Chapter 415

Episode 415 The Jin

Dragon Punisher.

A warrior of the era who entered the world early at the age of 12 and brought the Eightfold Eclipse of the Cloud Dragon to a new level.

In his previous life, Jinmu was one of the people who admired his personality beyond the distinction between love and affair.

Having lived in the same generation, he was now old and standing in front of him, and he was looking at him with a new look and a new height.

Even though they were just standing face to face, everyone swallowed dry saliva with nervous eyes at the sight of the two exuding a strange dignity.

“Heh, that’s great.”

“...”

It’s not what I did.

I didn’t even try to mix it up.

Still, the way he stands is natural. No, even the word “natural” feels too artificial.

Should we say that the present Jinmu is just like nature?

It is like the rocks of the mountains that have been beaten by wind and rain and have passed through the years, and the trees that grow with their roots in the earth blown by the strong wind are like that.

Jinmu blended in with the surroundings as if it were originally there.

The breath he exhaled was like a spring breeze, and his gestures and feet were like tree branches swaying in the wind.

Punghwan, who has been practicing leadership for a long time, truly admired the image of Jinmu reflected in his eyes.

“It’s not a good thing, it’s not a devil, it’s not a fraud. Hmm, what did you get?”

“well? It’s hard to say what it is, but... I should say it’s freedom without distinction.”

“There is no distinction.”

Jinmu’s calm answer became a hot topic and hit Punghwan’s mind.

Just like Tao, Ma, and Sa, everyone dreams of reaching that extreme.

However, Punghwan was able to realize it only after seeing Jinmu.

“ah!”

extreme.

It wasn’t something that could be classified as something.

The initial undivided state.

There, good was born, magic was created, and death was born.

Samramansang started with one and only returns to one with death.

Uncontrollable joy was contained in the eyes of Punghwan, who stood in front of the door of great enlightenment just by standing face to face with Jinmu.

Manryu Gwijong (萬流歸宗).

Those who like to talk are words that everyone knows or does not know what they mean.

There are 10,000 streams of water that bend the world, but eventually they gather in the sea, so it is called water.

It flows in ditches, valleys, and streams.

It was originally one, but it was named differently depending on who called it, but in the end, its nature is no different from water.

Yes, it was originally one, but as people divided it this way and that, it artificially changed.

So, not everyone reached the extreme.

At that moment, a strange experience came to Punghwan.

I wondered if my head was clearing up, but a sudden realization came as if my brain had been opened.

The thoughts that had been stuck with prejudice were erased from his head as if they were crushed at once, and a new reason took root.

“iced coffee...!”

How can I tell you all about that joy?

A film of wet film filled up in Feng-Hwan’s eyes, and soon it dripped and wetted the ground.

If you hadn’t seen it, you wouldn’t have realized it.

It is only when you see that the road to which you have to go lies ahead, and then you take a step toward a new path.

dump.

An indescribable joy flowed across the face of Punghwan, who collapsed on his knees as if collapsing.

“Thank you. I only saw it at the end of my life.”

“....”

Poonghwan, who changed his tone to a respectful one before he knew it, stared intently at Jinmu.

As if it was the futility of walking on the wrong path for the past years, it seems to be gratitude for Jinmu, who was like a lantern that illuminated the place he needed to go.

Punghwan, who was looking at Jinmu with indefinable eyes, bowed cautiously.

“Four sasuk!”

Punghwan became a white dragon that agilely roamed among the white clouds on a sunny day, and Jinmu became a ink dragon that sprinkled thunderbolts in the dark clouds that poured out torrential rain on a summer day.

Their hand gestures, foot gestures, and movements far beyond human limits became the dance moves of dancers and bloomed profusely everywhere.

It is not a fight of biting and tearing, but a two-person dance that is constantly intertwined while exchanging elegant gestures exquisitely.

Those who watched the colorful and dynamic scenery created by the two dragons could not close their open mouths.

“The wind...”

Someone blurted out an exclamation.

everyone was feeling

Neither of them had the power to shake the foot of the mountain with strong energy in their hands, but the wind was flowing along with the movement they made.

The wind felt warm to some and cold to others.

At some point, tears flowed down the cheeks of Unhai, the long gate of Kunlun.

Why?

The windmill’s shape keeps getting blurry.

Clearly, he was displaying all the martial arts that Kunlun possessed in the face of Jinmu.

But for some reason, it seemed as if his form was slowly dissipating as time passed.

“Disciples of Kunlun, listen.”

“...?”

The calm voice of the sea of clouds spread farther than the mighty cry.

“This is the last instruction from Sasuk to us.”

“...”

“Put it clearly in your eyes and engrave it firmly in your heart. Always be thankful that you lived in the same era as him.”

Was it because the emotions in Unhae’s voice were so sad?

Kunlun’s disciples shed tears one by one, but kept their eyes on each other and focused not to miss each movement.

The two dances continued until the sun reached mid-heaven and they approached Seosan in the distance.

It wasn’t until the clouds turned red that the rain dance ended.

Jinmu stood there for the first time, but Punghwan was lying on the cold floor.

After staring at him for a while, Jinmu slowly bent down on his knees and neatly trimmed his limbs.

His body, unscathed, was as quiet as if he were going to sleep, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

“You look unnecessarily happy.”

Jinmu spat out words like a complaint and withdrew from Punghwan’s side.

It was because Kunlun’s disciples were silently bowing to Fenghuan.

Jin Ryong Punghwan got his last realization and ascended the ship.

Jinmu did his best to move Fenghuan’s body and watched the backs of the Kunlun disciples walking away.

Only when the red light disappeared and darkness came and hid everything, Jinmu looked up at the moon in the sky.

Another person with whom he shared memories of the past has disappeared.

My taste was so bitter that I felt like I needed a drink today.

“Cheong...”

Jinmu’s gaze, looking at the remaining Cheongsang, suddenly reached Gakchul.

The sentiment that had calmly subsided was shattered, and at the same time, the forgotten fact came to mind.

“Get out.”

“...yes?”

Gakchul, who was still making a solemn expression, turned his head and widened his eyes at Jinmu’s ferocious gaze.

The son-in-law is surprised.

Come here. Shouldn’t we do something even in the midst of sadness?

I think we have quite a lot to talk about from now on.

The night will be long. Shall we talk carefully? step out?

The night of Kunlun was as quiet as ever.

Although the screams continued throughout the night in one of the palaces where Jinmu stayed, no one paid any attention.

No, I tried to cut my interest.

It was because everyone knew that unnecessary attention was a shortcut to reaching the top even without realizing it.

It is a dream state that anyone who is on the top line can hope for.

But for now, one windbreaker was enough.

Because everyone is overflowing with lingering regrets.