Look up at the second world.
In the end, I’ve been defeated.
I was trying to drag it into a draw until the very end… but…
Yeah, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign has won.
It doesn’t seem like Samabak will move to summon me. The martial artist who observed for several years believes in resolving their own grudges with their own hands.
The best course of action is to do what you can with your own strength.
Although there was a big mistake in the first world, it was warm enough to be called passionate. You already knew that much when you received an entire world, right?
Since I’ve obtained everything I could, even though there was a slip-up at the end, let’s call it a success.
But the second world was a failure.
I didn’t gain much warmth. Even if Samabak manages to help out, this side is no different from having made a contract with the fallen light at the bottom.
To resist irrationality, to settle the grudges that have poured forth, and to exact revenge on those who insulted oneself…
A completely ordinary person at rock bottom who chooses to make a contract.
At least it’s fortunate that this provides some warmth gathering, but it’s insufficient.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a complete failure where nothing was done.
I gained knowledge.
I gained far more knowledge than when I patiently endured for a long time in the first world to obtain the knowledge of a person named Yaseul.
Tongcheon, Daegon.
Based on biotechnology capable of editing souls, he conquered all his worlds and initiated wars of invasion into other worlds.
However, due to invading too much, he was counterattacked, lost his original world, and fled. Then, moving to the next world, he tried to massacre the natives and start anew.
But there were native forces led by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign.
While it’s common for the natives to be massacred and the invaders to dominate their territories, it was different here.
They actually triumphed instead.
Of course, Tongcheon didn’t fight just once.
He went in alone and failed, then brought along subordinates he managed to save and failed again.
And realizing that wasn’t enough, he established the Jyeogyo, a group opposing the Cheon-gyo.
When an openly opposing group appears against one faction, people gather. That’s why enemies are needed in politics.
Anyway,
Originally, the Cheon-gyo was a congregation of immortals, while mere wanderers on the land were considered wild beasts or fallen immortals.
But when a force openly hostile to the Cheon-gyo emerged, those dissatisfied with the Cheon-gyo gathered, as did those persecuted by them, and others who joined hoping to gain something, forming a massive group.
Of course, those persecuted by the Cheon-gyo were like this: If a mother had twins, they would threaten her to choose one child or both would die, kill the chosen one, and send back the unchosen—such malevolent types who do it for fun.
We were just playing around, and yet they claim we were being persecuted by the Cheon-gyo. That kind of evil.
Such elements gathered and formed the Jyeogyo.
Surprisingly, it worked well.
Why?
Because anyone who rebelled was crushed, and anyone who disobeyed orders or slacked off was turned into elixirs.
Direct violence and rewards when tasks were done well.
You train beasts with whips and carrots, and they obey.
Every time they obey, they get elixirs that visibly strengthen them. The pleasure of power is evident when so many people using cheat programs in online games still want to win.
Once addicted, there’s no escape.
Using every possible method like that, Tongcheon increased his forces, leading the Jyeogyo into war against the Cheon-gyo but…
Ultimately, he was defeated.
Even with advanced technology, easily gathered followers betray just as easily. In critical situations, they choose to flee rather than rush in to kill one more enemy.
When one flees, it quickly leads to more unable to fight.
Thus, after losing, Daegon fled into the water. It was a place hard for the Cheon-gyo to find him, and there was a rule not to capture and kill those fleeing.
Daegon stubbornly survived and almost started over from zero.
He built the Tianma Sect through a contract with the first Tianma, or manipulated things so the Tianma ruled while secretly pulling strings from within, using people.
Then the third Tianma was Eunjai, and Daegon, intrigued by the power Eunjai wielded, incited Gyeonguyong through the Woljedang to kidnap Choseol and raise her from childhood.
But during this process, the Tianma interfered, and before Daegon could properly approach the Tianma through the Woljedang, someone used Choseol’s body without permission.
That’s when I entered Choseol’s body.
And ultimately, Daegon died at my hands.
There was such an overwhelming amount of warmth, no, heat—it felt incredible. Haha.
And I know there are plenty of these kinds of things.
At least, if I look up now, there’s a relatively close massive light shining.
Knowing that light carries as much warmth as its size implies, all those lights are prey.
Or maybe I could turn them into Harvesting Systems…
Hmm…
No.
It’s impossible to create Harvesting Systems. I know. If that heat touches me, I can’t endure it. I won’t. Never.
Because I can eliminate this coldness.
Not just temporarily soothing with small warmth but completely escaping the cold itself.
Speaking of which, the Primal Heavenly Sovereign was disappointed as if asking, “What is this?”
No, I realized I was already taking a beating from the moment then.
After eating the three-tiered cake that was Daegon and expecting something similar, I felt like I only got a grain of rice.
This side also has its own history, and although they led the massive group called Kunlun and did bad things, they’re not perfect sages.
But they resisted.
Even as their soul shattered and scattered, their body twisted beyond recognition, practically reduced to an object, they resisted.
Not against me.
Against the cold.
A cold so terrible it’s unbearable. No material heat can warm you. According to the memories of the Primal Heavenly Sovereign, both he and I were in a state akin to being buried in the sun.
At the moment the petals were damaged, I nearly transcended and flew away.
But the world was already broken, and my body faintly leaking, so I unexpectedly retrieved Choseol’s body.
The weight caused the Pure Land to sink!
By the way, the Pure Land is an artificially created small dimension, and there are multiple Pure Lands. The largest and most massive one used as living space for immortals is called Kunlun.
And the name Kunlun comes from Kunlun Mountain, where the entrance to the Pure Land is installed.
Kunlun Mountain existed first. Even before the Pure Land era, immortals lived peacefully on Kunlun Mountain until the great war with Tongcheon.
I don’t know how anyone could reach such technological heights in a world free of contamination or destruction.
If it exists in reality, it must mean it’s possible.
Following Daegon, I was also expelled. Although the Primal Heavenly Sovereign sacrificed himself, both he and I know they’ll live properly.
My defeat.
There may be factions branching off from the Celestial Sect centered around the Jade Emperor, but it doesn’t matter now.
Yes.
I see the last remaining connection.
Here below, there’s no flow of time. If stretched, it extends endlessly; if compressed, it passes instantly.
I fast-forwarded.
Samabak cultivated his power until he was satisfied, then returned to the Murim world.
Perhaps because he’d been in a cave for over ten years, when he came out, no one cared about his purple hair anymore.
So when he headed to Hyungsanpa to find Jeongchiljin, no one stopped him.
It had been a long time since he returned to his sect.
And he found Jeongchiljin.
But if someone exiled long ago seeks revenge against Hyungsanpa, would members of Hyungsanpa hand over their own?
They wouldn’t.
Instead, those who remembered Samabak came out, accusing him of corruption through demonic energy, and tried to kill him.
A bloodbath began.
Samabak killed everyone who stood in his way, searching Hyungsanpa to avenge Jeongchiljin.
Hyungsanpa leads among the five sword sects because the leader of the Wuaekpa alliance was from Hyungsanpa.
Wuaekpa arrived to save Hyungsanpa.
Meanwhile, Samabak failed to find Jeongchiljin and was stealing information to compensate.
How to steal information?
Is there any other way for someone powerful besides extracting it through violence?
Evil accumulates. It grows, grows, and keeps growing.
To completely sever it, you must either perfectly resolve it or hide within a massive organization so large humans can’t comprehend it.
That’s corporate stuff. Exploit people until they die, discard them if they malfunction or die in accidents, and blame the dead anyway.
People with grievances curse the company’s name, not the individual responsible.
It’s a good system where you won’t randomly get stabbed on the street.
But Samabak couldn’t do either.
And the accumulated evil boomeranged back at him.
Those seeking justice to kill him, those avenging their slain siblings, and those killing for honor.
Samabak suppressed them all with martial arts.
Somewhere along the way, rumors spread calling him the reincarnation of the Celestial Demon. The faint legends of the Celestial Demon Sect merged with the real-life Samabak.
Then the Murim Alliance moved to eliminate him.
If I’m extracted and used, I won’t die from fuel exhaustion. Even wielding vast amounts of energy, as long as it’s controlled, it can be swung infinitely.
Shisan Hyolhae.
Kill, kill, kill.
Finally, a man wielding the Makya Sword appeared before him.
That blade couldn’t defeat Samabak. He had grown while fighting as naturally as breathing.
So after overpowering and torturing the man, the truth revealed:
Jeongchiljin had already been robbed of his treasure long ago and murdered somewhere. Since his body couldn’t be found, everyone assumed he was merely missing.
Samabak killed that man and took the Makya Sword.
And wielding the treasure, he went berserk until the immortals arrived, eventually dying amidst a gathering of numerous immortals and Murim Alliance experts.
A similar scene happened before.
Back then, it was Eunjai.
Eunjai survived, but Samabak died.
But looking at the events, they’re identical.
The Murim flows the same way it always has. Only the people change; the Jianghu remains unchanged.
It seems like it’ll stay that way forever.
As I thought this, along with the last bit of warmth from the second world, all connections were severed.
Goodbye, second world.
If you’re alive, we’ll meet again.
