Chapter 1 Opening Your Eyes

It was a person.
I wanted to be a sword.
In the end, I got my wish and it became a sword.
You’ve lost all memory of being human.
* * *
I am the Divine Sword.
The best and strongest sword in the history of the Martial Arts, possessing a psychic self and performing incredible feats.
Since I first awakened to my true self over a thousand years ago, I have been possessed by most of the most powerful people of each era, including Heavenly Demons, Sword Emperors, Evil Emperors, Wushu, and Blood Gods.
It’s been a long time coming, and it’s been a long reign.
I’ve heard the praises of the mighty, the first sword of the world, the first sword of heaven, the first sword of gold…… over and over again.
One.
Kahaang- @……!
Why.
Bang, bang, bang……!
Is my torso cracking right now?
Kakang- @kakang-……!
No sword, great or minor, has ever broken me.
Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee – Kwachahaaang!

Hoo-doo-doo, hoo-doo-doo, hoo-doo……
Destroyed.
I, the Lord of the Worlds, stand before the sword wielded by a nameless wretch.
Shredded, disastrously.
Ding! Pop-!
The sound of the owner’s head…… being chopped off…… my consciousness is also…… rapidly…… fading away.
“A sword that has never been seen before in history.”
A voice that sounds like a hallucination.
Everywhere…… is dark.
Okay, so this is…… death.
Jumbled.
As the sound of footsteps receded into the distance, Shin’s mental self quietly dissipated, as if plunging into a deep, deep darkness.
* * *
News spread quickly throughout the forest.
It was about the untimely death of the head of the Bai Xiaochun Sword Sect, the Bai Xiaochun Sword Lord of the Bai Xiaochun Sword Gate.
In life, he was one of the most famous swordsmen in Hunan Province, and many wondered about the beast’s identity.
But.
The dead said nothing, and rumors of this and that were circulated in vain.
The White House checkpoint dancers couldn’t hide their grief.
With his death, hope for the future is lost, as he struggles to revive the once prestigious and fallen school.
At a funeral in a grim atmosphere.
To make matters worse, when he was still alive, his first disciple, his favorite, collapsed and became a vegetable.
He never regained consciousness afterward, and the air in the room grew heavier and heavier.
Six months passed.
* * *
‘um…….’
My body is aching.
Cover yourself from head to toe as if you were a piece of paper drenched in water.
Xin Sword was surprised to see Chapter.
‘No……!
You’ve found consciousness.
She had been broken and destroyed at the hands of a stranger…….
In addition.
I felt like I was lying still on a fluffy bed with my eyes closed, like a helpless sick person.
shhhh
A warm feeling that comes with a faint sound.
This is the wrist side.
Someone’s got their finger on the pulse.
“Do you have a pulse?
I was puzzled.
It doesn’t even have a wrist like a human, so why does it perceive these sensations?
The new sword was soon dented.
It wasn’t just my wrist, but my head, chest, stomach, legs…… because that series of unfamiliar sensations were all awakened and imprinted with clarity.
Even inhalation and exhalation.
Yes.
Nine times out of ten, it was in human flesh.
In other words, his mental self was now inhabiting someone else’s body.
In the moment.
“Big Brother.”
The pacer said.
“Big brother?
Shingum questioned, and then a pain like a bone snapping occurred.
“Ugh……!
Too many thoughts invaded my head at once.
It’s a mystery.
You’re being force-fed memories that aren’t yours.
“Chul…… Ryuhun?
That’s right, it’s an ironclad memory.
A young man of twenty, the owner’s first apprentice, bowed helplessly at the hands of a wizard.
I was convinced.
The flesh of an iron streamer is evident.
All the thoughts running through my head right now are reaffirming the fact of civility.
It was ridiculous.
After meeting his end with his owner, he awakens in the body of the late Jizo Chulyuhon.
“Your pulse is normal. I don’t know if you can hear me.”
That voice…… Okay.
A young man about your age who is a priest of the Iron Stream.
Then.
My throbbing headache is gone.
It was like I was finally getting somewhere.
“Whoa.
But…… the very last memory of the Iron Curtain was bittersweet.
Not long after the owner left this world, he collapsed in a daze and became an unrecognizable vegetable.
The clock is black all over.
Shingum first tried to open his eyes, but it wasn’t as easy as he thought.
Probably from being a vegetable and lying in bed for so long.
I don’t know how many days I spent in this state, but my body was noticeably lacking in energy.
Suddenly.
Xin Sword sensed a significant accumulation of Inner Qi in the blood of the lower battlefield.
‘This is…….’
It’s a series of incomprehensible things.
Chuliu Hsin was obviously unable to breathe Yun Qi, so why does he have such a large accumulation of Yun Qi…….
Without ritual, accumulation is impossible.
It made sense.
First, realize that if your mind isn’t awake, it doesn’t matter how healthy your body is.
“Could it be the effects of reincarnation? Let’s try to improve my condition by practicing domestic qigong.
Xin Sword immediately entered the Yun Qi Hang Gong.
As the priests of the Great White Gate, the priesthood of the Supreme Owner, the Inner Tribunal of the Great White Gate.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa……
I picked a hiding spot and started to crawl, and the stagnant bottom line started to stir.
This means that the essence qi is being born and stimulated.
Then, the Eight Veins of Qigong and the Twelve Pure Land Sutras, which had been naturally blocked due to his long illness, were also opened.
That’s when Eunuch’s words came back to me.
“Big brother, I’ve prepared a special medicine for you today.”
He reached into the sac and soon pulled out a small pill.
“As usual, take this poison pill, lie down as if you were dead, and fall into a deep sleep. When the time is right, I’ll send you to the other side. Don’t worry about this door, I’ll take care of it for you…….”
And with that, he brought the poison pill to the lips of the Iron Stream.
Hot!
A hand gripped his wrist hard.
“Stop motion.”
A voice echoing through the boudoir.
A gleam of disbelief flashed across the eunuch’s face.
I opened my eyes.
Iron Streamers.
For six months, through spring, summer, and into the fall, he was a return receipt.
“vs…… vs……?”
He grabbed his opponent’s wrists and pulled his upper body up.
Silent eye contact.
Said Chullehorn with a nonchalant expression.
“Is that you, the one who made me look like this?”
The astonished Eunuch was speechless for a moment.
For a moment, the iron streak’s eyes hardened.
“I wake up and there’s one thing I need to do right away.”
In a panic, Eul’s enemy shook my arm vigorously, trying to shake off Chul’s hand.
Boom!
But.
“Laugh!
A noose-like grip.
What kind of power does a man who just woke up after being a vegetable have?
Bam-!
There was a dull thud, followed by a raspy scream.
“Boom!”
udangtang-?
His face, mangled from the back, was quickly covered in blood.
He was caught by surprise.
An unsightly twisted nosebone, and a never-ending stream of nosebleeds…….
Chapter immediately groped the side of his waist.
Instinctive reaction.
But there’s nothing there.
“Ouch!
In my excitement, I forgot about it.
You realize you’ve left your alter ego outside.
Bam!
Leaping off the bed, Chulhurst leaped forward and stretched out a paw.
λͺ¨-!
Hit them where it hurts.
“Ouch!”
As soon as he screamed again and clutched his broken nose.
Puck!
This time, Chulryuhyeon’s left foot slammed into the side of his opponent’s head.
Brain-shaking shocks.
Eunuch Feng couldn’t fight off the dizziness and flipped sideways! I collapsed and lay down.
That wasn’t the end of it.
Beep-beep-beep-!
Eunuch’s head snapped from side to side as he was struck by a series of kicks from the iron stream.
‘Kuck……! He’s been lying there like a corpse, and now he’s sucking…….’
“If it has a long tail, it gets stepped on.”
A dull sound that bursts out at the same time as Ironcloud’s words.
Puck!
This time, it’s the abdomen.
Eunsaji gasped.
‘Turn off……!
It’s already hard enough to breathe with a broken nose, but the blow to my lower stomach is killing me.
Puck, puck, puck-!
A foot that strikes the chest, stomach, and side in succession.
Eunuch shuddered in excruciating pain.
The foul-smelling blood irritates the stretched uvula and is unpleasant.
“Oh…… shit, he’s running an…… inside job!
I was too defenseless from the start.
I didn’t expect to feel better overnight.
Not only did he regain consciousness unexpectedly, but he was even using his inner ball. …… There were definitely no signs of it when I poked around earlier.
Puck!
A heavy blow strikes the five organs once more.
‘Off…… off……!’
For a moment, Iron Currents’ right leg was lifted high and then quickly dropped.
Ding!
It was the sound of a loaded heel cracking a couple of his left ribs.
“Ugh, ugh…… ugh!”
It’s hard enough to breathe right now, let alone scream in pain.
An iron streamer stamped down on his chest.
“It’s a pity he’s gone, for he’s taken you on as a pupil and taught you so carefully.”
In the midst of his anguish, Eunuch questioned.
‘Off…… hmph…… what is that? That tone of voice is…….’
It was unfamiliar.
I wondered if he’d come to his senses and changed his personality by daring to use his teacher’s statement.
He lifted his foot off his opponent’s chest arm, unconcerned by the iron stain.
Shhh.
He then picked up the poison pill that had fallen to the floor next to him.
“We have the evidence.”
He turns and walks over to the cabinet and lifts something up.
Hot!
It’s a sculpture the size of a grown man’s head, a toad carved out of granite.
Upon seeing it, he was seized with an ominous premonition.
‘Come on, no way…….’
Then, holding up a heavy toad statue with both hands, Chulhyeon lowered his gaze and said, “I’m sorry.
“Does the death of Gong Yun have anything to do with you?”
“Off…… versus, metaphorically…… something misunderstood…… once…… fixed……. Shrug…….”
Footsteps rushed through the corridors.
Tat-tat-tak, tat-tat-tak-.
Perhaps the gatekeepers outside the compound had sensed the disturbance.
Or not.
Boom!
The lattice doors of the boudoir swung open and two young men in their twenties, dressed in the distinctive white robes of the White House, stepped inside.
A short burst of alarm at the same time.
“Huh! No?”
“Cattle, cattle!”
Shingum realized as he watched them.
This lying reality is reincarnated as Chulryuhyeon, the rumored owner of the White House Gate, a former first-class mu-mun that has fallen from grace.
“Hoo, rumors of a White House inspection…….”
With a mumbled murmur, the iron streamer dropped the toad statue to the ground with a wry smile.
Kukkuk-ududuk-!
A shattered shinbone.
The shrill cries of the Eulsa shrine echo through the grounds.
“Off!”
Hana Chuliu Heng ordered the two mundos with an impassive face.
“Put that away.”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 2(2/552)