Chapter 467: Chapter 467

When a certain tribe decides to move their long-standing home, it’s akin to a massive undertaking.

For established noble families or sects, such a process is practically impossible to execute swiftly.

However, the Demonic Cult is different.

As a group adhering to the principle of “the strong rule,” they are ready to sacrifice their lives at a command.

Thus, when End Demon’s order was issued, no one dared to openly oppose it.

As a result, the great migration of the Demonic Cult was successfully completed.

The only one remaining at Cheonwol Fortress, Seol-Hwi, showed no signs of movement.

In truth, if you look at the process, it wasn’t all smooth.

Though they appeared to follow the Demonic Cult Leader’s command, the elders and senior members, and even the reclusive warriors who rarely showed themselves in the cult, displayed their discomfort.

However, at the reassembled grand banquet, End Demon quelled all discontent with a display of force.

At that time, with a single sword strike, End Demon astonishingly demolished the entire grand building and declared.

“If there is anyone who can withstand my martial prowess even once, I will concede now.”

Due to his proclamation, even those who had complaints at the time could not help but agree.

Profound Demon—His martial prowess, having reached an unattainable level, lent weight to the necessity of following him.

“What you must understand is that a being capable of toppling the world will soon arrive. We must prepare for it. We need to hide in a place untouched by the world and prepare for the next generation.”

Most importantly, the special being that End Demon spread awareness of.

The demons could not doubt the words of the absolute one in the cult, End Demon, and from now on, the goal had changed.

The enemy to fight was not the Central Plains, but an existence that would bring about the destruction of the world.

The location of the Demonic Cult was decided to be Mount Gireon, known as Mount South in the Gansu region, not Qinghai or Sichuan.

There, enormous peaks pierced through the clouds, and the sheer cliffs were daunting enough to make one afraid to look down.

End Demon needed to avoid the eyes of the world, be safe from external intrusion, and cultivate strength.

He thought that this place could fully reflect the desires of the demons.

It took almost a month for everyone to relocate to Mount Gireon according to End Demon’s orders.

Meanwhile, Seol-Hwi sat on an unnamed peak, looking at the old site that the demons had left behind.

A month ago, the battle with the system provided many unique experiences.

And the end was anticlimactically bland.

When the Cheon Wol-seong perceived by the system duplicated because of the spear Cheon Wol-seong, an error occurred.

When the spear Cheon Wol-seong was broken, the system itself evaporated.

Although it ended weakly, it could have led to a dangerous moment if things went wrong.

The more the battles repeated, the more he felt that the system was learning.

“What are you thinking so deeply about?”

A chick beside him spoke slyly.

It was Songhwa, who had emerged from the tool kit and had yet to transform into a human.

“I can guess. It’s a place where you’ve shared joys and sorrows for a long time. It’s natural to feel bittersweet and empty.”

At the insightful answer, as if understanding the world, Seol-Hwi looked at Songhwa in disbelief.

“Ha ha. Despite my appearance, I have experienced much of the world. I am different from others.”

“Not even sixteen years old…”

“I think a lot and ponder deeply. The many ups and downs I’ve experienced in life sometimes help.”

Watching Songhwa mimic the manner of adults, Seol-Hwi felt like he understood the meaning of his words.

When Seol-Hwi first took Songhwa out of the toolbox, Songhwa complained immensely.

After calming him down and explaining the situation,

“It seems you had quite a hardship too, Elder.”

He consoled Seol-Hwi as if he understood.

Looking at him, he certainly had a maturity uncommon for a child.

“Songhwa, how was it inside there?”

Seol-Hwi subtly changed the subject, wondering what the space created by the system’s toolbox was like.

“I couldn’t think of anything. Perhaps because it’s a space I can’t properly remember.”

Hearing this, it truly seemed mysterious.

He was curious about the environment inside the new space, but hearing this was surprising.

“Anyway, when can I return to my original form?”

“I’ll do it before we kill Siming Star.”

“Perhaps you’ll forget me again and focus on the grand plan…”

“No. This fight requires your full assistance.”

“If we kill the Siming Star, that guy will surely appear. When he appears, you’ll use your teleportation ability to leave the area.”

Seol-Hwi’s strategy was continuously being revised due to the information obtained from the system he faced a month ago.

The system’s foundation was said to be created by the abilities of three gods.

In other words, removing the sense of mission meant that the foundation of the system would be shaken.

If such a thing were to happen, it was obvious that the Creator would be summoned immediately.

At that time, Seol-Hwi planned to use Songhwa’s teleportation ability to escape from there.

There was no reason to fight him there anymore.

Contrary to expectations, there might be a possibility that the system wouldn’t collapse, and even if it did, it was uncertain when it would happen.

‘Afterwards, that guy will come looking for me.’

Then, the second team that was planned would confront him.

Of course, they would fall due to the overwhelming power of the Creator, but he wouldn’t be able to kill them.

The moment he realizes that Earth Demon is watching, he won’t dare to fight while risking his life.

Ultimately, the Creator will consider the last resort and choose the ‘rewind time’ that Seol-Hwi was aiming for.

Of course, he might also consider perishing together with Earth Demon, thinking to end it all.

In that case, he would step in.

He would never let him die easily.

While Seol-Hwi was silent, Songhwa asked.

“What is the reason for not fighting from the start? Giving him time might lead to the masters chosen by Elder dying or encountering unexpected situations, wouldn’t it?”

His question was, in a way, natural.

A matter that could be resolved by directly fighting the Creator might become more complicated by leaving it to subordinates.

“The Creator, you see, is not simply an evildoer that needs to be killed.”

Seol-Hwi looked at Songhwa and continued gently.

“The man has toyed with countless others. Beyond life and death, he used the agony of neither dying nor living as nourishment for his amusement. I intend to give him a sense of despair first.”

Seol-Hwi recalled memories of the past. He tried to describe the feeling from the memories he had learned at that time.

“The bewilderment of being counterattacked by those he considered playthings, and the helplessness of not being able to kill them easily. The humiliation of possibly being killed by his own creation.”

“And only then will the Creator choose the only path he can win through.”

At Songhwa’s words, Seol-Hwi grinned.

“There is such a thing. Now, let’s go. Others are waiting.”

Seol-Hwi held Songhwa and turned his gaze.

Ahead of the battle with the Creator, the three superhumans he had brought.

It was where End Demon, Goo Jong-myung, and Training Hall Leader were.

The day after the system disappeared, Seol-Hwi met the Training Hall Leader and heard detailed stories of the past.

Firstly, the winner of the martial arts tournament was surprisingly Dohwa of Kunlun and Jang Jin of the Kongtong Sect.

Before that, leader Cheong Mu, who represented the Qingcheng Sect, had been defeated by them.

Eventually, Do-hwa and Jang Jin advanced to the finals.

And their fight flowed into a situation of mutual destruction amidst its brutality and intensity.

The Training Hall Leader judged that deciding a winner was meaningless, so he intervened directly.

Up to this point, Seol-Hwi thought it was plausible.

The skill of leader Cheong Mu that Seol-Hwi had seen seemed to have just entered the beginning of the Supreme Realm, so it was expected.

However, the story that followed was intriguing.

When there were two winners, Kunlun’s Do-hwa openly provoked Qingcheng, who had been defeated, for some reason.

In response, a martial artist from Qingcheng stepped forward, and that was Cheong Heo.

To Seol-Hwi’s words, Training Hall Leader Jin Mu replied with a smile.

“He defeated both of them.”

Not just one, but two—Both of whom had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

He was so overwhelmingly powerful that the two sects readily admitted their defeat and even staged a farcical apology.

‘Well, Master is at the last stage of the Supreme Master.’

Listening to the story, Seol-Hwi felt relieved on one hand, but worried on the other.

It is a pinnacle with depleted qi.

The more power he exerts, the more his lifespan will drastically decrease.

He must now be in a situation where he has to worry about his remaining lifespan.

Seol-Hwi asked in a natural tone.

“How is the Qingcheng Sect’s reaction?”

Jin Mu also responded comfortably.

Seol-Hwi respected his master’s choice.

Because he knew that sacrificing himself for the Qingcheng Sect would be considered honorable.

It was also for his disciple, Hyuk Jin.

“The Qingcheng Sect holds Cheong Heo taoist in such high regard that it’s almost embarrassing. For example, there are claims to thoroughly investigate and analyze his past martial arts, and even talk of adopting his values as Qingcheng’s spirit.”

“So he’s being treated better than expected.”

Seol-Hwi thought it was well-deserved.

Somehow, he felt like he could see Cheong Heo’s smile in front of him.

“So… did you talk about the existence of the Creator?”

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After the martial arts tournament, the Training Hall Leader promised Seol-Hwi to preach about the existence of the ‘Creator’ to the three sects.

“Of course. Initially, everyone was bewildered, but there was a growing atmosphere of acceptance. Even those who are not yet convinced will soon acknowledge it. Rumors about the Creator will soon spread across the country.”

“…You’ve worked hard.”

Seol-Hwi had already proclaimed his existence through Mount Hua Sect’s Goo Jong-myung.

He also conveyed his wish for the Beggars’ Sect to persuade the Shaolin to the Emei Sect, mentioning the will of the late bhikkhuni.

“Naturally, warriors harbor a competitive spirit in their hearts. Once they realize there’s a common enemy, the fire will blaze fiercely.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

With that, Seol-Hwi parted ways with Jin Mu. Jin Mu was determined to inform the Wudang about the existence of the ‘God.’

And now, a month later.

Seol-Hwi was going to see them with Songhwa.

The place where the three transcendents gathered was an unnamed small basin at the edge of the mountain range.

Seol-Hwi noticed something peculiar about the atmosphere as he was almost there.

The three were gathered, but the atmosphere was ominous.

It felt like a fight could break out at any moment.

Seol-Hwi left Songhwa at a distance and hurriedly rushed in.