The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 126: Sailing to the Bottom (11)

When the words of the Primordial Heavenly Lord ended, the body of Bohyeonjin moved outside of Kunlun Mountain.

And when the words of the Outer God, who had taken on the flesh of Chosul, finished, the form of the flower bud made of flesh and bone spread wide.

Instead of nine flower petals, nine arms spread out, exposing the flesh within.

In the center of the flower, a small sun blazed brightly.

It was originally a special weapon.

A special organization created by the Empire to handle anomalies.

A unique public institution that was somewhere between a tiger-hunting ritual and an urban fantasy special phenomenon containment agency.

The general who led one of the large factions.

It was an item he had kept just in case.

It was called the "Son of Hwahi." If one knew that Hwahi was the name of the Sun Goddess, they could probably guess what kind of item it was.

That item was the Extreme Sun Spear.

Its form was like that of a hydrogen bomb, but it erupted like a solar flare.

This meant it wasn’t just heat. This weapon, which mixed various mythical powers, became the sun descending to the earth, ripping apart the unreal.

It was a weapon of such caliber that even a general would have kept it just in case.

And he used it properly.

However, when the Outer God exploded, he twisted it by pressing reality down.

Had it exploded as it was, the human and Taoist realms in Kunlun Mountain would have been engulfed by flames and melted away.

The weapon carried flames that could melt every defense in existence there and burn away the passage that led to where the immortals lived in Kunlun.

But to someone wearing Chosul's body, that was nothing.

Right after the explosion started, he forcibly twisted a person, melting the weapon in his mind and turning it into a tool.

The advanced life sciences technology from Daegon helped, but even that wasn’t quite enough.

The imagination that formed the foundation to seal the explosion within the person came from a different source.

When the Outer God was still human, he had heard a saying from a cartoon: "A person’s heart is like a world."

There is knowledge, and there is an ideology that guides it.

Those two fused maliciously.

The place where the light of the Outer God flowed and then disappeared was now a place where physical light had been placed.

In other words, the bomb that had exploded and stopped was contained within the meat chunk, which was the identity of the flower.

If that flower blooms, this is what it means.

When the mind was opened, the explosion that had been paused resumed its original function.

At that moment.

The place where the Outer God and the Primordial Heavenly Lord stood.

There was light there.

The explosion, disregarding friend or foe, burned all the space around the ignition point with the power of the sun.

The epicenter evaporated, and more than half of the vast space of Kunlun was covered by fire.

With an enormous heat storm, radiation spread everywhere.

Chosul stood, holding the flower like an umbrella. Just like avoiding the heat on a hot summer day, without any wounds.

“It’s nice that it has a protective function, but the flame’s reloading is impossible. It’s a one-time use only.”

The principle was simple. If the flower base could hold the sun, the opposite could be possible.

But that was all.

It could only provide protection; no other functions were available.

To cross the charred, hellish space, other means were required. As the Outer God, unable to proceed, looked around in difficulty.

“I thought you were going to kill yourself with a bomb, but is it personal space shielding technology?”

At that moment, a voice, too young to belong to a living person, could be heard from a place where survival was impossible.

Looking toward the source of the sound, the Outer God saw a boy floating in mid-air, far from him. Although the outer shell had changed, the Outer God recognized him immediately.

“This time, it’s not something, but a living person.”

The boy, dressed in fluttering clothes, looked down at the Outer God from the air. A half-taeguk, wearing the shell of a girl.

Compared to when he fought the King of Tongcheon, he seemed too weak.

In fact, it was strange that such a monster had no strength at all.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord recalled the time when the King of Tongcheon brought a mixed unit of locals and foreigners from outside.

Unlike back then, there was no sensation of blood draining.

There was no sense of danger as when he fought Daegon directly.

No matter how much he looked, the thing before him was simply a human girl.

That was what was terrifying.

He had heard the news about the King of Tongcheon’s fall about 50 days ago. He had heard it when they had destroyed the suborganization of the sect called Cheonmasingyo with the help of the human realm.

After tracking down the traces of the broken sect, they found only the remains of a huge city deep under the sea, and it seemed that the city had evaporated in one blow from a powerful immortal.

And far from the epicenter, they discovered video footage showing the city’s disappearance. It was presumed to have been a kind of outpost, but no survivors were found.

Those who had been in the area far from the explosion were found dead, having taken their own lives in a gruesome state.

Those who had fought Daegon directly knew this phenomenon.

When the King of Tongcheon revealed his true self,

Anyone who hadn’t reached a certain mental level would be torn apart by his overwhelming presence, regardless of friend or foe.

The fact that so many had taken their own lives meant the true self of Daegon had manifested, and yet, they had suffered a tragic defeat.

Who killed the King of Tongcheon? Or was he really dead?

The Primordial Heavenly Lord began an investigation.

At that moment, someone came.

Although the Primordial Heavenly Lord had received a communication saying that someone had arrived, he ignored it, being too busy searching for the one who killed Daegon.

However, when that person claimed they had killed Daegon, the Primordial Heavenly Lord sensed danger and moved immediately.

He urgently evacuated all the immortals in Kunlun and ordered help from the real Kunlun.

Then, to assess the enemy’s situation, he remotely controlled a doll to meet with the one who had arrived.

While pretending to talk with her, he bought time, pulling all the resources of Kunlun to observe and analyze her identity.

Kunlun and Cheongyo, with all the power and knowledge they had accumulated, now revealed their true value in this situation.

The analysis ended quickly.

There, rather than malice, stood someone who was essentially standing in a place that mirrored this world.

And his judgment was correct.

The meaning of the news that the King of Tongcheon had died, the Primordial Heavenly Lord finally understood.

Though he still appeared human, inside that skin was someone who, even with all the powers of all worlds combined, might not just be incapable of defeating him but might not even be able to wound him.

The traces of the Jade Emperor and the King of Tongcheon mixed together, carrying a living weapon.

“At least.”

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A huge, unfit woman stood there, a contradiction, so it all seemed false.

So, as he had done so far, the Primordial Heavenly Lord began talking to find a gap.

Surprisingly, when he spoke, the monster responded sincerely, so he used that.

“Yes?”

“At least, I would like to know why you are attacking Kunlun. You blamed us through Bohyeonjin because someone you considered family died. Is it for revenge?”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord asked with knowledge of the tragedy.

Having lived so long, it meant he had overcome many tragedies. So, he asked the monster that looked like it had some human qualities.

Did we make a mistake? Did we just create a chain of vengeance?

But the monster shook its head.

“No. I don’t know much about the ways of the world, but I know a little about human morality. By that standard, the Cheonmasingyo I’m in was pure evil, and they were all people who deserved to die. If the era had progressed a little more, I could have separated those worth saving and corrected the living, but in this world, I can’t do that.”

To the Primordial Heavenly Lord, it sounded like this:

What you did was the right thing, and I don’t blame you for it.

“You blamed us, didn’t you?”

“If someone you considered family was killed, wouldn’t you do that much? So I don’t blame you. In the end, the wrong side was over there, and the right side is you.”

“No, even from a human perspective, excessive massacre is wrong. We didn’t separate you; we handled it as a whole. This is clearly our fault.”

This was his true intention but also a way to shake the monster in front of him. If the monster admitted to the crime, what kind of vicious acts might it commit?

He watched carefully with calm eyes to gauge the danger.

But the monster’s reaction was different from expected.

“You’re a good person.”

It was pure praise. It felt almost embarrassing, with nothing but truth in its words, making it difficult for the Primordial Heavenly Lord to bear.

“In the end, the bad side is this one.”

The monster crossed its arms.

“I know that the souls robbed of their warmth are discarded like trash, and even knowing that, I will continue to extend the Harvesters to gain warmth. Forever. Never stopping, until the cold within me fades away.”

In some eras, this is how it’s expressed.

Sociopath.

Someone who commits evil because of the suffering they endure, yet refuses to break, doing good instead.

Even if it’s a natural thing to be immersed in evil deeds due to suffering, from a strict good-evil logic, it remains an evil act.

Even if society does it and it’s the right thing for the times, evil is evil.

Otherwise, it would mean that ripping someone’s heart out in another culture is the right thing. Even if it's right in that era, it must be said that it’s not right.

The monster made that claim.

“So the ones you called family, I’ve already turned them into Harvesters. If you throw them into the trash and then take revenge, you’re shameless.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord thought about this, but found something in the traces.

Before pointing it out, the monster continued.

“You may shine brightly, but compared to Daegon, you’re no bigger than a speck of dust. It may be unfair to compare you to Daegon, who piled up sacrifices to grow his light. But you’re not big enough to gain warmth through such a fight.”

It was speaking about souls, and they both understood. The Primordial Heavenly Lord remembered the power of the souls Daegon had accumulated.

The one before him found that power so sweet, claiming that the small light within him was much less than expected. But the Primordial Heavenly Lord could guess what the next words would be.

“So. I fought Daegon with that small light. That knowledge. It’s really an admirable technique.”

The monster looked at him with greedy eyes, knowing that the path it walked was pure evil, but it didn’t care, continuing to commit sins for the things it needed.

“What will you do with this knowledge?”

“Everything I can.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord nodded at that.

Having judged that no more information could be obtained, he called upon various tools.

Countless sleek devices, more organic than mechanical, appeared and pointed at the monster.

“Then, I’ll do everything I can to stop you.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord stiffened his expression, pointed at the monster, and spoke.

“Ten thousand times gravity.”

Ignoring the flower base that surrounded the Outer God, the force of gravity, which pierced through the world, struck the monster.