Return of the Mount Hua Sect

The calm disguised as gentleness collapses, and extreme hatred is revealed. Chung Myung burst into laughter as he watched the face of Heavenly Murderer change in an instant.

The reason why Chung Myung was not fooled by the lie that was so convincingly packaged that he almost deceived her for a moment was very simple.

‘He’s not that kind of guy.’

Because he knows what kind of person Heavenly Murderer was.

Heavenly Murderer that Chung Myung remembers was a man who showed no mercy to his allies as well as his enemies. Literally Heavenes Murder (??(天殺)). He’s a being united by murderous intent and hostility toward everything that exists.

Even if a hundred years had passed, the fundamentals would not have changed. Was it possible that such a Heavenly Murderer would simply let everyone go here for such a trivial reason?

‘That’s not even funny.’

If so, there is only one reason. There is a reason to keep them alive despite saying otherwise.

And with that consideration, everything became clear.

“Why? Did I say something wrong?”

Chung Myung chuckled. It was an obvious provocation, but Heavenly Murderer seemed to regain his composure rather quickly. It appeared he hadn’t wasted the last hundred years after all.

But Chung Myung had no particular reason to be disappointed. Because he had already confirmed everything he needed to.

The answer to the tormenting question that had plagued him so far.

How on earth does Heavenly Demon return to this world?

‘It’s no different from me.’

It was something he could guess, but couldn’t be certain. The answer to that question lay in Heavenly Murderer’s reaction just now.

“He’s returning?”

Chung Myung chuckled.

“I’m curious? Is that really something you know about, or…”

Chung Myung’s meaningful smile struck Heavenly Murderer sharply.

“Is it just a groundless belief?”

Expression disappeared from Heavenly Murderer’s face. But Chung Myung was able to read enough from that face. The emptiness of a fanatic who has lost his God.

Chung Myung, too, had returned from death.

What should be noted in the process is that even before Chung Myung became aware of himself, he had undoubtedly lived in this world under the name Chosam.

At some point, Chosam became Chung Myung.

This is the point that matters.

What if Heavenly Demon, even that very Heavenly Demon, goes through a process that is no different from Chung Myung?

‘Heavenly Demon… It means that he may be living in this world as a nameless villager.’

What if, in such a state, he was to be attacked by followers of Magyo? What would happen if cultists who couldn’t recognize him as Heavenly Demon attacked him?

Will Heavenly Demon, who is in danger, regain his true self as Heavenly Demon and awaken like Chung Myung? Or will he just die as a nameless commoner, never waking up?

It’s unknown. What is certain is that even if they die, they cannot outright deny the possibility of the latter.

And… Judging from Heavenly Murderer’s reaction, it seems they have no way to identify him before he awakens.

Unlike Budala Palace which fostered the position of Bansol Lama to find the reincarnation of Dalai Lama, these people have no other option than to just wait.

‘Aned so Magyo can never attack Jungwon.’

A cultist who cannot confirm the existence of Heavenly Demon can never kill a person. The only people they can kill are those who were already alive before Heavenly Demon died.

But how many such people are still left in the world today?

As time passes, the cultists have no choice but to refrain from killing. They might kill Heavenly Demon who will be resurrected with their own hands, creating a terrible situation that should never happen from Magyo’s perspective.

For those who support Heavenly Demon, it is a mortal sin that cannot be repaid even if they die and resurrected a hundred or even a thousand times. That’s why it wasn’t anyone else, but that person, Heavenly Murderer, who ran all the way here in a hurry.

To stop the slaughter caused by the young bishop Dan Jagang.

The weight of the name ‘Heavenly Murderer’ is too heavy to come all the way here just to stop a young bishop Dan Jagang. What Heavenly Murderer tried to prevent was not Dan Jagang’s deviation, but the act of massacre itself.

“Kukukukuk.”

Chung Myung laughed as if it were ridiculous.

“It must have been difficult.”

“….”

“You have to say that everything being in Jungwon must be killed and destroyed, but you must also make it impossible for them to be kill. Is there anything more absurd?”

Heavenly Murderer’s face was cruelly distorted.

“Yes. It must have been hard to say that Heavenly Demon might be living somewhere as a mere commoner, negating the perfection of Heavenly Demon. I can really understand the agony of having to venerate an incomplete being as if they were perfect.”

“Shut up…”

“Pitiful. I thought your ordeal was just an endless wait…”

Chung Myung laughed scornfully.

“What a miserable life, unable to lift a finger even when faced with the very enemies who killed your god.”

“You bastaaaaaaaard!”

Heavenly Murderer screamed with a face distorted like a malevolent demon, but Chung Myung calmly laughed at him without blinking an eye.

Everyone else might not know, but Chung Myung knows. What does Heavenly Demon mean to Magyo?

Even if the probability that killing Chung Myung would harm Heavenly Demon is more than one in ten million, and even if it were only a possibility of picking out one grain of sand that fills vast desert, they dare not act.

A faith that goes beyond common sense. That is the essence of what Magyo is.

“Are you angry?”

That’s why Chung Myung laughed. Those pitiful fanatics, those foolish people who understand Heavenly Demon very well but cannot see through his true nature at all.

Step.

Chung Myung approached Heavenly Murderer. Passing Baek Cheon and Un Gum, without hesitation.

And the faces of Mount Hua’s disciples who saw that scene began to turn pale.

‘That, that….’

‘That crazy guy!’

But no one dared to stop him. Chung Myung and Heavenly Murderer. It was impossible for them to get involved in the conflict between those two colossal beings.

Chung Myung just walked calmly, perhaps unaware of the sentiments of those watching from behind.

Step.

And finally, he stood in front of Heavenly Murderer. No, just saying it is in front doesn’t do justice. At a distance close enough to touch, Chung Myung looked at Heavenly Murderer and twisted the corner of his mouth.

“Then try killing me.”

“Ugh….”

“Go ahead, try to kill me.”

Heavenly Murderer’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. They cannot handle his skyrocketing anger on their own.

In his mind, he had probably already crushed Chung Myung’s head to death hundreds of times. But Heavenly Murderer’s hand ultimately couldn’t move.

This person is Heavenly Murderer (??(天殺) ).

Born with the fate of Heavenly Murderer lineage, he instinctively craves blood and death. To him, enduring murder is no different from enduring human thirst.

It’s as if Heavenly Murderer has endured this immense thirst without a single drop of water for over a hundred years.

A dreadful faith. No, at this point, it would be more fitting to call it a ‘miraculous’ faith.

“What?”

But to Chung Myung, that faith meant nothing.

Chung Myung whispered softly into Heavenly Murderer’s ear. Like a demon that tempts a devout Buddhist practitioner.

“I asking you to kill me?”

“….”

“Kikikik.”

Heavenly Murderer couldn’t even twitch because he was afraid that Chung Myung, who was already in disarray, might actually die from his murderous intent alone. He couldn’t even fully release his murderous intent. Chung Myung laughed at him enthusiastically.

“Why? You can’t?”

Heavenly Murderer’s hands were shaking. His hands trembled pathetically, moved violently for a moment, and then returned to its original position repeatedly. Tears of blood trickled down from his furiously red eyes.

“This filthy… filthy unbeliever…”

“That’s right. I am a filthy unbeliever, aren’t I?”

Chung Myung smiled, showing his teeth.

“And you’re just a cripple who can’t even kill a single worthless unbeliever.”

Chung Myung’s sneer was pierced deep in the eyes of Heavenly Murderer.

“Am I right?”

Heavenly Murderer glares at Chung Myung with a face distorted like a demon. Red blood seeped out between his heated lips. There was no blood from biting his lip, but he ended up suffering internal injuries from the energy that flowed back from being unable to bear the severe rage.

At that moment, Chung Myung reaches out and grabs Heavenly Murderer by the collar.

“Listen well, you idiot.”

Chung Myung pulled Heavenly Murderer’s head towards him and meeting his eyes, growled at him.

“Don’t yap like you’re something special when you can’t even move a finger. Get the hell out of here. Just breathing in the same place as you cult bastards makes me vomit.”

“Kuh… Ack…”

After finishing his words, Chung Myung pushed Heavenly Murderer, who he had pulled close.

Heavenly Murderer couldn’t even resist and retreated back. His face was a sight to see, a mixture of anger, hatred, and humiliation. Heavenly Murderer clenched his teeth and struggled to speak.

“You… You will…”

A terrible curse flowed out.

“You will definitely regret this. On the day He descends, I will kill you with my own hands, tearing you to pieces without leaving a single piece of your flesh behind. No! I will make the words ‘Please kill me’ come out of your mouth! Definitely! Absolutely! Even if I have to risk everything I have! I will inflict excruciating pain on you and Mount Hua Sect! Definitely!”

“….”

“No matter where you run in this world, I will find you and make you wish you were dead but unable to die! Remember, disciple of Mount Hua Sect! You will deeply understand how intense and profound the cult’s anger can be!”

The malice, which seemed to be alive and moving, was vividly conveyed to Chung Myung. However, Chung Myung only laughed coldly even after hearing the harsh words that seemed to have emanated out from hell.

“Ah, is that so?”

There was a smile in his eyes as he looked at Heavenly Murderer.

“That’s your feelings. But there is one misunderstanding.”

“….”

“There’s no need to go through the trouble of searching. If by any chance Heavenly Demon returns and you step on the land of Jungwon again.”

A cold declaration flowed from Chung Myung’s mouth.

“You will have to face me and Mount Hua first.”

The hateful eyes of Heavenly Murderer and the icy gaze of Chung Myung were fiercely intertwined in the air.

“Then get the hell out of here now, you stupid bastard. Trembling on the cold ground with no trace of human can be found, die waiting for Heavenly Demon whose return is uncertain. That’s the only way you can prove your faith.”

With those last words, Chung Myung turned around without even waiting for a response.

Even as Chung Myung daringly showed his back, Heavenly Murderer couldn’t muster the strength to reach out his hand. He just trembled as if he might explode at any moment.

“…Your name?”

In the midst of overwhelming hatred that felt like it could burst his brain, Heavenly Murderer barely managed to ask. Chung Myung laughed strangely without even turning his head.

“Chung Myung.”

“…Chung Myung?”

“Why? Is it strange?”

“….”

“It’s good for you, idiot. You’ll never forget it.”

Heavenly Murderer looked at Chung Myung’s back with cold eyes and nodded.

“The cult… will remember you.”

The image of Heavenly Murderer, glaring at Chung Myung with eyes like the demon of hell, soon disappeared as if it were an illusion.

Finally, the disciples of Mount Hua, who felt that the presence of Heavenly Murderer had completely disappeared, collapsed helplessly on the spot.

Thud.

Baek Cheon, who threw away everything and sat down completely, looked at Chung Myung calmly walking towards him and muttered with a lost face. These were words that represented everyone’s feelings.

“That… that crazy bastard…”

No one could bear to refute those words.