Bab 103: Chapter 102: Lotus (10)
If this world is like a fish tank, then what exactly is the Ascension Gate? And what about Serving Command Palace?
'No, that's not it.'
I erase these wild speculations.
'Maybe this world is just naturally like this. Let's not overthink it.'
Above all, if this world is like a fish tank, then why would Ancestor Yang Su-jin return to this confined space?
Why would such a powerful being, who can tear through the void and come back down from the higher realms, do so?
'It's probably just the way this world is. Let's not get carried away with grandiose thoughts.'
Thinking too big might eventually lead to heart demons.
"...A world that's not spherical..."
After all, when you think about it, it's a world where Heavenly Being cultivators freely roam across the continents.
If the structure of such a world is exactly like Earth, that wouldn't make sense, would it?
How strong would the world have to be to withstand all that?
While I'm lost in thought.
"Ah, speaking of a spherical world, it reminds me of another fairy tale I read as a child."
"....?"
Buk Hyang-hwa points to the sky and says,
"In a fairy tale I read when I was young, it said that there are people that live in the Astral Realm far away, where the people cling to a spherical land.
Isn't it funny? Living on a spherical land. Would the people on the bottom side have to keep hanging on so they don't fall off?
I thought it was a fairy tale with really imaginative creativity."
I look up at the night sky, now beginning to be covered by darkness.
'The Astral Realm...'
A sky full of stars.
Maybe those stars are proper planets?
Is this world the only one with such a strange structure?
Or are there more worlds like this with equally peculiar structures?
If only this world is like this, why is it so bizarre?
I ponder a few more things, but it only makes my head feel more complicated.
'Enough. For now, there's no way to know.'
The best thing to do is to become a Heavenly Being and then check the structure of this world myself.
'Yes, let's focus on what's in front of us for now.'
I calm my mind and board the ship again with Buk Hyang-hwa, who has been admiring the sky at World's End for a while.
"Really, it's beautiful. The sky beneath our feet over there..."
"...Indeed."
"Sigh, shall we go now?"
"Yes. Clan head and Cheongmun Ryeong must be worried, let's return."
"Right, and if we're in the far western region... how long will it take to return to Byeokra?"
"At least a month or two, I would guess."
"My father will be worried."
Seeing her concern for her father, I ask.
"Originally, the prize for Miss Buk's wager was not the magic artifacts, but a tour with Miss Buk herself. How about we count this as a tour on this occasion?"
"Just hurrying back counts as a tour? Doesn't Cultivator Seo feel it's a pity?"
"What's there to regret? I'm originally a wanderer who used to travel around the world, so I've had plenty of tours."
At my words, she smiles softly and looks out at the night sea.
I sense a hint of regret in her intent.
"...On the way back, let's still take a little tour through places like Shengzi and Yanguo."
"Yes, that would be nice as well."
'....?'
'Why does it seem like she's still not cheered up?'
Her feelings of regret remain, leaving me puzzled.
A few days later.
We moved eastward, and we were finally able to reach the mountain range where the Golden Divine Heavenly Thunder Sect used to be.
"This place is called Shattered Heaven Peak in the mountain range where the Golden Divine Heavenly Thunder Sect was located. Miss Buk must have heard of it, right?"
Buk Hyang-hwa marvels at the scenic beauty of Shattered Heaven Peak.
'The places that were destroyed by me and Kim Young-hoon in my previous life are still intact, bringing back memories.'
Pointing to one of the peaks, she says,
"I've read about it in ancient texts. The highest peak used to house the Heavenly Lightning Banner, a sacred treasure of the Golden Divine Heavenly Thunder Sect. It was said to be an incredible immortal treasure.
As an artisan, it's a pity I never saw it. I wanted to see one of the Three Great Treasures of the world, but I only saw the ruined Nether Crossing Ship."
The Three Great Treasures refer to the sacred treasures of three sects that were renowned throughout the continent.
The Black Ghost Valley's Nether Crossing Ship.
The Heavenly Lightning Banner of the Golden Divine Heavenly Thunder Sect.
The Blue Sky Armor of the Azure Heaven Creation Sect.
Each of these treasures are either an immortal treasure or a unique dharma treasure that matches immortal treasures in significance.
Especially notable among them is the Heavenly Lightning Banner of the Golden Divine Heavenly Thunder Sect, which is a true immortal treasure, as per the legend that Golden Deity Yang Su-jin used it in the immortal realm.
Like the legend of the Nether Crossing Ship, which can traverse the realm of the dead, the Heavenly Lightning Banner is said to be able to artificially induce Heavenly Tribulations, its power and status evident even without seeing it firsthand.
'However, there's hardly any rumors about the Blue Sky Armor...'
Every time Azure Tiger Saint appears wearing that blue armor, it's likely the Blue Sky Armor, a unique dharma treasure, but it seems to have no special functions other than appearing solid.
Therefore, no one really knows much about the Blue Sky Armor.
It's a secret of the Cheongmun Clan, and as an outsider, it's clear they wouldn't inform me.
'Well, I don't really care about immortal treasures anyway.'
Buk Hyang-hwa is lost in thought, gazing endlessly at the highest peak of Shattered Heaven Peak, where the Thunder Banner was said to have resided.
Just then.
"Ah...!"
Below Shattered Heaven Peak.
Several elders and youths, who look to be gathering herbs below, respectfully bow to us flying on our magic artifact.
Buk Hyang-hwa asks in surprise,
"Why are those mortals bowing to us? We haven't done anything for them..."
"Hmm... Miss Buk, have you never been outside of Cheon-saek City?"
"Well, not exactly... I haven't really left the eastern part of Byeokra much. I did visit Yanguo. But that was just a short business trip for three days due to a magic artifact, and I hurried back..."
"Ah, I see."
I explain to her the mortal's perception of cultivators.
"In Cheon-saek City and eastern Byeokra, as it's the territory of the Gongmyo Clan, quality magic artifacts are abundant, attracting many cultivators.
As a result, mortals there are quite familiar with cultivators, whereas in Yanguo and Shengzi, the majority of mortals don't even know of the existence of cultivators, often thinking of them as immortals from legends."
"Ah, I see..."
'I guess I understand why Buk Joong-ho stayed quiet about the bet his daughter made with that Byeok Clan fellow, conditioning the bet on a tour.'
She seems too ignorant of the outside world.
"But, those people down there seem to be praying for something?"
"It seems so."
"Shouldn't we help them?"
After a moment of contemplation, I respond.
"Follow your heart."
After all, she's not a malevolent person and even generously offered water to travelers in the desert, so her intervention with mortals wouldn't be a problem.
Wo-woong!
She lowers the altitude of the flying artifact to approach those earnestly praying.
"Oh, look, immortals!"
"The immortals have responded to our prayers!"
"Immortals, please help our village!"
They plead in the language of Shengzi, and I translate for her.
"Oh dear. Elder, what seems to be the trouble?"
She asks the most earnest-looking elder, and I translate her words.
"What's the matter?"
Externally, it might seem arrogant, but considering my mental age, this elder honestly looks like a mere child to me.
'I'll be older than Yuan Li if this life goes on.'
With a self-mocking smile, I asked the elder, who hurriedly bows and answers.
"Ah, immortal! We wish you would help our village. Every fortnight, a centipede demon appears in our village, devouring young men and women of marriageable age.
We've reported to the authorities, but they've been silent. We invited martial experts to defeat it, but they all became food for the centipede demon!
Please, help us..."
'If they requested the authorities, the cultivator clans should have taken action...'
I sense something strange and listen to their story.
The village in the mountainous region of Seoak was peaceful until one day, a centipede demon began to appear, devouring young men and women every fortnight.
Although the demon seemed intelligent, it didn't understand other offerings, and after reporting to the authorities, suspicious-looking people visited the centipede. Yet since then, the authorities have ignored the village's pleas.
Overwhelmed with frustration, the village of Seoak invited martial art experts to capture the demon, but the experts were all devoured by the demon in turn, and their interference only provoked it to consume more villagers.
'After those suspicious people visited, the authorities pretended not to know anything?'
There must have been a deal between the cultivator clans and the demon.
After deducing this, I share my conclusions with Buk Hyang-hwa.
"What should we do, Miss? It seems like a complicated situation, do you want to help?"
After some contemplation, she nods.
"I want to help. As long as it doesn't interfere with Cultivator Seo's schedule."
"Haha, I have nothing urgent. If Miss Buk wishes to help, I will assist as well."
"Thank you."
After our discussion, we address the waiting elder and other herb gatherers.
"We will help. Lead the way."
"Thank you so much...!"
Following the elder's guidance, we disembark from the ship and head to Seoak village.
Many houses in the village are destroyed, and deep pits, seemingly the footprints of the centipede, are scattered around.
"Every time the centipede demon tries to attack, we try to stop it, but it just destroys anything in its way, finds the hidden young men and women, and devours them..."
"..."
"Because of this, many people have created hidden spaces in their homes to hide, or they are preparing to leave the village. If the immortals hadn't offered to help, our Seoak village might have been disbanded."
I ask the elder.
"Alright, do you know where this centipede demon lives?"
"There's a large cave beyond that peak, the demon lives deep inside it..."
Buk Hyang-hwa and I nod in agreement.
"Understood, we will go and check it out."
Crossing the peak mentioned by the elder, we arrive at the cave where the centipede is said to reside.
Human bones are scattered everywhere, and a tremendous energy looms within.
'So, it's a late Qi Building demon.'
I understand why the cultivator clans couldn't deal with this demon.
A late Qi Building demon is considered an elder-level among cultivator clans, even among the high-ranking elders.
It's unreasonable for Core Formation masters or venerable elders to intervene for mere mortal affairs.
Wo-woong!
As we enter the cave, the centipede demon's consciousness echoes in our consciousness.
[Who, are you?]
I stare into the darkness of the cave.
Something rustles inside, and soon a giant centipede reveals itself.
I also reply through consciousness to the centipede.
[Why are you attacking human villages and eating them? There are many other prey. Besides...]
Remembering the reaction of the fox demon, I say.
[Human flesh doesn't seem that tasty to your kind, so why specifically hunt for humans?]
The centipede rustles its antennae and replies.
[Human, flesh. If eaten, I can birth, offspring like me.]
[What?]
[I, am lonely. My kin don't have, same intellect, as me, when I have children, they live short lives.
Before, I had friends, I could talk to. One day, humans moving the heavens, take all away. Ones with strong energy were taken, and now, only I, alone.]
I listen to the centipede demon's story.
[So, I thought, if I eat people with intellect, my offspring too, will have it. Therefore, I ate those called maidens and bachelors, with pure blood among humans.]
Demon beasts are originally born by living long enough to obtain a Demon Core.
But how long can ordinary beasts live?
Typically, for an ordinary beast to become a demon beast, it either happens with extremely slim chances or they are born as special species like the Mighty Tiger Tribe, Holy Peng Tribe, or the Sea Dragon Tribe.
However, ordinary demon beasts, not being of such special species, don't necessarily inherit these traits.
Cultivators marrying each other have a higher chance of transmitting spiritual roots to their offspring.
That's why there are cultivator clans.
But what about demon beasts?
They are collectively called demon beasts but are in fact entirely different species, and it's incredibly difficult for the same species to meet.
Even if they mate, the chances of transmitting spiritual traits are lower than human cultivators.
And such a thing is not solved by eating human flesh.
[...Eating them won't make your offspring born with Demon Cores.]
[No, they surely will!]
[Who told you that?]
[My instinct! Humans, even without demon cores, are smart! Surely, if I eat smart humans...]
I interrupt the centipede.
[There's no such thing. The only way for your children to become like you is for them to survive long enough to awaken and embrace their spiritual nature and form their own Demon Cores.]
[No! Your kind, those with spiritual power, come to me, say they support me! They let, consume the village, ask for my shed skin in return!]
'It seems the cultivator clans left the centipede alone in exchange for its shed skin.'
For cultivator clans, the loss of one or two mortal villages are insignificant, and the centipede is unexpectedly powerful, so they pretended to support it while taking its shed skin.
[They just deceived you with their so-called support. Their encouragement doesn't suddenly make your offspring miraculous.]
[Lies! Don't lie! Stop!]
Upon hearing my words, the centipede suddenly contorts its body in anger.
[My offspring, all become, me! You two, pure maiden and bachelor, I eat you, it might possible!]
Rumble!
The centipede twists its body and emits poison.
I counter the poison with my spiritual power and look at Buk Hyang-hwa.
"It seems communication is futile. It looks like this creature has already consumed dozens of people..."
"Yes, it seems right to end its life."
She closes her eyes in sorrow, seeing the human bones scattered throughout the cave.
I grip my Formless Sword and take a step towards the centipede.
That's when it happens.
Screech!
The centipede lets out a scream, and thousands of bats fly out from deeper within the cave.
Simultaneously, other centipedes, snakes, scorpions, and numerous venomous creatures crawl out from all around.
Boom!
The centipede lunges at me, who has drawn the Formless Sword, and I am thrown outside the cave.
The creature, sensing my Pure Spiritual Power, attacks me first, and the venomous creatures summoned by the centipede rushes towards her.
"Miss Buk, are you alright?"
I shout to her, who is being targeted by the venomous creatures, and Buk Hyang-hwa silently activates her storage device.
Thud, thud!
Thud thud thud thud!
Dozens of flying sword magic artifacts, mirrors, lutes, bells, daggers, wheels, looms, drums, and hundreds of other magic artifacts burst out from her storage device, filling the space around her.
"Don't worry about me."
Rumble!
Numerous magic artifacts simultaneously activate, emitting light.
"I always keep my bag well-stocked."
As she speaks, flying swords and numerous magic artifacts fly out in all directions, repelling the venomous creatures and scattering powerful spells.
"Hah..."
I chuckle at the sight of her pulling out countless magic artifacts and scattering them around.
'No need to worry about her.'
I raise my Formless Sword, facing the giant centipede spreading a toxic mist in front of me.
[It's unfortunate about your offspring, but the humans you've eaten were innocent and eating them has nothing to do with your offspring gaining spiritual nature. Yet, you insist on continuing to eat people, leaving me no choice.]
Whirr!
I swing the Formless Sword.
In an instant, the sword transforms, clearing away all the toxic mist and striking the centipede fiercely.
'Tough.'
The centipede's carapace is quite hard.
'Even though I swung to clear the mist rather than to attack, I didn't expect it to block it in one go...'
Of course, the centipede, having taken a hit from the Formless Sword, is spewing venomous blood and staggering.
It clearly isn't in good shape.
"Goodbye."
I descend towards the centipede, embedding the Formless Sword into its head.
Boom!
It isn't much of a battle.
A Core Formation level Formless Sword.
For a late Qi Building centipede demon, it really isn't a match.
[Screech, screech...]
Despite having the Formless Sword embedded in its head, the centipede demon struggles a few times.
[My... offspring... my children...]
It murmurs and spews venomous blood for a moment.
[I... won't, die, easily...]
Whirr!
A wave radiates from the centipede's head, spreading around.
The wave reaches the venomous creatures summoned by the centipede, and those attacking Buk Hyang-hwa suddenly scatter in all directions.
'That just now...'
Knowing demon language, I could understand the wave emitted by the centipede.
'This demon... ordered the venomous creatures to continue attacking the village.'
Starting tonight, the venomous creatures will begin attacking the village.
"You ended it quickly."
"Hmm, Miss, are you still thinking of making me a magic artifact after seeing that?"
"Ahaha, it's a matter of pride for me. I will definitely make it."
She clenches her fists and nods.
"Now that the centipede demon is dead, I have something to say."
I explain the final command the centipede demon had given to the venomous creatures.
"Since we've agreed to help, we should take care of those venomous creatures too. Miss, do you have any ideas?"
"Hmm..."
After pondering for a moment, Buk Hyang-hwa quickly comes up with a solution.
"Such a command ability typically lasts 3 to 5 months, maybe up to half a year at most. So, we can set up a protective magic artifact in the village that operates for about half a year?
Since the venomous creatures attack only at night, we can just prevent them from leaving the village during the night. If they can hold out for about half a year, the rest should naturally resolve itself."
"Oh..."
It seems a magic artisan can be quite useful in this regard.
"That's a good idea."
"Yes, but..."
She looks around inside the cave and says,
"Shall we collect the remains?"
I call the people of Seoak village, extract the poison from the cave with my spell, and let them enter to collect the remains of their relatives.
"Thank you, thank you so much..."
The village chief, in tears, retrieves his son's remains, takes my hand, and bows deeply.
"Really... thank you..."
"It's nothing."
I calmly accept the chief's gratitude and inform him about the final command the centipede demon had given to the venomous creatures.
"That... how..."
"Don't worry, my friend here will resolve that issue in a few days."
I point to Buk Hyang-hwa, who is also receiving thanks from the villagers.
"And I'll guard against the venomous creatures' intrusion for those few days."
"Ah...! Thank you!"
The village chief bows to me and then to Buk Hyang-hwa.
She doesn't understand the language of Shengzi but responds with a warm smile to the chief's gratitude.
All the remains have been collected.
"Let's return to the village now."
"Just a moment, Cultivator Seo."
"Yes?"
Buk Hyang-hwa points to the centipede demon's corpse, which had fallen down the valley below.
"Could you accompany me down there?"
"Of course."
We approach the vicinity of the centipede demon's body.
"Is there something you need? Oh, are you looking for materials for your magic artifact?"
"Um..."
She gazes at the centipede demon for a while, then smiles faintly.
"No, it's not that. I was just thinking of burying this demon as well."
Buk Hyang-hwa approaches the centipede demon and continues,
"After all, this demon was a mother to its offspring. Though it was a heinous demon that devoured innocent mortals, its actions were driven by maternal love, making it hard to view it as pure evil. And..."
She fiddles with her jade norigae as she speaks.
"It somehow reminds me of my own mother."
"I understand. Let's bury it together."
We simultaneously use earth spells to bury the centipede demon.
Afterwards, Buk Hyang-hwa takes a glass bracelet from her storage device and places it on the grave.
'It's said in Byeokra, that they place glass artifacts on the graves of the deceased...'
"Now let's go."
"Yes."
I follow Buk Hyang-hwa, taking one last look at the grave she had made for the centipede demon, with the glass bracelet glistening on top.
Seoak village is in a festive mood.
Having collected the remains of the deceased and after a period of mourning, the absence of fear and the prospect of not having to flee the village seems to greatly uplift the villagers.
"We plan to hold a modest village festival, combining it with a memorial service for the deceased. Would the two immortals kindly grace the festival with your presence?"
I convey the chief's words to Buk Hyang-hwa, who expresses curiosity and agrees to attend.
"Miss Buk agrees to participate."
"Understood. And Sir Immortal...?"
The village chief asks me.
'Should I participate...?'
Not particularly interested in festivals, I hesitate.
"If your partner participates, why should you hesitate, Sir? Hehe."
"...We are not exactly partners."
"Oh, I see. You haven't married yet?"
"No, Miss Buk is actually betrothed to someone else."
"Oh, I apologize."
"It's fine. I will guard the outskirts of the village against the venomous creatures while you prepare for the festival."
After explaining the festival to Buk Hyang-hwa, I head to the outskirts of the village.
The sun is about to set.
"Hmm?"
At this time, I notice a little girl outside the village holding a book.
"Child, go back to the village. The festival is about to start."
"Oh, Sir Immortal."
The child looks at me and replies,
"I'm waiting for my sister. She said she will back soon."
"Is that so? Where did your sister go?"
"My sister went over that mountain! She said she will come back after working at a rich house over that mountain!"
The mountain the child points to is where the centipede had lived.
"..."
I look at the child innocently holding the book and waiting, unsure of what to say, and fall silent for a moment.
"By the way, what's that book?"
"Oh, it's a book filled with old stories. My sister said she will read it to me when she returns, so I'm waiting here."
I look at the child with a bittersweet feeling.
"It's late now, why don't you go inside?"
"I'll wait a little longer. The adults in the village said, 'Many people have returned today.' My sister will come back too."
"Child. Let me read the book to you."
"Um... I wanted my sister to read it to me..."
"I'm an immortal, aren't I? If I read it to you, it will bring you blessings."
The child looks at me with innocent eyes and asks,
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Then please read it."
I take the storybook from the child and use an earth spell to lift some soil, creating chairs for us to sit on.
"Wow..."
"Interesting, isn't it? Sit down. I'll read it to you."
I open the storybook.
Then, feeling as if my eyeballs are about to pop out, I involuntarily gasp.
"What...!"
On the first page of the book, there is a subtitle,
<Chapter One, The Ender's Tale>.
Bab 104: Chapter 103: Lotus (11)
"The Ender's Tale...?"
It's when I'm looking at the storybook with trembling eyes.
"Sir Immortal...?"
"...Ah, sorry. I'll read it to you."
I read the storybook.
The contents of the storybook are roughly as follows:
Once upon a time, there was a Supreme Deity who ruled the heavens.
The Supreme Deity had seven beloved disciples, and one day, they had a great dispute with the Supreme Deity.
The disciples left the heavenly realm ruled by the Supreme Deity and descended to the human world.
The Supreme Deity, seeing that the seven disciples did not obey his command, called them Enders.
But the human world was harsh, and the seven Enders shed tears of pain, longing for the heavenly realm.
Seeing this, the Supreme Deity created a path to ascend to the heavens so that the seven disciples could return, and made it possible for them to reach the heavens by walking this path.
It is said that the seven Enders walked the heavenly path laid by the Supreme Deity, returned to the heavenly realm he ruled, and lived happily beside him, assisting him.
This is the rough storyline of this tale.
And then.
Shiver, shiver!
For some reason, I feel a surge of disgust and fear rising from deep within my soul, taking over my body.
I feel goosebumps all over my body for some reason.
Why?
This tale itself is a kind of fairy tale, intended to teach children the lesson 'not to leave home recklessly.'
But.
'Why?'
I feel something ominous in every single line of this tale.
Especially at the end of the tale, the part where the Enders happily lived beside the Supreme Deity, it felt like chills were covering my whole body as soon as I read it.
"Sir Immortal, are you okay?"
The child, looking worried, tugs at my arm.
"Ah...!"
I suddenly realize that I'm in a greatly shrunken posture with a distorted expression.
"It's okay. Just... feeling a bit unwell, don't worry too much."
'What is this?'
I felt this emotion surge from a place deeper than my soul, in response to a sentence and content I have never seen before.
Something is strange.
What exactly is this story?
'Is there something else hidden in this book or on the paper?'
After reading "The Ender's Tale," I move on to the next story.
'Ah, this is a tale I know.'
Fortunately, from the second story onwards, they are ordinary tales that I read before.
Like the story of a man who threw himself onto the ice to catch a carp for his mother to eat on a midwinter day.
Or the story of an old man who built a pagoda to offer a ritual to fate.
These were tales conveying the lesson 'sincerity reaches the heavens,' which I had seen before, and this time I read the tales to the child comfortably without feeling strange.
Just then..
'Hm? This is also a story I've never seen before...'
The thirteenth chapter, "The Tale of the People of the Spherical Land," is also a story I haven't read.
'Ah, this is...'
It's the story of the content that Buk Hyang-hwa had narrated.
It said that people live in a place called the Astral Realm, and they live attached to a spherical land.
"Wow, how do people live attached to the land? People living under the round part would fall down, wouldn't they?"
"...Indeed."
I smile bitterly and turn the last pages of the storybook.
The last chapter of the storybook is about "World's End," which I had seen before.
It's about stories like if you go to the east, west, north, and south of the world, you would reach the World's End, and something like the World Shield Force surrounding the world.
And, in the last chapter, there's a map roughly showing what this world looks like.
'This is...'
In the center of the map, there's a large desert, and in the center of the desert, something like a small island is drawn.
To the left of the desert are countries that seem to be Byeokra, Yanguo, and Shengzi.
To the right are various states.
To the top, a large grassland.
To the bottom, an endless sea is drawn.
And, at the ends of each east, west, north, and south, there are clear boundary lines, and beyond these boundary lines, the sun, moon, stars, etc., are drawn.
'Is this... the entirety of this world...hmm?'
Suddenly, I notice something very small drawn outside the map, a cylindrical object, and my eyes widen.
"Serving Command Palace...? Is it also mentioned here? Huh..."
For a simple countryside storybook, the content is too detailed.
And then, I suddenly notice another strange aspect of the storybook.
"Sir Immortal, look at this. The sun and the moon here~"
The child points to the sun and the moon marked outside the map and says,
"They look just like eyes!"
"..."
The map depicts the sun and the moon like eyeballs.
Inside the golden sun, there are things like blood vessels and a pupil that is hard to see unless observed closely, and the silver moon is the same.
The pupils of both the sun and the moon are facing the continent inside the map.
Shiver, shiver!
As soon as I recognize these as 'eyeballs,' I feel chills running through my body again.
'What in the world is this place...?'
Suddenly, the setting sun and the rising moon in the distance feel terrifyingly ominous.
'...No, it can't be. It's just a book that a child in the countryside has. The person who made this book must have drawn it just for fun...'
I force a laugh, driving away the terrifying thoughts that came to my mind.
'But why, in a country child's book, is there a map with Serving Command Palace and even the Ascension Path of Heaven-Treading Desert precisely drawn...?'
Crack...
Even after closing the book, the faint pupils drawn in the sun and moon don't leave my mind.
What did the person who made this book want to convey?
And, is there a hidden secret in this book?
"Could you give me this book?"
"Huh? No! I have to read it with my sister when she comes!"
"Hmm..."
I make a troubled expression.
'How, is there no way...'
The girl seems quite stubborn.
Then, I see the sun setting in the distance.
'Night will fall soon.'
It's when venomous creatures will start to gather.
"By the way, child, shouldn't you go inside now? It's dangerous to wander outside at night."
"Umm... I'm waiting for my sister..."
"There's a festival in the village today, don't you want to see it?"
"Umm..."
After a moment of thought, the little girl holds my hand and says,
"I'll go if you come with me, Sir Immortal!"
"Umm...? I..."
"If Sir Immortal doesn't go, I won't go either!"
Eventually, I sigh and collapse the earthen chair I had created with a spell.
"Fine, fine. I'll go too."
Soon after, I form another spell and creat an earthen doll.
Murmur, murmur...
Using the Yin Soul Ghost Incantation, I cast a small curse and graft it into the earthen doll.
"Wow, Sir Immortal. What is that doll? It looks creepy..."
"...It's a cursed doll."
Yin Soul Ghost Incantation includes a method to create cursed dolls and manipulate them remotely through curses.
I could cast curses through the cursed doll, and also input actions by infusing one or two curses.
The founder of Yin Soul Ghost Incantation, who handled 108 curses simultaneously, was said to have created a human-like doll, infusing it with 108 curses and manipulating it just like a real person.
Woosh!
The curse-infused doll wriggles awkwardly and stands at the edge of the village in my place.
"That will stand guard in my place."
If something crosses the village boundary, the cursed doll will send a signal, and I can sense it and eliminate it from a distance.
"Wow... Sir Immortal, you are really cool!"
"Ha ha, now that you've seen something interesting, let's hurry into the village."
I take the child's hand and enter the village together.
At the same time, forming another spell, I create three more earthen dolls, infuse them with curses, and send them to the four corners of the village.
This should be enough for the defense.
"Oh my, is Cultivator Seo also participating in the festival?"
Buk Hyang-hwa, dressed in traditional festival attire of a pure white gown, sees me walking with the girl.
Following the festival's rules, she only has a simple hairpin as her head decoration, like the other women in the village.
"Yes, thanks to this child."
"Wow, it's an Immortal maiden!"
The child approaches Buk Hyang-hwa and admires her dressed in the village's traditional attire.
Although her appearance is not particularly outstanding, dressed in white and looking neat, she appears quite beautiful.
"Ah, is Sir Immortal also participating in the festival?"
The village chief and some village men approach and ask.
"Yes, but... is there a problem?"
"No! Not at all. Just wondering if you've heard about the mountain festivals?"
"Yes, I'm aware. Great Stone Ceremony, Recounting Celebration Ceremony, Twin Immortals Dance. These three festivals are the most famous, aren't they?"
"Yes. This festival is the Twin Immortals Dance festival among them. After people were taken by harmful beasts, we always perform the Twin Immortals Dance ritual to console our hearts and minds."
In the mountainous regions of Shengzi, there's the Great Stone Ceremony, held once a year when lightning covers the entire mountainous area,
Recounting Celebration Ceremony, a festival of scholars reciting classics and scholarly works, hosted by Shengzi, known for its scriptures and academia.
And the Twin Immortals Dance festival, famous for praying that such incidents of people being taken by beasts or monsters never happen again, if they do occur in the mountainous regions.
"I am aware. Oh, but to participate in the Twin Immortals Dance festival, don't all participants need to wear the same outfit..."
I realize there might not be any spare clothes if I decide to participate on such a short notice.
"That's alright. We can get clothes that fit you from the young men of similar stature..."
"Well, never mind then. If that's the case, I might as well not participate."
You're saying that, but aren't you really saying not to participate?
That's when Buk Hyang-hwa approaches me and asks.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, I don't have clothes to participate in the festival, so I've decided not to participate."
Upon hearing my words, she chuckles and says,
"Oh, was that the problem? Please tell the village chief. I'll make clothes for Cultivator Seo."
"Um...? What do you mean by that?"
"Ah, please tell him quickly."
Although I'm confused, I relay her words to the village chief, who laughs heartily, nods, and then leaves.
"No, Miss Buk. The festival is about to start..."
"It's alright, just stretch out your arms."
She quickly takes out a tool resembling a tape measure from her storage device, measures my body, and then takes something else out.
Boom!
Bang!
From her storage device, something like a small model house pops out and then drops in front of us with a bang.
"This, this is..."
"It's my portable workshop. Just wait for a moment. I'll make it quickly and bring it to you."
After a while, there are sounds of rapid movement inside her workshop, and she comes out with a white Daoist robe.
"...Is this a pre-made outfit from inside the workshop?"
I ask, glancing inside the workshop, astonished by the unreal production speed.
"Why would I have this region's traditional clothing in the workshop? Stop fussing and try it on."
"Huh..."
'Is this what they call Extraordinary Pattern Law Talent...'
Those with a natural talent for 'making' things.
I don't know about ordinary magic artifacts, but it seems she would whip up something like clothes in no time.
I'm momentarily astounded by the speed, receive the clothes, and change inside her workshop.
The outfit I received is a flowing white robe. Even the shoes match perfectly, making me look like a white heron to an outsider.
"Hmm, it suits Cultivator Seo quite well, doesn't it?"
"Hmm, thank you. Miss Buk, you look quite fitting as well."
"Oh, thank you."
Boom!
She then shrinks her portable workshop and puts it back into her storage device.
I head towards the site of the festival that's about to begin.
There, the village chief is busily overseeing the festival preparations.
"Ah, Sir Immortal. You've arrived. Ha ha, you look good. How many times have you seen the Twin Immortals Dance?"
"Ah, actually, this is my first time. Until now, I've only read about the festival in ancient texts."
The village chief strokes his beard and nods.
"It's an honor for our village to show Sir Immortal his first Twin Immortals Dance."
"It's an honor for me as well to witness such a long-standing tradition."
"The festival has been passed down for sixteen hundred years in the mountainous regions of Shengzi. I hope you enjoy it."
I ask, surprised.
"Sixteen hundred years... It's quite a historically deep-rooted festival, isn't it?"
"Yes. As legend has it, long ago, two immortals defeated a notorious demon in these mountains, and the Twin Immortals Dance began from the dance they performed together.
That's why, when people are taken by monsters or harmful beasts, we perform the festival, praying for the miraculous power of those immortals so that such tragedies never happen again."
The village chief suddenly looks overwhelmed with emotion and wipes his tears as he speaks.
"Until now, the village was too close to the habitat of the centipede demon, so when people were taken, we couldn't even think about recovering their bodies, let alone hold a festival with any hope.
But now, just like the legendary immortals, two immortals appeared and saved our village, and I can't tell you how moved I am."
I listen to the village chief's words while watching the festival preparations.
Soon after, as the sun sets, the festival begins.
The women and elders of the village play the drum and zither, while others pluck the pipa at home.
The music, though, is not too frivolous, befitting a festival that mixes the atmosphere of comforting the deceased with a gentle melody.
Then, young men and women gather in the center of the village.
All dressed in the same white robes, the village women approach the young men and women, distributing a paper fan to each.
Whether these fans are from their homes or not, they are all different in shape and equally worn out.
Some even just folded roughly when there weren't enough fans.
Flutter, flutter!
On both sides of the clearing, scrolls depicting the two immortals from the distant past are unfurled.
Then, the village chief prays for the souls of the deceased at the front of the clearing, asking for the miraculous power of the two immortals to prevent such tragedies from happening again.
And so, the dance begins.
The Twin Immortals Dance is literally a dance where pairs of men and women, each holding a fan, dance together.
Interestingly, at the beginning of the festival, the women's faces were covered with white cotton cloths, making it hard to recognize each other.
'Ah, Miss Buk has completely withdrawn her divine consciousness.'
It seems like it wouldn't be fun if we both have our domain of consciousness, as we would recognize each other instantly.
Thinking like that, I, too, close my eyes and transform my consciousness into the Formless Sword.
Pairs start forming in the clearing.
I drift around the edge without partnering up, launching my Formless Sword into the distance.
Swoosh!
A venomous creature, caught by the cursed doll's detection and trying to enter the village, is struck by the Formless Sword and bursts.
Boom, boom!
I dance casually, focusing more on the defense of the village from the center.
Until Buk Hyang-hwa creates her magic artifact in a few days, it's only right that I do my best to protect the village.
'I should practice my footwork around the edges.'
While I'm practicing footwork similar to the Twin Immortals Dance around the edges,
'Hmm?'
In the distance, someone is drifting around like me, heading my way.
'Why are you drifting around, too?'
She seemed eager to participate in the festival.
I approach Buk Hyang-hwa, who is awkwardly practicing her dance moves.
As I approach her, she recognizes me somehow and looks at me.
"Is that you, Cultivator Seo?"
"Indeed, it's Miss Buk. Why are you drifting around here? I thought you were eager to participate in the festival."
"Ah, that... the dance is difficult."
She laughs awkwardly. Curiosity strikes me, and I ask.
"By the way, how did you recognize me with the cotton cloth covering your face?"
She hid her consciousness inside her head, like mortals, to enjoy the festival. She couldn't have used her consciousness but she recognized me instantly.
'With the cotton cloth covering the front, you can only see the sides and the feet of the person in front of you...'
"How could I not recognize you, Cultivator Seo? The clothes, the shoes, I made them all. Why wouldn't I recognize them?"
She retorts.
"And how did you recognize me, Cultivator Seo? My face IS covered, and there was no feeling of consciousness."
"Ah, that..."
I begin to respond while matching her dance moves.
"I remember your breathing, heartbeat, body shape, scent, shape of your hands, and so on. Even if your face is covered, those things don't change."
At my words, she's taken aback and asks.
"Why in the world would you remember such things?"
"Ah, that's because..."
I'm about to say 'it's a habit from when I reached the peak' but realize it sounds odd.
Even if I meant the peak of martial arts, she probably isn't interested in the realms of martial arts.
'It sounds a bit perverted...'
Should I just say it's a usual habit?
'I usually memorize people's breathing, heartbeat, body shape, scent, and so on...'
Somehow, that also feels incredibly creepy.
'Why am I even worrying about this?'
It's not only about people, but I also apply this sense to the surrounding environment, so I never felt it was strange.
'Well, let's keep it simple...'
I choose the most normal-sounding answer I can think of.
"It's just that Miss Buk, you are particularly memorable."
'Yes, this should sound normal enough.'
We gradually match our dance steps, moving from the edge of the clearing towards the center.
'Is something wrong?'
I glance at her.
Buk Hyang-hwa has said nothing in response to my answer.
'Hmm? Is she feeling unwell?'
For some reason, her neck above her clothes is flushed red.
"Miss Buk, are you alright?"
"..."
"Miss Buk?"
"Stop talking, Daoist Seo. The dance is complicated enough without you confusing me."
"Ha ha, sorry about that."
The tips of the fans we are holding brush against each other.
At the same time, my Formless Sword encircles the village, driving away the venomous creatures rushing towards it.
I step to the left three times, completing a full circle.
Buk Hyang-hwa moves just like me, also turning a full circle, and once again, our fan tips brush against each other.
Before we knew it, we had entered the center of the clearing, and the second act of the dance began.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
The young men of the village began to remove the white cotton cloths covering the faces of their dancing partners.
I, following the others, remove the cloth covering Buk Hyang-hwa's face.
"Ah... Finally, I can see."
She seems overheated from the cloth, her face flushed and warm.
Once again, our fan tips brush against each other.
We take another three steps to the right, completing another circle.
My Formless Sword as well circles the village, forming several overlapping rings and scattering in all directions with numerous transformations, repelling the venomous creatures.
In the center of the village, numerous torches, the drumming, the zither, and the plucking pipas resonate, along with the footsteps of the youth.
"Miss Buk, even though you can see, you seem to be struggling with the dance. Are you not good with physical movements?"
"Are you teasing me about being uncoordinated, Daoist Seo? Considering how you couldn't even dress properly, you're not one to talk, are you?"
"Ha ha, my apologies."
Our fan tips brush several times, and we chuckle, teasing each other amidst the unique festival of the mountainous region.
Some are laughing, some are crying, and some are beating the drums.
Others are praying in front of the scrolls depicting the two immortals.
On the scroll is an immortal wielding a spear and an immortal with a ribbed fan, depicted after they had defeated the evil demon.
The two immortals, having laid down their weapons, were drawn dancing in a circle, holding fans.
The immortal with cloth covering their face and the other with the ribbed fan were only depicted with their mouths, but both were smiling gently at each other.
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