Chapter 300 : The Path of the Martial God
Chapter 300: The Path of the Martial God
Kwaaaaarrr!
Sewoon merely drew a single stroke through the black void, yet the aftermath blew away half of the Blood Demon’s Mindscape World.
The white space shattered into fragments like glass, and where it collapsed, only a devouring emptiness invaded—an utter Void.
The Void was a forbidden domain where even the Blood Demon could never survive if he fell into it.
A dreadful abyss churned there, as if pitch-black darkness and crimson blood had been mixed together.
The Blood Demon’s spirit body hurriedly retreated backward.
For the first time, confusion—and an unbelievable terror—settled across his face.
“A, no…! This can’t be…! This can’t be happening!!”
The Blood Demon, who had remained arrogant until the very end, screamed in a wretched voice.
Yet it could not be helped.
The shock was far too great.
The realm he had sought to reach by endlessly repeating and overlapping thousands of years of life.
The power of the Martial God Realm he had desperately yearned for was manifesting—not from himself, but from Sewoon standing before him.
There was no way he could remain sane.
‘Erasing half the world with a single stroke… How could that bastard possess such power…!!’
For countless eons, the Blood Demon had risked everything to trap Sewoon within the Mindscape World, but the result was utterly catastrophic.
Sewoon had already surpassed him by an immeasurable distance, becoming an existence that transcended all cosmic law.
The energy pouring from his opponent was no longer Golden Heaven Harmonization Qi, nor the Poison Energy of Angshin Tears.
An unknown force—one whose very nature could not even be guessed—was surging and swelling.
Srring!
At that moment, Sewoon once again leveled the tip of his blade at him.
The Pure Yang blade was neither Formless Swords nor a Mind Sword.
The radiance pouring from that edge contained the Void blooming across half the world.
Could that truly even be called a sword?
A destructive power that excluded all natural energy and returned every existence to nothingness.
If it had to be given a name, it should be called the “Void Sword.”
The Blood Demon racked his brain countless times, desperately pondering how to face the Void Sword, yet no method came to mind.
Then, as Sewoon looked down at the Blood Demon flailing in desperation, he spoke with apparent disdain.
“What a ridiculous sight, Blood Demon.”
“!!”
With those words—
Kwa-ga-ga-ga!
Pa-sseu-sseu-sseu!
“Kraaaaaagh!!!”
Once again, the Blood Demon’s scream erupted.
The afterimage of flesh, the flow of energy, the movement of the Void Sword.
He had seen none of it.
‘M, my arm?!’
The Blood Demon’s right arm had been completely erased.
It was not severed—erased was the only accurate description.
There were no torn scraps of flesh, no flowing blood.
That entire portion had vanished without leaving even a trace.
Space itself had been ripped away entirely.
Sssrrr!
In that instant, the Void Sword, having fulfilled its purpose, returned to Sewoon.
“H, how…?”
“What a foolish question. Why ask something you wouldn’t understand even if I explained it? Are you really that much of an idiot?”
“!!”
The two now stood in positions and circumstances completely reversed from before.
To Sewoon, who had ascended to the Martial God Realm, the Blood Demon was no longer a threat.
No—calling him a threat did not even make sense.
Was it not so?
How could something lesser than a speck of dust possibly harm a human?
Sssaaaah!
Chwaaah!
Sewoon’s physical body—
No, at this point, there was no distinction between Sewoon’s body and the world itself.
An infinite Origin that governed the entire universe composed Sewoon’s very being.
Order and reverse order.
Harmony and destruction.
Sewoon contained all the principles that formed the world, and at the same time, stood wholly above them.
Heaven-Filling Divine Overlord Qi was energy, yet it was not energy.
It was closer to enlightenment—the comprehension required to dominate and encompass the Void itself.
Sewoon already possessed infinite inner power; thus, even the concept of consumption had vanished.
At that moment, every blood vessel in the Blood Demon’s eyes burst as madness overtook him.
The Blood Demon was no longer sane.
“That power is mine…! Give back what belongs to me!!”
Pa-ba-bat!
Shouting that the power he had desired his entire life had been stolen, the Blood Demon stomped down and charged at Sewoon.
Chwaaah!
The world that had been split in half rejoined once more as the Blood Demon thrust both palms toward Sewoon.
The space imbued with the Blood Demon’s will split into thousands of strands, intertwining like chains as it attempted to bind Sewoon.
The Blood Demon’s power surged toward Sewoon like living tentacles, trying to drain and absorb all of Sewoon’s strength—
“Disgusting.”
Sewoon merely frowned as he looked down upon everything rushing at him.
Chwaaah.
This time, opposite to the horizontal stroke before, Sewoon brought his blade down.
Compared to the previous strike—so fast it could not be followed by the naked eye—this sword slash was unbearably slow.
So slow it felt as though time itself had decelerated, as if Sewoon lowering his blade would last for eternity.
‘Then… why?’
Why couldn’t it be avoided—?
Kwaaaaarrr!
Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga!
Along every trajectory traced by Sewoon’s blade, all the power the Blood Demon had unleashed began to vanish as if it had never existed.
The attack itself was not slow.
This was not a matter of extending a sword to cut an enemy.
By severing the enemy’s very consciousness, crushing the domains of his five senses and sixth sense alike, this phenomenon had been brought forth.
The Blood Demon mobilized everything he had to block Sewoon’s attack, but his Reverse Heaven Qi and Evil Arts were nothing more than illusions before the power of a transcendent who had ascended to the Martial God Realm.
Chwaaah—!
Seogeogeogeok!
‘Kkugh! Kuaaaaaaah!!’
The Blood Demon let out a belated scream filled with agony.
But it did not even properly escape his mouth.
His spirit body was being torn to shreds by Sewoon’s sword.
It was pain he had never once experienced in his life—so overwhelming that it felt as though even his consciousness was collapsing, his mind growing distant and hazy.
Yet Sewoon did not stop.
He wagered everything he had, determined to erase the very existence of the Blood Demon from this world.
Kuuuuuuung!
Kwaaaarrrrr!
At that very moment, the Blood Demon’s mindscape world—unable to endure the fall of its master—began to collapse first.
A colossal roar, as though the world itself were crumbling, resounded, and the silhouettes of the two figures were dyed pure white by radiant brilliance.
Kwaaaarrrrr!
Kwaaaang!
With an earth-shaking roar of destruction, a violent shockwave tore through heaven and earth.
“Hurk!!”
“W-what is this?!”
Struck by that enormous wave, every member of the allied forces—who had stood frozen on the battlefield like stone statues—snapped back to their senses.
“M-my head feels like it’s splitting apart.”
“Ugh!!”
They clutched their heads.
Ever since breaking through the final layer, their memories had grown hazy, as if erased, and unbearable pain throbbed within their skulls.
Then it happened.
Kwaaaarrrrr!
Kwaaaang!
Another massive shockwave swept across the surroundings.
Everyone raised their heads toward the sky.
This time, the source of the wave was not the ground, but the lofty heavens above.
“Wait!”
“T-that is…!!”
“The Azure Heaven Martial Emperor!!”
“The Pacheon Association Leader is fighting the Blood Demon!!”
The figures they called the Chairman and the Blood Demon were now completely reversed from before.
As the Blood Demon’s mindscape world collapsed, every sorcery he had cast upon the allied forces vanished entirely.
The sight of Sewoon, returned fully to reality, was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
The Heaven-Filling Divine Overlord Qi pouring forth from Sewoon’s physical body made all who beheld it feel an overwhelming pressure, as though a god had descended.
Chwaaaak!
Kwaaaarrrrrr!
Each time Sewoon swung his sword, the sky—once dyed blood-red—cleared, returning to a pristine blue heaven.
In contrast, the Blood Demon had taken on the appearance of a feeble old man. With his mindscape destroyed, he was losing everything he had built at an alarmingly rapid pace.
Witnessing that overwhelming difference in stature, every member of the allied forces could only release cries of rapture.
“A-ah…!”
“O Martial God…!”
Whether orthodox, unorthodox, or demonic—it no longer mattered where one’s roots lay.
No matter which path they followed, the ultimate essence sought by all beings was manifesting through Sewoon’s hands.
“Ugh… ghhh…”
At that moment, a senile groan slipped from the withered mouth of the Blood Demon.
All the myriad demons and aberrant entities once harbored within his body had already vanished.
Only despair remained in his two pupils.
Chuk.
At that instant, Sewoon blocked the Blood Demon’s final attack.
The Blood Demon’s arm—thin and brittle like a dried branch—was caught in Sewoon’s grip, trembling violently.
“It ends now, Tami.”
Puhk!
At last, Sewoon’s sword precisely pierced the core of the right heart.
Then Sewoon manifested the Heaven-Filling Divine Overlord Qi at the very center of the Blood Demon’s body.
Saaaaaaaah!
Kwaaaarrrrr!
Like raging waves rising over the open sea, a void-like power that annihilated everything began erasing the Blood Demon’s entire existence.
“G-ghrk! N-no…!!”
The Blood Demon could not even complete his final scream.
His physical body had already finished its dissolution.
All that remained was a frail soul—yet even that, Sewoon did not allow to pass on easily.
‘Only after you pay for the evil karma you committed tens of thousands of times over will you be allowed to taste annihilation.’
Sewoon bound the Blood Demon’s soul within a void world that held nothing but pain.
Only after enduring suffering tens of thousands of times greater than that of those sacrificed to his countless regressions would he finally reach extinction.
It was a pitiful end for a being that had sought to bring about the destruction of the world.
And so, everyone confirmed the Blood Demon’s death.
Waaaaaaaah!
A cheer that shook heaven and earth erupted.
As all voices resounded with Sewoon’s name—
Chuk.
At last, Sewoon slowly descended to the ground.
And the one he walked toward was not family, nor comrades, nor anyone else.
Only one person.
“Ha-yeong.”
“…Young Master Tang.”
It was Do Ha-yeong.
Yet Ha-yeong could not bring herself to look directly at Sewoon.
She was suffering from the fact that, even for a moment, her sword had been turned toward him.
With the Blood Demon’s sorcery undone, her memories were now returning.
“…I’m sorry. I… I forgot you.”
“I want to build a new home.”
“Pardon?”
Sewoon did not accept her apology.
There had never been any need for one.
At his sudden declaration of wanting to build a home, Ha-yeong could only blink in confusion.
Then Sewoon spoke.
“Will you be there with me?”
“!!”
Asking her to stay by his side.
There was not the slightest hesitation in his voice.
Tears streaming down her face, Ha-yeong embraced Sewoon.
“…Yes.”
Sewoon gently brushed her shoulder.
Waaaaaaah!
A cheer even greater than when the Blood Demon had been slain burst out around them.
Ignoring the surrounding reactions, Sewoon looked only at her.
Ha-yeong, slowly lifting her gaze toward him, was unimaginably beautiful.
Through her eyes, unknown scenes flickered into view.
Having ascended to the Martial God Realm, he could now see not only his own past, present, and future, but those of others as well.
‘No… there is no need to see it.’
Sewoon did not look upon her future.
“Let us draw the future together.”
He would not look upon it in the future either.
Because the future they would newly paint together was all the more precious for being unknown.
“Of course.”
Ha-yeong took Sewoon’s hand.
Mixed with the warmth that flowed between them, he could feel her sincerity.
Sewoon made a vow within his heart.
This warmth he had received from her—
He would return it a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the rest of his life.
A smile brighter than ever before rose upon Sewoon’s face.
<The End>