The next day, Young Yoo-jung had fully recovered.
His gaze fell upon a dark black sword, a Rank 5 Gu he had acquired on one of his journeys. It was called the Sword of the Scream Lord. Its blade was so sharp it could cut through diamonds as easily as butter. He donned a white robe and loose white trousers, secured by a red belt which he had wrapped several times, though a significant portion remained. He then left his house, clutching the Sword of the Scream Lord, which fed on the souls of its wielder, increasing the wielder's strength and speed many times over.
Young Yoo-jung headed towards the exit, a wicked smile on his face. His murderous intent was evident in his blue eyes, which caused all the animals near or within the city to flee or become frenzied, much to the astonishment of the villagers.
Once he left his house, he glanced towards the village of Usagi-krisai, took a deep breath, and then focused his gaze on the Sword of the Scream Lord, which was It glowed with a cold, black glare.
"The moment has come. I swear to destroy you as locusts devour lush green crops, and to stain the village of Usagi-Krisai crimson with your blood. I will adorn the gates and entrances of the village with your corpses, so that the world may know the punishment for insulting the great demonic lord, Yong-Yo-Jung."
He brandished the Sword of the Scream Lord, and a sound like the air cutting through the air erupted—a sound like the screams of thousands of souls tormented in hell.
In two fractions of a second, the head of a man who had passed by was severed in two. One half remained attached to his body, the other severed, and blood began to gush forth, forming a fountain that soaked Yong-Yo-Jung's white robes crimson with blood.
The screams of people filled the air as they fled for their lives from the merciless clutches of Yong-Yo-Jung, who spared neither young nor old, neither man nor woman.
It was complete chaos; people were running everywhere. Fearing for their lives, the villagers of Usagi-Krisai were slaughtered by Yong-Yoo-Jung without any mercy. It was like a pack of wild donkeys fleeing a lion. The villagers' escape was chaotic and disorganized, resulting in numerous casualties.
Usagi-Krisai had two gates, one to the north and one to the south. Yong-Yoo-Jung blocked them to prevent anyone from escaping. This created a fortified area filled with monsters that leaped at them, preventing their survival.
Yong-Yoo-Jung slaughtered them like a hungry lion hunting mice.
After several hours, the sun reached its zenith, signaling midday.
Yong-Yoo-Jung fulfilled his promise to kill all the villagers. By midday, Usagi-Krisai was deserted except for Yong-Yoo-Jung, whose clothes were completely red with blood.
"The foolish nature of humans always leads them to ruin or destruction." Their deaths were due to their tongues. If only they had held their tongues, they could have escaped their inevitable fate. Hahaha!
Yung-Yoo Jung's laughter was cold, devoid of any joy or satisfaction. He had reached Level 8 early last night, yet he felt no happiness. The bitterness of his humiliating defeat against Daniel de Molière overshadowed the sweetness of his success. He then turned his gaze to the bodies of the villagers of Usagi-Krisai, brutally mutilated. Some were torn to pieces, others their bodies crushed in a stampede. Most were either elderly, children, or pregnant women, some in their final months.
A major reason for the deaths of the villagers of Usagi-Krisai was their tongues. Had they remained silent, they wouldn't have insulted Yung-Yoo Jung. But, as the saying goes, "A man's tongue is his horse; protect it, and if you don't, it will protect you."
A man's tongue was the cause of his success or his downfall. There were many people who had entered Json, judged, or become involved in matters that were none of their business. Or they died, all because of their tongues. In this life, speak good or remain silent.
The tongue was a solitary muscle without bone, a sword without a blade, and a lifeline from a sea of worries without a raft. This was the mentality of humans who don't guard their tongues, and so they perish, falling into worries and problems, whether familial or social.
The village of Usagi-Krisai was the greatest example of the evils of inappropriate speech.
Young Yoo-jung left the village of Usagi-Krisai, heading without a specific destination.
Blood was still dripping from his clothes, even though he had walked for several hours.
During those seven hours, sunset had fallen. He had been attacked by several packs of monsters, but he killed them and consumed their life force, strengthening himself. While wandering, he noticed a strange cave that seemed somewhat suspicious, so he decided to head towards it.
"What is this? I sense a familiar energy. It seems to be the energy of an inheritance."
An inheritance was a collection of treasures. The masters of Gu, or polishers in general, leave behind these items. Sometimes, the heir isn't a polisher but a mana user, since they work as alchemists, crafting magical tools which they then place as an inheritance.
He moved his hand, unleashing a gust of wind powerful enough to sweep away all the rocks and trees by their roots, sending a wave of dust and debris into the air.
After several minutes, the dust that had filled the area had settled.
A faint smile appeared on his face as he gazed towards the palace hidden within a mountain.
"My hunch was right after all."
As soon as he reached the palace gate, he noticed a tablet inscribed with a phrase in a deep purple, almost black, color:
[The weak are considered weak because of their cowardice, and the strong because of their courage. But every sacrifice is greater, and the greater the gain, the more beautiful. This treasure will only be attained by the worthy.]
A stone tablet began to slowly melt away, disappearing completely.
Then, a faint sound, like a lock unlocking, rang out, and the stone gate opened, releasing A loud scraping sound echoed across the ground.
Young Yoo-jung's smile widened as he peered into the palace.
"The owner of this legacy seems to have been incredibly powerful, judging by my 654 years of experience."
Young Yoo-jung had 494 years of experience traversing the realms of the Five Dragons, the Upper and Lower Demons, and humans. He had witnessed various legacies and learned how to detect and conquer them. His studies spanned over 200 years, giving him extensive knowledge in almost every field.
He wandered through the palace for several hours, sensing the great demonic energy emanating from one of the rooms. He then headed towards it.
The demonic energy increased with each step he took towards the room, which had a massive crimson door bearing a six-pointed star. He entered. It was a room...The demonic energy was so potent that Young Yoo-jung's face paled completely. He turned his gaze to find a human corpse on a giant bed. It was the body of a beautiful woman, deceased, yet her body hadn't changed at all. He approached her, his face etched with shock.
How could a woman who died centuries ago maintain her youth? How could she possess so much demonic energy?
This was what was going through Young Yoo-jung's mind at that moment.
He ran his hand over her body and sensed the presence of two Gus: one of Rank 8 and the other of Rank 9.
"The Rank 8 Demonic Heart Gu and the Rank 9 Blood Demon Gu." "The Demonic Heart Gu could manipulate the genes of its polisher to become a demon, but this power couldn't be inherited. The Blood Demon Gu, on the other hand, could make its polisher transcend the concept of time, but that didn't mean it would never die. Instead, it would become immune to aging and preserve its polisher's body even after death. Its feeding method wasn't difficult; it consumed its own time." As for food, any time effect it consumes after its effects are neutralized. The second one feeds on souls, and I possess the Screams Gu, which is a good reservoir for souls and has stored approximately 10 million souls. It was a red snake with a white spot on its head forming a ∞ mark. The Demon Heart Gu closely resembled a human heart; it was practically an exact replica. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he extracted both the Demon Heart Gu and the Blood Demon Gu from a woman's corpse. The only drawback of the Demon Heart Gu was that once used, it could not be removed; it was a single-use, consumable type.
The Demon Heart Gu could be used after being fed with souls. The condition of the Demon Heart Gu was rather poor; it looked wrinkled and slightly withered from feeding on the souls of the few creatures that died within the mountain. The Blood Demon Gu, on the other hand, was drinking the blood on Young Yoo-jung's robes and trousers, as the blood on Young Yoo-jung's clothes was still liquid. He slew monsters from 2 PM to 7 PM to restore it to its original white form, but it was still covered in dust and dirt.
He turned his gaze to the Demonic Heart Gu, which was devouring the souls that the Screams Gu had stored within it. This was considered theft, as the Screams Gu also consumed souls. However, the power of a Rank 8 Gu was three ranks higher, leaving him with no option but to let it do as it pleased. Millions of souls remained; only 7 million were left. Over 20 million had vanished in seconds. Yet, refining it was easy. The first condition was that the refiner had to follow the Demonic Path, and the second was that they had caused catastrophes, which it had done.
"Good. There's one more thing, and it's the most difficult thing—a bet I'd wager with my life itself."
He picked up the Demonic Heart Gu in his right hand. The final condition for refining the Demonic Heart Gu was that the refiner sacrifice their own heart. It was as if they had sold His soul belonged to a demon, but in a different situation. Young Yoo-jung was going to sell his heart to a demon. However, the demonic heart was a consumable type, so it would become his heart, meaning it wouldn't need nourishment. Young Yoo-jung's survival was enough to keep the demonic heart in optimal condition without any need for food.
Young Yoo-jung directed the demonic heart towards his own heart, so it entered his chest as if it were a transparent wall. He felt a slight tickle as the demonic heart entered his body.
This turned into unbearable pain. The demonic heart devoured his heart mercilessly, tearing apart all the vital heart veins through which the heartbeats of the rest of his body were measured, such as his wrists and neck.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Young Yoo-jung's screams were so loud that they echoed throughout his entire being. His veins were so prominent they seemed about to burst.
His entire body was burning with unbearable pain.
He decided to use both the Luck Gu and the Gu Divine purity to absorb the life force from a woman's corpse.
Blood gushed from his entire body, and after several hours of hellish pain, he collapsed unconscious.
132 years had passed since the incident, reaching the age of 786.
During this time, his appearance had changed, making him look like he was in his fifties. He had evolved into a late-level 8 Gu Master, and his fame had grown so much that it encompassed all 5 realms, even the Realm of the Gods. He had terrorized the world for 526 years openly and 75 years secretly while still among his tribe, from which he was banished after they learned of his deeds. They disowned him, and he became the shame of Mount Yungai.
In late February, on one of the mountains called the End of the World, where the landmass ended and hundreds of kilometers of water followed, the End of the World Mountains were covered in a beautiful white blanket that stretched to a horizon of pure white.
Fragments of falling ice sculpted the End of the World Mountains. A breathtaking view
There was a man who appeared to be in his sixties, with graying hair and barely noticeable wrinkles. Yet, he possessed formidable physical strength. This was Yong Yu-jung, aged 1206. He wore traditional Chinese clothing in a deep, charcoal-black hue and carried a black umbrella in a traditional Chinese style as he strolled across a mountain known as Resurrection Mountain.
It was named so because it was once an active volcano, capable of shaking the entire world during its eruptions, but it is now dormant after several eruptions over thousands of years. Yong Yu-jung had joined the Scorpion Order 354 years prior and had reached the Early Grade 9 Gu Master level. However, he still hadn't refined the Blood Demon Gu because one final condition remained unfulfilled: killing and torturing a loved one, or even witnessing their suffering. It was incredibly difficult to make someone so dear to him that he couldn't kill them for a year or even decades.
"Life is strange. Hate is easy, love is easy, but giving someone your heart and soul is incredibly difficult." Precious jewels are not given to just anyone.
"After acquiring a demonic heart, I lost the ability to love. My daughter abandoned me, and my sons and their wives were killed. Only my grandson, Young Soo-lu, remained by my side, yet he never became dear to my heart."
Young Yoo-jung sighed deeply, releasing a cloud of steam from his mouth.
As he wandered through Resurrection Mountain, he noticed the figure of a person standing before him, indistinct. After walking for five minutes, it became clear. There was a...His long white hair, reaching down his back, was tied back in a ponytail, which caused it to ripple smoothly in the breeze.
He wore a white tunic with light blue stripes that covered his entire body. His hands, holding two black double-bladed swords, were completely hidden. He was 1.85 meters tall. His face was covered by a white mask bearing three phrases, each in a different color: "Torture, be tortured," "Show mercy, be shown mercy," "Kill, kill."
The wind stirred his loose white tunic, giving him a majestic appearance. He still looked young, even though he had appeared when Young Yoo-jung was in the prime of his youth.
Young Yoo-jung's expression was confused, but an inexplicable fear and terror had suddenly taken hold of his heart.
"Who the hell is this person?"
In the blink of an eye, the young man was a hundred paces away from Young, then fifty, then... 25 Steps. For the first time in a long time, Young Yoo-jung felt fear.
As soon as he realized his situation, he found someone about to strike him, and he barely managed to dodge. However, that person wasn't satisfied. He delivered a powerful kick to Young Yoo-jung's cheek, sending him flying several kilometers at the speed of light. He landed in a forest, smashing every tree he collided with.
Young Yoo-jung got up, suffering from several injuries, some serious, which began to heal relatively quickly.
"Who in the world is this creator of hell? How does he have so much power?"
"I have to flee right now. My chances of survival are zero."
After living for over a thousand years, Young Yoo-jung had the ability to analyze a situation to determine if it was favorable or not. The current situation was definitely unfavorable.
But before he could take any risks, he felt a warm sensation in his chest. A deep gash appeared, running from his chest to his pelvis.
Warm blood began to flow from A wound to his mouth caused drops of blood to fall onto the white snow, staining it red.
Young Yoo-jung's face was incredulous at what was happening before him.
"Who are you?"
He said this as he looked towards a young man approaching him. Young Yoo-jung had fallen to his knees, unable to continue. Fear and dread were like chains binding him. Although he could fight with more severe injuries, fear weighed him down. He felt as if death were embracing him.
"I am called the Heaven-Breaker Venerable."
"When the Demon Gu has refined the blood, I will kill you immediately. Remember my words well, or perhaps you won't remember anything. It's up to you, Great Demon Venerable Young Yoo-jung."
The person launched a powerful attack that sent Young Yoo-jung flying, crashing into a rock and turning it to dust. He then lost consciousness.
Several days later, Young Yoo-jung awoke to find himself in a hotel. His grandson, Young Soo-lu, stood before him, looking worried. Honestly, he said,
"Are you alright, Grandad? You've been unconscious for 11 days."
"Do you know why you lost consciousness?"
Young Yoo-jung leaned back on a pillow, trying to remember anything, but the last thing he recalled was wandering through Mount Resurrection only to find himself here.
"No, I don't know. Maybe it's because of exhaustion. Even though I'm a Level 9 Immortal Supremo Go, I don't possess infinite power, so I'm bound to get tired."
394 years later, Young Yoo-jung died at the hands of Yuta Casseral at the age of 1600, after refining the Blood Demon Go in just a few minutes.
The End