Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1755



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Episode 1755. I, too, am a person who has failed to uphold my duty. (5)

It’s red.

Everything in the world is dyed crimson.

The path leading to the summit of the soaring peak that seemed to pierce the sky was completely covered with corpses.

… … My fingertips are shaking. I can’t control it.

A feeling of nausea and intense anger welled up in me. The seething hatred swirled inside my chest.

“… …Myungjo.”

He opened his eyes wide and shouted out his desperate plea, his hands shaking like that. No matter how hard he tried to hold it back, it was impossible.

Countless eyes, not yet open, are watching him.

The eyes that sometimes held warmth, sometimes jealousy, sometimes fear, and sometimes joy. Now, there was nothing in them. Between the empty eyes, Cheongmyeong’s gaze turned upward.

I hate it so much.

If he could sell his soul to the devil and behead that hateful villain, Cheongmyeong would do it without a moment’s hesitation.

But what was causing Cheongmyeong the greatest pain now was not this intense hatred.

“therefore…….”

Woodduck.

The lips that I had been biting hard finally split open and red blood flowed out. I didn’t feel any pain.

“capital punishment…….”

I took a difficult step forward.

I can see it. The face of the person I missed the most. But the face of the person I never wanted to see.

“Long-term execution… … .”

There are no tears, because those things have dried up long ago.

“So I… … .”

He reached out his hand. The gesture was pitiful.

It’s lost forever. It can’t be found.

Even if you cut off the heads of your hated enemies, tear their flesh into a thousand and ten thousand pieces, and chew and eat their flesh, those who are already dead will never come back.

There is nothing left.

Those he looked at. Those who looked at him. Those who helped him live. Those who helped him live. None of them are there.

“uh…….”

So then what were you fighting for?

I know the cause, sacrifice, and uprightness of those who have fallen. I also know that Cheongmyeong was so great that I cannot deny it.

But if this is the price you pay for it, then what’s the point?

A groan bordering on sobbing escaped.

If they really had to endure such an ending, why are the faces of the dead so painful? Did they really wish for such a death?

“Ugh… … .”

Cheongmyeong’s hand continued to extend forward, waving.

That was when.

“Do you regret it at all?”

Suddenly, Cheongmyeong, who was drenched in blood, slowly turned his gaze at the voice that was heard. Suddenly, a person was standing next to him. A man with a bright appearance who did not fit in this fierce battlefield.

“sugar…….”

Cheongmyeong’s eyes wavered.

“……paper.”

The person who called my name smiled coldly.

“I asked if you had any regrets.”

… … I know. The party leader is dead. He shouldn’t be here.

“What qualifications does your brother have?”

“… … .”

“They died as they wished. My death will be the same. You are not responsible for that, brother. You cannot be held responsible for not being able to prevent it.”

“… … Boya.”

“And yet, to feel responsible for their deaths is just arrogance. You are not a god. You cannot do everything.”

Qingming just stared blankly at the Tangbo.

The face of Dangbo, who spoke coldly as if shooting out words, looked truly indifferent. There was not a single trace of warmth in his eyes like in the past.

No, rather, it seems like the gaze is sharply cutting Cheongmyeong.

“Don’t you know? Regret is something you can only have when you didn’t do something you could have done. Regret doesn’t suit you, hyung. So… … .”

Dangbo’s head slowly turned. He looked at the miserable peak of Mt. Daesan carefully, but coldly.

“This isn’t regret, it’s fear.”

“… … .”

“Fear of losing, isn’t it?”

It’s changing.

The moment the Dangbo finished speaking, the familiar faces around him gradually became unfamiliar. No, it would be more correct to say that they had now become more familiar.

The appearance of the long-suffering executioner who had died has changed into that of a familiar face.

“… … Private study.”

Baekcheon collapses with his eyes wide open as if he had died before the excruciating pain had completely subsided. He is covered in dried blood and a cold chill.

This kind of sight was all too familiar, but Baek Cheon Man hoped it would never happen again. But now Baek Cheon was lying down in exactly that position.

“……accident.”

Yui Seol is lying down next to him.

“Yoon Jong… … . Jo Geol, So So, Hye Yeon… … .”

Everyone he knew was filling this place.

“Jang Moon-in… … . Namgung Do-wi, So Baek-ah… … .”

Everyone in the Volcano, in the Cheonwoo Maeng. And everyone he knew.

His world is collapsing here.

“ah…….”

My whole body was trembling like an aspen tree. But Dangbo still taunted me with a cold voice.

“Do you understand? You’re not regretting anything, brother. You’re afraid. You’re just afraid of losing something.”

“I am…….”

The party leader laughed softly.

“It’s ridiculous. The world’s greatest plum blossom swordsman is trembling like a coward in a corner. If the demonic cult bastards saw that, they’d laugh so hard they’d burst in laughter.”

Cheongmyeong glared fiercely. Bloodshot eyes began to appear on the whites of his eyes.

“What do you… … know?”

“… … .”

“What does that little brat know who just threw it away so easily!”

Anger and fear erupted in screams.

“A kid who has never lost anything! What do you know about a kid who died first, leaving me alone! How can you understand the feelings of someone who loses one by one the things they shouldn’t lose?”

“So you were scared?”

“this……!”

Cheongmyeong clenched his trembling hands.

I made up my mind countless times.

This is the right way, this is what he has to do, this is what he has to do. There is no second best. He has to fight and win, no matter what sacrifices he has to make. That way he won’t lose more.

Yeah, I knew that and held on, forcing myself to sit down.

but…….

“But it must be scary. Fighting means losing.”

“… … .”

“But, hyung, the process of losing is scary. Like a child who can’t do anything because he doesn’t want to lose even a single grain of sand he’s holding in his hands on a white sand beach.”

So I fought. At the front, most fiercely. Then I wouldn’t lose.

But at some point, I realized that the path he was walking was not that different from the past.

The longer he stood on the blood-stained battlefield, the more he repeated the act of cutting people’s heads, the more it seemed that the Plum Blossom Sword Lord was standing there instead of him.

That’s why I was scared. Even though the process and method were different, I couldn’t shake the fear that the end result might be the same.

“Brother, you are a selfish person. You don’t know anything about justice, you only care about yourself.”

Dangbo raised one corner of his mouth.

“At first, you must have been proud. The trees you raised became famous in the world and continued the will of the past.”

“… … .”

“But at some point they must have figured it out. Someday they… … .”

Tang Bo’s gaze turned back to the top of the mountain. There were countless corpses wearing the volcanic garb.

“That I am in the most dangerous place. Even now, when my brother is not around.”

Cheongmyeong grabbed my face. At that moment, the sword he was holding left a wound on my cheek. Blood began to drip down.

The clear eyes visible between the fingers trembled anxiously, not knowing where to go.

“Like… … a volcano from the past.”

“shut up…….”

“I’m proud. It’s great. It’s great. Yes… … Just like them in the past.”

“Shut up!”

“But don’t you know, brother?”

Dangbo’s face becomes distorted and he turns into a devil.

“Where does it end?”

Paaaaang!

Cheongmyeong swung his sword with all his might. Tang Bo’s body was cut diagonally. However, Tang Bo continued to speak calmly even after his body was torn apart.

“You’ve been lucky so far. But when that good luck runs out and your power is no longer within your reach… …Taoist Brother will face a sight like this again. Don’t you know that? Even if others don’t, you should know.”

“You… …! Shut your mouth!”

“I wonder what kind of expression my brother will make then. I don’t think there will be anyone to blame then.”

Akmun Cheongmyeong asked. His eyes became bloodshot and even burst, turning the whites of his eyes red.

“What should I have done? What should I have done? What on earth should I have done!”

“Why do you ask me that?”

“……what?”

“If you want to ask, you should ask them.”

Cheongmyeong flinched at Dangbo’s cold words. He forced himself to slowly turn his frozen head.

The corpses that had been lying there in a miserable state had all suddenly stood up. It was extremely grotesque because there was no sign of life whatsoever.

“I should have just left it alone.”

“… … Jogeol.”

“Then I wouldn’t have died. I could have returned to Sacheon and lived happily.”

The other corpses also opened their mouths in sorrowful voices.

“I must have walked the path of a Taoist alone in a destroyed volcano.”

“Even if I had stayed in the Tang family, if there had been no death penalty, I would not have died.”

“I would not have been excommunicated from Shaolin. And the abbot would not have lost you on his own.”

Everyone slowly raised their heads that had been bowed.

“uh…….”

There was a gaping hole where the two eyes should be. That empty space stared at Cheongmyeong.

After a while, everyone started to approach, one step at a time.

Cheongmyeong took a step back without realizing it.

“It’s because of you.”

“Because of the death penalty.”

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have died like this.”

Cheongmyeong, who was taking a step back, gritted his teeth.

“You! You wanted it! You said you wanted it! I… … I didn’t want it. I… … !”

“It’s because of you.”

Someone’s outstretched hand grabbed the hem of his clothes. Another’s hand grabbed his foot.

Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand. Hand.

A multitude of hands covered my entire body.

Among them, one particularly thin, conspicuous hand cupped his face.

“buy…….”

“It’s because of you.”

The once venerable look was nowhere to be found on his miserable face with his eyes wide open. A wretch’s hand filled with nothing but intense hatred grabbed Cheongmyeong’s face.

“No… … . I’m not dead! No one has died yet! I… … . I am!”

“But you’ll lose it soon, won’t you?”

Cheongmyeong suddenly turned his head.

As the dark red despair covered the world, the noble Tang Bo looked at him and laughed at him.

“Unfortunately.”

“you…….”

“That place is hell too.”

* * *

In the thick darkness, Cheongmyeong, who had been burying her face in her knees in the corner of the room, opened her eyes. Then she slowly raised her head.

Gulp.

His lips were filled with fresh, black blood. His eyes were filled with self-mockery.

He knows that Dangbo is dead. The Dangbo he saw a little while ago is not the one he knew.

But that made it even funnier.

If that’s the case, then it’s not the Dangbo, but Qingming. All the cold remarks that the Dangbo poured out might have been what Qingming wanted to say to himself.

A terrible nightmare that comes when you close your eyes.

A terrible sense of alienation, so terrible that it feels like you are not yourself.

And… … a growing sense of loss. A feeling of losing what I had little by little, even though I hadn’t done anything yet.

Cheongmyeong knows what all this is called.

We have to overcome it. We have to win. Just like we always have.

But that couldn’t be. From some point on, his body had been betraying him. It was as if his body, rather than his head, had been consumed by an unknown fear.

All he could do now was grit his teeth and pretend to be calm.

If you don’t do this properly, everything will fall apart in an instant.

“Long-term execution… … .”

Cheongmyeong buried his face again in his knees soaked in black blood.

“… … Give it to me.”

Everything was eating away at him.