Chapter 442: Complex Emotions (2)
I, Bhikkhuni saw it.
Another world that appeared where the sky and clouds met.
At first, it was hard to believe.
Perhaps it was natural.
Because our very existence resides in the human realm, one of the desire realms.
But it did exist.
Another world where beings reincarnate.
The fact that there was another world within this one was an indescribable shock to me.
You may not know, but the reason I could see such a mystical phenomenon was because of you.
Your existence led me there.
Seol-Hwi saw that a different point had emerged in the diary she left behind.
She was aware of his existence.
When the question of ‘How?’ briefly crossed his mind, he paused reading for a moment and pondered.
‘From the beginning of my journey, she had already reached the state of Profound growth.’
Upon reaching Profound, or Profound Master, a veil over the eyes that see the world is lifted.
Of course, that alone was not enough to explain the Du Myung Incident.
Because, in the past, even though she had reached Profound State, she did not know about another world.
The Du Myung Incident was said to have been triggered by Seol-Hwi, because of himself.
And because of that, she directly ventured to the headquarters of the Demonic Cult. There, she experienced another world.
‘Why she says it was because of me… let’s read further.’
Seol-Hwi began reading her journal again.
All things constantly arise and perish; that is nature.
Since nothing happens without a cause in accordance with the law of causality, I, have truly become afraid.
It was a phenomenon that could never have been created without divine intervention.
Still, there was a part of me that could feel relieved.
Another god opposing that god—Because you existed.
I, seemed to have assumed Seol-Hwi as a god.
And the reason he went to the Demonic Cult could be found there.
Choosing to start from the beginning, then entering the system to act.
It was precisely to transcend the system and escape it.
At that time, that qi surpassed the initial stage of demonic transcendence, showing a phenomenon entering the demonic god stage.
Having reached the Profound level, he would have seen such a super-universal phenomenon, so naturally, his feet would have been drawn there.
To me, it approached as destiny.
Easily feeling impermanence and getting closer to enlightenment within nature.
Around that time, I had a dream.
And then I saw.
Another divine existence, your form.
You appeared before me, saying you wanted to escape the cycle of reincarnation.
I pondered with you.
I did my best for the enlightenment known or sought by me.
Before I knew it, nirvana was right before my eyes.
‘Ah!’
Seol-Hwi finally realized why she was not here.
She had attained enlightenment and entered nirvana, and the starting point was.
When she entered to start from the beginning and during the interaction with the microcosm while escaping the system.
Seeing that, she found the answer faster than before.
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And although he didn’t know how the things that interacted with her affected her, surely in that process, countless questions and answers from past lives seemed to have been conveyed to her in her dreams.
If you ever find yourself reminiscing about past cycles and searching for me, I wish to convey these words.
The God you must face is a bodhisattva governing the world of desires.
Never let your guard down.
Even if you subdue him with primordial power, he will counterattack with infinite lives and infinite resurrections.
With a body that never dies.
‘Never dies.’
At those words, Seol-Hwi realized something.
Upon reflection, if he possessed the abilities of the Northern Dipper Star, South Dipper Star, and Siming Star, he too would have infinite lives.
It would not simply be a matter of subduing him.
One had to plan, assuming continuous rebirth.
Even so, ultimately a law under the Buddha.
The bodhisattva governing the world has already revealed his own folly.
Your existence proves this, and so does mine, who would not have attained nirvana without you.
So please, admonish him for his folly.
‘Falling victim to one’s own foolishness.’
Seol-Hwi engraved these words into his mind, sparking hope.
As she said, there is certainly a way.
She was telling him that if he found it, he could win.
‘Reincarnation…’
In Buddhism, the endless cycle of birth, sickness, and death is called reincarnation.
That was also the meaning of Seol-Hwi’s existence.
In the end, it was the same for the bhikkhuni, who became a Buddha after countless eons.
‘It has truly been of great help.’
The writings left by Du Myung did not include methods to defeat or confront the Creator.
They were merely experiences felt from a seeker’s life.
But even with just this, Seol-Hwi was able to recall forgotten facts, find important answers, and even gain hope.
“Have you obtained the answer you desired?”
Seol-Hwi glanced over the words left by the incident, shuddering at times and repeatedly falling into silent contemplation.
Having already read everything and seemingly finished with his thoughts, the attendant cautiously asked.
“I’ve gained much more than I expected.”
“That’s truly a relief. This is the only legacy of our satae. Hearing it wasn’t in vain brings comfort to us.”
At the attendant’s words, Seol-Hwi looked up at the sky for a moment.
Rain was slowly pouring down. It was like Seol-Hwi’s heart, lonely after losing a companion.
“Will you be going?”
“Since I’ve obtained the answer I wanted, there’s no reason to stay longer.”
“If you have time, perhaps a meeting with the master…”
“Thank you for the suggestion… I’ll do so if the opportunity arises.”
“Understood. Take care.”
Emei Sect.
The advice of the woman at the pinnacle of the seeker’s path gave Seol-Hwi a new perspective.
It also gave assurance.
His existence was a person born through numerous reincarnations.
To the Creator who made that world, he was like a punishment.
Half a year after Seol-Hwi descended from the Emei Sect.
A rumor began to spread rapidly in the martial world.
It was about an unknown recluse warrior defeating existing warriors.
The appearance of a rising warrior was usually good material for storytellers and also a story that aroused people’s curiosity.
The grandiose nickname given to the rising master, “Great Sword Master of the Era,” was indeed so.
To represent the sword of an era, no matter how outstanding a swordsman, was excessively generous.
However, despite any exaggeration or embellishment, there were no stories of defeat.
Instead, as he continued to accumulate victories despite frequent duels, the rumor increasingly seemed to be regarded as fact.
Even those who were initially pessimistic began to show interest, leading to high expectations for his future actions.
One month later. Rumors began to spread uncontrollably when it was heard that Jin Eik, the elder known as the Heavenly Star Swift Sword, a warrior representing the Southern Edge Sect, had been defeated.
Elder Jin Eik was a figure who developed the Southern Edge Sect’s serious and weighty techniques.
Many had fallen to his lightning-fast and sometimes heavy swordsmanship.
The fact that he subdued a recognized expert in Kangho in just one move was a great shock to the Kangho warriors.
According to a famous storyteller who leads rumors in the Southern Lands.
“He is undoubtedly one of the Hundred Great Warriors, and becoming the Great Sword Master of the Era is only a matter of time.”
That statement was gaining credibility.
And a few days later.
Another piece of news arrived.
It was said that the King of Wanderers, Yeom Cha-dan, challenged and was defeated.
Subsequent victories in duels against those with prominent titles.
This made it clear that the nickname “Great Sword Master of the Era” for the reclusive warrior named Seol was not an exaggeration.
And around the time the nickname “Great Sword Master of the Era” was recognized, he became a Top Ten Warriors in name and reality.
It was a reputation earned by defeating six of the Top Hundred Warriors.
However, the dueling journey of the one called Seol was not yet over.
He was always ready to fight and wanted to battle with masters from all over the country, but the warriors known as the Top Ten Experts did not easily step forward.
Especially the warriors belonging to the Nine Great Sects remained unmoved by the reclusive warrior’s challenge.
At the Yongho Guesthouse, the largest inn in Jiangnan, the story of this rising master was being talked about today as well.
Recently, whenever men gathered, it was one of the three topics that became a subject of discussion among the murim.
“It seems that this person named Seol is truly the best under the heavens.”
“Oh ho. It’s too early to make such a hasty judgment. Aren’t the warriors of the Nine Great Sects and the Namgung family, known for their swordsmanship, still uninvolved?”
“Huh. Can’t you tell from their continued observation? No one dares to step forward because they are all scared, didn’t you hear? And recently, I heard something… There’s a rumor that even the Head of the Shaolin, Jang Gak was defeated.”
“No way.”
“I heard it from a reliable source. There was no witness at the time, and it wasn’t revealed just because of the name Shaolin.”
“If that’s true, then really… Maybe Wudang or Mount Hua should step in to stop him?”
Creak.
As the men were deeply engaged in conversation, just then, a figure entered the inn.
As soon as they saw him, the bustling inn fell silent as if by magic.
It was only natural, given that he was the person being discussed everywhere.
The man who entered matched the description perfectly.
Wearing a bamboo hat and dressed in red silk.
He carried a straight sword at his waist, which seemed out of place.
Most notably, the face beneath the bamboo hat resembled the rumored appearance closely.
“Uh, your meal…”
The innkeeper, having perhaps seen the wanted poster, stammered.
“Just a simple bowl of noodles, please.”
The man placed his order and sat in an empty chair.
Ignoring the gazes fixed on him, he leisurely removed his bamboo hat.
“Ah!”
“Ahem.”
When he revealed his face, those who had been doubtful were now certain.
They had the chance to see the most famous person from the recent rumors in person.
Amidst all the whispering, a man approached the protagonist of the rumors.
“Are you the great warrior called Seol?”
The man was dressed quite neatly.
However, his hands were darkened, as if from hard labor, and his speech was rough.
Perhaps that was why all eyes were on him, observing the situation.
“Yes, I am.”
“Excuse me, but I must ask, without any regard for manners. A few days ago, did you eliminate the Black Snake Sect active around here and behead their leader?”
The Black Snake Sect.
Recently, it had become one of the most problematic groups in the Southern Lands.
It was a band of outlaws working together to plunder and rob.
Their numbers were large, and they operated systematically, causing increasing harm to merchants and farmers.
“Around half a month ago, I heard rumors about someone draining the blood of local merchants and farmers while staying nearby. So I went in to have a chat…”
Seol-Hwi paused for a moment before continuing.
“They came at me with a sword, so I killed them. Was that wrong?”
The man flinched at those words. Then, with a peculiar expression.
“…Thank you, elder.”
He soon knelt down and bowed his head.
“Thank you so much. Because of that guy, our family was ruined. We were even planning to gather money and hire an assassin to kill him.”
“…”
“I only heard rumors, but you are a noble person. I will never forget this favor for the rest of my life.”
His choked voice left the tavern in silence.
And then, from somewhere, came the sound of clapping.
Clap!
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
It gradually began to spread, and soon everyone started cheering.
“Magnificent!”
“The greatest chivalry!”
“The best under heaven!”
“The best under heaven! The best under heaven!”
Cheers and applause filled the inn.
Seven months.
That was the time Seol-Hwi needed to create a pretext to meet the leader Jin Mu.