The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

265th Episode Conclusion

With a snaps fingers, the Honwon Mugukdo was activated.

The sky and earth were filled with flashes of light. The positions of heaven and earth turned upside down again.

Baekdusan appeared overhead, while the night sky unfurled beneath my feet.

“Aaaargghhh!!”

The Hyulma’s scream echoed throughout the galaxy. Control over strength fell into my grasp. I manipulated gravity and repulsion, literally tearing apart the Hyulma’s physical form.

Chunks of flesh and blood soared into the air. The mind he had engraved in the sky extinguished in an instant.

[Good. This time, I will let you retreat. But next time, next time!! This Lord will win. In an era without you, I will win again! Because I am the greatest of all time! Even if I crawl on the ground in disgrace, the survivor is the strong one!!]

The Hyulma’s spirit rose from his bloodied form. Covered in the Energy of Reverse Heaven, a grotesque red mist surged upwards.

Any other master would not have seen his spirit, but I was not just anyone.

Upon reaching the level of Hyeon-gyeong, I awakened the Eye of Spiritual Perception.

A gaze that sees magical power.

In my Eye of Spiritual Perception, the form of the Hyulma’s spirit was clearly visible.

Honwon Geomje.

Did you see this far ahead?

Suddenly, I felt a newfound respect for Honwon Geomje guarding the position of the Gongdong Triad.

Choosing me, indeed, speaks to the exceptional insight of the greatest in the history of the Gongdong Sect.

I reached out. The Tree of Life, the World Tree, shone brightly. The Honwon Mugukdo unfolded.

[Ugh?!]

The Hyulma’s spirit screamed. The Honwon Mugukdo manipulated all power with overwhelming force. As I seized his spirit with magical energy, he was caught off guard.

[Ah, no! Lee Cheol-soo. Why, why are you doing this! Didn’t I say this era belongs to you! I will not even make an appearance while you are alive! So…!]

As he said, I would not show myself while I lived.

Because he was now trying to escape to his next life.

However, I could not leave such seeds of misfortune for the future. No, if I didn’t completely eradicate him here, it would feel like going to the bathroom and not wiping.

How did it come to this?

I needed to achieve a strong finish.

“What was that? I can’t hear you well because it’s coming from a Hanam guy.”

Ignoring the Hyulma’s words, I manipulated my energy.

[Aaaargghhh!!!]

The Hyulma’s spirit screamed. Despite his formidable strength, his spirit was truly pitifully weak. Could it be because he defied the Heavenly Mandate and reincarnated for three thousand years? His spirit was on the brink of extinction without any need for me to intervene.

Perhaps one reincarnation—the last one he mentioned—was his limit.

Powerful martial arts, the mind of three thousand years, had sustained his spirit.

But that didn’t give me any reason to let him go.

“Farewell,”

I offered him a teabag before crushing his spirit like an insect, causing it to vanish.

Boom! With blinding light, his spirit exploded into nothingness.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Along with it, waves in the shape of concentric circles emerged around me, enveloping the world.

Hyulma.

The spirits of the Hyulma’s connected Blood Sect were suffering from the impact.

“Huff.”

I exhaled a long breath, releasing the Mind’s Heavenly Method. Perhaps it was because I had just entered the boundary of life and death and fought fiercely.

Heat rose to my head. My vision blurred.

Now.

Everything was truly over.

So from now on, I just wanted to rest a little. My eyelids grew heavy.

“Disciple!”

“Gaga!”

“Sangong!”

Familiar voices called from afar.

Sahyeong, Geumhu, Jeoksawol’s voices. They seemed to have regained consciousness. My eyelids were too heavy. I closed my eyes.

Before losing consciousness, I felt the fragrance of wildflowers and the soft, plush sensation enveloping me.

My vision faded to black.

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Ku-Kwa-Kwa-Kwa!

The moment the Hyulma died,

A strange energy wave fiercely enveloped the battlefield where swords and martial arts clashed, covering the Yoha Delta Plain.

[Aaaargghhh!!!]

A horrifying shriek echoed from the heavens. The Energy of Reverse Heaven gradually began to vanish from the sky.

Hearing the shriek, the masters of the Blood Sect collapsed to the ground.

“Lord!”

“T-This is absurd!”

[Aaaargghhh!!]

The masters of the Blood Sect that fell to the ground shook. The lower-ranking members of the Blood Sect died on the spot, while the stronger ones stood frozen like statues, unable to move.

All members of the Blood Sect had a strong connection to their supreme master, the Hyulma.

And the Blood Sect, strengthened beyond their original levels through the Hyulma’s power, now faced backlash, returning to their original levels and falling into the condition of Deterioration Due to Reversing Heaven, their insides becoming like rags.

“Aaaaarghhh!”

“Aaaaarghhh!”

The masters of the Blood Sect, lost in a frenzy of bloodlust, began massacring the surrounding Qing troops.

The aftermath of the Hyulma’s death could not be escaped even by the last true lord, Gi Hwanmajon.

As the Mind’s Martial Arts and the Ten Thousand Influences overwhelmed the Do-hwang, Gi Hwanmajon clutched his heart.

Blood-tears streamed from his eyes.

“No way…!”

Gi Hwanmajon, who had ascended to the highest realms within the Blood Sect and commanded strange curses, understood.

The supreme Hyulma had died.

Of course, death wasn’t a special event for the Hyulma. The Rebirth Great Method had allowed him to be reborn numerous times.

But this death was different.

He felt no trace of the Hyulma’s spirit. The connection of the mind had been severed.

That meant only one thing.

“The supreme has died?!”

Completely dead.

His spirit had even been extinguished.

The level of the Boundary of Life and Death, the mind of three thousand years, and the Infinite Mind’s Method—he had lost.

It felt unreal.

But the forced severing of the mind connection indicated that the supreme master had perished.

“That’s impossible, cough!”

Pain surged from my chest. The vital energy infused within my Middle Dantian cracked. Gi Hwanmajon, who was more deeply connected to the supreme than anyone, felt the backlash.

The recoil was far greater for him. The energy he had stacked began to scatter. Gi Hwanmajon’s mind began to waver. His universe trembled.

“Ah, no! N-Not here, ugh!”

The pain of scattering energy assaulted Gi Hwanmajon. All the costs of his actions against the heavens hit him at once. His vision began to sway. And the Do-hwang did not miss the Blood Sect’s condition and attacked.

“Hahaha. Blood Sect dog. It seems your master has finally died.”

The Do-hwang adjusted his sunglasses. His glasses glimmered in the darkness.

The Do-hwang lifted his Dao. Powerful energy bloomed from his Dao, spreading like a spider’s web. Light flared up from the chaotic Heavenly Net that spread all around. It was strong energy. The waves of rising energy engulfed Gi Hwanmajon.

“Time to die.”

Gi Hwanmajon flailed his arms. He chanted a spell, but due to his scattering energy, the incantation could not be completed.

“Ah, no. I… The true lord…!!”

Gi Hwanmajon’s voice rang out. Along with it came a tearing scream. The waves of energy released by the Do-hwang shredded Gi Hwanmajon’s body.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Gi Hwanmajon met a terrible demise.

“Huff.”

The Do-hwang took off his sunglasses. He cleaned the blood of Gi Hwanmajon from the lenses with a cloth while retracting the Mind’s Martial Arts.

“Mission accomplished, my lord.”

After dealing with Gi Hwanmajon, the Do-hwang knelt before Hwangje Juga-yul.

Juga-yul looked at him and said,

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Her gaze turned toward the battlefield. The moment Gi Hwanmajon and the masters of the Blood Sect were killed or turned mad.

Victory had already fallen into the hands of the Ming Empire.

The Qing troops were now heavily losing. Though the elite Eight Banners Army fought bravely, it was impossible to reverse the tide that had already turned in favor of the Ming troops.

Juga-yul approached the emperor’s carriage with a smile.

“Father. The girl has preserved the heavenly mandate of the empire. Aren’t you proud?”

“Ughh…”

From inside the carriage came the groans of Honggwangje.

Honggwangje hoped that this war would at least end with a shared defeat for both nations.

If only he had remained in Beijing and let Juga-yul face the battlefield alone, perhaps he could still conspire with the loyal subjects following him against the emperor.

After all, the Ten Thousand Victories Emperor was still Honggwangje himself.

However, by dragging him to the battlefield, Juga-yul had completely closed off any possibility of rebellion.

Hwangje Juga-yul.

Though she was young, she was a politician more cunning than anyone else, and she would never let that opportunity slip away.

Honggwangje speculated on his future and said,

“I am proud of our country’s foundation.”

His voice trembled.

A declaration of surrender in all but name.

The little power he had left would now completely fall into Juga-yul’s hands.

Hearing the emperor’s declaration of surrender, the corners of Juga-yul’s mouth curled upward.

Finally.

Finally, she could reclaim her place from her previous life.

The reason she boldly risked her political life in this war was to help Noya.

Juga-yul trusted Noya.

If he believed that planting beans would yield red beans, Juga-yul would trust it.

He would have made the beans look like red beans.

Even if it meant boldly mislabeling a deer as a horse.

Juga-yul smiled.

Noya.

Juga-yul knew.

The death of the Hyulma.

It must have been Noya who did it. Noya had rescued her once again.

My Noya. You have once again saved me.

Juga-yul smiled.

Tears streamed down her eyes.

Noya had finally succeeded.

Her heart raced. Her face flushed.

With it, she let out a sigh of relief.

Noya had defeated the Hyulma. Which meant Noya was now safe.

He had completed his task.

So from now on.

I will take care of things.

It was time for her to do what she needed to do.

Juga-yul wiped her tears.

She spoke with a mix of laughter and tears.

“Soldiers of the Ming! Warriors of our alliance! Advance! Today, we will annihilate all the treasonous scum of Liaodong! The heavenly mandate is with us, so do not be afraid!”

Juga-yul’s command echoed across the vast Manchurian plains.

The battle cry of the expeditionary forces reverberated through Liaodong.

Victory was in Juga-yul’s grasp, and the Qing Dynasty faced destruction.

The heavenly mandate still lay with the Ming Empire.

At that moment, the war came to an end.

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