117 – Heavenly Fortune

Wi Ho-yeon had crossed the barrier and gone to the hundred thousand great mountains. Mu-gyeong did not know by what means he had opened the barrier, but if he had truly intended to flee, there was no reason to go to the hundred thousand great mountains—especially not while leaving the children of Eumbyeol Hall behind.

But what if Wi Yeon-gang was mistaken? It was a doubt that lasted only a fleeting moment. If Wi Ho-yeon had been in the North Sea, there was no way Mu-gyeong would have failed to find a trace of him. Since he had deployed the Ten Thousand Demon Imprisonment Domain shortly after the disappearance, Ho-yeon’s lightfoot technique would not have been enough to escape the perimeter in that time.

Mu-gyeong raced toward the hundred thousand great mountains, specifically toward Flame Mountain. To Jangun, who tried to stick to him like a shadow once more, he gave orders to finish repairing Eumbyeol Hall and protect the children.

The gold bars he had handed over previously would be more than enough to secure firewood, clothing, and food, even amidst the current chaos. Not only that, there was enough to buy several usable houses. Cheon Mu-gyeong left Jangun behind, not even realizing himself why he was worrying about such things.

Wherever Cheon Mu-gyeong passed, the atmosphere surged as if exploding, and dust soared into the air like a curtain. To the eyes of an ordinary person, his movement was invisible.

From the moment he left the North Sea until he reached the lands of the barbarians, Cheon Mu-gyeong did not stop for a single instant.

The livestock grazed by the barbarians felt an instinctive terror at the fierce energy approaching from afar and scattered in all directions. The barbarians were bewildered by the animals’ abnormal behavior. Since it was midday, there was no reason for wolves to appear, yet the animals were desperate to flee from something; they feared this might be a harbinger of a disaster.

At that moment, a massive storm tore through the grasslands. The adults pulled their children deep into their arms to keep them from being swept away.

They wondered if a tornado was sweeping across the entire plain. Yet, contrary to that thought, the surrounding winds that had buffeted them soon grew still.

The barbarians tried to identify whatever was cutting across the vast horizon, but it soon vanished from sight. Though they were known as having the eyes of hawks due to their exceptional vision, they could confirm nothing.

Even when the midday sun vanished and the moonlight dimmed, bringing a darkness that obscured all visibility, Mu-gyeong stolen contenton Read BL Novels">Read on Read BL Novelsdid not stop. Though his body did not shed a single drop of sweat even while drawing upon immense internal power to execute his lightfoot technique, cold sweat seeped into his palms.

Was he anxious?

He was. There was no guarantee that Wi Ho-yeon, left alone on Flame Mountain, would be safe.

Many parts of the hundred thousand great mountains were exposed to demonic energy, resulting in numerous beasts becoming demonic beasts, and among them, there were certainly individuals that Wi Ho-yeon could not handle. He wouldn’t starve to death in just a few days, but if he set out to find a way and ended up drifting even further away from him…

“Unless he’s lost his mind.”

Cheon Mu-gyeong spat out the words in a harsh voice. He could not understand what Wi Ho-yeon was thinking when he crossed the barrier. With his meager imagination, there were only a few possibilities for Ho-yeon’s thoughts.

‘Wow, this is so cool! There’s a volcano over there.’

‘Since Cheon Mu-gyeong isn’t here, maybe I should take this chance to actually run away.’

Since his imagination had been dormant for so long, it was absurd that he was deriving such thoughts about Wi Ho-yeon. Then again, had the variable that was Wi Ho-yeon ever been an understandable being?

The moment he got him back in his hands, should he place a mystical seal on him so he couldn’t do anything else? If he used the Demonic Beast Seed, which plants a poisonous insect in the heart, it wouldn’t be impossible. If he planted the Demonic Beast Seed, the insect would grant Ho-yeon the agony of having his heart gnawed away whenever he moved a certain distance away from him.

Alternatively, he could order Dan Jong-ho, the Dream Demon Illusionary Sovereign—one of the ten demonic masters—to cast an illusion on him. But for some reason, he didn’t feel like doing that. If he did, Wi Ho-yeon would cease to be Wi Ho-yeon.

It took only a few days to travel from the barbarian camp to the edge of the hundred thousand great mountains. This was only possible because it was Cheon Mu-gyeong. Even though internal power equivalent to fifty cycles had been spent, it would still take a [visit [unauthorized copy]our site]long time before the energy in his dantian was completely depleted.

He was truly a being close to transcending humanity, yet he could not do things like creating barriers like a divine beast. Though it might be possible to find and tear through the traces of a barrier someone else had created…

Cheon Mu-gyeong paused for a moment at a sudden thought, then immediately sprinted toward Flame Mountain. He didn’t know where the confidence that he could find and tear the barrier came from, but he felt he could do it now. No, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had already done it.

A very long time ago, after slaying the fire dragon and consuming its inner core, he had regained consciousness inside a cave in the hundred thousand great mountains. That place was also the starting point where one returned after ending their life.

What was strange, however, was that the curse of the fire dragon had been quiet at that time. Since he had only just digested the inner core, the fire demon should have raged even more, yet it was as if he had obtained extreme yin energy from somewhere.

“It is said that the cave of the Eternal Snow Mountains and Flame Mountain of the hundred thousand great mountains are connected by a barrier.”

It was a story that could easily be dismissed as nonsense. But Cheon Mu-gyeong did not doubt the existence of the barrier. His conclusion simply extended to whether Ho-yeon had used it or not.

Cheon Mu-gyeong stopped the endless chain of thoughts. For now, finding Wi Ho-yeon was the top priority.

As he headed toward Flame Mountain, he burst the demonic beasts in his path until not a trace remained. As demonic energy leaked from the flesh and entrails that splattered onto the ground, the earth sizzled and melted.

Wherever he passed, a trail of black blood and barren land followed. He deployed the Ten Thousand Demon Imprisonment Domain across the entire area, intending to scour every inch of Flame Mountain. However, he could feel neither the energy of a small, unmeltable piece of ice floating in lava, nor the white, ice-like energy that could soothe his own raging fire demon.

There were no traces of a barrier on Flame Mountain, nor any sign that Wi Ho-yeon had stayed there.

“Wi Ho-yeon!”

At Cheon Mu-gyeong’s call, laden with powerful internal power, the entire mountain shook. It was just as he was leaving Flame Mountain to expand the range of the Ten Thousand Demon Imprisonment Domain. A familiar energy was caught by Cheon Mu-gyeong’s energy perception.

It was not a demonic beast, but a clever animal possessing demonic energy—the Cult Leader’s horse.

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“What on earth is going on?”

Chief Han, who had left Ho-yeon in Abok’s care and come outside, frowned deeply. It was because Do-gyeon, who was supposed to be guarding Ho-yeon outside rather than going out to assess the situation, was simply standing in the same spot as Il Gang-gun.

Just as Chief Han was about to urge him to assess the situation quickly, Do-gyeon lifted his eyepatch with a finger, revealing eyes that were faded white, as if frosted over.

“The Cult Leader is coming.”

“What?”

Was what Young Master Wi said actually true?

“He’s smashing the Divine Cult’s magic arrays… and he’s on his way.”

The successive booming sounds were also the result of Cheon Mu-gyeong rushing toward them while ignoring the magic arrays. Eventually, [visit our site]the massive demonic energy heading toward stolen contentthe Demonic Shadow Martial House made it impossible for those present to even breathe properly.

But how did the Cult Leader know Young Master Wi was here? He wondered if someone had sought an audience with the Cult Leader and informed him, but the man was currently smashing through the magic arrays. There was no one who could stand in the way of such a Cult Leader.

With a bizarre sound of the atmosphere tearing, the deepened demonic energy surged into the inner courtyard. Boom! The main gate of the Demonic Shadow Martial House exploded in all directions. A pillar of water soared from the pond in the center of the inner courtyard, pouring down like rain.

Everyone inside the Demonic Shadow Martial House knelt in awe of the demonic energy emitted by the Cult Leader. Soon, Cheon Mu-gyeong’s demonic energy was directed toward the quarters where Wi Ho-yeon was sleeping.

The dark red demonic energy flickered unevenly, as if it would swallow the entire pavilion. Unlike the demonic energy that was persistent enough to try and seep through the cracks of the door, no clear emotion was visible on Cheon Mu-gyeong’s face.

As Cheon Mu-gyeong walked forward with steady steps, the demonic energy that had spread through his body condensed instantly. While everyone held their breath, the sound of the door to the quarters opening—creak—was heard.

The moment he saw the fluttering white hair, a fierce glint flashed in Cheon Mu-gyeong’s red eyes. White steam continuously drifted from the lips of Ho-yeon, who walked out unsteadily.

“See… I told you, right? I said he’d come…”

Ho-yeon looked at Cheon Mu-gyeong and then smiled at those prostrate on the ground. It was absurd to see him grinning in such a dazed state.

His sleepwalking had flared up, and his condition was a mess at a single glance. Cheon Mu-gyeong closed the distance instantly and grabbed Ho-yeon by the hair, pulling him upward. This caused Ho-yeon’s head to snap back.

“Chief Han.”

“Yes, Cult Leader.”

Cheon Mu-gyeong’s red gaze remained nailed to Wi Ho-yeon.

“Bring the Demonic Beast Seed.”

Covering the white breath escaping from Ho-yeon’s lips, Cheon Mu-gyeong pressed his own lips firmly against them.