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Seolyeong looked down at his unconscious husband with dazed eyes. The usual cold aura that radiated from Sahyeol Amje no longer flowed from him, his face peaceful like a child in deep sleep. It felt as if the energy that marked his life as a martial artist had quietly slipped away, and Seolyeong shook his head. “No. No, husband…” He was the Supreme One who had conquered Jungwon. His Qi was not the sort to be worn thin from reckless use, and his martial arts were not something that could…- 253.5 K • Completed
- Had the lord of Geukmunggak lied, or had that voice not even been real from the start? Could it be that Sahyeol Amje had resorted to such a lowly trick just to draw him out of the Yurigung? Unable to reach a clear conclusion, Seolyeong chose to move forward anyway. Whoever was playing with him, he had come here to meet Sahyeol Amje. Even if the man had used some damn illusion technique on him, there was no time or room to be daunted by it. “I knew it would come to this…” He approached…
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- It was the moment Sahyeol Amje began his assault on the martial world that Seolyeong, who had once cried in sorrow like a bird robbed of its nest, finally rose to his feet, wiping his eyes. The man raised as a killer began to massacre the warriors of the martial world. Screams echoed from every corner, but Seolyeong, no longer a part of that past, could do nothing to help them. He ran toward the battlefield, where corpses were piling up like walls, closed his swollen eyes for a moment, and opened them…
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- Leaving his bride behind, Tang Yujae headed for Shingang, where the Daeyeonggak stood. Of the eight pavilions that formed the foundation of the Cheonma Divine Sect, they had long since scattered across Jungwon. Among them, Shingang, once the stronghold of the old Cheonma Divine Sect, held the most. Lord Gyo Seokryun of the Daeyeonggak was lounging inside an opium den he co-managed with the Lord of Okhaenggak, puffing leisurely on a long pipe. His wolf-like face was slack with indulgence. Around him were…
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- The moment Tang Yujae realized that his life had been nothing more than a puppet show played out under a predetermined fate, his emotions did not erupt in rage as one might expect. Instead, his heart sank low, like the depths of the sea, and remained in a state of colorless calm. The events played through his mind in order, from the moment he left the Tang clan, which had become a sea of fire, to his arrival in the distant land of Haedong and his meeting with Gyo Seokryun. Doubt took root. What he had…
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- In truth, Hayeon was already exhausted. She had forcibly drawn out the innate celestial energy within her since birth to display overwhelming martial strength. It was only natural for her body to collapse. Had she been in her usual condition, she would never have paid attention to the murmured words of a gentle-looking orthodox warrior. Only after blood gushed from her chest did Hayeon realize she had failed to notice the ambush. She had no choice but to admit defeat. To think she had let her guard…
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- That breath brushed the skin of the man who had once been a bright-eyed boy and was now the leader of the Cheonma Divine Sect. If only that burning yang energy could melt away even the sorrow buried deep within. But it was not so simple. As Tang Yujae watched the living image of his dead sister, a shadow of regret slowly came across his face. It was an unconscious change, born from knowing that the figure he saw again after decades would soon crumble like a mirage. Tang Yujae slowly let go of his…
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- However, there was one thing the man and woman, skilled in turning their tongues, had overlooked. Namgung Woonpyeong was not the kind of man who would make a misguided decision in pursuit of the power to create the greatest martial artist in the world. As a man of the orthodox martial world, he had always strived to make choices he would not be ashamed of. Was it not finally the moment when the war that had plunged the martial world into sorrow was drawing to a close? Thus, Namgung Woonpyeong could…
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- The Cheonma had pursued time with obsessive persistence for years. He could never accept that he lacked the qualities to transcend fate. So he turned away from the woman he loved, disregarded the Cheonma Divine Sect he had built with his life, and treated even his own blood child with cold indifference. Each time he managed to escape the tangled knots of time and return to the present, he found himself once again in conflict with Seonju. “It’s because your cursed blood runs in her veins. Why else…
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- At last, the true owner of the illusion appeared. A handsome man, who had been sitting atop a large, ancient tree, leapt down with a graceful motion. Even when he landed in the snow, there wasn’t the slightest sound. Like a leaf settling on a pond, his movement carried no weight at all. The moment Seolyeong faced the real sect leader, he had to take back everything he’d just thought. He had believed the illusion to be lifelike… but it wasn’t at all. Though the man’s features resembled…
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