Chapter 31

The contents of the Southern Sword change according to the wielder.
I realized that there was a new world out there.
I reflected on my brief thought that the iron sword and the thirty-three lightning bolts would suffice.
“What the tip of the Southern Palace’s sword holds depends solely on the Grand Duke’s will.”
The tip of the Southern Palace’s sword was blue and young, slicing through the sky as if it were a spear, and the thunderbolt was a flash of light that cut through the stars in the darkened atmosphere.
The tip of the sword that glided in the wind was called the Heavenly Wind, and the endlessly moving blade that carved across the sky in all directions was called the Martial Spirit.
At the same time, the dummy disappeared, and the swordplay between the heavens and the earth was called the spearbow, and the energy that permeates the moonlight with the energy of nature was called the great smoke.
“So don’t set limits.”
Over and over again, let the sword have no limits.
To make the sword all-encompassing.
“That is the Emperor. The path that only those who have mastered all the swords of the Southern Palace can take. That is the path the Grand Duke must take.”
I was overwhelmed. I hadn’t expected the Southern Palace Sword to be so brilliant and hot.
I swallowed hard, realizing how insignificant and insignificant it was. It was a moment that made me realize how insignificant and insignificant my life had been.
“Think and think and think about what I said today. Your thoughts will become tomorrow’s manure, and based on what you’ve learned, you will begin to pass on all things Southern Palace in earnest tomorrow.”
And with that, the Southern Palace walked away, leaving me in a trance.
* * *
Faced with the sword of the Southern Palace, which is considered to be the greatest sword in the world, I fell in love with the reasoning she showed me.
Changgung
Means sky.
Changcheon.
The blue color of the spear.
Thunder.
Under the same expanse of sky, a single energy.
Heavenly Wind.
The winds of the heavens, carrying the will of the gods.
The void.
Somewhere in the vast, distant, unknowable beyond.
Daiyun.
I will speak once more of the laws of the universe, which contain the reasoning of heaven and earth.
The stories of the six were not in order.
There is no order, no sequence, so I ponder and ponder, what to add and what to subtract.
My sword, though weak at the tip, followed after the Southern Palace Winter, for I had no training in swordsmanship, but simply followed its aura and expressed what was on my mind.
The energy of the Thunderclan within my body bent to my will. The energy hidden in the veins and arteries of my entire body fluctuated according to my will.
I named the aura of the Thunder Clan the Thunder Qi. As I circumnavigated the Thunder City, I discovered a foreign energy within my body.
What is this?
I couldn’t understand it, but I stamped the energy as the Thunder Qi and pressed it down.
The writhing foreign energy sneered. As if to say, how dare you show yourself such a frightening aura.
I felt a twinge of pride. It was familiar, even though I didn’t recognize it.
It was.
It’s just like the laid-back attitude of the Southern Palace.
So I became even more enthusiastic.
After circling the Thunderbolt’s aura several times, it moved as freely as my limbs, and its tingling aura was aligned as if it were ready at any moment.
I surrounded the aura left behind by Nangong Yue with my Thunderbolt. There was no escape, no escape.
The veins and arteries of my entire body were blocked by the aura of the Great Duke, and the aura of the thunderbolt gradually pressed in.
Then, like a porcupine’s, its spikes curled and sprouted, threatening the thunderer. You will not be safe when it comes.
It was the same threat.
I pushed my thunderbolt over the threat and pushed in. I struck with my tactics in the face of the aura’s desire to wage war on Mercury.
The alien energy bounced off the thunderbolt like a bouncing ball, escaping from the battlefield and traveling everywhere. It tumbled through the passageways blocked by the great ducts.
I chased after it with my thunderbolt, my dantian swelling hotly at what was happening in my body. It was a heat that would have burst the cord like a drum if it hadn’t been for its solid foundation.
The heat spewed out through the gaping mouth, but it didn’t matter.
The energy of a thunderclap is a concentrated energy obtained from the elixirs that can be processed. However, there was only so much of it I could accumulate right now. This was because I didn’t yet have a suitable inner core technique.
One.
I knew instinctively.
I remembered the thunderbolt aura that stretched out along the heterogeneous aura, hidden here and there. Which path led to the blackout.
Where it traveled, circling around and around.
Swoosh!
The thunderclap caught the fleeing alien energy and swallowed it in one gulp.
Digging in!
His entire body tingled as the energy spread in all directions. The hair on my head stood on end.
I wondered how strong it would be if it was just a small amount of energy.
It was just a small amount of energy. It was itself.
Soon, the energy was absorbed by the thunderbolt, but I gritted my teeth at the torn veins and blood, and I used the united thunderbolt to travel around the world.
The aura left behind by the Southern Winter.
Along the pathways created by the disparate energies.
The aura of thunder qi created by using the thunderbolt over and over again.
At the same time, it was a moment of infinitely powerful energy.
I am this energy.
It’s the one that’s showing the most skill in weaving and moving the Southern Palace forward.
It is said to be the greatest divine artifact of all time, alongside the Great Divine Artifact of Changgung.
I realized that it was the Thunder Emperor God Gong.
A feeling of fullness that burns through the entire body and extends from head to toe. To reach the Heavenly Gate according to the Heavenly Tongue, and at the same time, to fully operate the Thunderbolt as demonstrated by the Thunder Emperor Divine Gong.
To travel the path that no one else has shown you, all by yourself.
Having found such a breakthrough on my own, once again I moved forward.
* * *
Nangong Yue could feel the difference between the two characters for talent right before her eyes.
Alternate.
How could this be.
What he had shown her was nothing more than an ineffable statement of reason, a statement without context.
It was just a nugget of insight, presented and embellished like a painting.
And he had only shown it to him in hopes that it would slowly dissolve and help him to realize his own enlightenment when he took up the sword in the future.
But.
“So you taught yourself the Thunder King Divine Art?”
“……That’s not how you arranged it.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
What kind of god is the Thunder King God Gong?
It is a martial art of ascension, in the same way that the Beidou Shaolin has the ability to fight against the night, and the Southern Shaman has the ability to fight against the Taijiquan.
To attain enlightenment through it is to be enlightened.
Even if one searches the heavens and earth, one cannot easily see the Southern Palace Summer.
The Grand Duke was said to possess such a talent.
Nangzhong Zhichu.
A master of the military.
I thought it was just that.
Namgung Yue shook her head in disbelief as she realized that the needle in a haystack was actually a pearl.
Throughout history, there are many people who have done this.
A great monk.
A path that only those worthy of the name have traveled.
“I thought I could no longer be surprised. You never cease to amaze me.”
The Grand Duke shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his face that was hard to contain.
“But I’ll stop complimenting you, for any more would be poison to the Grand Duke.”
With that, Nangong Yue raised the tip of her sword. Mastering the Thunder King Divine Art was one thing, but mastering the swordsmanship of the Southern Palace was another.
For example, the third-ranked Nangong Gul had reached the third rank in the Spear Sword Technique, but was only a second-ranked swordsman in the Heavenly Wind Sword Technique.
“The mind, qi, and body must be united, so the moment there is an imbalance in any of them, the sword is dead.”
“……I see.”
With that, Nangong Yue’s expression became resolute.
* * *
The time of the moon poem passed like a flash.
I inspected the Iron Sword Sixty-Six and the Island Warfare Sixty-Six Sword Thunderbolt once more and made them mine. This allowed me to refine all the sword techniques and sword forms I had mastered in my previous life.
As I began to move along the broad base of the dagger, the energy of the Great Yan Dynasty dripped from it, and the tip of the sword cut through the air.
I called it the ‘Great Yan Sword Technique’.
At the same time, I mercilessly wielded the sword technique that Nangong Yue had shown me, a sword technique that had no sword style, no sword form, and no sword intent. Sometimes I flew like an osprey, and other times I moved like a storm, as if I were splitting a beautiful tree in two.
I realized the name of the blade at its tip was the Flying Sword of the Spear.
It flashed in the wind, then unfurled at will, a sword faster than the Thirty-Three Sword Lightning and heavier than the Iron Sword Sixty-Six.
I recognized the sword as the Heavenly Wind Sword Technique when I saw that it contained a faintly burning blue surge.
I also recognized a new sword at the end of it.
No one can move forward without honoring the souls of the dead, without gazing upon the lonely souls, and without honoring the souls of the dead, and this was the Sword of the Dead.
“Hmph, hmph.”
As if he had a hot stone in his stomach, a tingling sensation filled the air. This was the kind of thing that happened when you reached the third level of the Thunder King Divine Realm.
Sweat soaked his entire body like rain. Just as Nangong Yue said, the sword at his fingertips spontaneously burst forth with countless sword techniques as his aura exploded.
It was.
It was my will.
The great kite sword spun like a windmill, slicing through the other tormenting souls, and the thunder dragon’s fangs descended from the sky like a dragon’s roar, tearing through the earth.
I slumped back in my seat as I watched the tip of the sword play of its own free will.
As a feeling of exhaustion overcame me, Nangong Yue stepped forward.
“You never fail to disappoint, you’ve really gotten under my skin, huh huh huh.”
“……You’re a little too rolled up for that, aren’t you?”
“Beware of the greenery, beware of the greenery.”
Lord of the mountains, king of the mountains. And the evil that is expressed beyond.
The Mountain is Evil.
“The Seven Evils of the Green Forest are not to be trifled with.”
The corners of my mouth curled up at the words.
“Perhaps they should be wary of me.”
Wait a minute.
A killing spirit from a previous life, and a sword spirit.
The tip of my sword will cut through all the evil you possess.