"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 292 - Will you offer up your soul to me?
Continuing her thoughts, Namgoong-yeon, a ten-year-old queen, tilted her head.
It is because I suddenly remembered that ‘Cheonchuseong’, the ‘central axis of the sky’, lost its light.
According to the line of ‘Sanpoonggo’, if something bad happened to the famous school, the heavenly spirit should be good, but the result was the opposite.
If so, ‘Cheonggi’s change’ and ‘Sanpoonggo’ may be different things.
'I'll have to go to Pungjisan to find out everything.'
Suddenly, Namgung-yeon felt the strong pull of fate.
The musketeer Singi Singer Jegal Seung-un may have planned this just to drive himself to death, but Mt. Fungji was a place that would determine the fate of the world.
It is only right that he himself act for the safety of the world.
He had to do that for the sake of Cheonjimaeng as well as the Namgung family and his rivals.
"sister?"
"huh?"
“What have you been thinking all along?”
“Mt. Fengji.”
"Do not worry too much. I am.”
Namgungyeon smiled and nodded her head at Yeonjeokha's boastful words.
“Yes, please.”
“Leave it to me!”
When the couples who reciprocated courageously glanced at me, they scratched their heads with a confused face.
***
Jeongju.
Chili Hachon.
Uicheongak.
Sulsi Mal (9:00 p.m.).
Namgungcheon, the sword of Cheongun, who had been in love with her fortune for a long time, was called by her father, the sword king Namgungbyeok.
“You said you were looking for me?”
“She heard the story,” she said. There was a quarrel with the children of Panga during the day?”
“A quarrel, what? Just to teach you a little lesson about being so rude.”
“I heard that the opponents were Paenggakmyeong, Paengmando, Paengiljin, and Paengmiryeo in Cheongcheondo. Is that right?”
"yes."
Namgung Byeok looked at her son with her strange eyes.
It was because she couldn't believe that she had dealt with four of Panga's late exponents by herself.
In particular, Paeng-gak Myeong's inaction was known to be similar to that of his son.
If it is the later exponents including him, it is difficult to match even the elder of the Chilpa clan.
However, rumors say it was a one-sided fight.
Unless you are a master of the Chilpa clan, you cannot treat them like children.
Come to think of it, the face of her son feels a subtle vitality that has never been seen before.
“It must have been difficult with your inaction I know, but was there a chance?”
“Rather than a chance, my internal energy, which had been blocked, suddenly became free.”
"suddenly?"
Namgung Byeok found it difficult to understand his son's words.
It's because I know how difficult it is to become free in the care of my inner strength.
In order to become a true master, both inside and outside must reach the state.
For example, if external gong is freed from herbivore, internal gong must reach the level of 'intentional prayer' and 'airway blood' as well as 'blood hardness'.
There is no royal road to these three stages.
It is a painful and tedious process that anyone who has started Jingi Tonap will have to go through for the rest of their lives.
People called these three stages ‘walls’.
Could it be that the son has overcome this wall that is difficult to overcome even with a lifetime of effort?
"yes."
Namgung Byeok looked at his son's glowing face and nodded his head.
“You are proud. No matter how excellent the internal gongsimbeop is, its root is tonap (吐納, breathing). What allows you to cross the wall is not outstanding divine feats, but self-denial. I'm glad you finally figured it out.”
“We are still far away.”
“It is something to be proud of if you are at the level of ‘Blood Road and Longitude’ at your age. Was there a trigger?”
“Ah, well, I mean, actually… … .”
Namgung-cheon, who was hesitant, had no choice but to tell the story related to Jin Seol-ha.
This is because he is the beginning of her enlightenment.
At the confession of her son, Namgung Byeok was delighted but at the same time shocked.
Even though Namgung family suffered the wrath of extinction, he did not awaken.
Since he wasn't there, he probably wouldn't have been shocked enough to break his mind.
Even so, it's because of the woman.
“I was worried that you would not be able to succeed as a martial artist because you are friendly. But that tenderness has led you. Did I say that Jin So-jeo was Chang In-moon’s disciple?”
"Yes."
"i get it. I will take action so that Changinmoon will not be disadvantaged by this incident.”
"Thank you."
“Thank you, Jean Sozer.”
“Hehe, even if it’s not, I plan to do it every time we meet.”
“Tsk tsk! The guy isn't serious.”
The southern palace wall frowned.
Even if you know why a guy like Sogaju of the Namgung family is so lacking in body, you won't know.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Valley.
around noon.
Heading to the valley, the mother of the eight emperors was very excited.
Her meeting with her 'Cheonjama', who lives in her 'Heaven of Kings', was unexpected for her as well.
'Yeommawang' has only the process of unification, and there is no particular after that.
Unfortunately, that unity sees the light only when it dies.
It was a bit out of line for what she was hoping for.
She created a famous religion to unite with the Yeom Demon King, but that is not the final goal.
Because her dream was to immortalize with her current body.
Not long after, the eighthwangsinmo arrived at the valley.
It is the valley that made her goddaughter, Qing Liu-sin, into a yeom-mae (魘魅).
A black goat on a leash roamed leisurely on the water's edge of the valley.
It is a black goat prepared by the Eight Emperors.
Eighthwangsinmo approached the goat.
And she gently stroked the little hard goat's head.
The goat shook her head lightly but did not actively try to avoid it.
That's because it got caught on her leash.
fast.
In an instant, the goat's neck was broken.
Her arm Hwangsinmo's hand brushed her goat's neck, and her blood spurted out.
With the warm blood of a goat, she painted the inverse pentagram in the clearing next to the valley.
Pal Hwangsinmo wrote the name of the son-of-three horses in the center of her painting, and then she threw the goat back.
She and she called him as Qing Liu Xin had taught him.
“King of the realm of desire, Heavenly Son Demon! A lacking servant earnestly calls your name, so please come down!”
In an instant, black smoke billowed from the center of the star.
The mother of the Eighthwangs took a step back involuntarily at the evil energy she felt from the black smoke.
She was on a different level from the Magi she felt when performing her human sacrifice at the age of eight.
Is it really the evil of evil?
It seemed that even if the world's evil was stacked a thousand or ten thousand times, it would not be as much as a handful of that black smoke.
Just looking at it is enough to take her breath away.
For a moment, she thought that Qing Liu Xin had betrayed her and poisoned her underworld.
The black smoke was so evil.
The black smoke that had been scattered in all directions was sucked back into the center of the reverse pentagram.
Only then did the Eighthwangsinmo's hardened complexion loosen up little by little.
After a while all the black smoke from her disappeared.
Her exclamation flowed from the mouth of Hwangsinmo, who was staring at her inverse.
A man about 10 feet tall (about 3 meters) stood in the center of the Fortress of Pentacles with a sullen face.
“Chunjama?”
The Eighthwangsinmo muttered involuntarily.
The man is holding in one hand a huge spear much taller than he is tall, and at the tip of the spear is a banner with strange letters written on it.
What the man said, but the Eighthwangsinmo did not understand.
He frowned at her for a moment, then suddenly pointed at his arm Hwangsinmo with his finger.
Her startled arm Hwangsinmo raised her palm over her chest.
It is to protect herself from the possible attack of the devil.
At that moment, the wind from her son-in-law's fingertips wrapped around her arm Hwangsinmo and passed by.
Whirling-.
Her arm Hwangsinmo's face hardened.
This is because she couldn't stop the devil's trick and her whole body was exposed.
She is when she is secretly working on her secret quirks.
“Are you the mother of the Eighth Emperor?”
When the words of her son-in-law were heard clearly, Hwangsinmo Pal nodded her head hastily.
"That's right. Are you the king of the desires, the son of heaven that the god of the clear stream spoke of?”
"right. I didn't expect much, but you managed to call me. Do you have any wishes from me?”
“What I want is immortality. Can you teach me that?”
“Immortality? Do you know what that means?”
“Isn’t it to live forever without growing old like this?”
"Wrong. Nothing is permanent in this universe.”
“There is no immortality?”
“It is up to you to think. For example, a thousand years in your world is a day in the world of desire. In that realm of desire, this body has lived for a hundred thousand years. Then am I immortal?”
“… … .”
Pal Hwangsinmo looked at her demon king with her blank eyes.
She had never thought of anything like that.
A thousand years is the same as a day, how could you have lived in such a world for 100,000 years?
Ma, the son of Heaven, spoke again to Hwangsinmo Pal, who was stunned by her unexpected development.
“In ‘Heaven of Kings,’ immortality has no meaning. Rather, some people even wish to die. So I'll ask again. Do you have any wishes from me?”
“Then, can I live an eternity like the Cheonjama-nim?”
Eighthwangsinmo wanted to live like a thousand children.
“Is that your wish?”
"yes."
"possible. But there is one condition for that.”
“What is it?”
“You must become my household.”
“If only I could become like Cheonjama-nim, I would be happy.”
“Being my servant means giving your soul to me. Do you really want to do that?”
"yes."
The Eighthwangsinmo answered without hesitation.
Since he is already united with King Yeomra, he has no interest in what happens to his soul.
“Come closer.”
After calling the Cheonjama, the Eighthwangsinmo walked into Yeok-Omangseong without delay.
Ma the son of a thousand bent over her waist and met Hwangsinmo's eyes with her arms.
At that moment, the mother of the Eighthwang God suddenly stumbled unconsciously from the dizziness.
Her son-in-law's eyes were as deep and wide as the night sky.
It was to the point where I was frightened by the deep darkness that could not be compared to the King of Flames.
‘Hut! Why did I come here?'
Arm Hwangsinmo held his breath and looked at the son of a thousand.
I don't know what I believed and came so close to the Cheonjama I saw for the first time.
It's belatedly when she tries to backtrack on her.
A hand the size of her son-in-law's caldron lid grabbed her arm Hwangsinmo's head like lightning.
“Eight Emperors, will you offer your soul to me?”
In a situation where she could not be bitten, she replied with the feeling that Hwangsinmo, the mother of her arms, would become what she should be.
“Gulp, yes.”
“Do you want to be the servant of the celestial horse according to the oath passed down from the beginning?”
"yes."
In an instant, the power in the hands of the Heavenly Demon has been published
sigh.
It's as if the claws of a heavenly horse are digging into my head.
Hwangsinmo's mouth opened wide at the terrible pain that tore her flesh and pierced her bones.
“Ah!”
She twisted her upper body like crazy, but the power of her celestial demon was so strong that she didn't even move.
Her blood dripped from Hwangsinmo's head as she struggled to escape.
“Your arm, Hwangsinmo, decided to hand over your soul to me, her son-in-law, on your own volition, not under anyone's coercion. Is that right?”
“Aagh! that's right! That's right!”
Arm Hwangsinmo struggled, spraying her blood all over her.
A strange smile appeared on the lips of her son-in-law, Ma, who saw Hwangsinmo in such a way.
“From now on, you mother of the Eighthwangsin, I am the son of a thousand… … . huh?"
Suddenly, her son Ma's face contorted.
Her ceremony proclaiming that she is the owner of her arm, Hwangsinmo, is cut off in the middle.
The Heavenly Child Ma, who was glaring at the head of her arm Hwangsinmo with her roaring eyes, asked.
“Were you dedicated to another king?”
“Hey, you’re the king of flames.”
In an instant, her son Ma's hand fell from her arm Hwangsinmo's head.
As her terrible pain subsided, Hwangsinmo Pal let out a sigh of relief.
The Heavenly Son Ma said to her arm Hwangsinmo, who looked at her with her bewildered face.
“If you are dedicated to the Demon King, you cannot become my follower. Too bad. It was a good opportunity for each other... … .”
After those words, the Cheonjama suddenly disappeared.
Belatedly, the Eighthwangsinmo shouted.
“Cheonjama-nim! So what can I do? How can I become a member of the household!”
However, she has no way of answering her, as she has already left.
Pal Hwangsinmo looked at her Yeokohmangseong with her blank face.
She once thought she had a dream.
It feels like the fire that almost came into her hand has dispersed like smoke.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 292 - Will you offer up your soul to me?
Continuing her thoughts, Namgoong-yeon, a ten-year-old queen, tilted her head.
It is because I suddenly remembered that ‘Cheonchuseong’, the ‘central axis of the sky’, lost its light.
According to the line of ‘Sanpoonggo’, if something bad happened to the famous school, the heavenly spirit should be good, but the result was the opposite.
If so, ‘Cheonggi’s change’ and ‘Sanpoonggo’ may be different things.
'I'll have to go to Pungjisan to find out everything.'
Suddenly, Namgung-yeon felt the strong pull of fate.
The musketeer Singi Singer Jegal Seung-un may have planned this just to drive himself to death, but Mt. Fungji was a place that would determine the fate of the world.
It is only right that he himself act for the safety of the world.
He had to do that for the sake of Cheonjimaeng as well as the Namgung family and his rivals.
"sister?"
"huh?"
“What have you been thinking all along?”
“Mt. Fengji.”
"Do not worry too much. I am.”
Namgungyeon smiled and nodded her head at Yeonjeokha's boastful words.
“Yes, please.”
“Leave it to me!”
When the couples who reciprocated courageously glanced at me, they scratched their heads with a confused face.
***
Jeongju.
Chili Hachon.
Uicheongak.
Sulsi Mal (9:00 p.m.).
Namgungcheon, the sword of Cheongun, who had been in love with her fortune for a long time, was called by her father, the sword king Namgungbyeok.
“You said you were looking for me?”
“She heard the story,” she said. There was a quarrel with the children of Panga during the day?”
“A quarrel, what? Just to teach you a little lesson about being so rude.”
“I heard that the opponents were Paenggakmyeong, Paengmando, Paengiljin, and Paengmiryeo in Cheongcheondo. Is that right?”
"yes."
Namgung Byeok looked at her son with her strange eyes.
It was because she couldn't believe that she had dealt with four of Panga's late exponents by herself.
In particular, Paeng-gak Myeong's inaction was known to be similar to that of his son.
If it is the later exponents including him, it is difficult to match even the elder of the Chilpa clan.
However, rumors say it was a one-sided fight.
Unless you are a master of the Chilpa clan, you cannot treat them like children.
Come to think of it, the face of her son feels a subtle vitality that has never been seen before.
“It must have been difficult with your inaction I know, but was there a chance?”
“Rather than a chance, my internal energy, which had been blocked, suddenly became free.”
"suddenly?"
Namgung Byeok found it difficult to understand his son's words.
It's because I know how difficult it is to become free in the care of my inner strength.
In order to become a true master, both inside and outside must reach the state.
For example, if external gong is freed from herbivore, internal gong must reach the level of 'intentional prayer' and 'airway blood' as well as 'blood hardness'.
There is no royal road to these three stages.
It is a painful and tedious process that anyone who has started Jingi Tonap will have to go through for the rest of their lives.
People called these three stages ‘walls’.
Could it be that the son has overcome this wall that is difficult to overcome even with a lifetime of effort?
"yes."
Namgung Byeok looked at his son's glowing face and nodded his head.
“You are proud. No matter how excellent the internal gongsimbeop is, its root is tonap (吐納, breathing). What allows you to cross the wall is not outstanding divine feats, but self-denial. I'm glad you finally figured it out.”
“We are still far away.”
“It is something to be proud of if you are at the level of ‘Blood Road and Longitude’ at your age. Was there a trigger?”
“Ah, well, I mean, actually… … .”
Namgung-cheon, who was hesitant, had no choice but to tell the story related to Jin Seol-ha.
This is because he is the beginning of her enlightenment.
At the confession of her son, Namgung Byeok was delighted but at the same time shocked.
Even though Namgung family suffered the wrath of extinction, he did not awaken.
Since he wasn't there, he probably wouldn't have been shocked enough to break his mind.
Even so, it's because of the woman.
“I was worried that you would not be able to succeed as a martial artist because you are friendly. But that tenderness has led you. Did I say that Jin So-jeo was Chang In-moon’s disciple?”
"Yes."
"i get it. I will take action so that Changinmoon will not be disadvantaged by this incident.”
"Thank you."
“Thank you, Jean Sozer.”
“Hehe, even if it’s not, I plan to do it every time we meet.”
“Tsk tsk! The guy isn't serious.”
The southern palace wall frowned.
Even if you know why a guy like Sogaju of the Namgung family is so lacking in body, you won't know.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Valley.
around noon.
Heading to the valley, the mother of the eight emperors was very excited.
Her meeting with her 'Cheonjama', who lives in her 'Heaven of Kings', was unexpected for her as well.
'Yeommawang' has only the process of unification, and there is no particular after that.
Unfortunately, that unity sees the light only when it dies.
It was a bit out of line for what she was hoping for.
She created a famous religion to unite with the Yeom Demon King, but that is not the final goal.
Because her dream was to immortalize with her current body.
Not long after, the eighthwangsinmo arrived at the valley.
It is the valley that made her goddaughter, Qing Liu-sin, into a yeom-mae (魘魅).
A black goat on a leash roamed leisurely on the water's edge of the valley.
It is a black goat prepared by the Eight Emperors.
Eighthwangsinmo approached the goat.
And she gently stroked the little hard goat's head.
The goat shook her head lightly but did not actively try to avoid it.
That's because it got caught on her leash.
fast.
In an instant, the goat's neck was broken.
Her arm Hwangsinmo's hand brushed her goat's neck, and her blood spurted out.
With the warm blood of a goat, she painted the inverse pentagram in the clearing next to the valley.
Pal Hwangsinmo wrote the name of the son-of-three horses in the center of her painting, and then she threw the goat back.
She and she called him as Qing Liu Xin had taught him.
“King of the realm of desire, Heavenly Son Demon! A lacking servant earnestly calls your name, so please come down!”
In an instant, black smoke billowed from the center of the star.
The mother of the Eighthwangs took a step back involuntarily at the evil energy she felt from the black smoke.
She was on a different level from the Magi she felt when performing her human sacrifice at the age of eight.
Is it really the evil of evil?
It seemed that even if the world's evil was stacked a thousand or ten thousand times, it would not be as much as a handful of that black smoke.
Just looking at it is enough to take her breath away.
For a moment, she thought that Qing Liu Xin had betrayed her and poisoned her underworld.
The black smoke was so evil.
The black smoke that had been scattered in all directions was sucked back into the center of the reverse pentagram.
Only then did the Eighthwangsinmo's hardened complexion loosen up little by little.
After a while all the black smoke from her disappeared.
Her exclamation flowed from the mouth of Hwangsinmo, who was staring at her inverse.
A man about 10 feet tall (about 3 meters) stood in the center of the Fortress of Pentacles with a sullen face.
“Chunjama?”
The Eighthwangsinmo muttered involuntarily.
The man is holding in one hand a huge spear much taller than he is tall, and at the tip of the spear is a banner with strange letters written on it.
What the man said, but the Eighthwangsinmo did not understand.
He frowned at her for a moment, then suddenly pointed at his arm Hwangsinmo with his finger.
Her startled arm Hwangsinmo raised her palm over her chest.
It is to protect herself from the possible attack of the devil.
At that moment, the wind from her son-in-law's fingertips wrapped around her arm Hwangsinmo and passed by.
Whirling-.
Her arm Hwangsinmo's face hardened.
This is because she couldn't stop the devil's trick and her whole body was exposed.
She is when she is secretly working on her secret quirks.
“Are you the mother of the Eighth Emperor?”
When the words of her son-in-law were heard clearly, Hwangsinmo Pal nodded her head hastily.
"That's right. Are you the king of the desires, the son of heaven that the god of the clear stream spoke of?”
"right. I didn't expect much, but you managed to call me. Do you have any wishes from me?”
“What I want is immortality. Can you teach me that?”
“Immortality? Do you know what that means?”
“Isn’t it to live forever without growing old like this?”
"Wrong. Nothing is permanent in this universe.”
“There is no immortality?”
“It is up to you to think. For example, a thousand years in your world is a day in the world of desire. In that realm of desire, this body has lived for a hundred thousand years. Then am I immortal?”
“… … .”
Pal Hwangsinmo looked at her demon king with her blank eyes.
She had never thought of anything like that.
A thousand years is the same as a day, how could you have lived in such a world for 100,000 years?
Ma, the son of Heaven, spoke again to Hwangsinmo Pal, who was stunned by her unexpected development.
“In ‘Heaven of Kings,’ immortality has no meaning. Rather, some people even wish to die. So I'll ask again. Do you have any wishes from me?”
“Then, can I live an eternity like the Cheonjama-nim?”
Eighthwangsinmo wanted to live like a thousand children.
“Is that your wish?”
"yes."
"possible. But there is one condition for that.”
“What is it?”
“You must become my household.”
“If only I could become like Cheonjama-nim, I would be happy.”
“Being my servant means giving your soul to me. Do you really want to do that?”
"yes."
The Eighthwangsinmo answered without hesitation.
Since he is already united with King Yeomra, he has no interest in what happens to his soul.
“Come closer.”
After calling the Cheonjama, the Eighthwangsinmo walked into Yeok-Omangseong without delay.
Ma the son of a thousand bent over her waist and met Hwangsinmo's eyes with her arms.
At that moment, the mother of the Eighthwang God suddenly stumbled unconsciously from the dizziness.
Her son-in-law's eyes were as deep and wide as the night sky.
It was to the point where I was frightened by the deep darkness that could not be compared to the King of Flames.
‘Hut! Why did I come here?'
Arm Hwangsinmo held his breath and looked at the son of a thousand.
I don't know what I believed and came so close to the Cheonjama I saw for the first time.
It's belatedly when she tries to backtrack on her.
A hand the size of her son-in-law's caldron lid grabbed her arm Hwangsinmo's head like lightning.
“Eight Emperors, will you offer your soul to me?”
In a situation where she could not be bitten, she replied with the feeling that Hwangsinmo, the mother of her arms, would become what she should be.
“Gulp, yes.”
“Do you want to be the servant of the celestial horse according to the oath passed down from the beginning?”
"yes."
In an instant, the power in the hands of the Heavenly Demon has been published
sigh.
It's as if the claws of a heavenly horse are digging into my head.
Hwangsinmo's mouth opened wide at the terrible pain that tore her flesh and pierced her bones.
“Ah!”
She twisted her upper body like crazy, but the power of her celestial demon was so strong that she didn't even move.
Her blood dripped from Hwangsinmo's head as she struggled to escape.
“Your arm, Hwangsinmo, decided to hand over your soul to me, her son-in-law, on your own volition, not under anyone's coercion. Is that right?”
“Aagh! that's right! That's right!”
Arm Hwangsinmo struggled, spraying her blood all over her.
A strange smile appeared on the lips of her son-in-law, Ma, who saw Hwangsinmo in such a way.
“From now on, you mother of the Eighthwangsin, I am the son of a thousand… … . huh?"
Suddenly, her son Ma's face contorted.
Her ceremony proclaiming that she is the owner of her arm, Hwangsinmo, is cut off in the middle.
The Heavenly Child Ma, who was glaring at the head of her arm Hwangsinmo with her roaring eyes, asked.
“Were you dedicated to another king?”
“Hey, you’re the king of flames.”
In an instant, her son Ma's hand fell from her arm Hwangsinmo's head.
As her terrible pain subsided, Hwangsinmo Pal let out a sigh of relief.
The Heavenly Son Ma said to her arm Hwangsinmo, who looked at her with her bewildered face.
“If you are dedicated to the Demon King, you cannot become my follower. Too bad. It was a good opportunity for each other... … .”
After those words, the Cheonjama suddenly disappeared.
Belatedly, the Eighthwangsinmo shouted.
“Cheonjama-nim! So what can I do? How can I become a member of the household!”
However, she has no way of answering her, as she has already left.
Pal Hwangsinmo looked at her Yeokohmangseong with her blank face.
She once thought she had a dream.
It feels like the fire that almost came into her hand has dispersed like smoke.
