldn’t believe it.
No, because I didn’t want to believe it.
And Mae Jong-hak was looking at Cheonmyeonhori’s agitated appearance like this with transparent eyes.
“Song footnote. “As your superior and the leader of the Murim Alliance, may I say a word?” “Please speak.”
“Acknowledge and accept your fears.”
”······r
“Be more afraid than anyone else. You must always be wary and suspicious of your enemies. “Now you and I are in a position where we have no choice but to do that.”
Cheonmyeon Hori immediately understood the meaning of Maejonghak’s words.
“I will engrave the Lord’s words deeply in my heart.”
“Thank you. You are a cool-headed and smart person. “Out of all the people I’ve seen, he’s not the best, but he’s in the top ten.”
Cheonmyeonhori laughed.
“It looks like there’s quite a bit of space above me.” “Shouldn’t the calculations be accurate? Even if you’re upset, understand.”
“I will not take those words to heart.”
“That’s good news. “Your mind is already busy just because you have to deal with it right away.”
“Of course. Then, bye.”
Mae Jong-hak, who smiled faintly, did not catch Cheonmyeon Hori leaving at a brisk pace like when he first arrived.
And after slowly reading the red letter he left behind, he muttered in a low voice.
“In the end, like this, we are letting someone go once again.”
Aside from his relationship with King Byeokryeok, his death was a great loss to the entire martial arts faction.
In the long passage of time, half of the Ten Kings (Ten S) perished, and among the five remaining, one more victim emerged.
However, the reason we can forget the sadness caused by the death of King Byeokryeok is perhaps because of the traces left by the giant’s last steps.
“Yeolhwa Divine Dragon, Jin Taekyeong.”
Mae Jonghak quietly recited the name that had been lingering in his mind.
Although the great star known as the King of Byeokryeok died, a newly risen star filled the void.
No, it was already shining brightly before that.
As if to prove the nickname Shinryong (神龍),
‘Soon enough, the two dragons will finally ascend to the sky.’
Maejonghak did not have any doubts. Lord Jintae, who was reborn as a giant of the world’s martial arts world, and the fact that the last person he raised as if he were his own grandson would become the center of this strange era.
And, remembering Cheongpung, who must have heard the news of Shanxi from a very distant place, even if only belatedly, he poured energy into the book he was holding in his hand.
Hwareuk. Passyuk.
The flame of samadhi evolution (double true fire) dyed the transparent eyes of the falcon crane reddish.
