Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 341 (Part 1)



341 (Part 1)

”'<Chapter 342: The Return of the Reincarnation. (1)

Kuwung-!

As a massive tremor resonated from the direction of the mountains.

The place where the Divine Dragon Hall was located had turned into chaos.

The pottery scattered everywhere had risen into the air in the form of thick mist.

Something was swirling around as if in a vortex.

Any martial artist would know. The essence of that vortex was all my qi.

How high must one’s level be?

And how pure must the qi be?

For such a form to appear.

These were the limits that could be reached by ordinary humans.

It was a form that could only be seen by those who had reached that level.

Thud….

Amidst the broken and collapsed buildings.

Thud….

An old man was kneeling on one knee bleeding as he looked around.

The building of the Divine Dragon Hall which had stood firm was now pockmarked.

The cracks were long and it seemed as if it could collapse at any moment.

‘This….’

The old man Cheonghae Ilgeom had to exhale a breath of despair as he looked at the ruined surroundings.

The grand structure that had boasted of its majesty.

Had transformed so crudely.

In front of such a righteous figure.

Something suddenly fell.

The old man had to smile sadly as he confirmed it.

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What had fallen was none other than the old man’s left arm.

The left shoulder of the old man was empty and blood was dripping down.

He had tried to staunch the bleeding with qi.

But for some reason it was not properly stopping.

Someone approached the wounded Cheonghae Ilgeom.

“What a pity.”

An old man with a massive sword resting on his shoulder.

His rough hair was tied back tightly.

He revealed his yellowed teeth and spoke to the weary Cheonghae Ilgeom.

“Your spirit seems to be elsewhere. Isn’t it rather dull?”

Cheonghae Ilgeom frowned as he looked at his opponent.

A figure from the past that had now scattered and disappeared.

The one who had unified the unorthodox sects for the first time.

And also the master who had set foot in Sichuan to invade the Central Plains.

The current Sword Lord.

The being who had been killed by the Tempest Sword of that time.

“…Black Dragon Sword.”

The old man’s alias was Black Dragon Sword.

At the call of Cheonghae Ilgeom.

The Black Dragon Sword chuckled and replied.

“Your sword shouldn’t be this lukewarm. I’m a bit disappointed.”

Thud.

The sword that Black Dragon Sword held sliced through the air.

The massive tip of the sword was aimed at Cheonghae Ilgeom.

“What troubles you so?”

Qiu

Cheonghae Ilgeom did not respond.

Seeing his demeanor Black Dragon Sword wore a bored expression.

He was that disappointed.

Noticing the expression of Black Dragon Sword Cheonghae Ilgeom asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

“How are you still alive?”

Black Dragon Sword was known to have been decapitated by none other than the Sword Lord.

Moreover the head of Black Dragon Sword had been displayed to other unorthodox sects.

It had been shown hanging in the Murim Alliance.

That incident had elevated the reputation of the Tempest Sword contributing to the title of Sword Lord.

It had also played a part in the future establishment of the Murim Alliance.

Yet.

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How could Black Dragon Sword be so brazenly alive now?

“Are you curious about that? It doesn’t seem like the right time to be asking such things.”

Hehe.

Finding Cheonghae Ilgeom’s reaction amusing.

Black Dragon Sword burst into laughter repeatedly.

This made Cheonghae Ilgeom frown.

More than the pain from his severed arm and shoulder.

Something else was bothering him.

‘The lives of the prodigies are in danger.’

With the appearance of Black Dragon Sword.

The formations surrounding the Divine Dragon Hall were neutralized and the black energy that had covered it.

Considering its range.

It had spread all the way to the Mount Tai where prodigies were likely gathered.

Not only Black Dragon Sword but the presence of other threats was felt.

This did not mean that he had attacked alone.

It was a timely strike.

In that case Cheonghae Ilgeom’s own safety was no longer his priority.

He needed to reach the children as quickly as possible.

However Black Dragon Sword’s power was stronger than expected.

With so much to protect Cheonghae Ilgeom could not escape.

“…What is your purpose?”

“Purpose?”

“What is the purpose of attacking this place?”

If he had survived.

He had been living in hiding like a mouse until suddenly attacking the Divine Dragon Hall.

“Purpose….”

Thud.

Sticking his sword into the ground Black Dragon Sword glanced around.

“I don’t know if you want to hear some grand reason but it was simply a good time.”

“…A good time?”

What kind of time was he referring to?

The answer would come soon enough.

The sword that had been stuck in the ground was quickly pulled out.

“To show that this Black Dragon Sword is very much alive.”

Whoosh-!

As Black Dragon Sword swung his sword violently.

In an instant enhanced qi surged and spread around.

Kuwung-!

“And also as a warning to show that I have not lost my dreams. This place was just suitable.”

Cheonghae Ilgeom who was trying to find out the reason seemed foolish.

Did he really need a grand reason?

The orthodox sects had always been busy looking for justifications.

Even now it seemed that way and Black Dragon Sword was pleased.

“Since you asked about my purpose I’ll reluctantly recall and tell you.”

The past orthodox sects were like maggots in masks.

And even as time passed they maintained that appearance.

How wonderful it was.

It was almost admirable to see them keeping their original intentions.

“The root of the orthodox sects and the prodigies that can be called the future.”

Was it called the generation of meteors?

What a splendid name.

It was said that geniuses poured out and were called that.

‘Trivial.’

In the end wasn’t this also the exclusive property of the orthodox sects?

“What would happen if a bloodstorm swept through this place where such people are gathered?”

The bloodlines of the four great families. The descendants of the Nine Great Families.

The descendants of prestigious families and noble houses.

The children of merchants who had supported the orthodox sects.

Among them the outstanding bloodlines were gathered here.

It was not just a casual remark to say that this was the future of the orthodox sects.

As time passed.

It was certain that those who would become the backbone of the orthodox sects would emerge from among those gathered here.

What would happen if such descendants were slaughtered here?

And who would bring about such a bloodstorm?

If it were Black Dragon Sword who had appeared after many years?

“If that happens how do you think the orthodox sects will react? Cheonghae Ilgeom aren’t you curious? I am.”

To show that he was alive.

And that he had not forgotten the dreams that lived within him.

He thought this was the most suitable place to announce it to the world.

Wasn’t it so?

It could make them lose the entire future of the orthodox sects in an instant.

How could he hesitate?

He had lived in silence for decades.

Now was the time.

The time he had been waiting for.

The swords that had protected the Central Plains had rusted.

They had forgotten their sharpness soaked in peace.

“You too it seems.”

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….

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Hehe.

Black Dragon Sword chuckled to himself.

Hearing this Cheonghae Ilgeom.

Crack.

Struggled to rise and shouted towards Black Dragon Sword.

“Black Dragon Sword…!”

“It seems you still have the strength to shout.”

“Are you planning to kill all the innocent children?”

“Why would they be innocent?”

To be born as orthodox sects.

To become their future.

That was the sin that the prodigies carried.

“Do you think the rotten roots will continue to change anything? I don’t think so.”

Wearing a mask of goodness.

Behind it were endlessly filthy beings.

Protecting the powerless and holding discussions?

What a ridiculous justification.

Such an empty justification.

Had not been upheld for a long time and they themselves must know that.

It had been a long time since they lost their righteousness and justice.

In contrast he was faithful to his desires.

Erasing the fleeting history.

Breaking the masks.

The desire to stand at the highest point above others. That was the step he took.

“You bastard…!”

Cheonghae Ilgeom dragging his weary body swung his sword again.

The unique pottery contained within him was still pure.

And also solid.

Cheonghae Ilgeom’s sword path was unwavering.

The absence of one arm did not mean he would suddenly collapse.

The storm mixed into the sword path.

The pottery scattered around began to gather creating a flash of light.

Kwagagagak-!

With a rough sound echoing.

The sword flux split the ground and flew towards Black Dragon Sword.

In response Black Dragon Sword’s sword also moved.

Bang!”’