Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Dark And Light Martial Emperor Chapter 1062

Episode 1062

The last task (4)

Cheon Hyorak riding on Hwahyang’s back.

Due to his innate nature, he is unable to fight even though he has practiced martial arts to the highest level. Although Cheon Hyo-rak may have felt regretful about such facts, he did not ruin his life with despair.

But now, Hyorak Cheon felt a feeling close to despair.

‘Seniors.’

After a harsh childhood, he was carving out his own life without relying on anyone.

However, he was greatly shocked when his lord and father passed away.

Only then did Cheon Hyorak realize that he depended on his father deep in his heart. It’s just that he didn’t show it and didn’t even think about understanding it himself.

After his father passed away, Shinma’s situation was resolved, and Makwon remained.

Makwon took care of Cheonhyorak like an older brother and sometimes like a father.

Although he didn’t do anything particularly special, the words he spoke from people around him were full of kindness. Sometimes, we would laugh and talk while drinking heavily.

Suddenly, Makwon became Cheon Hyorak’s benefactor who was almost like a blood relative to him.

He is the person who filled his father’s empty spot even though he did not intend to do so. Even for Cheon Hyorak, whose personality was far from being weak, Makwon’s presence was as big as Hwahyang’s.

He sends them to fight against an unknown threat. The threat was so fierce and powerful that even Makwon was nervous.

‘If only I could use martial arts without hesitation.’

Jungwangmagong (重旺魔功) was one of the best magic arts in Shinmarim, but it was not the best magic attack.

Nevertheless, the reason he chose Jungwang was because Jungwang Magic is a martial art that is capable of drawing out the human body’s senses to the limit and capturing and controlling the essence of energy floating in the air.

Even though it is a magical art, it is a martial art that specializes in manipulating natural energy, such as controlling air pressure. He had no doubt that martial arts like this would be of great help in correcting his heavenly punishment.

In fact, my father also said that once you reach the Tenth Dan Gong, you will be able to break away from your natural instinct and practice martial arts.

Afterwards, he told me to train Pacheongyeol and go to the ultimate level.

‘Why do I always look like this in moments of need?’

Unable to stop Mokgyedam’s evil plan, he asked for help from the Murim Alliance, and after his father’s death, he was unable to do anything.

And now.

Unable to even watch Makwon, whom he had become a precious friend of, struggle in the swamp of death, he runs away.

Hwaaaaaaa!

Unstable magical energy began to leak out of Cheon Hyorak’s body.

Activating physical senses through the use of inner energy has been possible since ancient times. However, there has never been a case where unstable internal energy leaked out in this way.

Surprise appeared on Hwahyang’s face.

“Confucius!”

Cheon Hyorak did not hear her worried cries.

After the Jungwangmagong, which grew up in front of Gong Daesa’s great power, Shinmarim collapsed, and in front of his father’s death, he rose to the level of Gudangong.

With only one step left to reach the Ten Steps, Cheon Hyo-rak’s vast inner strength was choosing the path to collapse.

Cheon Hyo-rak’s eyes went blank.

‘Why do I always have to despair?’

Why on earth does this rotten body function?

Even when precious relationships are in danger, has this soft body that can only watch quietly ever give you any emotion other than despair?

‘I want to die.’

What meaning would there be in this life if everyone died and I survived alone?

Grumbling.

Blood flowed from Cheon Hyorak’s nose and mouth.

Hwahyang was startled when she saw the blood soaking her shoulder.

“Confucius!”

Hwa-Hyang stopped teaching and sat Cheon Hyo-Rak against a large tree and said with an urgent look on her face.

“Take heart! “It’s dangerous!”

It was a fire-entry demon.

The true energy that moves only with one’s will, not with one’s hands and feet, is greatly influenced by a person’s state of mind.

Normally, it is rare for a person to run out of energy just because of despair or extreme joy. Sima Oedo’s martial arts are an exception, but if they are martial arts with a high level of perfection at the level of the Demonic Sword of the Middle King, there is no significant difference in stability compared to other new arts.

Nevertheless, the fact that he was in this state now meant that Cheon Hyo-rak’s despair was that deep.

Saaagh!

Hwahyang’s complexion turned pale.

Cheon Hyorak’s eyes, with his head down, looked lifeless than the eyes of a dead fish. The amount of blood flowing from the nose and mouth was small, but it was dark in color and looked dangerous to anyone.

But what was more serious than that was the demonic energy radiating from his entire body.

A magical energy that even Hwahyang, a transcendent expert, dare not approach, rose like a cloud. Even in the shocking reality that it was impossible to achieve martial arts, Cheon Hyo-rak’s skill, built up with all kinds of elixirs and enlightenment, was several times that of Hwahyang.

In addition, with the great castle of the King of Demons just around the corner, Cheon Hyorak’s magical energy boasted a much higher quality than Hwahyang’s magical energy.

With so much magical energy gushing out as if it would turn the entire mountain into hell, Hwahyang had no choice but to stamp his feet.

“Confucius!!”

Cheon Hyorak’s ears twitched.

A world where despair is added to despair. He, who was kneeling in an empty space, slowly raised his head.

‘What about that?’

A ray of light was shining.

Beyond the light that did not suit him, Hwahyang’s large eyes were visible.

‘Who was it?’

The eyes were filled with tears. Those eyes, filled with only worry, resembled my mother from her childhood, a time when her memories were vague.

‘mother.’

My mother got sick and passed away after giving birth to my younger brother.

Tears flowed from Cheon Hyo-rak’s eyes.

‘Why did I end up like this?’

At one point, he resented his father and mother for giving birth to him like this.

But not now. It was ridiculous to blame my parents for letting me know the joy of life.

I just whisper my frustrated and upset feelings to my parents who are nowhere to be found.

‘Too many of my precious people have died to hope for the future.’

Both father and mother.

And now to Makwon.

‘Do I have the right to live like this?’

It was then.

“Who is dead?”

Cheon Hyorak, startled by the sudden voice, looked behind him.

“father?!”

Hyeokryeonhwi was there. His father, who was called Maseon and reigned as the strongest martial arts warrior.

Hyeokryunhwi spoke in a blunt voice.

“He is not dead. Just fighting. But you have already killed him in your heart.”

“…?!”

“Even if he dies, it is only a choice he made. Even if you have mastered the Middle King to the tenth level and escaped Heaven’s punishment, do you think you will be able to save him unless you have practiced Pacheongyeol?”

“but!”

“Your despair and worries have no meaning at this moment. “I don’t understand why you despair and why you worry.”

“Many people died because of me! Even though we could have fought together, I only sought survival under the excuse of heavenly punishment! How can I live like that for over twenty years…!”

“Then go ahead.”

“…yes?”

“If you are in such despair, go back and die with him, even if it is in a body that cannot fight.”

“…!!”

“I don’t want to interfere with your life and choices just because I’m your parent. You are my child, but you are you. “The choices you make at every moment determine your life. If you don’t mind dying, wouldn’t it be true for you to go willingly to death?”

“….”

“If you have the will to fight but not the will to die, at least this is not your battlefield. “Continually run away until you find your own life.”

“Escape…”

“Escape is not something to be ashamed of. “What’s truly shameful is when I find myself regretting the fact that I ran away.”

Cheon Hyorak’s eyes, which were full of despair and sadness, became bloodshot.

“I have already found my own life. “Yet you ran away, as was your habit.”

“….”

“I won’t run away anymore.”

Hyukryunhwi nodded and stepped back.

With each step he took, his appearance darkened.

“Just because you die right now doesn’t mean the hearts of those who loved and cared for you become worthless.”

“father.”

“good. Go and see that your life is already yours and take it again.”

After Hyeokryeonhwi completely disappeared.

Flash!

The darkness disappeared and the whole world was colored with light.

“Cough!”

Cheon Hyorak, who returned to reality, vomited out a bowl of blood.

“Confucius!”

The demonic energy that seemed to cover the entire mountain disappeared. Hwahyang hurriedly tried to approach him.

but.

‘…?!’

Hwahyang’s eyes widened.

Cheon Hyo-rak naturally sits cross-legged after hemoptysis. Despair no longer existed in those eyes that were filled with resentment.

In Taoism, it is said that hemoptysis occurs when one attains great enlightenment.

Even though Cheon Hyo-rak studied magic, he went through a process similar to Hyeon-mun’s enlightenment. In an extremely brief moment, his mind, which had gone through the depths of his emotions, was in a realm that was incomprehensible to the physiology of magic.

Hwaaaaa!!

The demon energy that had disappeared rose again like fire.

Unlike before, when the density was high but unstable, his momentum, which is rough but stable like fire, resembles a bonfire dancing in a place where there is no wind.

‘This?!’

Hwahyang swallowed her saliva.

‘Jungwangmagong is changing.’

Everything was ready, but Cheon Hyorak, who was unable to practice martial arts due to his heavenly form, began to develop the ten levels of martial arts through a short and deep enlightenment.

Uduk! Crump!

There was the sound of bones breaking all over my body. At the same time, his skeleton changed little by little.

It was the flight of a young demon dragon who had been fighting despair for a long time without holding his breath.

* * *

Boom!

So Hyun-rip’s body took five steps backward due to the white lightning strike fired like a cannonball.

Ji-ing! Jiiiing!

An unusual sound came from the upright shaft of the white lightning spear.

Makwon, who was glaring at So Hyeon-rip with his spear outstretched, grabbed the end of the spear with his left hand.

“I don’t think I’m going to die like that.”

“….”

“When are you going to show your martial arts skills?”

So Hyeon-rip shook off the hilt of the black sword.

Makwon’s career, which had been wrapped around the spear, was broken and scattered.

“I don’t understand.”

Speak leisurely in a posture close to your natural body.

Still, there are no gaps. This was the reason why Makwon did not attack Sohyeonrip.

“The old people in the gate that never dies considered your martial arts work to be a work that marks a milestone in the history of martial arts.”

“How did you feel when you received it?”

“This is why we should not trust the words of old people who cling to life tenaciously even after death has passed.”

So Hyeon-rip’s posture lowered.

He held the middle of the spear firmly with his right hand and lightly grasped the end of the spear with his left hand.

Although it was a bit unusual, it was an exemplary spear fighting stance.

hook!

Just because I got my posture right, my mood changed. Tension appeared on Makwon’s face.

“It’s definitely an excellent martial arts skill, but it’s not something to make a fuss about. “I will crush you from the roots with your martial arts and my martial arts.”

“Just give it a try.”

It was then.

Hahaha!

An unusual flow of magical energy was felt from a distant mountain.

Makwon’s eyes wavered.

The corners of So Hyeon-rip’s mouth rose.

“You’re young after all.”

Flash!

A flash of black yog immediately pierced Mo Yuan’s arm.

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