The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 123: Sailing to the Bottom (8)

Kunlun Mountain Entrance.

This place is still within human territory.

However, unlike the cities I've seen so far, where stone walls surround the city, here there is a wall made of wood.

But I can guess that its durability is similar to that of a stone wall.

Among the scattered pillars, the characters used by immortals are engraved. According to the memories of immortals or Taoists, there is magic placed on these.

Such security measures increase the further you go inside.

Therefore, it would be best to enter quietly if possible.

First, I went to the entrance and quietly stood in line at a place that resembled a checkpoint.

The gazes of the people passing by the entrance are all directed at me. To be more precise, they’re focused on the flower in my hand.

At first glance, it must have looked strange.

The nine petals of the flower bud are made of arms, and the calyx is wriggling with meat, with eyeballs attached. The long stem shows a distorted spine.

It looks like a rather dangerous object.

In other words, anyone could tell that this doesn’t seem like something related to humans, right?

And as expected, as soon as I arrived at the entrance, several people, tense, came forward with spears.

“What is your business here?”

See? They’re asking politely. I had my doubts, but in a place like this, far from the Heavenly Demon Church, they don’t just take someone with purple hair.

My hair is purple, after all.

Originally, the outermost area is the most heavily guarded; the further inside, the more lenient it becomes. Moreover, this isn't a world where SNS (social networking sites) spread information quickly, so the annihilation of the Heavenly Demon Church is someone else’s issue to those far away.

“I came to see the Primordial Celestial Lord.”

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It’s not a lie.

It’s the truth, strictly speaking.

But this should be enough. If someone says they've come to meet the Primordial Celestial Lord, how would humans react?

I’m not sure, but many would probably make a face as if they didn’t want to get involved.

When it’s not your business, people generally want to set it aside and think about it later. Occasionally, diligent people will try to stick to the rules, but...

Most would try to pass the responsibility on to someone in a position to handle it.

“May I ask who I should inform of your arrival?”

Hmm.

What should I do? If it were usual, I’d reassure those who are cautious and tell them there’s no connection.

But that method is one you use when you’re gradually easing into things.

To meet someone high up quickly, it’s much easier to mention someone higher up.

I know someone high up.

“Please tell them that the one who fought the Great Lord of Tongcheon has arrived.”

Though an enemy, someone who once fought them would surely be remembered. The war that ended with Kunlun’s victory was a war where many immortals died.

Because many who live long lives exist, the name of the Great Lord of Tongcheon isn’t likely to be disregarded by anyone.

Moreover, mentioning the name of the Great Lord of Tongcheon, which ordinary people would not know, makes it clear that I’m not someone who just picked up some myth somewhere.

I calmly wait, letting the bait drop, waiting for the fish to bite.

We’re almost there.

I’ve already pressed down on the glass bottle many times, and if I fight with people and don’t meet the Primordial Celestial Lord, it’ll be a loss.

Everyone knows you should be cautious the more desperate you are.

How many people can follow that advice? I’m not sure, but that’s the fate of a proverb. After all, it’s only said because it can’t be avoided, right?

“Shall I wait here?”

“No, please wait inside. We’ll call for you.”

As I politely ask, they respond politely too. Now, their gaze has completely shifted to seeing me as a high-ranking person from afar.

The gaze of immortals or Taoists.

So, I follow their guidance and enter a small space near the entrance. It looks like a resting area or something, and I’m left alone in the room with just one person guarding the door.

Ah, what a pity.

If someone had come in, I could’ve tried talking.

I sit and organize what I observed through others' gazes while walking here.

First, Taesan Sect’s Cheonbaek.

This side had been doing the best.

Yes, it’s in the past tense. The Taesan Sect accepted the surviving Cheonbaek. They listened to his words and sympathized with his situation, feeling angered. But their luck ran out there.

The Taesan Sect demanded a strict investigation of Jeongchiljin from the Murim Alliance.

However, Jeongchiljin, who had returned to the Sungsan Sect first, was a step ahead. He went as far as declaring that the Taesan Sect had become an evil sect that sided with the Demon Cult.

At that moment, when they were intoxicated with the feeling of having destroyed the Heavenly Demon Church.

But then rumors spread that there were not just remnants, but traitors.

Since ancient times, people have been crueler to traitors than to enemies.

Though Taoists and immortals fell, the remaining members of the Murim Alliance immediately attacked the Taesan Sect.

But they didn’t even make a proper plan. Many just rushed blindly to the Taesan Sect.

From Cheonbaek’s perspective, it was very fragmented, but there were those who simply came to verify the truth.

But there are always hotheads. Someone cut a person, and once the blood was drawn, things spiraled out of control.

If it had just ended there...

Maybe a senior figure from the sect would have come out and mediated, and there might have been a chance to calm things down. But in that moment, Cheonbaek, who had been watching the situation secretly, got caught.

In a place filled with the heavy scent of blood, undeniable evidence emerged.

Now, in the martial world, things are too straightforward to distinguish right from wrong.

The Taesan Sect member was cut, and in self-defense, another Taesan Sect member drew their sword.

What would a member of the martial world think when faced with that?

They’d believe the Taesan Sect had been colluding with the Demon Cult, and upon getting caught, they drew their sword. And if Jeongchiljin’s influence was behind it, lies turn into truth.

A massacre occurred at the Taesan Sect.

A massacre where everyone even remotely connected to the Taesan Sect was killed.

Cheonbaek fought. Thanks to the Heavenly Demon Technique, which was condensed by the Heavenly Demon himself, he fought fiercely, scattering violet sword energy.

He fought for a long time, long enough for a lot of warmth to enter him.

The funny thing is, the more he fought to defend the Taesan Sect, the further the Taesan Sect fell into ruin.

He fought for days.

But a person is still a person.

No matter how much power I have, I can’t prevent exhaustion. And after hearing that a master from afar was struggling at the Taesan Sect, the time to fly in came.

For various reasons, Cheonbaek died on the mountain, burning in a bloody conflict.

When Cheonbaek died, I saw Jeongchiljin appear, and I felt some satisfaction in believing in people.

Cheonbaek, with a face full of resentment and hatred, shouted at Jeongchiljin before having his head cut off.

Jeongchiljin probably appeared to confirm that he had properly dealt with those who could threaten him.

I examine Jeongchiljin through Cheonbaek’s fading eyes.

He looks anxious, but also relieved. He must think it’s almost over.

But now, the one being chased is going to be Jeongchiljin. After barely escaping from the Sungsan Sect, he’s not talking about wildflowers but entering a cave devoid of people.

The rumors must have spread far by now.

Jeongchiljin has the Majin Sword.

Human greed is endless. Just look at Jeongchiljin as an example.

No matter how much you try to suppress the truth with force, and even if you succeed, the truth doesn’t disappear.

And the rumors, soaked in blood, are even harder to erase. Judging from Jeongchiljin’s actions, one day, the enemy will point that out.

And that will happen the moment Jeongchiljin relaxes.

While I organize what has happened in my mind, the door opens as if the conversation is over, and two people enter.

One is the person who was here earlier, and the other is someone wearing different clothes, in a color similar to clouds and rain.

The man wearing it approaches me and greets me.

He introduces himself as a Taoist from the Kunlun Sect, politely saying that an immortal wants to meet me and asking me to follow him.

Seeing that he doesn’t immediately mention the Demon Cult even after seeing my purple hair, it seems that eradicating the Heavenly Demon Church is only an issue for those who are far away.

Or maybe he’s mistaking me for a monster, thinking I’m not human because of the flower.

When the Great Lord first came to this world and gathered the locals, many of them were called monsters. Some were those I turned into, and others were animals or objects that gained strength and intelligence, becoming monsters.

Monster immortals.

With such beings around, it’s easy to mistake me for a monster rather than a member of the Demon Cult.

And since I mentioned the Great Lord of Tongcheon, it’s a good mistake to make. It’s working well.

Of course, they might take me, not realizing I’m an enemy, and lock me up foolishly.

But I don’t have the luxury of choosing another path, considering the worst-case scenario.

Sometimes, you have to take risks.

I follow the Taoist, passing through human villages and entering the area where the Taoists live. Of course, just entering doesn’t mean I can meet them immediately.

I walked up the mountain for quite a while.

The higher I climbed, the denser the fog became. But I know this was intentionally made that way.

According to the memories I gained from the immortals, this is a defense mechanism.

However, the method to break it is not recorded, only the correct path is remembered. Well, for such things, it’s enough to just remember how to use it.

Come to think of it, the Great Lord also seemed to know a similar technique, but I wonder if it’s exactly the same or a completely different technique with similar results.

As I climbed the mountain, thinking about this, the fog suddenly cleared, revealing a wide village. Taoists, who seemed to be living there, were walking around, and in the distance, several islands floated in the sky.

Kunlun.

Those islands aren’t the Kunlun where immortals live. The Kunlun where immortals live is a completely different space that can only be accessed through those islands.

It’s the most difficult place to enter.

I saw the Taoist.

He took me to where those islands were. It seems that I can safely go up now.

The Taoist seems to have passed the test.

At last, it’s time to enter the immortal’s nest.