Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 124



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Episode 124 – The True Man of the Hand

An overwhelming presence that approaches me slowly but steadily.

Although he had not yet shown his presence, I was certain that the owner of this presence was the shaman’s officer, Jang Gwan-jin.

There was only one person in the shaman world who could have this kind of presence.

Still, I had doubts about whether this presence was really the ‘Shaman’s Officer Jin-in’.

That was understandable. This overwhelming presence that seemed to be pressing down on my entire body was different from a murderous intent.

An ominous feeling as if the natural order is being destroyed.

If my memory is not mistaken······.

The leader of the Demonic Cult, Akjihak.

Elder of the Demonic Cult, Blood Heavenly Priestess.

The ominous feeling I had now was very similar to the ominous feeling I had felt from these two.

No, it was much darker.

This was something that a shaman’s officer corps could never have.

If I had learned the martial arts and secret methods created by Senior Jang Sam-bong, I would never have been able to exude such ominousness.

Moreover, Janggyo Jinin is the number one shaman. He is the one who best understood and was enlightened by the teachings of shamans and the teachings of Jang Sambong.

And yet, it exudes such an eerie ominous feeling······.

“A man named Hwalongdaehyeop, who reveres chivalry, is committing such a crime at the shaman’s headquarters······.”

An old voice broke through my thoughts.

When I turned my head and looked there, there was a man who looked like an old Taoist monk standing there.

The pure white robe that covered his entire body was engraved with the Taegeuk pattern and symbols symbolizing the Heavenly King.

Hair with a faint shade of gray.

If you look closely at his wrinkled skin and long, gray beard, you can see the depth of his enlightenment.

The presence of Janggyo Jinin was quiet and mysterious, as if he had become one with nature.

The appearance was like watching the younger days of Jang Sam-bong, and he could truly be called the number one shaman.

An inexplicable eerieness and ominousness came over me from the officer I met in person.

As I confirmed with my own eyes the true nature of the ominousness that had stimulated my five senses, the alarm bell in my head rang loudly.

My mouth went dry from the tension, and my instincts woke up, giving me a feeling of fear.

There were many things I wanted to ask.

But I didn’t ask.

Questions are useless.

I gripped the dragon’s fang tightly. I sharpened my tension. It’s different from Yang Jong-cheon. I shouldn’t think about the ten shamanistic rituals.

Jang Gyo-jin is the number one shaman and one of the five best martial artists in the world.

It is a giant dragon, of which only five exist in the vast world.

The officer’s eyes light up for a moment, and the coiled dragon slowly raises its body.

‘Coming.’

Before I could even finish my thoughts, Janggyo Jinin’s new figure suddenly disappeared.

The appearance of the officers as if they had evaporated.

It was only a split second that his appearance came right before my eyes.

* * *

Kwaang!

A loud explosion was heard from one side. I looked up in surprise and saw Cheongwoon and Janggyojin fighting each other’s swords.

What happened in a split second when even the process of cognition was not permitted.

There is no other way to describe it than to say that both the officer who did it and the Cheongun who responded were astonished.

“Oh, just now···.”

“What the heck is going on···?”

This is not just a fight between simple masters.

A fight between the ten best and five worst in the world.

It could possibly be a fight between the five great powers of the world.

It was an absurd fight between strong men, where even the smallest of openings, seen by mistake, would lead to certain death.

But the level of each other was not equal.

To put it bluntly, Cheongun’s realm is one step behind.

It is certain that Cheongun is a ‘peak’ that cannot be defined as genius.

However, even if it is called the peak of the later index, it cannot overcome the talent of time.

No matter how lucky one is, nothing can match the depth of experience accumulated over the years.

But······Why on earth is that?

‘this guy···.’

In fact, Jang Gyo-jin, who was directly facing Cheong-un, could not think that way. Cheong-un’s sword, which was facing him, showed no signs of being pushed away.

Rather, it is the sword of the military officers that is being pushed out.

Surprisingly, it’s this side that’s being pushed.

Kagagak!

Sparks fly and a pressure like a mountain weighs down Jang Gwan-jin’s entire body. A strength that can crush anything in the world is felt through the sword.

······If this continues, I will be completely crushed.

Janggyo Jinin took a step back. Taegeuk Hyegeom Yu Neung Je Gang (柔能制剛). Softness overcomes strength, but if you are too strong, you will inevitably break.

He spreads his wings and releases the sword and power of Cheongun.

However, as if he had expected it, Cheongun’s sword moved half a beat earlier.

Kwaang!

The swords of Cheongun and Jang Gwanjin clashed.

‘I couldn’t shed any strength…?’

The officer’s face hardened.

Even as the question arose, the sword of Cheongun continued to fly.

Kwakwakwakwang!

The power of different energies was intertwined. It was twisted, cut, connected, and sped up again. Janggyo Jinin continued to flow power.

However, the sword of Cheongun also followed the sword of Jang Gwanjin.

A movement that seems to be looking ahead at the number of officers.

Every time I come into contact with the Sword of Cheongun, the sensation I feel with my fingertips becomes clearer.

‘This is······.’

It’s such a familiar feeling. How could I not know it?

‘Taegeuk Hyegeom···?’

The Taegeuk Hyegeom (太極慧劍), the shaman’s secret technique and art that Janggyo Jinin is currently practicing.

The essence of the Taegeuk Hye Sword is melted into the Cheongun Sword.

The sword of Cheongun that was now weighing down on his hand could clearly be called the Taegeuk Hye Sword.

The questions of why and how were not asked.

This meant only one thing.

“You idiot!! How dare you steal something from a shaman!!”

Cheongun learned it by stealing from a shaman.

For a martial artist, stealing and learning from another school is a taboo among taboos.

If they are of the same sect, they are punished with the crime of destroying the knights by cutting their muscles and severing their blood and energy vessels.

Even if they belong to different schools, they will become public enemies in the martial arts world and will be subject to the order of execution for the rest of their lives.

A serious crime that a martial artist belonging to a sect must never commit.

“And you can still call yourself the great warrior of Hwa-ryong who reveres chivalry!!”

The anger of the officer reached its peak. The internal energy of his body exploded and burst out in all directions. The murderous intent arose sharply. The murderous intent that arose sharply took shape.

The state of a person who harms others with just his thoughts.

Janggyo Jinin did not stop there.

The sharp murderous intent took shape. It turned into a slaughter and poured down on Cheongwoon.

During all these processes, Janggyo Jinin did not swing his sword.

The realm of the Heart Sword, where one can shape a sword using only one’s mind.

Dozens of intangible slashes without form rain down on Cheongwoon. This is a peerless martial art that can instantly slaughter even the most advanced masters.

However, this did not apply to Cheongun.

Cheongwoon’s two eyes flared up for a moment. The sense of energy expanded. Cheongwoon’s sword suddenly moved like flowing water. Janggyo Jinin’s eyes opened in surprise.

Do you recognize each and every one of these invisible, intangible tragedies?

and.

Only once from left to right.

There was no skill in it. It was crude and monotonous. Nevertheless, the sword of the blue cloud contained the power to cut through anything.

Kwaaaaang!

All the intangible calamities are scattered and disappear.

······Is this also the Taegeuk Hyegeom?

I don’t know. No, it’s different.

Cheongun’s sword clearly contains the principles of the Supreme Ultimate. However, it is different from Jang Gwan-jin’s Taegeuk Hye-geom.

Another type of martial arts that seems to have branched off from the same meaning of the Tai Chi (太極)······.

No, it’s not.

This could be said to be the opposite.

It was a martial art of the Janggyo Jinin sword that split from the Taegeuk (Great Ultimate).

The Sword of Cheongun is a sword that is closer to the true Supreme Ultimate.

“How could this······!”

This is truly the sword of a true shaman.

* * *

The essence of the Supreme Ultimate contained in the Cheongun Sword.

It is a true sword of a martial artist that goes beyond the ranks of military officers. It is not something that can be achieved overnight.

“Was the fame of Hwa-ryong-dae-hyeop and the King of the Jang River also gained by stealing from our shamans?”

The officers’ eyes were bloodshot.

The explosive momentum transforms into a clear murderous intent.

A true person who teaches with his palm is a true person who teaches with his palm.

The first sword that protects shamans and is also the leader of shamans.

“And you still have the audacity to show off your face!!”

Janggyo Jinin’s body moved like a tiger. He strode forward with brisk steps and dug into Cheongun’s embrace.

Boom! Boom! The swords met and Cheongwoon’s body was pushed back. Jang Gwanjin continued to walk forward.

At that very moment.

The tip of Cheongun’s sword shakes. Soon, the sword bends as if dancing, and its tip and beginning meet, splitting into tens of thousands of branches.

The sword of the blue cloud splits into many branches, leaving behind an afterimage. It is like an intangible, formless slaughter that······.

‘Sword of the Heart···?’

Surprise was engraved in the officers’ eyes.

Are you saying that Cheongun has already reached the level of Simgeom (Heart Sword)?

It doesn’t make sense. The Heart Sword is a secret technique that even the best martial artists in the world cannot easily perform. It is a realm that even the military officers have slowly come to realize.

But is a young kid on the edge of the contract wielding a sword of the heart?

It was a fact that was completely unbelievable, but it could only be explained by the phrase, “the black heart sword of Cheongun that divides.”

Janggyo Jin-in sharpened his mind.

At first glance, the Heart Sword appears to be a martial art that cannot be countered.

But that’s never the case.

If you can see and read the direction in which thoughts arise, it is a technique that can be sufficiently responded to.

That is, for an unmanned machine that has reached a certain level, it is nothing more than the creation of variables based on unpredictability.

Moreover, the officers and men have reached the same level of the sword of the heart.

This means that even variable creation based on unpredictability is not applicable to military personnel.

The officer’s sword hung diagonally.

Taegeuk Hyegeom Jinsik, Baek Sa Tosin (White Snake Tooth).

The officer’s sword suddenly bit the dozens of branches that were pouring out like a single snake.

Kwaaaaang!!

There was a huge explosion and a huge impact hit Zhang Jianjin’s palm hard. It was at this moment that Zhang Jianjin’s eyebrows twitched.

‘···It is not a sword of the heart.’

This is by no means the power of the Heart Sword.

The simgeom (心劍) literally means ‘sword of the heart.’

It is a formless, tragedy that embodies an idea in the form of a sword.

That is why its power can never be strong.

It takes exponential amounts of psychic power to inflict fatal damage, which isn’t cost-effective.

Therefore, in a fight between masters, the ultimate winner is a decisive blow with a clear and tangible substance.

But just now, the Sword of Cheongun.

The branching out into dozens of branches could never be considered an intangible force.

This was like a real-world disaster.

Then is it an illusionary sword?

But even if you mix it with illusion, in the end it is still an illusion.

It means that anything that has no substance is the same.

then······.

That’s not an illusion sword.

Those divisions weren’t welcoming either.

‘distortion?’

That is also a spatial distortion caused by ‘fun’.

The pleasure of speed is taken to the extreme, and space itself is distorted to create a division.

As a result, the axis of space and time is distorted, and the senses of the officers who perceive it are also forcibly distorted.

But is that even possible···?

Janggyojin is also a swordsman who handles the sword.

Although he cannot be said to have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he was counted among the top five swordsmen in the world.

I could confidently say that I had mastered the six basic principles of the sword, and of course, I had also mastered the principle of pleasure.

But I’ve never heard or seen anything like that possible.

‘What nonsense!’

I never thought that I could imitate such an illusion through pleasure. To be precise, I couldn’t even imagine it.

That’s because speed is straightforward and simple.

The limitation of pleasure is that it cannot contain any change.

And yet, it was made possible.

It means that the limitations of pleasure have been overcome.

······It’s deep. So deep.

How profound must one’s martial arts knowledge be to be able to think and attempt such things?

And what kind of martial arts have you honed to be able to display it?

They say you see as much as you know.

The depth of Cheongun’s martial arts knowledge is impossible to fathom.

To that extent, Cheongun’s pleasure was on a completely different level.

The sword of Cheongun, split by the axis of the twisted space-time, is connected as one and shot out.

The silent black this time is also formless, with no visible shape.

A speed that deceives not only the five senses but even the sense of smell.

The intangible essence of extreme pleasure is shot out in a visual form.

Again, I say that pleasure cannot contain change.

It’s just a straight line.

Of course, if it is that level of extreme pleasure, there would be no need for any changes.

However, if you can only react to the speed, it can be a double-edged sword that opens up room for counterattack.

······If it was the happiness that Jang Gyo-jin knew, it had to be like that.

Cheongun’s hand moves. The direction of the sword being shot changes. The changed direction changes its trajectory again. As a result, a single beam of light suddenly splits into dozens of branches.

Taeeulseon martial arts sword.

The sixth invitation.

A flash of light – Yeon.

Pavababababak!

A feast of sword strikes that pierce through the entire space without a single gap.

It seems like an illusion of pleasure, and there is no room to avoid it, and it doesn’t even feel like it can be avoided.

That is unavoidable. It is unacceptable. If that is the case.

The officer’s offensive changed. The boiling energy condensed into one point and gathered at the tip of the officer’s sword.

Taegeuk Hyegeom Jinsik, Yeonja Takni.

The officer’s sword stands upright and pierces through one of the pouring sword strikes.

Bam!

The fragments of the colliding ship exploded and scattered in all directions. The officers’ bodies staggered and were pushed away.

Scattered white hair and bloodshot eyes.

Red blood flowed down from the wrinkled corners of Janggyo Jinin’s mouth.

Cheongun took a few steps back.

Cheongun was also not unscathed by the clash just now.

But it was immediately clear who had the upper hand.

“I, the real person was pushed···?”

“oh my god!”

The shock of the Taoists watching the fight subsided.

The shock soon turned to amazement and a thick silence followed.

And it was only after some time had passed that the officer’s mouth began to move.

Of course, that’s to be expected.

“······Who are you?”

It’s not that I don’t know Cheongun’s true identity.

I know that he is the ‘Hwalong Daehyeop’ who defeated the leader of the Demonic Cult and the ‘Great King of the Yangtze River’ who has seized control of the Yangtze River.

However, there were two main reasons why Jang Gyo-jin asked about Cheong-un’s true identity.

Firstly, he is able to perfectly use the Taegeuk sword even though he is not a shaman.

And the second and most crucial reason was the martial arts that Cheongwoon had just displayed.

Rather than a martial art, it is more like a basic sword technique that has been honed to its extreme.

One day······I saw a similar herbivore.

An unidentified master known as the star beyond the sky.

Extraterrestrial.

In the world of martial arts, the concept of the best in the world is an illusory concept that cannot exist.

However, Jang Gwan-jin thought that if it could exist, the closest thing to it would be Cheon-wi-seong.

Janggyo Jinin could speak with certainty because he had directly crossed swords with Cheon Wae-seong.

And just now, I felt the same kind of herbivorousness and martial arts from Cheongun.

Are you saying that Cheongun is a genius?

······That’s not it.

It has been a full 20 years since Jang Gyo-jin met Cheon Oe-seong.

If we estimate Cheongun’s current age, we can easily see that this is an absolutely untenable proposition.

Of course, I didn’t know Cheon-oe-seong’s face.

He always wore a mask.

Judging from his physique and voice, he was a man, but Cheongwoon could never be a genius.

‘But how······.’

But for some reason, Cheongun and Cheonwiseong look quite similar.

The aura of an absolute being, infinitely close to being the best in the world, was felt from the young, pale Cheongwoon.

Janggyo Jinin asked Cheongwoon.

“now.”

Cheongun answered in one word.

“I will tell you that I am a shaman.”

Kwaang!

In an instant, Cheongun’s sword and Jang Gwanjin’s sword collided, closing the distance between them. The tingling sensation in my hand······ I couldn’t feel it properly.

The steps of the officers were pushed back indefinitely by the ever-increasing strength of Cheongun.

Janggyo Jinin had no choice but to admit it.

I can’t guarantee a win against Cheongun.

It’s hard to believe, but it’s true.

However, that did not mean that Janggyo Jinin was defeated by Cheongwoon.

It was not okay to lose.

The officers had a ‘one mission’ that they had to accomplish.

“The shaman is just my age.”

Suddenly, a black current of air surged up from Jang Gwan-jin’s entire body.