Chapter 619 – Blooming in the Wilderness

Here is where it begins.

He must challenge something that is eight or nine tenths impossible.

Divine Beggar Zhu Guang seemed to understand what Jeong Yeon-shin was trying to attempt. Suddenly he slammed both arms into the cliff with a bang, then freed himself from his junior’s back.

Kugugung…

While the vast cliff shook slightly.

The old beggar spoke in a rough voice.

“The first time was nothing special. When I was young, a stray dog I’d grown fond of was about to be caught and eaten by other beggars. It was also a method to get there faster than the guys next to me to get food. So remember this. The will when running must be simple. There should be no distracting thoughts…”

That was all.

Originally, such brief yet highly effective formulas were said to be the most precious.

Anyone who was a peerless master could twist true energy into endless spirals, but the overwhelming explosive power contained in that form was permitted only to Divine Beggar Zhu Guang.

His life was different, and the matter of will was significant.

“Anyway, it changed a bit later. It was after meeting your maternal grandfather. Taking that Diancang Sword Empress’ heart, and considering this poor beggar’s lightness skill as a bear performing tricks… I felt like I had to be faster than that guy or my insides would burst. So it became that way. In the end, I never had a chance to compete until that devil fell into ruin.”

Jeong Yeon-shin absorbed every story like water. He empathized deeply in his mind and consumed lives he had never lived with his heart.

It wasn’t due to talent.

It was only possible because he was fated to live briefly.

And the old beggar’s lamentations about his circumstances were the will befitting extreme speed true energy operation. Divine Beggar Zhu Guang’s life would be proof.

The fastest under heaven.

The old jianghu wanderer who had nothing had somehow embedded his arms in a wall face much higher than Jeong Yeon-shin. It was an appearance highlighting extraordinary intuition. It also meant he had finished what he had to say.

‘Ten… nine…’

The time remaining until Young Heavenly Demon Invincible’s Form-Shifting Void formation would contain sufficient energy.

Jeong Yeon-shin began counting numbers inwardly. While feeling the entirety of vast Black Capital beyond the worn mirror-like wilderness.

Before the city gates, Literary Star’s voice roared like a lion’s roar. The momentum of Yao tribe swordsman Gao Yao Holy Sword Lord, who had created a tsunami of earth with sword strike shock waves spanning dozens of zhang, could also be felt.

Great King Vajra frolicked with three black ranks in a net of blue lightning, and Molten Rock Castle Lord continuously created earthquake-like footwork to prevent the Heaven Conquering Sect Leader from retrieving his sword.

A scene where streams of lightning and semi-transparent heat undulated in all directions.

All filled only with dull vibrations and roars.

There was more.

The martial army forces guarding various parts of Black Capital and the great warriors leading them, up to the Northern Kings who had completely blocked Black Capital Old Palace with its front stone walls shattered.

Northern Capital’s warhorse burst out thunderous snorting, and Upright Star’s crescent blade was embedded in the palace like prison bars with a thump.

Dharma King had raised different colored hand techniques in both hands, and Lu Ban Heavenly Emperor and Aisin-Gioro Black Return created overwhelming pressure just by standing still.

The Fighting God, Southern Emperor, and Young Heavenly Demon Invincible were hidden among them and not visible. Naturally they would be closest to the ivory altar.

It was a natural fortress that permitted no one to break through. It was also the military strength of a nation comparable to the Ming Dynasty.

—Right side! Move formation to the right!

—There are those with solid defensive techniques. Divine Sword Group Ultimate Martial Hall…! Cavalry forces this way!

—Gao Yao Holy Sword Lord and Vajra, please move based on the central official road. Even if the Divine Sword Group’s black swords charge this greatly, we must defend the capital’s center. If necessary, you may bounce enemies away to combat range where my fist can reach.

Sound transmissions raining from afar. Not only the jianghu people of Black Capital’s martial army forces but even Literary Star among the Six Star Lords spared no opinions.

He could feel it.

Each was cleverly blocking Jeong Yeon-shin’s movement routes.

Now every being had recognized the Divine Sword Group Leader and was clearly defending against him. Fitting for the demon realm’s capital where there were no non-masters.

‘Three, two.’

Jeong Yeon-shin silently continued counting. The time remaining until sufficient energy would be supplied to the ivory altar he had seen earlier.

It felt like long years had passed.

The events that had occurred in the demon realm during that time felt immeasurably distant. All seemed to have happened for this moment.

After counting down to one like that, he slowly moved his lips.

[Open the official road.]

Though it was said that all of Black Capital was wary of the Divine Sword Group Leader, similarly there were always those whose attention was focused on Jeong Yeon-shin. The Divine Sword Group divided into upper, middle, and lower three units and the squad leaders wearing black robes.

They reacted immediately.

Divine Sword First Unit was first. After getting closest to Black Capital Old Palace, they suddenly changed direction to the side and completely shattered the formation of cavalry forces that included several great warriors.

Kurrung—

Clearly audible even from afar. A roar like thunder swallowed by dark clouds.

They used Radiant Art Bond as propulsive shock waves for direction changes and charging explosive force. Everyone was clad in hazy white light, and the same was true for Divine Sword Second Unit and Divine Sword Third Unit.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

While penetrating through the pavilion complexes of Black Capital’s high officials, they pierced through other martial army forces from the rear.

While fragments of white explosive force and pieces of metal scattered in all directions, Northern Kings throughout the great city were simultaneously pushed or bounced in different directions.

Literary Star and Gao Yao Holy Sword Lord to the right and left of the central gate, Great King Vajra known for lightning-fast lightness skill mobility to the eastern lake inside Black Capital.

Events that occurred as soon as the Radiant Art Bond shock waves of black super-masters were triggered in twenty-fold stacking. Perhaps due to Jeong Family Dynamic Technique, grayish light clusters naturally dwelt in each of their individual martial arts.

Meanwhile, Molten Rock Castle Lord’s body was in a three-part state. Above a well in the city center.

A sight of his head, torso, and lower body each floating in gaps of space distorted into two streams. The blind man in a bamboo hat was somehow beside him, running his fingertips along his sword.

“……”

The Divine Sword Group had torn open Black Capital.

Literally for a moment. Certainly no more than a few breaths of time. But for Jeong Yeon-shin there was no straighter trajectory than that.

He disappeared from his position as if extinguished.

Whoooooosh…!

The next moment his afterimage overlapped on the path of over ten li extending to Black Capital Old Palace. It was simultaneous with the cliff he had stepped off being swept by circular shock waves and shattered to pieces.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s launched body had the landslide at his back.

He flew while endlessly folding space with a single leap.

In an instant, giant Literary Star reacted like a ghost and leaped toward Jeong Yeon-shin’s ankle area with a bang, but somehow a black-robed noble swordsman was already embedding a sword in Literary Star’s shoulder blade and dragging him to the ground.

Divine Sword Group Jeong Family Dynamic Technique

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A woman whose erector spinae on both sides of her spine were glowing grayish white. It was Law Enforcement Squad Leader Woon So-yu.

No interference would be permitted. As long as the squad leaders kept their eyes open, only one-on-one situations would be given to the Divine Sword Group Leader.

Crash!

Ripples bursting in succession behind Jeong Yeon-shin. Transcendent acceleration continued.

The pavilion complexes that spread pointedly to the sky on both sides passed by in a crumpled state, and before he knew it he was above the stairs leading to Black Capital Old Palace.

He was there.

A limping scarred man standing on the void with his hobbling leg. He had reacted very naturally.

‘A monster of fighting…!’

In a moment split several times over, he was looking at Jeong Yeon-shin. His tough ashen skin had risen in a grin at his lips.

Fighting God.

A blade-sharp thrill raced down Jeong Yeon-shin’s spine. Would it be like this to face a very rough and crude Desolate Fortress Lord as an enemy?

Ve. ry. fast.

Words created by the Fighting God’s mouth shape.

It was a hair-raising scene. He had followed with cognitive ability into the realm of speed that Jeong Yeon-shin occupied. The momentum to strike down the Divine Sword Group Leader to the ground with one punch as soon as they came within close range.

But Jeong Yeon-shin had read something from the Fighting God’s body earlier. There was no need to deliberately clash with the pinnacle of the world early.

Whoooooosh!

Nevertheless he charged in like a comet. He had never once applied brakes. A straight-line realm where time stretched and stuck like a dream. Without even placing his hand on the ceremonial sword’s hilt.

“Well now.”

The Fighting God’s face that had suddenly smiled wryly rapidly swelled in size in his vision.

Flutter—

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly heard such a sound. It seemed like the elegant fragrance of Beijing’s Forbidden City had flowed into his nostrils.

The same feeling as when Emperor Qian-ling had once taken out purple robe hems.

‘Ah.’

The Fighting God who had instantly become semi-transparent suddenly disappeared like that day’s robes, and Jeong Yeon-shin landed directly at Black Capital Old Palace while unraveling the giant limping man’s afterimage like cloth.

Crash!

The atmosphere was being torn apart with noisy roars. But he didn’t stop.

From here, one more step. Having taken another step silently in the realm of unprecedented speed, he pierced through the palace walls like a living sword tip and passed even all sorts of Northern Kings.

“…!”

Aisin-Gioro Black Return’s long fingers grazed the purple robe’s hem. Surprisingly he had reacted in time, but Jeong Yeon-shin had already put his arm around Young Heavenly Demon Invincible’s narrow, angular shoulders.

Along with the sensation of soft skin, their sturdy muscles pressed against each other.

—Don’t you desire mutual destruction?

He whispered in her ear like an incarnation of demon. It was while the third luminous wheel was rotating in black light.

Sensing Young Heavenly Demon Invincible whose movement had suddenly stopped in an instant with his whole body, he took out two sheets of yellow strange imperial paper from his bosom.

On one side, Upright Star among the Six Star Lords, Northern Capital, and the Southern Emperor were charging toward Jeong Yeon-shin.

Beings who could certainly kill the Divine Sword Group Leader if even just two of the three engaged in joint attack. Stars of the demon realm with whom it was possible to discuss chances of victory even facing them alone. But it was a late response. Had they trusted the Ming Cult Leader they had appointed as Western Heaven Dark King?

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. They should have believed what was worth believing.

Rustle—

It was an instant. The strange imperial papers overlapped on his index and middle fingers were placed on the ivory altar, and Jeong Yeon-shin took the flow of demonic energy that had been seeping into the Form-Shifting Void formation as if it were his own.

Countless demon art formulas floated up in his mind and were released through his fingertips.

Remote Ancestor Northern Darkness Great Shift, Bright Phoenix Divine Form, Dazed Trance Demon Scripture, Divine Demon Eight Methods…

He gathered all the energy that had been covering the altar into the two sheets of strange imperial paper.

For Jeong Yeon-shin it was no different from operating true energy inside his body, and until then Young Heavenly Demon Invincible only stood blankly. Of course the ground had shaken for a moment.

Kugugugugung… Clang!

He blocked the Southern Emperor’s hand blade with a half-drawn ceremonial sword, and received Northern Blade’s striking axe with his shoulder’s internal energy barrier.

Instantly blood burst from his scapula with a bang! But that was all. The wide blade stopped without being able to sever Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder blade.

‘Heavy.’

Feeling transcendent weight, he retreated with Radiant Wing Six Steps. Upright Star’s striking crescent blade couldn’t reach the retreat footwork that seemed to rewind time.

When he decided to retreat, no one could catch him – the same was true for Jeong Yeon-shin.

Whoooooong!

Over ten strands of hair were cut by tremendous spear strike shock waves.

But he was paying attention to the two sheets of strange imperial paper. Because there had only been one noisy earthquake, with no particular reaction after that. Was it a failure?

Then.

Riding the vastly opened sky above the palace, a leisurely whistle descended. Gorgeous dust bloomed in the hall simultaneously.

The Northern Kings who had completely surrounded Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly looked up.

Whoooong…

Some stone seat shimmered in the sky. A stone chair cut with smooth cross-sections. It struck down mercilessly into the seat of honor at Black Capital Old Palace that hadn’t been permitted even to emperors.

Bang!

On the stone seat wrapped in thick dust, some purple shadow was sprawled sitting. The appearance of having one elbow on the armrest was slovenly. There was only that one person.

‘Was it a failure after all?’

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin was thinking.

One wall surface took on a blue tint and distorted, then suddenly crumpled silently like a sheet of paper. The palace’s stone wall had disappeared.

What was visible beyond it.

Step.

A strange person in pink robes walking silently from afar. There were no particular precursors. Only the sound of leather shoes repeatedly pressing the dirt ground was clear.

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly began to draw the ceremonial sword.

From the moment the pure white sword hilt was gripped in his hand, his presence was settling heavily like sunset. Even his shadow deepened.

At this moment, like the figure sitting on the stone seat and the strange person who had entered the palace.

“……”

No one opened their mouth.

Three points of twilight had bloomed on the ground.