The crackling of thunder in my ears and the stench of blood thick in my nose , the slight burns still smoldering along my skin and this pulsing flood of energy rushing through me like a bloody river—this is it, this is everything, the only thing that makes me feel alive,war such short word for such disgusting thing,yet this war is my life, and though I am still alive inside this husk that walks and bleeds and remembers, it does not matter how long I have to live on or how many lives I take or how many sins I commit, none of it will matter as long as I end this today, so long as this ends today, so long as the war that tears at the sky and the soil, the war of heaven and hell, of righteous Murim and the demonic sect, ends with my hand, if all I am is a vessel to bring that end, if all I am is the blade of abyss that severs this cursed world, then so be it, let all the heavens witness, let the hells go silent, for I, Maken, will end the Murim today.
Standing in front of me are the "Righteous Heroes of Murim"—what a load of bullshit. In reality, they're just a bunch of old farts willing to force children into wars. Maybe, at one point, they were children themselves, fighting wars for some other old farts.
The Evil Sect and the Murim are just two sides of the same rotten coin
ego-driven maniacs desperate to make their ideology win, no matter the cost.
They've built a world where common people have no choice but to pick a side or die.
I will end this today.
Just like a healthy forest must grow from the ashes of a diseased one,
I will burn this world down and raise it again
better, cleaner.
I will be the devil who creates heaven.
I have lost the Morningstar I brought with me. But it's okay. I don't need a weapon to kill these living trash.
With my fists alone, I will end them.
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Despite being surrounded by enemies, Maken did not cower. Despite the weight of all the heavens pressed upon him, he would not bow.
With a roar, he leaped toward Wudong Sword Supreme and punched him square in the solar plexus.
"May the will of Fujin Protect me his humble herald ... heavely dome"
in efforts save his life Wudong Sword supreme using Heavenly pressure formed dome shaped sheild around him self.Maken's Fist collided with this heavely dome.
For a moment, the oppressive force doubled, and Maken staggered back, ribs splintering under the invisible load.
Then, eyes blazing Maken grind and said
"SEND MY REGARDS TO THE GOD YOU HOLD SO HIGH."
he twisted his chi inward, creating a countervoid that imploded the very air that protect wudong sword supreme. The pressure which was protecting wudong sword supreme reversed, squeezing Wudong Sword Supreme until his bones crushed inward and the life poured out of him like wind through shattered glass.
Maken pivoted on one bloodied foot as the Shaolin Vajra King lunged. The King's body was said to be as hard as forged iron, every muscle a living forge. His fist struck Maken's face , sending a shockwave that rattled his bones, but Maken endured.
Vajra King's internal martial arts forced most of the chi to his skin making it imprenatable fortress
like a lion Vajra King roared
Like a moving temple of Lord Jagannath, he was an unstoppable force and impenetrable shield at once.
but he was not immortal , there was opening
his mouth
The Vajra King had a habit of making big, sweeping swings leaving brief gaps between each. In one of those openings,
Maken slipped behind him, quick as a breath. He leapt up, mounted the giant's shoulders, and as the Vajra King roared in frustration
"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Maken slid both hands into his open mouth.
Chi surged through his arms as he gripped the upper jaw and lower mandible. The Vajra King thrashed, but Maken held firm, pouring raw power into his grip. Bone creaked. Flesh tore.
With a slow, grinding snap, Maken cracked open the Vajra King's skull, peeling the jaw apart until the scream stopped in a wet, choking rattle.
Before Maken could sheath his chi, Tang Poison Supreme slithered from the shadows, veins dark with venom. He spat fetid toxins into the air, each droplet a death sentence to any who inhaled. Maken lunged through the green mist, his senses ablaze. With a deft palm strike, he shattered the poison king's wrist, dismantling the hand that brewed the plague. Then, weaving a spiral of pure chi around his blade fists, he drove both through Tang Poison Supreme's chest, purging the venom in a flash of inner fire. The poison king's body convulsed, then went limp, the toxins dissolving harmlessly in Maken's burning aura.
now after killing 3 more emporers due to sole cultivation maken grive stronger and stronger
Bloodied but unbroken, Maken stood alone amid the ruin of his enemies. The broken bodies of the Wudong Sword Supreme, the shattered remains of the Shaolin Vajra King, and the lifeless form of Tang Poison Supreme lay at his feet.Yet the war was not over
he was just started.
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It seemed that no matter who dared stand before him, the outcome remained the same
destruction, inevitable and absolute.
The Invincible Sword Abyss, slick with blood and burning chi, had not dulled in the slightest, even after cleaving through legends for the better part of a day. Maken stood alone amid the ruin of a hundred names, breath steady, gaze sharp.
Then, something shifted.
The Demon Lord paused
not from fatigue, but instinct. A ripple in the very air itself. The battlefield grew strangely silent as a strange phenomenon stirred within him
his enemies… they were weakening.
All at once, their energy began to drain
not fading, but flowing, pulled by an unseen force. It streamed like a great river, all of it moving in one direction.
North.
The Demon Lord turned his eyes toward the horizon, and for the first time, he felt it something that could rival him.
Something born not of darkness, but of divine fury. A presence vast, radiant, and terrifying.
His equal.
Maken, bloodied and still as stone, raised his head to the sky. A whisper of wind grazed his cheek.
Then he saw it first just a flicker, then a rising storm.
A storm of petals.
Plum blossom petals.
Racing down from the heavens like divine judgment itself.
And at its center, clad in flowing robes that shimmered with celestial chi, blade drawn, eyes glowing with purpose
THE PLUM BLOSSOM SWORD EMPRESS.
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The wind screamed.
Petals flooded the sky in a spiral of beauty and death, their edges sharp with chi, dancing like blades between heaven and earth.
Maken stood alone among the ruin of fallen titans, his breath slow, his fists bloodied, his heart silent.
Then she descended.
The Plum Blossom Sword Empress
"war between heavens and hell ends today !!! "
robed in flowing silks that shimmered with divine energy, eyes burning with cold fire. Her presence did not shake the ground it silenced it. Even the wind bowed before her.
"And I couldn't agree more"
Maken stepped forward. He reached down and tore the massive sword of the fallen Wudong Sword Supreme from the cracked earth, its weight nothing to him now. The heavens themselves seemed to reel as he rested it on his shoulder, its blade still humming with the remnants of atmospheric chi.
The Empress drew her sword
a single curved blade that looked light as air, yet shimmered with pressure strong enough to bend the clouds. The petals in the air froze mid-spin, suspended in divine tension.
Then they moved.
The clash was not announced. It erupted.
Maken exploded forward like a cannon, the stolen sword swinging in a colossal arc. The Empress matched him in an instant, her blade slicing a crescent of light that met his blow head-on.
Heaven and earth split
Winds howled outward in a great ring, tearing trees from the mountainside. Earth cracked and thunder boomed without lightning. Chi surged out in spirals of gold and crimson, flattening the land in all directions.
Neither yielded.
Maken growled as his muscles strained, the Wudong blade crashing down again and again like a divine hammer. Each strike he threw could level a fortress, but the Empress danced between them, her steps blooming with petals that bled with deadly grace.
"This is the best you can do , demon?!"
She retaliated with piercing thrusts and precise slashes, every movement elegant, every cut laced with killing intent.
The mountain shook beneath their feet.
"Ask the carcass of your allies what the best Maken can do."
A slash met a cleave
steel rang against steel and their weapons locked mid-air. For a moment, time itself seemed to pause.
Maken's feet dug into the ground, the stone cracking beneath his stance. The Empress's robes fluttered in the shockwaves, her eyes locked onto his with unblinking calm. Power radiated from them like twin suns colliding, their auras colliding in a blinding storm of energy.
Then silence.
The clash ended in a perfect standstill, blades crossed, neither warrior giving an inch.
Blood dripped from Maken's forearm. A single cut. Behind the Empress, a strand of her long, pink hair floated to the ground, severed by raw shock.
They both breathed
once.
Then stepped back at the same time.
The air around them fractured with chi that hadn't even been released yet.
And as they stared across the battlefield, the petals resumed falling.
Neither had won.
And both now understood.
This was no longer a battle between good and evil. This was a collision between forces meant to remake the world.
"Why do you want to destroy the Murim?" the Empress asked,
her voice calm, but the weight behind her words unmistakable.
Maken's eyes burned."Have you ever stepped outside your precious sects, Empress?" he said coldly.
"Have you seen the commoners? People dying like insects .caught in the crossfire of our wars, crushed by famines we caused, or killed simply for offending the pride of some so called martial master. That blood is on our hands. We martial artists .... we're walking disasters. By ending the Murim Alliance, I can finally free the world from the cycle of suffering we created."
The Empress didn't flinch. "Even if you destroy the Murim Alliance, you'll just become what you claim to hate. Another ruler. Another tyrant. A god emperor who dictates life and death at a whim."
Maken's voice dropped. "That won't happen. Before I came here, I destroyed the entire Evil Sect with my own hands."
A stunned silence followed.
And suddenly, it all made sense
the endless chi radiating from Maken. Soul cultivation.He carried the power of every soul
he had slain an entire sect's worth.
The Empress inhaled slowly.
"Even if both the Murim Alliance and the Evil Sect perish, the world will still have its evils. But if we're gone who will protect it? I agree that the system is broken. But erasing it won't stop the suffering. Reforming it… fixing it, so the innocent don't die that is the path we should take."
Maken shook his head, gaze unwavering. "Looks like we'll never see eye to eye. we both lived in very different worlds. you an empress of mount hua will never understand me. a man forced to be nothing but a weapon"
He raised his sword, its edge trembling with violent power.
"Let's end this with one final strike. You and me. Everything we are, everything we stand for
put into a single blow.
The one still standing decides the fate of the Murim."
The petals froze midair.
All the petals engulfed into the sword held by the Sword Empress.
On the other hand, Maken's sword was slowly turning into nothing but pitch-black shadow.
Both stared at each other, and suddenly, within a second, both were standing opposite to where they had been.
They clashed so fast it felt like they teleported.
A grin emerged on Maken's face.
And the Plum Blossom Sword Empress looked sorrowful as she sheathed her sword.
"May the world be kinder to you in the next life, Maken."
maken's dead body felt to the ground
his head detached from rest
On the 7th year of the Azure Dragon, under the reign of Emperor Xuan of the Xin Empire, on the 14th day of the Month of Falling Leaves
MAKEN THE DEMON LORD DIED
Due to the death of the entire Evil Sect and the heavy losses suffered by the Murim Alliance,
this day is marked as the end of the Murim.
In another world, this very day is remembered as the birth of its greatest hero.