Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 1013

Revised History (3)

“The story is getting longer.”

Yeonhojeong did not move even when Kangryang spoke while standing on the shadowy wall.

Kang Ryang’s eyes deepened.

“No shouting can be heard and the conversation is getting longer. “Do you think this is certain?”

“….”

“Furthermore, an unknown energy surrounds the building. Because of that, I can’t hear the two people’s voices very well. Are you like that too, brother?”

“….”

“older brother?”

Kang Ryang’s eyes widened slightly as he looked back at Yeon Ho-jeong.

“older brother?!”

Yeon Ho-jeong was looking at the building with wide eyes.

“Brother, is there something wrong?”

Kang Ryang’s words did not reach Yeon Ho-jeong’s ears.

‘what?’

After coming here and settling down with Prince Moyong, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

A feeling that cannot be pinpointed and explained.

It was a similar feeling to the stench I felt from Namgungin’s suicide and the suicides of his former subordinates. If there was anything else, the suicide thing was a stink, but now….

‘Why do I feel familiar?’

My heart is pounding.

My heart rate went up.

My hands and feet get cold. There was a tingling sensation under my ears, and the nape of my neck went through a strange change, from hot to cold.

‘why…?!’

This familiarity was clearly due to positive memories.

But it doesn’t make sense. This situation could not serve as any positive factor for him.

What do you feel familiar with?

Why is my heart pounding so much?

‘My memories are blurry.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s memory was like a treasury that did not accept any useless information and only stored up what he wanted.

Still, it was unprecedented for my memory to be this hazy. He was the one who remembered the names and affiliations of all his subordinates who had died in countless numbers.

‘What on earth is like this…’

That was then.

Fit!

Hwangryonggi, coiled in Yeonhojeong’s chest, wriggled and raised its head.

A ray of true energy leaked out from the danjeon, which had been locked in an effort to hide all traces of it.

The magical energy slowly passed through the neck and towards the head, causing a small explosion.

“…!!”

Only then did Yeon Ho-jeong realize what this familiarity was.

“Water dragon divine energy?!”

Yes.

The water energy that gently surrounded that building was identical to that of the water dragon spirit.

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Because it was in the mountains, there was a large well nearby, and the area was in the shadow of the mountains, it was an especially humid place. Therefore, the concentration of water vapor spread in the air was bound to be thick in the first place.

‘Is this really the Water Dragon Goddess?!’

This martial art, more accurately called the Water Dragon God Invasion, was closer to the study of martial arts than martial arts.

The reason was obvious. This was because the upper danjeon was used as the main danjeon rather than the lower danjeon or middle danjeon.

Due to its nature, Sangsangjeon was a place where it was difficult to contain the power of any one temperament. All the energy that gathers in Sangsangjeon is the power of the soul, named divine energy.

The power of the soul is in line with natural energy and can be said to be the most pure and natural force in Mother Nature. Of course, you can’t gather specific energy.

‘He’ was like that too.

The Water Dragon Divine Ki was not a magical energy that stayed in the Dandanjeon, but was a type of energy that was released immediately as a divine energy in the Dandanjeon. In words, it is true energy, but in reality, it has no characteristics that can be called true energy.

In other words, it can be seen that both the Water Dragon Magic and the regular Water Dragon are the same.

However, the unknown form implemented is slightly different from the written form. So even Yeonhojeong felt a sense of discomfort and did not consider the water flowing throughout the building to be the water dragon spirit.

Crucially, ‘he’ was a person who hated fighting and did not like killing. Although he made a specialty by participating in inevitable battles, he never often showed martial arts in the first place.

He was a martial god of the dark path who was more famous for his position as the guardian of the Emperor of Darkness and for his top-level medical skills than for his martial arts skills.

He was an invisible black sword hero who corrected the identity of Heukjeseong, which could easily be mistaken for a demon, together with Shingung Mukbi.

‘no way.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes wavered.

‘no way?!’

It was then.

Puzzle!

A bright blue thunderstorm waved around the building.

It was a signal. Yeon Ho-jeong walked straight toward the building.

Behind him as he walked with great strides, Kang Ryang, Jinyang Beom-o, and Sima Hyeon, who had been hiding all over the place, appeared.

“I’ll go in first, so wait here.”

He says that without even looking back.

Then, without listening to the answers of his colleagues, he opened the main door of the building with force and entered, reaching the main room.

‘It’s dark.’

It was dark.

No, the water dragon spirit was strong.

‘It’s unnaturally dark.’

Unless someone artificially controls it, it is impossible for one’s intelligence to become this rich.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s hand touched the door of the main room.

Excited!

My heart was pounding like it was going to burst.

The door opens so slowly.

As time slowed down, Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes caught the back of Mo Yong-gun and the figure of a young man sitting upright beyond him.

“…!!”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes widened as if they were torn.

“You’re here.”

That voice, that tone of voice.

“Is this your first time seeing me like this?”

People who are not the first say they are the first.

After returning, all the people in the past who knew only the other person but did not know each other looked at themselves with bewildered eyes.

That kind of reaction is familiar. I was used to it. That’s what I thought.

However, as I listened to him in a very clear voice with eyes that were not confused, an extremely relaxed face, and a very clear voice, I was the one who was rather embarrassed.

‘Unbelievable.’

Eyes, skin, bridge of the nose, lips, and chin.

From the neatly pulled back hair to the knuckles of the fingers.

The ‘him’ he remembered was before his eyes, looking younger and more vibrant than he remembered.

“…Ham Mu-heon (含貿獻).”

Ham Moo-heon, Namsoohyupui (藍手活醫).

He was a member of the Five Great Gods of the Heukje Castle, the captain of the guard of the Heukam Emperor Yeonhojeong, and a magnate who was called the best doctor of the Black Way.

A man who loved indigo hemp clothes and always dyed his own white hemp clothes, so his fingertips were always dyed a subtle indigo color, so he was nicknamed Namsu (藍手).

The last companion of the Five Great Gods that I haven’t found yet.

Unbelievably, he appeared as an enemy.

“Ham Mu-heon… That’s fascinating. “How do you know the name of the last master of the Water Dragon God Chimtao?”

Hong Ik-cheon’s eyes widened slightly as if he was purely surprised.

That was it. The painted smile on his lips was still there. It was an expression that would not change even after death.

At that moment, Yeon Ho-jeong remembered the words Ham Mu-heon had chirped in the past in his unique, relaxed voice.

‘I don’t like fighting. ‘I just like observing people.’

‘Do you want to do it? Then go. I won’t stop you. If you think it’s right to have blood on your hands, I’ll just follow.’

‘It’s time for acupuncture. Roll up your sleeves like always… Sigh!’

‘…It’s because of me. ‘Hwanya died because of me.’

His voice was smiling, serious, funny, and sad.

And those words that I often said out of habit, but could never be ignored.

‘It only takes one day or one incident for a person to go crazy. ‘Isn’t that why you and I came all the way here?’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes turned red and bloodshot.

“Ham Mu-heon!”

“Could it be that you have felt the water dragon divine energy? That’s amazing. It would be difficult for even a strong Seongcheon to feel the difference between the normal magic and the water dragon magic…”

Hong Ik-cheon smiled.

“As expected, the king. “He deserves to be called a rare person born with the greatest talent of all time.”

“You…”

“However, if you don’t know the Water Dragon God Chimdo, you won’t be able to know the Water Dragon God Qi in the first place.”

Hong Ik-cheon slowly stood up.

He stood up straight and asked in a serious voice with slightly serious eyes.

“How do you know the Water Dragon Spirit Chimdo?”

You can’t not know.

“How do you even know the name of the last warrior of the Water Dragon God Chimdo?”

Your name was a lie.

“Why do you call me Ham Muheon?”

Because your lies were the truth to us.

“Do you know me?”

I thought I knew better than anyone else.

“Of course I know you well. “You are…”

The smile disappeared from Hong Ik-cheon’s face.

“He is a devil worse than me and the evil god who created me.”

“…Wrong.”

“Is that so?”

“The devil was you.”

I finally realized it.

Yeon Ho-jeong was finally able to truly understand.

The reason for the mysterious deaths of his subordinates.

The shadow that existed behind the history of Heukjeseong, where countless sacrifices were made as the alliance with the Baekdo political faction was broken several times at critical moments.

On the morning of the day he was on his way to catch the leader of the Saeum cult, Ham Mu-heon, who evacuated the injured Jinyang and So Jeong-gwang, went out for the first time with Mukbi and Kang Ryang, saying that he would cut off the supply line of the Saeum cult that he had received through intelligence.

In this way, Yeonhojeong, Prince Moyong, and three Tang officials fought together against the Saeumgyoju.

And at that time, Shingung and Sword King Namsuhwalui led the strike force of Heukjeseong and went to cut off the supply line of Saeumgyo.

Did Mukbi and Gangryang really survive back then?

Did the Chungpa Black Panther Team, the strike force that was with them, survive?

Were they really going to cut off the supply line?

I can not know.

Yeon Ho-jeong truly did not know.

What is history. What is regression? What else is time?

Did all history really change through regression?

Or are there two identical worlds, with only he returning to the past and the old world still moving forward?

If the world in that time period still existed.

How on earth do my people live in that world?

What would that world be like?

“Did you say he was an evil god?”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s voice suddenly became calmer.

My boiling prayers, my bloodshot eyes, and the swirl of all kinds of emotions were completely calmed down.

Moyong felt an unusual change.

This was because the tremendous change in Yeonhojeong posed a greater threat than the identity of Hongikcheon.

“Look at Yeon Sobuju.”

“The term ‘Death God’ refers to a mysterious and evil god. “But the envoys I know are different from the envoys that magnates talk about.”

Hong Ik-cheon’s eyes deepened.

“This is a difficult reaction to understand. You are truly a unique person.”

“Now that you’ve proudly revealed yourself, tell me your affiliation.”

“I think you already guessed it.”

“Where do you belong?”

Hong Ik-cheon smiled again.

“It seems like you are more confident than you can guess. “And yet, the way they ask again to confirm is not that different from ordinary people.”

“….”

“It’s as you guessed.”

“….”

“I ignited from the seed of the lord of Mt. Yeongeumsan and the one who presides over the sacred sacrificial site with the duty to spread the kinship of the gods.”

“….”

“Among the Four Kings, he is the only one to have received that title in the Central Plains, and the first to receive envoys at Daegyojeon, the thirty-eighth generation, Mukanjisu (無間之秀) ).”

“….”

“A man without a name, simply called the Third Evil King, meets the Absolute One of the Central Plains.”

Hong Ik-cheon bows his head in greeting as if showing off.

Looking at him, Yeon Ho-jeong realizes another thing.

History has changed, but the truth has not changed.

People have changed, but the devil has not.

That this guy was a devil, and that he was willing to live like that if the devil called himself a devil.

Quad deuk!

The Gwangryongbu, which was held in Kang Ryang’s hand in the distance, flew away with a gust of wind and was caught in Yeon Ho-jeong’s hand.

“Where should I start this dog fight between bad guys?”