Chapter 507 - Kuju and Macheon
I couldn't help but be surprised at the words of the Eighthwangsinmo.
Hagiya, he ordered the Eighthwangsinmo to behead 100,000 people, so it is worth knowing the extent of his wickedness.
The transmission of the Eighthwangsinmo continued.
―The ‘Heaven of Kings’ is the place where the three heavenly gods, eight kings, and nine monarchs rule. Beware of beings with divine powers and demigods who have been pushed out of competition and corrupted.
Yeonjeokha asked in a full voice.
-A corrupted demigod?
―In the ‘Heaven of Kings’, beings with divine status compete. If you fall out of the competition, you become a half-god-class monster that is obsessed with desire. Half-god monsters and beings with divine powers are dangerous, so know what their desires are and deal with them.
―Why are you telling me that?
-Didn't you tell me? It's a witch's whim. If Empress Yeon was still alive, she would have gone to Kuju, where she could speak the language. So, go to Guju and find the ten warriors.
-Savior?
―Among them, it would be ‘Hansanju’.
The Eighthwangsinmo did not answer the question and only said what she had to say.
It is because there is no time to explain ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’ to Yeonjeokha, who knows nothing.
―What is Kuju and what is Hansanju?
-More than that, you'll figure it out yourself. Surviving, of course, comes first.
After completing his telephony, Hwangsinmo Pal led the black goat and walked to a wide area.
I kept my mouth shut at the resolute attitude of the mother of the Eighthwangsin.
It was a little disappointing, but compared to not knowing anything, where is this?
I feel like I've already found Namgung-yeon halfway.
After receiving help from the enemy, indescribable emotions surged up.
I threw a word of love into his confused mind.
“You are not supposed to touch Yeon-sister. Please pray that nothing will happen to Sister Yeon.”
“Huh, okay. But I guess now is the time to worry about you rather than your wife.”
With her words, Pal Hwangsinmo decapitated her black goat.
Her dark red blood gushed out.
She was accustomed to drawing her inverse pentagon character.
She didn't even make a sound of breathing.
Turning on the light in her eyes and seeing it somehow makes me want to memorize it.
“Your wife has already seen this ceremony, so don’t waste your energy.”
“… … .”
Only then did the strength in her eyes of her rival fade.
If she drew the same pattern in front of Namgung-yeon, she didn't have to bother herself.
After Hwangsinmo Pal threw away the body of her black goat she was holding, she glanced at the Jeokha.
She felt strange thinking that maybe this might be her last time in this world.
“… … You too will consider this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
She said the same thing to Namgoongyeon.
Maybe that's what she was saying to herself.
She says she will send you to the world of immortality, not death.
Only then did her heavy heart lighten a little.
Finally, her arm Hwangsinmo's lips opened.
“Lena Thiag Aye Yaha Jadu Samrat.”
A spark flew from the star of Pentacle.
Papa-papapat― gurgleuk―.
The flames soon turned into huge flames and engulfed the Five Stars.
As if it were a forest fire, the flames were so high that black smoke rose.
It's a scale that can't be compared to Namgoongyeon's time.
The Empress of the Eighthwangs took a step back involuntarily at the overwhelming flames.
Smoke full of malice enveloped the entire valley.
As her eyes grew dark and demonic spirits overflowed all around her, she hurriedly recited the Nine Thousand Nine Days True Sutra.
When the gucheongi moved, the goosebumps that had been rising were allayed.
The smoke that covered the entire valley began to be sucked into the altar.
Whirling -.
The black smoke condensed over the altar and formed a single shape.
Yeonjeokha's eyes, which were staring upwards, widened.
'An Imoogi?'
A black serpent as big as the Shrine flew leisurely through the sky.
Then suddenly, the eyes of the Imoogi and Yeonjeokha met.
At that moment, the Imoogi opened its mouth and roared, then fell down.
As it fell down, the Imoogi's mouth got bigger and bigger.
Before long, the Imoogi's wide open mouth swallowed the reverse pentagram whole.
Aww-.
No, it was the black serpent that was swallowed up.
The Imoogi's gigantic body disappeared into the Reverse Pentagram as if being sucked in.
“… … .”
A strange silence hung over the valley, as if even time had stopped.
Then, a man about 10 feet tall (about 3 meters) appeared in the center of the Pentagram.
"omg! Cheonjama?”
The Eighthwangsinmo's mouth was wide open.
The giant with a huge spear in one hand was definitely the son of a thousand he met a long time ago.
The king descended from the ‘Heaven of Kings’.
The wind blew hard.
A flag with strange letters hanging at the end of the spear pole fluttered wildly.
It was at the end of the chohonje that Kucheonnodo Shimtong and Taebaek Seonin entered the valley.
Old sim looked around him left and right, not realizing that the ritual had already ended.
It's looking for Yeonjeokha.
Taebaek Seonin said to such old sim.
“It looks like the ceremony is over, but would you like to meet the headmaster?”
"what? Are you done? Whoever wants!”
Old sim, who had been screaming, ran into the valley calling out to Yeonjeokha.
“Confucius! Confucius!”
Surprised, Taebaek Seonin hurriedly followed him.
The old sim that ran like the wind stopped in front of the Eighthwangsinmo.
Taebaek Seonin hurriedly followed him and tightened his waist with a pale face.
“Master! Forgive me! Gucheonnodo asked me to attend the chohonje, so I was bringing it to the priest.”
The Eighthwangsinmo turned her gaze to Simtong.
Despite the intrusion of her uninvited guests, her expression was unexpectedly calm.
"late. The first marriage ceremony has already ended.”
Old sim, who had been standing there with a blank face, lowered his head.
“Master! I want to be a sacrifice too! Please send me to Confucius too!”
“You are not qualified.”
When Hwangsinmo Pal spoke coldly, Simtong glared at her and said.
“I know enough to know. What qualifications do you have for a sacrifice!”
“Gucheonno, too, must have been impatient because he couldn’t die.”
When Eight Hwangsinmo raised her life force and pressed her, Simtong resisted with the Gucheongi.
Instantly, thick beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
When the traces of her blood appeared on the corner of her old sim, the Pal Hwangsinmo took her life.
She didn't want to kill him for being loyal to her rival.
“When I say you are not qualified, I mean that you will not be able to endure ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
"it's okay."
“Are you willing to give up your guaranteed life in this world?”
She couldn't understand the request of her old sim to Hwangsinmo Pal, who was pursuing immortality with her fire.
Send me to a place to die?
“Are you sure, sir, that the elders and mothers will return to this world?”
"I do not know. No one has ever been between the present world and the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
“Who is the author of Beomcheonyokgyewangjaecheon? How did he know about ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“There was a person called Guzhen Brahman. One day, he remembered 'King's Sky' in the capital. He saw it while contemplating his three lives. No one has ever crossed the sensuous realm with his body.”
“Then I will go too.”
“Are your ear canals blocked? I said just a moment ago that no one had come and gone in the flesh.”
“Yes, I heard you. If the old man and his wife don't come back, I'll have to go and take care of them. The rest of my life is not mine, it belongs to you.”
“‘Heaven of Kings’ is a world higher than the present world. Have you seen the three-headed dog? Even a dog you meet on the street may be stronger than you. Will you go even though your inaction won't last long?"
“Life and death depend on heaven. If Heaven wants this life, you must give it up. If it's not that, I'll take Yeongja-nim with me.”
“What a fool you are. They said it was a ‘gumilbok sword’, but it turned very bad.”
Contrary to the criticism, the Eighthwangsinmo's eyes were smiling.
The couple's affection for Yeon Jeok-ha is deep, but the loyalty of a servant from Nokrim-do is also unusual.
“I am ashamed.”
Old sim flushed as her forgotten epithet sprang from the mouth of her leader.
“Come here with the black goat by early Yushi (5:00 PM). This is what you wanted, so don't blame me if you lose your life.”
“Even if I die, I will not resent you.”
“Go away.”
"yes."
Simtong and Taebaek Seonin answered unanimously, then went back the way they had come.
Taebaek Seonin, who was going down the mountain, asked as if passing by.
“Since Yeonjeokha has disappeared, you should be able to live according to your will, so why do you want to become a sacrifice?”
“My intention is to attend Yeon Confucius.”
“It’s a big deal. I didn't know Green Forest's loyalty was that much.”
Old sim glanced at Taebaek Seonin.
His expression was as calm as if he had been liberated, so he couldn't tell if he was laughing or admiring it.
“How is your palhwang? If you were a disciple of the religious leader, your loyalty would be exceptional.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you planning to take revenge for the brother-in-law who became disabled?”
“Our Eight Emperors Theorem is not as deep as you think. Maybe it’s to the extent of helping each other when needed.”
At this time, Taebaek Seonin also did not hide his bitter feelings.
Five of the Eight Emperors remain, but even if there are fewer of them, there is no one to mourn.
***
Seonnyeoam.
shrine.
In the room, a person and two deities sat facing each other.
The Eighthwangsinmo, the golden thread, and the son of a thousand.
It felt like half of the temple was filled with the huge size of the 10-foot Cheonjama.
Eighthwangsinmo looked at the Cheonjama's complexion and spoke carefully.
She said, “I will rebuild the shrine even for the sake of the Son of Heaven. Even if it makes you uncomfortable, please be patient.”
“It really is like a rat hole. It's not cool to sit in the imperial palace. Tsk tsk!”
At the sigh of the son of a thousand, the gold snake stepped out.
“Heavenly Demon, King of Demonic Heaven. Something better has been prepared for you, so please accept it.”
“Geumsa, aren’t you serving Seokjehwanin, the king of Guju as the ruler of Sabeolju?”
“Because there is no King of the Savior in this world.”
The Cheonjama smiled at the natural virtuous reply of the Golden Master.
“This is a wise answer indeed. Golden Temple, do you know what the principal wants?”
“I know you gorge on the anguish of middle school students who are on the verge of death.”
"It is true. that was prepared for me Is it such anguish?”
The Cheonjama from ‘Heaven of Kings’ had a slightly different texture from the Demonic Cult’s Cheonjama.
It wanted 'destruction' and 'death', but the Cheonjama from 'Heaven of Kings' was indulging in gluttony.
Which one's godhood is higher will be known when the two Heavenly Demons meet.
“Yes, my faithful servant, the Eighthwangsinmo, has prepared a sacrament for the Heavenly Son.”
Eighthwangsinmo, who was listening to the conversation between the Golden Temple and the Cheonjama, was stunned.
He was told that beings who incarnated as the Reverse Pentacle are subject to him.
However, Geumsa called himself a servant without hesitation.
The Eighthwangsinmo, impatient, interjected.
"I'm sorry in the middle of the word, but you're a servant? Rather, weren't Master Geum and Lady Cheonja subordinate to me?”
As the Cheonjama's face hardened, the golden priest hurriedly came out.
“You are not wrong, but originally the relationship between Godhead and human beings cannot go beyond master and servant. Although we are subordinate to you, you must not forget your duty.”
Cheonjama took one more drink.
“When you die, we will perish from this world. However, the body is not affected in any way. It means that part of the Godhead has passed over. Are you still going to talk about subordinates?”
Chapter 507 - Kuju and Macheon
I couldn't help but be surprised at the words of the Eighthwangsinmo.
Hagiya, he ordered the Eighthwangsinmo to behead 100,000 people, so it is worth knowing the extent of his wickedness.
The transmission of the Eighthwangsinmo continued.
―The ‘Heaven of Kings’ is the place where the three heavenly gods, eight kings, and nine monarchs rule. Beware of beings with divine powers and demigods who have been pushed out of competition and corrupted.
Yeonjeokha asked in a full voice.
-A corrupted demigod?
―In the ‘Heaven of Kings’, beings with divine status compete. If you fall out of the competition, you become a half-god-class monster that is obsessed with desire. Half-god monsters and beings with divine powers are dangerous, so know what their desires are and deal with them.
―Why are you telling me that?
-Didn't you tell me? It's a witch's whim. If Empress Yeon was still alive, she would have gone to Kuju, where she could speak the language. So, go to Guju and find the ten warriors.
-Savior?
―Among them, it would be ‘Hansanju’.
The Eighthwangsinmo did not answer the question and only said what she had to say.
It is because there is no time to explain ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’ to Yeonjeokha, who knows nothing.
―What is Kuju and what is Hansanju?
-More than that, you'll figure it out yourself. Surviving, of course, comes first.
After completing his telephony, Hwangsinmo Pal led the black goat and walked to a wide area.
I kept my mouth shut at the resolute attitude of the mother of the Eighthwangsin.
It was a little disappointing, but compared to not knowing anything, where is this?
I feel like I've already found Namgung-yeon halfway.
After receiving help from the enemy, indescribable emotions surged up.
I threw a word of love into his confused mind.
“You are not supposed to touch Yeon-sister. Please pray that nothing will happen to Sister Yeon.”
“Huh, okay. But I guess now is the time to worry about you rather than your wife.”
With her words, Pal Hwangsinmo decapitated her black goat.
Her dark red blood gushed out.
She was accustomed to drawing her inverse pentagon character.
She didn't even make a sound of breathing.
Turning on the light in her eyes and seeing it somehow makes me want to memorize it.
“Your wife has already seen this ceremony, so don’t waste your energy.”
“… … .”
Only then did the strength in her eyes of her rival fade.
If she drew the same pattern in front of Namgung-yeon, she didn't have to bother herself.
After Hwangsinmo Pal threw away the body of her black goat she was holding, she glanced at the Jeokha.
She felt strange thinking that maybe this might be her last time in this world.
“… … You too will consider this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
She said the same thing to Namgoongyeon.
Maybe that's what she was saying to herself.
She says she will send you to the world of immortality, not death.
Only then did her heavy heart lighten a little.
Finally, her arm Hwangsinmo's lips opened.
“Lena Thiag Aye Yaha Jadu Samrat.”
A spark flew from the star of Pentacle.
Papa-papapat― gurgleuk―.
The flames soon turned into huge flames and engulfed the Five Stars.
As if it were a forest fire, the flames were so high that black smoke rose.
It's a scale that can't be compared to Namgoongyeon's time.
The Empress of the Eighthwangs took a step back involuntarily at the overwhelming flames.
Smoke full of malice enveloped the entire valley.
As her eyes grew dark and demonic spirits overflowed all around her, she hurriedly recited the Nine Thousand Nine Days True Sutra.
When the gucheongi moved, the goosebumps that had been rising were allayed.
The smoke that covered the entire valley began to be sucked into the altar.
Whirling -.
The black smoke condensed over the altar and formed a single shape.
Yeonjeokha's eyes, which were staring upwards, widened.
'An Imoogi?'
A black serpent as big as the Shrine flew leisurely through the sky.
Then suddenly, the eyes of the Imoogi and Yeonjeokha met.
At that moment, the Imoogi opened its mouth and roared, then fell down.
As it fell down, the Imoogi's mouth got bigger and bigger.
Before long, the Imoogi's wide open mouth swallowed the reverse pentagram whole.
Aww-.
No, it was the black serpent that was swallowed up.
The Imoogi's gigantic body disappeared into the Reverse Pentagram as if being sucked in.
“… … .”
A strange silence hung over the valley, as if even time had stopped.
Then, a man about 10 feet tall (about 3 meters) appeared in the center of the Pentagram.
"omg! Cheonjama?”
The Eighthwangsinmo's mouth was wide open.
The giant with a huge spear in one hand was definitely the son of a thousand he met a long time ago.
The king descended from the ‘Heaven of Kings’.
The wind blew hard.
A flag with strange letters hanging at the end of the spear pole fluttered wildly.
It was at the end of the chohonje that Kucheonnodo Shimtong and Taebaek Seonin entered the valley.
Old sim looked around him left and right, not realizing that the ritual had already ended.
It's looking for Yeonjeokha.
Taebaek Seonin said to such old sim.
“It looks like the ceremony is over, but would you like to meet the headmaster?”
"what? Are you done? Whoever wants!”
Old sim, who had been screaming, ran into the valley calling out to Yeonjeokha.
“Confucius! Confucius!”
Surprised, Taebaek Seonin hurriedly followed him.
The old sim that ran like the wind stopped in front of the Eighthwangsinmo.
Taebaek Seonin hurriedly followed him and tightened his waist with a pale face.
“Master! Forgive me! Gucheonnodo asked me to attend the chohonje, so I was bringing it to the priest.”
The Eighthwangsinmo turned her gaze to Simtong.
Despite the intrusion of her uninvited guests, her expression was unexpectedly calm.
"late. The first marriage ceremony has already ended.”
Old sim, who had been standing there with a blank face, lowered his head.
“Master! I want to be a sacrifice too! Please send me to Confucius too!”
“You are not qualified.”
When Hwangsinmo Pal spoke coldly, Simtong glared at her and said.
“I know enough to know. What qualifications do you have for a sacrifice!”
“Gucheonno, too, must have been impatient because he couldn’t die.”
When Eight Hwangsinmo raised her life force and pressed her, Simtong resisted with the Gucheongi.
Instantly, thick beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
When the traces of her blood appeared on the corner of her old sim, the Pal Hwangsinmo took her life.
She didn't want to kill him for being loyal to her rival.
“When I say you are not qualified, I mean that you will not be able to endure ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
"it's okay."
“Are you willing to give up your guaranteed life in this world?”
She couldn't understand the request of her old sim to Hwangsinmo Pal, who was pursuing immortality with her fire.
Send me to a place to die?
“Are you sure, sir, that the elders and mothers will return to this world?”
"I do not know. No one has ever been between the present world and the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
“Who is the author of Beomcheonyokgyewangjaecheon? How did he know about ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“There was a person called Guzhen Brahman. One day, he remembered 'King's Sky' in the capital. He saw it while contemplating his three lives. No one has ever crossed the sensuous realm with his body.”
“Then I will go too.”
“Are your ear canals blocked? I said just a moment ago that no one had come and gone in the flesh.”
“Yes, I heard you. If the old man and his wife don't come back, I'll have to go and take care of them. The rest of my life is not mine, it belongs to you.”
“‘Heaven of Kings’ is a world higher than the present world. Have you seen the three-headed dog? Even a dog you meet on the street may be stronger than you. Will you go even though your inaction won't last long?"
“Life and death depend on heaven. If Heaven wants this life, you must give it up. If it's not that, I'll take Yeongja-nim with me.”
“What a fool you are. They said it was a ‘gumilbok sword’, but it turned very bad.”
Contrary to the criticism, the Eighthwangsinmo's eyes were smiling.
The couple's affection for Yeon Jeok-ha is deep, but the loyalty of a servant from Nokrim-do is also unusual.
“I am ashamed.”
Old sim flushed as her forgotten epithet sprang from the mouth of her leader.
“Come here with the black goat by early Yushi (5:00 PM). This is what you wanted, so don't blame me if you lose your life.”
“Even if I die, I will not resent you.”
“Go away.”
"yes."
Simtong and Taebaek Seonin answered unanimously, then went back the way they had come.
Taebaek Seonin, who was going down the mountain, asked as if passing by.
“Since Yeonjeokha has disappeared, you should be able to live according to your will, so why do you want to become a sacrifice?”
“My intention is to attend Yeon Confucius.”
“It’s a big deal. I didn't know Green Forest's loyalty was that much.”
Old sim glanced at Taebaek Seonin.
His expression was as calm as if he had been liberated, so he couldn't tell if he was laughing or admiring it.
“How is your palhwang? If you were a disciple of the religious leader, your loyalty would be exceptional.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you planning to take revenge for the brother-in-law who became disabled?”
“Our Eight Emperors Theorem is not as deep as you think. Maybe it’s to the extent of helping each other when needed.”
At this time, Taebaek Seonin also did not hide his bitter feelings.
Five of the Eight Emperors remain, but even if there are fewer of them, there is no one to mourn.
***
Seonnyeoam.
shrine.
In the room, a person and two deities sat facing each other.
The Eighthwangsinmo, the golden thread, and the son of a thousand.
It felt like half of the temple was filled with the huge size of the 10-foot Cheonjama.
Eighthwangsinmo looked at the Cheonjama's complexion and spoke carefully.
She said, “I will rebuild the shrine even for the sake of the Son of Heaven. Even if it makes you uncomfortable, please be patient.”
“It really is like a rat hole. It's not cool to sit in the imperial palace. Tsk tsk!”
At the sigh of the son of a thousand, the gold snake stepped out.
“Heavenly Demon, King of Demonic Heaven. Something better has been prepared for you, so please accept it.”
“Geumsa, aren’t you serving Seokjehwanin, the king of Guju as the ruler of Sabeolju?”
“Because there is no King of the Savior in this world.”
The Cheonjama smiled at the natural virtuous reply of the Golden Master.
“This is a wise answer indeed. Golden Temple, do you know what the principal wants?”
“I know you gorge on the anguish of middle school students who are on the verge of death.”
"It is true. that was prepared for me Is it such anguish?”
The Cheonjama from ‘Heaven of Kings’ had a slightly different texture from the Demonic Cult’s Cheonjama.
It wanted 'destruction' and 'death', but the Cheonjama from 'Heaven of Kings' was indulging in gluttony.
Which one's godhood is higher will be known when the two Heavenly Demons meet.
“Yes, my faithful servant, the Eighthwangsinmo, has prepared a sacrament for the Heavenly Son.”
Eighthwangsinmo, who was listening to the conversation between the Golden Temple and the Cheonjama, was stunned.
He was told that beings who incarnated as the Reverse Pentacle are subject to him.
However, Geumsa called himself a servant without hesitation.
The Eighthwangsinmo, impatient, interjected.
"I'm sorry in the middle of the word, but you're a servant? Rather, weren't Master Geum and Lady Cheonja subordinate to me?”
As the Cheonjama's face hardened, the golden priest hurriedly came out.
“You are not wrong, but originally the relationship between Godhead and human beings cannot go beyond master and servant. Although we are subordinate to you, you must not forget your duty.”
Cheonjama took one more drink.
“When you die, we will perish from this world. However, the body is not affected in any way. It means that part of the Godhead has passed over. Are you still going to talk about subordinates?”
