360 – EP.12.5 Each World: Namgung Soyou

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New Murim. A group that inherited the legacy of Murim that was destroyed by Cheonma in the past, and a name used to distinguish themselves from the old Murim.

They acknowledged the dark side of the old martial arts world. They acknowledged the mistakes of the old martial arts world that committed injustice in order to maintain power.

‘Admit your mistakes, but continue the good legacy.’

This is how their journey began.

At first, their movements were cautious. They trained in martial arts in secret under the pretext of protecting themselves, but soon they realized that there was no one to restrain them and came out into the open.

The monster that destroyed the old martial arts world, the leader of the Black Heavenly Church, the greatest in the world. Owned by Cheonma Namgung Soyu.

When her absence became known, many families and sects who dreamed of the revival of the martial arts world gathered in the new martial arts world, and the size of the new martial arts world grew in an instant.

Just as the river swells during the rainy season, it took less than five years for them to become as powerful as the old martial arts world.

Contrary to the words they eagerly spoke, the mistakes of the old martial arts world were revealed.

The Murim Alliance was re-established, families and clans began to divide up their territories, and began to persecute people in order to revive their power.

When the differences between the new and old martial arts worlds began to disappear, the leader of the new martial arts alliance called everyone together.

“I advise you that in order for a new martial arts world to stand, it is right to liquidate the old.”

The old thing he was talking about was Heukcheon Church.

Although the Heukcheon Church is currently inactive, it is a group that shared the same era as the old martial arts world.

He said that he could not coexist with the new martial arts world that had gathered to liquidate the old.

With the leader’s words, masters from all over gathered in groups of three or five.

The hatred towards the Black Heavenly Church was hidden under the pretext of liquidating the old. This was because the anger of their ancestors was passed down to the descendants of the Anhui Blood Calamity without being diluted.

Each holding their own weapon, they headed towards Hanam.

Over five hundred top-class masters surrounded a mountain in Hanam.

“Listen, you evil spirits!”

As the large man shouted, the sound moved along the mountain path as quickly as a wildcat.

As leaves fell, startled birds flew across the sky.

The young horse sitting on the collapsed Heukcheon Bridge at the top of the mountain just stroked its chin with a complicated expression.

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The thumping sound of drums, the voices of people mocking Heukcheon Church, and the eerie sound of weapons clashing could be heard without any filter.

A group of shabby people were lined up in front of a short-haired woman wearing a dark black outfit.

The woman’s face had not changed from its youthful appearance, but she was now in her forties.

The woman who had been by the head of the Black Heavenly Church until the very end, the best confidant in the world, Yeong-ma, looked at the people with a complicated expression.

The reason why new martial arts worlds could not appear was largely because the great power of the Heavenly Demon prevented them from making any moves.

It was impossible for Youngma alone to stop the new forces that were growing in strength throughout the vast Central Plains.

When the new Murim appeared, Yeongma gathered the people of the old Heukcheon Church.

Although 90% of the force was lost due to the attack by Anhui Blood and Namgung Soyeon, the remaining forces responded to Yeongma’s call.

Even though such a small detachment shook the new martial arts world, it was like blocking a huge tidal wave with a small wall.

Eventually, they were pushed and pushed, and fled to this place, where they were eventually surrounded and met their end.

“So this is how it ended up.”

Youngma hid his bitter feelings.

He could accept his own death. Just as he had taken people’s lives, he thought it was natural that someone else would take his life as well.

However, the reality that he could not keep the will of the cult leader he served made Yeong-ma sad.

[No martial arts force will be able to exist in this central plain.]

The dream of the Heavenly Horse. The end of the martial arts world.

The dream that I thought would come true through the Anhui bloodshed turned out to be a non-existent thing.

‘I could not keep the leader’s will because of my shortcomings.’

Youngma looked at the believers who stayed until the end.

I can hear the sound of drums banging. I can hear the sound of the soldiers’ weapons clashing. I can hear people’s voices.

“You don’t have to stay in that place. There is a path leading down the mountain behind the church, so just take that path.”

The devil commanded his followers.

Just one corpse is enough. There is no need to increase the number.

“We will join you, Your Excellency.”

“There is no honor to be gained by risking your life here. There is even less justice and chivalry. Have you forgotten? We are a group that calls ourselves evil. Do you think they will leave our corpses alone? They will cut off our heads, impale us on spears, and leave us standing at the entrance to the mountain. Is that the end you wish for?”

Coldly, frighteningly. The spirit wanted the fear-stricken believers to abandon him and go down the mountain.

But, as befitting followers of the evil Black Heavenly Church, they did not back down.

“It’s okay. They’ll chase us anyway.”

“I would rather die here than run away cowardly.”

“They are the enemies of the Young Master. We will take revenge.”

Each person shouts out what they want to say.

Knock knock, bang, bang, eww-

A sound coming from under the mountain.

“Is that so… Is that really so….”

Yeong-ma sat up, suppressing the emotions that were welling up inside her.

Slowly exit Heukcheon Bridge.

One by one, the followers begin to follow behind him.

She was the leader of the group.

The figure of the one who always led from the front is no longer visible.

“I wanted to see your face at least before I die.”

I waited for over 20 years, but I died without ever meeting her.

She was truly pitiful.

Open the door and start going down the mountain.

Since I was prepared to die, I wanted to take at least one more person as my companion before I die.

Following the horse, the Black Heavenly believers also quickly descended the mountain.

Knock knock, bang, bang, eww-

As we descended the mountain, the sound grew louder and the thick smell of blood rose.

for a moment-

“The smell of blood?”

As the spirit horse and followers arrived at the entrance of the mountain, they saw the army of the new martial arts world.

This one with his mouth open and bleeding,

This person has half of his face missing,

A person crying miserably with both eyes gouged out,

A person walking absentmindedly with one arm raised,

This is so messy that its shape is unrecognizable.

A huge mountain of corpses erected at the entrance to the mountain.

“What is this….”

Before my eyes was a mountain of burning corpses engulfed in enormous flames.

And there was someone standing alone before that mountain of corpses.

The back of the horse looked familiar.

“How much time has passed?”

Without turning his back, the master of the tragedy asked.

At the sound of that familiar voice, the emotions I had been suppressing suddenly came rushing back to my eyes.

“Huh?” “No way…!” “Huh?”

The Black Heavenly Cultists standing behind the horse also begin to make a fuss.

“sighe….”

A cracked voice came out of Youngma’s mouth.

The one who turned his back turned his body.

Long hair tied back, earrings, white robe, black martial arts uniform.

And bloodshot eyes.

“You’re getting old, Youngma.”

It looks exactly the same as the day it disappeared.

The horse bowed its head and knelt on the ground, showing respect.

“I meet the Heavenly Demon Lord.”