Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 38



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Episode 38 – Shuramaje

The leader of the Cheonma cult.

My mind flashed at that one word. It was only natural, because there was only one place in the world where ‘Cheonma’ was referred to as ‘religious leader’.

The devil’s cult.

Only in the Demonic Sect, which was destroyed 50 years ago, does Cheonma refer to himself as the leader.

however.

‘Cheonma knows me?’

At the same time, this was like ‘confirmation’ that the Heavenly Demon was alive and not dead.

Also, the main character of this wedding ceremony that is opposing me now, and the being that united the thirty-six water channels.

One who has seized control of the Yangtze River that crosses the world.

“I am Emperor Surama, Jogye Ak.”

It meant that King Janggangsu Rochae was a ‘member of the Demonic Cult.’

···The situation has become more complicated.

That a member of the Demonic Cult has seized control of the Yangtze River.

This was a grand plan for the ‘Demonic Cult’ to fully advance into the world, and it was also a signal to announce the ‘resurrection’ of the Demonic Cult.

So does that mean the entire Jang Gangsu River is a group of demons?

That’s not it.

Jogye-ak is nothing more than the integration of the thirty-six existing Janggangsu-rochae.

The Demonic Cult and the Janggangsurochae are separate groups.

For some purpose, Jo Gye-ak merely restored the Jang Gangsu River to the underworld.

But what ‘purpose’?

···My mind became complicated.

Clear your mind.

Think about it later.

Now, let’s focus on the Jogyeak in front of us.

Jogyeak.

It was a name I was hearing for the first time.

There was no way I would have known about the martial artist of the Demonic Cult that was destroyed 50 years ago.

However, judging from his nickname, ‘Sura Maje (修羅魔帝)’, it was clear that he was by no means an ordinary person.

“The one who ruined my wedding is the guy named ‘Cheong-un.’”

A being for whom the word ‘I am’ is neither awkward nor arrogant.

“The Red Blood Priest died by your hand.”

Also, judging from the fact that he called Gwangmaeumgui, who was a red-blooded lord, a ‘guy’, it was clear that Jo Gye-ak was at least ‘equal’ to Gwangmaeumgui and a ‘higher’ level warrior.

In that case, Jo Gye-ak also had to be an old ‘no-goe’.

However, Jo Gye-ak’s age, which can be seen from the outside, is only about ‘forty’, and even if he has reached the realm of ‘revolution’, he will not become that young.

In other words, it was nothing more than a strange magic of the Demonic Cult. It was an act that went against the laws of nature and reason, and it was impossible to even estimate how much blood had been sacrificed for that youth.

······It was really dangerous.

Jo Gye-ak is at least as strong as a mad ghost, but even a mad ghost like that is an opponent I can’t defeat.

If it weren’t for the collaboration with Eungseon, and if it weren’t for the decisive help of Kwaecheoncheon, it would have been ‘me’ and not Gwangmaumgui who would have died.

But now, there is no Eungseon or Gwaecheongcheon here.

Of course, it is clear that the current me has made remarkable progress compared to when I was a child.

However, Jo Gye-ak was a warrior of the same or higher level as Gwangma-eum-gwi. He could even have been a warrior who had reached the rank of ‘super peak’.

In that case, he was a master who was on a different level from me.

Of course, I could also say that I had achieved a complete transformation. However, this was only a ‘pseudo’ transformation achieved through a ‘shortcut’ called ‘reverse modernization’.

On the other hand, Jo Gye-ak was a true master of the highest level, achieved through profound ‘internal energy’ and ‘enlightenment’ over many years.

The difference between the real and the fake.

It was a gap that could never be narrowed.

but.

Kakang-!

The ‘martial arts’ and ‘shortcuts’ I learned are not aimed at reaching the ‘peak’.

The reason I practiced for more than ‘seven hours’ every day is because it belongs to those who can be called ‘martial gods’, and it is to reach the ‘realm’ they have achieved.

My ‘similarity’ is not a mere peak, but resembles a ‘transcendent realm’ far beyond.

A quasi-transcendent realm and a true climax.

This is its fight.

Kagakak!

The power of the Jogye Ak that was weighing down my sword grew stronger and stronger. I could clearly feel the reason why Jogye Ak was able to seize control of the entire Yangtze River.

If it were before, I would have been crushed to death like this······.

I exploded the internal energy of my danjeon.

The method of completing the spiritual treasure.

Human immortal achievements.

Interaction between dragon and tiger.

Kwaaaaaaa-!!

Among the four guardian beasts that guard the four cardinal directions, the blue dragon of the east and the white tiger of the west roared fiercely. With this, the rising power greatly pushed back the oppressive Jo Gye-ak’s crescent sword.

Jo Gye-ak retreated, pushed back by my strength.

“They say it’s a snake that hasn’t bitten the Yeouiju yet······.”

Jo Gye-ak’s two eyes filled with color.

“It wasn’t a snake, it was a sleeping dragon. I guess you can’t trust rumors.”

But Jo Gye-ak was relaxed. From the time I barged into the wedding ceremony until now, Jo Gye-ak has not lost his relaxedness.

Jo Gye-ak’s gaze, filled with leisure, scanned the surroundings.

The scenery of Poyang Lake, which resembles a ‘Great Sea’ with the horizon visible along the waterway of the Yangtze River.

“They say that in this Yangtze River, the back wave pushes the front wave.”

The Yangtze River’s back wave and front wave.

As time passes, it is only natural that new people replace old ones, just as the back waves of the Yangtze River push out the front waves.

“But the waves of the Yangtze River never retreat on their own.”

The two eyes of Jo Gye-ak, which had captured the scenery of Pa-yang-ho, turned to me again.

“Over the years, there have been countless ‘sleeping dragons’ in this world who have tried to push back the waves of the Yangtze River.”

However.

“They were all just ‘miscellaneous dragons’ who didn’t know their place.”

The crimson currents of air rose up, intertwined with the entire body of Jogye-ak.

“Look carefully.”

Jo Gye-ak’s eyes lit up for a moment.

‘Coming.’

I tightened my grip on the Yunlong Sword. At the same time, Jo Gye-ak suddenly disappeared from my sight.

And then suddenly I came to my senses.

“The new era of the world of magic has arrived!”

Jo Gye-ak’s large sword was flying towards my neck, forming a crescent moon shape.

* * *

Jo Gye-ak used a weapon called the Unwoldo (偃月刀).

This is a type of ‘Dae-do (大刀)’, also known as ‘Gwan-do (關刀)’, and in either case, it falls under the category of ‘Dao (刀)’, so his martial arts are based on ‘Do-beop (刀法)’.

Asura-Pacheon-Do (Sura-Pacheon-Do, the Heavenly Sword)

This is the reason why Jogye-ak was called the Emperor of Surama, and it can be said that it was a martial art that contained the essence of ‘hegemony’ and ‘strength’ to the extreme with his peerless martial arts.

Kwaaaaang!

The sudden explosion gave the illusion that the entire space was shaking.

It was because Cheongun did not dodge Jo Gye-ak’s attack but blocked it.

The Sword of Cheongun and the Unwoldo of Jogyeak.

There was clearly a trade-off between the weapons.

The distance advantage was obviously with the ‘Unwoldo’, and the difference in power contained within it was also advantageous for the ‘Unwoldo’.

Of course, as you enter the ranks of experts, the differences become meaningless. Furthermore, when you reach the extreme state of ‘Manryuguijong’, everyone looks in the same direction and the differences in compatibility completely disappear.

But it is a realm so far beyond that even Jo Gye-ak cannot even imagine it.

Cheongun will be no different, so for now, there must have been a compatibility between weapons, and therefore the correct answer just now is not ‘blocking’ but ‘avoiding’.

It was such a foolish thing to receive a blow that had even a ‘rotation’ in it, and a blow that contained ‘ultimate internal energy’, with just a ‘sword’.

however······.

Cheongun was able to block Jo Gye-ak’s attack. All he did was take a few steps back. In return, Jo Gye-ak felt a strong repulsion on both of his palms.

‘It didn’t break through?’

Jo Gye-ak’s ‘Paedo (覇刀)’ could not pierce through Cheong-un’s ‘Paegeom (覇劒)’.

However, it was not the case that Jo Gye-ak was pushed out. If we were to be exact, it was Cheong-un who was pushed out. However, the fact that they were unable to ‘break through’ gave Jo Gye-ak a moment of ‘hesitation’.

And Cheongun did not miss that moment of hesitation.

Taeeulseon martial arts sword.

My second invitation.

A sword of the heavenly weight.

A loud explosion went off. Jo Gye-ak’s vision shook violently. Cheong-un’s sword continued to strike through his shaking vision.

Kang! Kakang!

‘this guy······.’

Jo Gye-ak was speechless at the sight of Cheong-un pushing him.

According to rumors, this guy named Cheongwoon had only recently started learning martial arts. Just ‘half a year’ ago, he was nothing more than a third-rate warrior who couldn’t even wield a single ounce of internal energy.

If so, it means that it was about ‘half a year’ ago when he started learning martial arts properly, and in the martial arts world, such a person is called ‘Aesongi’.

however······.

Chaeng! Chaeng!

How can this be called a love song?

Is this guy really the same martial artist who started learning martial arts half a year ago?

Suddenly, the tip of Cheongun’s sword shook. Soon, the sword began to dance and twist, distracting Jo Gye-ak’s gaze.

Illusion sword.

Cheongun’s illusion mixed emptiness with every strike, and mixed reality into emptiness. It was an illusionary sword that even bewitched Jo Gye-ak’s senses.

Taeeulseon martial arts sword.

Third call.

Taehwayeonhwan (太花聯幻).

Kaaaaang!

The Unwoldo of Jo Gye-ak jumped up greatly.

······The thought that it was nonsense occurred to me.

No matter how much I thought about it, it wasn’t a six-month-old unmanned child.

But somehow I was able to understand it.

It had been ‘half a year’ since he had started learning martial arts ‘properly’, so it would have been completely understandable if Cheongwoon had been training consistently before that.

If such efforts had piled up and finally ‘bloomed’ half a year ago, then it would have been possible.

Of course, it was absurd to reach the peak level in just half a year, but there were quite a few ‘geniuses’ in this world who were capable of such absurd things.

but.

Kwaang!

···It wasn’t to this extent.

The beat and harmony of the sword’s trajectory changing moment by moment.

A perfect hit without a single flaw.

visor!

······This wasn’t something that could be explained simply with the word ‘genius.’

‘Is this what the leader said?’

It was only half a year before Cheongun, a young boy, could stand up to Jo Gye-ak.

So what would it be like if Cheongwoon was given one year?

···You must kill him here.

If I couldn’t kill Cheongun here, I couldn’t even imagine what kind of monster he would become later.

Jo Gye-ak no longer thought of Cheong-un as a young martial artist.

The red and black energy exploded in Jogyeak’s entire body. Cheongun is not a young novice in the martial arts world. Don’t let your guard down.

“I will kill you!”

Kwaaaaaaa-!!

Jo Gye-ak’s danjeon exploded and soared.

* * *

Tang So-hyang was a constant source of surprise.

First of all, the fact that the Great King of the Jang River Surochae was a member of the Demonic Cult in the past called ‘Suramaje’ shocked Tang So-hyang.

I knew that the King of the Jang River Surochae was not a good person. However, I only thought of him as a group of ‘thieves’ or ‘black bandits’ who committed plunder and evil deeds.

I never thought it would have anything to do with the ‘Magic Cult’.

I couldn’t even think about it.

It was known that the Demonic Cult was destroyed by the alliance of the Imperial Family and the Martial Arts Alliance 50 years ago. At best, only ‘remnants’ remained.

‘But how···.’

Even this was a surprising fact, but there was something else that truly surprised Dang So-hyang.

Cheongun, who fights against none other than Jo Gye-ak.

Wuwei, who can never be considered an age that has just passed its term.

Would it be possible for the ‘Gupilbang’s Later Index’, who are the same age and are called the geniuses of the century, to show off that level of skill?

Dang So-hyang could say with certainty.

It is impossible.

No matter how much of a reviewer they are, they don’t have that level of inaction. That was a level of inaction that couldn’t be explained by the word ‘reviewer index’.

That is why every moment of Dang So-hyang was a series of moments that went beyond surprise and were truly wondrous.

And the unmanned people of the Jang Gangsu River also did not look much different from Dang So-hyang.

“Your Majesty···”

“You’re doing a classic···?”

The hundreds of Jang Gangsu River waterway warriors all watched the fight with Jo Gye-ak with astonished eyes.

They didn’t seem to have any intention of helping Jo Gye-ak. It would be more accurate to say they had no intention of helping him.

Boom! Boom!

A fight between the best of the best.

I don’t have the confidence to get involved in that fight.

It was the same for Dang So-hyang, so she could only watch the fight between Cheong-un and Jo Gye-ak.

‘Oh, how··· how could that be···.’

For some reason, Dang So-hyang kept seeing different sides of Cheong-un.

Not a crouching ‘sleeping dragon’, but the appearance of an ’emperor’ and ‘absolute being’ who rules the world.

* * *

How much advantage can one strike give?

Despite such doubts, Jo Gye-ak’s Unwol-do has been wielded in a hedonistic manner.

Phew!

A great gust of wind blew, and the power contained in the Unwoldo stabbed my skin.

Should I avoid it? No, I don’t avoid it.

Then? Just respond with the same force.

Taeeulseon martial arts sword.

First call.

The dragon runs wild.

Kwaaaaang!!

A loud explosion blurred my vision.

however.

······was pushed.

Although he possessed the highest level of internal energy, he could not overcome the power of Jo Gye-ak. He could not break through the sword of the martial artist who had truly reached the pinnacle of the highest level.

but.

No matter how strong and hard something is, if you keep hitting it, it will eventually break.

Just as if you put in too many colors indiscriminately, it will eventually turn black, knowing how to take away is also a form of practice.

Sometimes I lie down under the grass, listen to the whisper of the water, and look at the clouds floating across the sky.

It’s never a waste of time.

The teachings of Jang Sam-bong, the shaman’s sect leader, echoed in my head. If you can’t break through, just turn around and leave. If you can’t overcome, just accept it and let it go.

The essence of the Taegeuk Hyegeom, the secret of the shamanist faction, is melted into my Unryong Sword.

Taeeulseon martial arts sword.

My fourth invitation.

Fengshui sword.

Kagagagagak!

The Unryong Sword and Jo Gye-ak’s crescent sword, which were diagonally touching, fell diagonally, sending sparks flying.

Read the emotions in Jo Gye-ak’s eyes.

Jo Gye-ak was ‘bewildered’.

Although it was only a slight embarrassment, there was no longer any ‘comfort’ to be found on Jo Gye-ak’s face.

······That’s why it seemed that way.

It was only a brief moment, but it was clearly visible.

Raise your sword forward and crouch as if drawing a bowstring.

So, as if squeezing into the gap between moments.

‘now!’

My sword pierces Jo Gye-ak’s body.

Taeeulseon martial arts sword.

The sixth invitation.

A flash of light.