Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 350 (Part 1)



350 (Part 1)

It’s hot.

That’s the first impression of becoming a demonic practitioner.

Everything from my head to my toes was hot.

It wasn’t the heat from the fire technique I possessed.

Demonic qi is much more aggressive than the already rough energies of fire or martial arts.

It seeps into the body of a martial artist.

Ultimately it suffocates and rots the qi.

That’s because it dislikes the presence of any energy other than its own within the body.

Just like the Heavenly Demon who was called the source of demonic qi.

The meaning of being above all beings flows there.

And to become a demonic practitioner means.

To have a body capable of using such demonic qi.

It means that demonic qi can intertwine with martial arts to express even more intense power.

The hostility of the ever-boiling demonic qi.

As it merges with the body it’s no wonder the body becomes heated.

“Ha.”

The heat escapes involuntarily.

Not from the fire technique but solely from the turbulent energy that has heated my body.

It offers another sensation.

Those who experience this sensation for the first time are consumed by the energy and become drenched in madness.

In such matters I have experienced enough to be sick of it.

I have taken considerable measures to avoid such a fate.

“If you don’t want to die quietly stay still.”

Suuuu….

As I apply strong pressure internally the demonic qi quiets down like a ghost.

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The reason demonic qi runs rampant is simple.

It acts separately from its master’s righteous will.

In the first place demonic qi was a power granted by the Heavenly Demon so it might not consider the demonic practitioner as its master.

So I caught it at the very beginning.

I established my position saying “I am your master so know your place.”

I almost burst and died while fighting with the rampaging demonic qi but.

In the end I resolved it.

“Has it been severed?”

Has the connection to the Heavenly Demon and the demonic qi been cut?

Even now looking at the Heavenly Demon I don’t feel the same resonance as before.

“Was it this easy?”

The thin line I saw when I wanted to become a demonic practitioner.

It seems that something changed as I severed it.

Could it have been something that could be done so simply?

“That can’t be.”

That’s nonsense.

If it were that easy I wouldn’t have been rolling around in my past life.

You could sever it if you wanted to? What a ridiculous thought.

It’s just a change.

One of the countless changes I felt upon entering this life.

And within that change I vaguely sensed that someone unknown to me had a desire mixed in.

“…Ah…no.”

My gaze turns to the voice filled with fear.

Covering her mouth with both hands in shock is Wi Seol-ah.

She examined the white energy still surrounding me and the power gathered at the tip of my sword.

And what she looked up at was her face.

The appearance was indeed that of the Wi Seol-ah I knew.

But her gaze.

Seeing the way she looked at me I had to frown.

The subtle difference coming from there was irritating.

“Stay still over there.”

“…”

Wi Seol-ah flinches at my words.

“It seems we have a lot to talk about.”

“…Ah.”

I can see her large pupils trembling.

With such big eyes she could see that well.

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Now that I think about it how do my eyes look? Are they red or purplish?

Swoosh.

I try to touch my face with my hand but I can’t tell.

If I were to express a little feeling it would be that my skin which should always be hot and filled with heat feels cold.

Inside due to the nature of the demonic qi it feels like it’s getting hotter but the skin feels cold.

This contradictory sensation.

I haven’t felt it in a long time.

Thud.

I turn my head at the presence that approached me.

There stood the Heavenly Demon with clear purple eyes looking up at me.

“…Ah.”

It’s not that I didn’t feel it coming.

I just chose to wait and see because there was no hostility.

This is also a difference.

Being able to sense whether the Heavenly Demon has hostility or not.

And even though I felt the Heavenly Demon approaching I felt only tension rather than fear.

“What did you do?”

A somewhat awkward yet precise pronunciation reached my ears.

Was the Heavenly Demon’s tone always like this?

Or is it just the state of this era?

“What do you mean?”

“That.”

The tip of the Heavenly Demon’s finger points to my qi center.

“What did you do to mine…?”

I wondered what he meant.

It seems he was referring to the line I severed with the Heavenly Demon.

If not was it about the demonic absorption technique?

Seeing this reaction can I really think that I severed it?

“Why is it yours?”

“It’s mine.”

As I exchanged even a brief conversation with the Heavenly Demon a strange feeling brushed past me.

I had never conversed like this before.

His features were clearly visible.

Unlike the time when I could only vaguely recognize him as looking just like Wi Seol-ah.

The appearance of the Heavenly Demon felt even more vivid.

His gaze which seemed somewhat dull.

And conversely his eyebrows looked like they were displeased about something.

Even the distinctly visible purple eyes.

Was it originally like this?

Why does this being who was so terrifying and fearsome feel so close for some reason?

Is it because he resembles Wi Seol-ah?

That can’t be it.

-I am the Heavenly Demon.

It must be because so much is different.

The current Heavenly Demon.

And the current me.

“Was it originally like this?”

The confidence that pierced the sky the being that seemed to transform the meaning of being above all beings into a human was the Heavenly Demon.

But the current Heavenly Demon feels different very different.

“That’s mine.”

The way he pouts as if he’s displeased.

Every time he does that his flowing hair sways.

-Captain.

It’s so different from the one who looked down at me.

“Is this even possible?”

Recalling the time when the Heavenly Demon appeared in my past life.

I was just past my early twenties so I had only been around for a few years.

Could this young being change so much in that time?

“Could it be that he’s not the Heavenly Demon?”

That thought crossed my mind but it’s a meaningless delusion.

Can’t I still feel it through my skin?

The absurd energy contained within that small body.

So powerful that it rather concealed its presence making it hard to recognize.

I looked into the Heavenly Demon’s eyes.

The way he still glared at me as if he was displeased.

It was the same look he had when he took the medicine from Wi Seol-ah.

This empty vessel will become the Heavenly Demon later.

Is this appearance also an act?

It might be.

But it doesn’t matter.

“Is it yours? No it’s not.”

I draw up the demonic qi within my body to the fullest.

It reached my qi center in an instant.

An energy faster and more intense than qi.

It synchronizes with the martial arts I use establishing a much stronger position.

That’s the advantage of demonic qi.

The demonic qi that surged over my shoulders quickly spread into the air.

“What the….”

The Black Night Palace Head who was watching while spitting blood wore a somewhat bewildered expression.

The Heavenly Demon’s eyes widened.

Perhaps it was because the energy emanating from my body was familiar.

The spreading demonic qi took on its true nature.

The instinct of demonic qi is domination and greed.

The energy that spread as if to claim the surroundings as its own rose to the sky and mixed with the black veil.

Creeeak…crack.

Then.

It began to gnaw away at the veil that was covering the sky.

Feeling that flow I looked at the Heavenly Demon and opened my mouth.

“Now it’s mine.”

The demonic qi flowing through my body now does not belong to the Heavenly Demon.