In the depths of Mount Mao.

There was a temple that no human foot had reached.

Tagol Hwasang stepped into the building, which did not even have a signboard.

"Namu Simitabul... Gwan Shin Jeuk Buldo..."

The scenery, which was like a ruin, began to change gradually in time with the sound of Tagol Hwasang's chanting.

The buildings, which were like ruins, changed into neat buildings, and numerous monks in the same attire as Tagol Hwasang were putting their hands together and chanting the same Buddhist prayer as him.

And on the signboard at the entrance of the building, a strange phrase appeared.

[Corpse King Temple]

As the appearance of the Corpse King Temple became complete, Tagol Hwasang headed for the building in the deepest part of the place without delay.

[Hall of the True Body]

This time too, Tagol Hwasang opened the door of that place without delay and entered.

Inside, a long staircase leading downwards appeared.

A staircase that continued endlessly, as if it were connected to purgatory.

Instead of placing his feet on the stairs, Tagol Hwasang threw his body into the endless darkness next to the stairs.

"Namu Simitabul... Gwan Shin Jeuk Buldo..."

Tagol Hwasang, who had thrown his body, endlessly chanted the Buddhist prayer.

At that, the endless darkness gradually faded, and the body of Tagol Hwasang, which had been falling continuously, landed softly on the ground.

"You have come, Tagol Hwasang."

A man in a black monk's robe greeted him.

"It has been a long time, Hall Master of the True Body."

Tagol Hwasang put his hands together towards the black monk's robe, the Hall Master of the True Body, and smiled.

Seeing that smile, the eyes of the Hall Master of the True Body glinted unusually.

"Tagol Hwasang, the fact that you have come here, could it be?"

"That 'could it be' is correct."

Tagol Hwasang answered the words of the Hall Master of the True Body and carefully took out the Mirror of Karmic Retribution from his bosom.

"Ooooh!! Finally!!"

The Hall Master of the True Body carefully received the Mirror of Karmic Retribution as if it were a sacred object.

"Finally!!"

With his eyes shining like a child's, he began to move his feet carefully but quickly.

Tagol Hwasang also followed him with a smile.

The place they arrived at was a huge cavern.

In the cavern, there was a huge formation of unknown identity, and around it, various body parts were classified and scattered.

The Hall Master of the True Body casually pushed aside the body parts and approached the center of the formation.

There, there was a small altar and a groove on it, and when the Hall Master of the True Body fitted the Mirror of Karmic Retribution into the groove, it fit perfectly as if it had been tailored.

After fitting the Mirror of Karmic Retribution into the groove, the Hall Master of the True Body retreated outside the formation.

At that, numerous figures in black monk's robes with their faces covered with cloth appeared around the formation.

"Namu Simitabul... Gwan Shin Jeuk Buldo..."

The numerous figures chanted the Buddhist prayer without emotion.

The sound of that very bizarre chanting began to fill the cavern.

A moment later, Tagol Hwasang began to tap the Avici Bell, and the Hall Master of the True Body next to him began to murmur quietly.

"When the false law throws the world into chaos, the sentient beings are in a sea of suffering..."

When the false law throws the world into chaos, the sentient beings are in a sea of suffering...

That murmuring mixed with the surrounding chanting and created a strange resonance.

"The true law will descend, and one will attain Buddhahood in the flesh..."

The true law will descend, and one will become a Buddha in the flesh...

As the resonance gradually spread to the surroundings, the formation in the center began to resonate with a strange sound.

-Aaaaaah.

A sound as if something were crawling up from purgatory echoed in all directions, and the formation was dyed red.

"The Buddha is originally my body, and the law is in the blood and flesh, so the one who embraces the true body is the Tathagata..."

The Buddha is originally my body, and the law is in the blood and flesh, so the one who embraces the true body is the Tathagata...

The formation dyed red, the corpses placed on it began to melt.

The melted corpses began to head for the center of the formation.

"There is no salvation in death, only the living body is nirvana!"

There is no salvation in death, only the living body is nirvana!

As the murmuring of the Hall Master of the True Body ended.

Bang!

The heads of the figures surrounding the formation began to explode one by one.

The bodies whose heads had exploded and the blood that had flowed out began to head for the center of the formation.

And so, numerous pieces of flesh and blood began to wrap around and entangle the Mirror of Karmic Retribution in the center.

As a scene like purgatory unfolded, blood flowed like sewing into the place where the pieces of flesh were entangled, and bones were driven in as if fitting a pillar.

Woowoong.

The Mirror of Karmic Retribution began to vibrate with a strange noise.

And from the surface where the mirror was, something like a hazy smoke began to flow out and imbue the lump of flesh.

As the hazy smoke-like thing was imbued, the lump of flesh, whose volume had been gradually decreasing, began to change into a human-like form.

The lump of flesh, which was a blunt human shape at first, became more and more elaborate as time passed.

Before long, on the formation, a man with long black hair stood with his eyes quietly closed.

The man's phenomenon was the same as Baek Yoonjun's, though his hair color was different.

The man who resembled Baek Yoonjun was lost in thought with his eyes closed.

'Is this the place where I was led by those black hands?'

He analyzed the current situation with an endlessly cold head.

'It seems I have been separated from Baek Yoonjun's body and have been imbued in another body.'

The place where he had regained consciousness after being led by the black hands was no longer Baek Yoonjun's body.

-Give it back...

-Give me back my body...!

A body as if the resentment of tens of thousands of people were imbued.

'It's noisy and disturbs my thoughts.'

He contemplated his mind-image.

A mind-image full of resentment.

He quietly cut down those resentments one by one.

'Unlike Baek Yoonjun, who has the Heart Sword, they are endlessly weak.'

It was not a very difficult task because they were incomparably weaker than the being he had faced in the previous mind-image.

'Then it seems this body has completely come into my hands.'

Having slaughtered all the resentments, he quietly contemplated his own body and came to a conclusion.

'I don't know what happened yet, but this body is a perfect body, on a different dimension from Baek Yoonjun's unstable body.'

He evaluated that the current body was a perfect body, as if someone had artificially created it.

Having evaluated the body and confirmed that he had become the owner of a complete body, he quietly opened his eyes.

A wide cavern, and a strange formation laid out below it, and a pool of blood that had not yet dried.

And two beings who looked like monks outside the formation.

'Are they the ones who took me out of Baek Yoonjun's body and imbued me in this body?'

He decided to watch them carefully for now.

Since there was nothing in this space that was a threat to him.

And at that moment.

Tap!

Tagol Hwasang, who had strongly tapped the Avici Bell, opened his eyes wide and shouted.

"Now! Hall Master of the True Body!!"

At the same time as Tagol Hwasang's shout, the Hall Master of the True Body took out something like a chain woven from black bones from his bosom and began to shake it.

"Om! Jingubakshin! Svaha!"

Om! Tighten the band and bind the body! So be it!

Tstsutsutsutsu.

The incantation echoed in all directions, and at the same time, a dark red shackle shot up from the shadow at his feet, who was watching this situation.

Although it was an intangible energy, it changed like a chain, tightly bound his ankles and wrists, and began to crawl up his body.

"Om! Jingusokhon! Hum!"

Om! Tighten the band and bind the soul! Obey!

As the energy that was crawling up his body reached his head, it dug into both his temples.

He was thinking of something else, as if he were not interested in the situation.

'I was defeated. Just because I couldn't use the Heart Sword.'

Then, the energy dug into his upper and lower body.

'Why couldn't I use it?'

The black energy that had bound his hands and feet became a firm chain, and the energy that had entered his body tightly bound his upper, middle, and lower dantians.

'I see. I, no, Baek Yoonjun, had put on a lock when he obtained the Heart Sword, but that is different from the current me.'

He recalled the previous memory, regardless of what was happening around him.

The lock he had put on to save Cheon Suhye, and the Heart Sword he had obtained at that time.

'The lock at that time was not perfect. Because the Heart Sword was forged with the pity for Cheon Suhye and the single-mindedness to save her remaining as they were, it has become something that the current complete me cannot use.'

He thought about himself, no, about Baek Yoonjun.

'A weak and timid being who used the wind of gentleness. That must be why such a Heart Sword was forged.'

Having finished his thoughts, he came to a conclusion.

'That Heart Sword is not something I can use. Moreover, the lukewarm wind of a timid being is also not the path I will take.'

He contemplated his inner self.

A perfect and clean body.

Although it was a body that could go on the previous path as much as he wanted if he wanted to.

'I will abandon the previous path.'

He abandoned the path of martial arts he had walked before and stepped onto another path.

Crack.

At that, around him, not the lukewarm gentle breeze of before, but a fiercely rising black lightning began to gather.

Crackle.

The energy of the black lightning, which had begun to grow larger.

Tagol Hwasang, feeling that something was wrong, urged the Hall Master of the True Body.

"Something is wrong!! Cast the Death Body Tightening Incantation more strongly!!"

As if Tagol Hwasang's shout had reached him, the Hall Master of the True Body opened his eyes wide and repeated the incantation so intensely that blood gushed from his throat.

"Om! Jingubakshin! Svaha! Om! Jingubakshin! Svaha! Om! Jingubakshin! Svaha!"

Tens, hundreds of black energy began to bind him.

The numerous energy, to the point that the expression 'bind' was insufficient, completely covered him.

"Om! Jingusokhon! Hum! Om! Jingusokhon! Hum! Om! Jingusokhon! Hum! Om! Jingusokhon! Hum!"

Crack.

Although the Hall Master of the True Body vomited blood and continued to spit out the incantation.

Crackle.

As if mocking that effort, the energy of the black lightning began to leak out from between the black energy that covered him.

Crackle.

The energy of the black lightning leaking out from between the black energy became more and more intense, and in the end, it even covered the black energy.

Clang!!

With a loud noise as if glass were shattering, the black energy scattered.

"The idea was good. But."

Having escaped from the black energy, he quietly stepped down to the ground and stretched out his hand towards the Hall Master of the True Body.

"Since the sorcerer is weak, its power is also crude."

A speck of the energy of the black lightning formed at his fingertip.

Flick.

He flicked his finger lightly.

"This is the answer."

A speck of the energy of the black lightning flew towards the Hall Master of the True Body and touched his body.

At that moment.

Kigigigigik!!

With a noise as if thousands of fingernails were scratching a piece of metal, the black lightning began to frantically scratch the entire body of the Hall Master of the True Body.

"Kuaa! Aaaaaaak!!"

The black lightning burned the Hall Master of the True Body, who was letting out a desperate death scream, as if devouring him greedily.

Crack.

In that place, only a handful of ash and a pungent smoke remained.

He looked at the pile of ash and muttered indifferently.

"I was thinking of leaving the clothes... it's harder to control than I had planned."

He looked at the scene indifferently, then stretched out his hand towards the black monk's robe that was rolling in a corner.

Rip.

Picking up the roughly torn black monk's robe, he put it on his body and moved his feet.

Thud.

As he took a step, Tagol Hwasang, who had witnessed the miserable scene in front of his eyes, his legs gave way, and he sat down on the spot.

He had definitely reflected the Mirror of Karmic Retribution on the White Robed Sword Immortal.

So, of course, that being should have become the White Robed Sword Immortal.

'No, that is definitely not a being like the White Robed Sword Immortal!!'

His mind was dyed with turbidity.

'What on earth is that man?'

In the midst of the confusion, he looked at him, who was indifferently passing by Tagol Hwasang and moving his feet, and unconsciously moved his mouth.

"Who on earth... are you...?"

At that unconscious question, he stopped.

Then he looked down at Tagol Hwasang with indifferent eyes and moved his mouth.

"Baek Yoon..."

Answering the question, he shut his mouth.

'Who am I?'

For a very short moment, Tagol Hwasang's question lingered in his mind.

'I was about to unconsciously say Baek Yoonjun, but I am no longer Baek Yoonjun. So.'

But the answer came out quickly.

Having made his answer, he still looked down at Tagol Hwasang indifferently and opened his mouth.

"Heuk Yoon."

His own name, which he had decided, flowed out indifferently.

"That is my name from now on."

The moment he uttered that name, he became a completely different being from Baek Yoonjun.

Thud.

Heuk Yoon passed by Tagol Hwasang and indifferently took a step.

The torn black monk's robe on his body fluttered in the wind as if it were a robe.

---

"I will definitely save Master."

Tang Yuhwa, with eyes filled with a resolute determination, reached right in front of Baek Yoonjun.

The eyes of a doctor, filled with a straight righteousness as if she would save all the patients in the world.

But to Baek Yoonjun, it just looked like the eyes of a grim reaper.

"No matter what happens..."

Tang Yuhwa's hand, filled with a firm will, headed for Baek Yoonjun's wrist.

The straight touch of a true doctor, as if it would press down all illnesses.

But to Baek Yoonjun, it just felt like the touch of a grim reaper.

And so, Baek Yoonjun faced the greatest crisis of his life.

'If I'm going to be caught, I'd rather just die!'

He chose death.

(End of Chapter)