Lim Yeon-haeng - Chapter 1109



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Episode 1109. Past in Reincarnation (2)

The clothes of the space general, Jeso, were torn and tattered. However, he had no time to look at his own appearance. His gaze was turned to the four great emperors who had appeared on the battlefield.

Won-gu-ju, Wi-cha-san, Cho-gung-yo, Je-pung, and even Ok-yeon-so, they were all powerful beings with extremely strong powers and were well-versed in the Tae-il-cheon-do-ma-ryun.

“Stop!”

Wichasan let out a roar of seething anger.

“I still don’t understand why you had to kill me!”

Jeso looked at Cheon-hu, his body trembling slightly. Then Cheon-hu sighed and said.

“He was your former disciple, the Jejeol, and died by your hand under the name of Bimu. Wichasan, that child was a good child. He never dreamed of betrayal. But you, did not trust that child.”

Jeso’s eyes fluttered.

“Other people… … .”

Cheon-hu introduced Cho-gung-yo, Won-gu-ju, and Ok-yeon-so in that order. Je-so looked at the grand princes again with a speechless expression.

“All I remember is the grudge against Je-pung. My memories of them… … .”

“Well, that grudge has nothing to do with you. You are the one suing, not the one being sued.”

Although Cheon-hu said so, Je-so stubbornly shook his head.

“If you say that the events of the previous life have nothing to do with me, then I have no need to be here. If I took revenge on the grudge of the previous life, then I must shoulder the mistakes of the previous life.”

Behind the Great Wall, several stars twinkled. They were small worlds that were supposed to pass over to the Eighth Realm.

The people above, seeing that the energy of heaven and earth in the 7th heavenly realm had been restored, gave up on remaining in the 8th heavenly realm and began returning to their hometowns.

It wasn’t easy to leave my hometown. Even though the 8th realm was a better place to live than the 7th realm, I couldn’t leave my hometown.

Jeso glanced at the consuls guarding the small world, then hardened his face as if he had made up his mind.

“Jaedong, you should help others return to their hometown.”

Then he went down to the castle and stood before the great princes who were glaring at him.

“I will tie up the ties that were formed in this life and leave here.”

Jeso’s lips trembled as he faced his former disciples. Except for Jepung, he could not recognize anyone. Won Guju, Ok Yeonso, Wichasan, and Chogungyo. He only knew their names, but it was impossible to distinguish their faces.

In the end, he faced Je-pung and tried to suppress the karma rising in his heart. Someone’s voice echoed in his ears telling him not to forgive that traitor.

Jeso, he was born as Sima, the obsession and resentment that Jejeol left behind just before he died, taking hold of his corpse. Since his spirit only held resentment, he barely had any memories of Jejeol left.

From the perspective of the Holy Spirit, he was a completely different being from the priest.

But still, he stepped forward, determined to face the four young men who were venting their anger at him.

“If you want revenge on me, come in.”

Jeso, standing in front of Jangseong with both arms spread wide, seemed to have no intention of defending himself.

“If my death appeases your anger, and if it enables the people above the castle to live, then I will… … .”

Before he could finish his words, Wichasan moved. His hand pierced Jeso’s chest and pulled out his heart.

“Master, you have crushed my heart in this way.”

As he said this, Wichasan tightened his grip. His heart burst with a bang, and the blood splattered across Wichasan and Jeso’s faces.

Jeso looked at Wichasan with a smiling face.

“So, did you get your grudge resolved by paying me back in kind? Child?”

Wichasan trembled, unable to find the words to say.

“You have never smiled so warmly at me.”

“Don’t be fooled. He is just a corpse of the Emperor, not the real Emperor.”

Okyeonso stepped forward and spoke. His gaze was not on Jeso, but behind him, towards Jangseong. Countless stars were twinkling beyond Jangseong.

“The above death penalty, Jejeol, did not kill you alone. Most of his disciples died by his hands. Jejeol is the one who killed his disciples in a cruel and merciless manner, even giving ridiculous excuses.”

Okyeonso’s voice was filled with a resentment that could not be washed away.

“He did not want to hand over his power to others. He lied and said that he would hand everything over to his descendants, but he destroyed the entire world of the celestials and killed hundreds of millions, if not more, of those who lived there. Killing the corpse of the celestial king would not satisfy his grudge. Just as we experienced, only by killing all those who followed him would his revenge be complete.”

Okyeonso, he could never forget the sight he saw when he opened his eyes again. An endless wilderness, and there was not a single person he knew left.

There was not a single living, moving person, not even family, not even close friends, not even the people of the Fifth Realm.

The once fertile lands were now surrounded by ravines, and the once prosperous cities that had once displayed great civilization were reduced to ruins, sunk deep into the ground.

Okyeonso realized that his body was also undergoing a transformation. His hands were made of blackened, discolored bones.

Facing the mirror, he realized that he had been transformed into a giant scary monster.

That grudge obviously wouldn’t be resolved by killing the corpse of the deceased.

At that moment, the sword light flew in and pierced Jeso’s neck. Then, as if it still had strength left, it pushed Jeso backwards and slammed him into the wall.

A protrusion the size of a sling protruded from the back of the castle.

“What the Ok Sa-hyeong said is right.”

Je-pung made a sword with a sharp edge and put a magnet into it.

“The death penalty, and the four lords, the rite of passage was to kill you in order to extract the energy of the first ancestors.”

His sonorous voice echoed inside and outside the castle.

“Jejeol is not just a simple sycophant. He raised the best people like Sajeok and Sajeok solely for his own interests. To live a little longer, to maintain power a little longer!”

“gibberish!”

Jeso shouted as he pulled out the sword stuck in his neck. He rushed straight towards Jepung and exploded with anger.

“I don’t know about other people, but Je-pung, you alone have no right to curse at me!”

Je-pung swung his sword again. Then, the swords, which were divided into tens of thousands of handles, poured down toward Je-so all at once. Large and small patterns were carved on Je-so’s body.

However, Jeso completely ignored the rain of swords and rushed forward, only looking at Jepung.

Je-pung, who was frightened by the ominous sight, forced a smile and muttered to himself.

‘Jeso, who has lost his heart and most of his strength, is no match for me. The moment I defeat him, my heart will reach perfection and my realm will reach the highest level of the Ten Heavenly Realms!’

Je-pung wielded Je-geom Geum-hwan with the intention of truly killing Je-so. At that moment, the Tae-il-cheon-do-ma-ryun burst out and crushed Je-so’s body.

Jeso vomited blood and fell to the floor like an insect.

Chogungyo stepped forward and trampled on Jeso’s back. Her gaze was also directed beyond Jangseong.

“Master, we, the inhabitants of the 6th realm, have never been recognized as the masters of the 6th realm. You and your rites, you invaders, have deceived and toyed with us. We realized too late that everything you told us was fake, a lie.”

“Your words that you can advance to the Fifth Heaven through the secret path you spoke of, that what exists beyond that is the true Heaven, and that the method you taught us is the strongest method in the world, were all lies. You killed us through the weakness of that method.”

“You also ordered us to eliminate the realm. You ordered us to return to being normal people, just like the people who came with you. But unlike us, your people continued to grow stronger for a century, or even five centuries. I don’t need to explain what it felt like for us to fight against such beings, do you?”

“You talk about fairness to us. But you were the invaders from the beginning, taking away our land, our resources, our welfare, and even our honor. Is that what you call fairness?”

As the story continued, emotions grew stronger. Chogungyo glared at Jeso with cold eyes and continued speaking.

“Killing you here is too easy. I will destroy everything about you. The things you wanted to protect, the things you wanted to obtain. Only then will your revenge be complete.”

Won Gu-ju also passed by the petition and said:

“Master, your world was something I created for you. Under my rule, the people accumulated wealth and lived a stable life. What have you been doing all this time? You drank alcohol, slept with women, and lived a debaucherous life. It was not you who was fit to be the emperor of heaven, but I. Should I just sit back and watch you, who are so incompetent and lack the talent to lead people, wield power that you are not fit to wield? That is ridiculous.”

Saying so, Won Gu-ju headed towards Jangseong.

Je-pung smiled sinisterly as he looked at Je-so, who was lying on the ground with serious injuries.

At that moment, a terrifying aura burst out from behind Je-pung. When he turned around in surprise, Wichasan was standing there. It was hard to tell whether the murderous intent he was exuding was directed at Je-so or Je-pung.

“The above death penalty?”

Je-pung held the sword ring tightly and called out to Wichasan. However, Wichasan did not respond to his call and muttered something to himself.

“Execution, priests. I do not hold as much resentment as you. I… … , I still vividly remember the past days when I enjoyed following the Master’s training. I had no desire for power or anything else. I simply wanted to become strong together with the Master.”

A shadow fell over his face.

“And, I just wanted to know why the Master had to kill me.”

Then he looked at his blood-stained hands. In his mind, the happy days when he was a disciple of Jejeol unfolded.

“You are neither a priest nor a priest. But I, will always be a boy hanging on to the past… .”

While muttering such incomprehensible words, Wichasan turned around unlike Okyeonso or the other great masters. His back looked particularly lonely.

Wichasan was also a first-class person, but he took a different path from Okyeonso. He had no interest in power. He was not obsessed with fame or status. He simply enjoyed practicing beside his master.

The festival laid hands on him and destroyed his simple but certain moment of happiness.

And now, Wichasan had shaken off all his obsessions and foolishness by breaking Jeso’s heart. He had lost his way and could not move forward.

In this way, Wichasan Mountain disappeared.