“Huu.”
Having achieved victory over the Spear-Wielder, Bu Eunseol let out a turbid breath.
Unlike his fight with the Fist Man, he had claimed victory over the Spear-Wielder without sustaining any major injuries.
Of course, this was not so much due to an increase in his martial prowess as it was because he had obtained the Wind-Cloud Divine Qi in the interim.
‘The applications of Wind-Cloud Divine Qi are truly endless.’
It had merely been intended to heal his body yet once Wind-Cloud Divine Qi fused with his body, his martial level had risen beyond all control.
‘However…’
When the Spear-Wielder engaged in the internal energy contest, he had unleashed a bizarre power that was neither martial arts nor sorcery, and in the final moment, he used his own blood to shatter the mysterious function of the Heart Mirror Technique Formation.
Since they were subordinates of the True Demon—beings whose abilities were dismissed as absurd legends—it was not particularly surprising that they possessed unknown hidden techniques or powers.
‘The Spear-Wielder was on a similar level to the Fist Man, who sits at the very bottom of the Eight Human Heavens.’
Just like the Four Gods and Seven Kings, even among those seated at the same table, there were said to be vast differences in skill.
Which meant that battles against the other Human Heavens might not end as easily as this one.
‘If it hadn’t been for the inner core, suppressing the spreading poison would have been difficult.’
He would soon have to detoxify the poison from the Supreme Corps members while evading the eyes of the Martial Venerable.
If it were revealed beforehand that he had reached the Poison Body constitution, it would cause problems. Moreover, if it became known that he could wield poison energy, he might lose the chance to deliver a decisive blow in the future.
It was best to keep his claws hidden unless he faced a true life-or-death crisis.
“Bu Eunseol.”
At that moment, Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo, who had been watching, approached him.
“What in the world happened? How…?”
Myo Cheonwoo could not continue.
The moment he met Bu Eunseol’s eyes—still blazing with the lingering heat of battle—a chilling sensation swept over him, as though his blood had frozen solid.
It felt like an ice-cold grip squeezing his heart.
The being standing before him wore human form, yet in truth he resembled some entity crouched within an endless abyss.
“This is why I told you never to neglect your martial training.”
At that moment, Bu Eunseol gazed into the distant sky and spoke calmly.
“Because the enemies we must face are exactly like that one.”
Hearing his low, composed voice, their frozen bodies finally thawed.
—So this is the level…
Myo Cheonwoo and Yoo Unryong exchanged glances and swallowed hard.
Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had already far surpassed anything they had imagined.
“You seemed to recognize him. Who was he?”
Yoo Unryong, recovering first, asked, “How has the identity of such a master remained unknown to the martial world?”
“He is one of the Eight Human Heavens. All of them are grandmasters who have reached the Limitless Realm.”
“Eight Human Heavens?”
“Yes. Since he wields a spear, he is likely the Spear-Wielder.”
Bu Eunseol let out a snort.
“In any case, I have already summoned a grand council of the Death Shadow Corps captains. I will explain everything in detail then.”
“I’m curious. Just tell me now.”
At Yoo Unryong’s words, Bu Eunseol shook his head.
“Not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because we need to move.”
Bu Eunseol looked at the disheveled Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo, then spoke firmly.
“Follow me.”
The place Bu Eunseol led them to was a small lakeside near West Lake.
There stood a modest pavilion, and in front of it waited a middle-aged man accompanied by a single escort warrior.
He wore a long robe that reached his knees, a jade-ornamented belt, and black leather shoes.
His eyes were profound, filled with the light of wisdom, and his entire bearing exuded an aloof yet unyielding integrity.
It was none other than the Grand Secretary of the Inner Cabinet, Yoo Jeongpung.
Tak.
At that moment, three blood-soaked figures arrived before the pavilion.
Bu Eunseol, Yoo Unryong, and Myo Cheonwoo.
“This disciple Bu Eunseol pays respects to Your Excellency.”
Bu Eunseol stepped forward first and bowed.
His courteous demeanor carried deep respect and admiration for Yoo Jeongpung.
Not merely because he was one of the few incorruptible officials in the court, but because he was the father of a friend more precious than life itself.
Moreover, at Yoo Unryong’s request in the past, he had submitted a memorial to the Emperor on Bu Eunseol’s behalf. He owed the man a great debt.
“Martial Soul Command Lord.”
Yoo Jeongpung stroked his splendid beard and nodded.
“I have heard you are called the peerless genius who shakes the world… Truly a dragon among men.”
“Please speak plainly, Your Excellency.”
Bu Eunseol held an extremely high position in the martial world, and due to his complex master-disciple lineage, his seniority was also considerable. But at this moment, he presented himself merely as an ordinary martial practitioner.
“Very well. Why have you summoned this official here?”
At those words, Bu Eunseol turned and looked silently at Yoo Unryong, who had been quietly observing the situation.
‘Ah…’
Yoo Unryong swallowed a bitter sigh inwardly.
He had wondered why his father—who had never practiced martial arts—had left the manor and was standing alone by this distant lake.
But Bu Eunseol had calculated even the time needed to drive the Spear-Wielder away and had summoned Yoo Jeongpung here in advance.
“This friend was about to leave abruptly, so despite the impropriety, I had no choice but to invite Your Excellency here.”
He bowed once more with utmost courtesy.
“Then I shall take my leave first.”
Yoo Jeongpung smiled warmly and spoke in a low voice.
“Martial Soul Command Lord.”
As Bu Eunseol turned, Yoo Jeongpung continued softly.
“Please take good care of him.”
The words carried many layered meanings.
Having grasped those myriad implications, Bu Eunseol bowed once again.
“Yes.”
Then, supporting the barely standing Myo Cheonwoo, he nodded to Yoo Unryong.
“I’ll go ahead.”
Pat.
With a single movement technique, he vanished into the distant sky.
The father and son watched the two disappear,
“…”
and when their eyes met, they awkwardly turned away.
“Uncle Jang asked me to… so I came for a moment.”
Yoo Unryong said with his head bowed.
“The assassin sent by the Eastern Division was dealt with by my friend… and since he handled such a master with ease, the Empress Dowager will no longer act recklessly.”
Yoo Unryong’s clothes were covered in blood and dust, his hair disheveled.
To anyone’s eyes, he looked like someone who had narrowly escaped death.
“…”
For a moment, ripples passed through Yoo Jeongpung’s eyes.
It was painfully clear that his son had risked his life fighting a deadly foe to save him from danger.
If not for the Martial Soul Command Lord, he would almost certainly have died—perhaps already crossed the threshold of hell.
Yet here he stood, wearing such a calm expression before his father.
Just like in childhood, when he never showed the slightest pain.
With a deep sigh, Yoo Jeongpung asked, “Is that why you came?”
Yoo Unryong hesitated briefly before answering.
“Since you did not refuse my earnest request before… I simply could not turn a blind eye to Your Excellency’s danger.”
Not all the lingering resentment had been resolved.
But just as his father had not refused his plea, he too had not ignored his father’s peril.
“I see. Understood.”
“Then…”
Unable to meet Yoo Jeongpung’s gaze directly, Yoo Unryong bowed deeply.
Then quietly executed a movement technique and departed.
“Take care of yourself.”
He left behind a murmur so soft it was barely audible—yet Yoo Jeongpung, with his exceptionally sharp hearing, caught it.
“You’re still not honest.”
Yoo Jeongpung murmured lowly as he gazed in the direction Yoo Unryong had vanished.
“Just like your father.”
Though they had not yet fully cleared the air between them… perhaps next time they met, they could share a drink.
***
Majeon, Suppressed Demon Pavilion, Grand meeting hall.
For the first time in a while, all the core leaders had gathered for a full grand council meeting.
Today’s agenda concerned not only the Death Shadow Corps but would also be transmitted to the Martial Soul Society and the Supreme Corps unit of the Martial Alliance—matters of utmost importance.
Because they would discuss and explain a new force capable of shaking the entire martial world’s balance.
“…That is the Eight Human Heavens.”
Bu Eunseol detailed everything he had learned so far:
The True Demon and his kin, the Three Attendants, the Four Divine Heavens, and the Eight Human Heavens.
…
The leaders sat frozen, mouths agape.
What Bu Eunseol had told them denied and shattered everything they had known about martial history.
“If that is true, shouldn’t we inform the entire martial world right now?” Jo Namcheon cautiously suggested. “The martial artists also have the right to know about such a situation.”
When Bu Eunseol remained silent,
“If the Human Heavens were the end of it, I would have agreed.”
The reply came from Wi Cheongyeong.
“But above them stand the Four Divine Heavens, and even further the Three Sovereigns and the True Demon himself. Even the Human Heavens have yet to fully reveal themselves.”
Wi Cheongyeong shook his head while looking at Jo Namcheon.
“The martial world won’t believe in the True Demon, let alone stories of the Eight Human Heavens.”
Then Bu Eunseol finally spoke.
“It is not only for that reason.”
He looked around at everyone and continued.
“Sometimes, ignorance is the very act that protects the innocent.”
“I see.”
Wi Cheongyeong nodded as if he understood.
“Perhaps that is why the heads of the martial world have never spread word of the True Demon.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
There are things in this world that people are better off never knowing.
Keeping certain information secret is one way to protect the good and innocent.
If every person in the world learned about a certain organization?
They would no longer maintain secrecy and might commit atrocities openly and without restraint.
“Indeed.” Jo Namcheon nodded. “If such things were revealed, even the balance the martial world has maintained until now would collapse entirely.”
Myo Cheonwoo, who had been listening quietly, folded his arms.
“Then the reason the supreme masters—including the Demon Emperor—repeatedly enter secluded training… must be because such beings exist.”
His piercing remark drew nods from everyone.
The strongest figures of the current era all repeatedly entered seclusion for training.
No one had ever understood why but now they knew the truth.
For all this time, unimaginable powerhouses had been lurking in the martial world.
From the perspective of the Righteous and Demonic Twin Heavenly Emperors, once aware of their existence, sitting idly would have been impossible.
“Truly, there is a heaven above the heavens…”
Won Semun, who had been listening silently, muttered bitterly.
“Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss…”
At those words, everyone fell into grave silence once more.
The common dream of martial artists was to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the strongest of the current era.
Yet learning that beings existed far beyond even that dream… made all their past efforts feel utterly futile.
“Moreover, the fact that the Baekri family has constantly opposed that True Demon entity and created the Three Realms that dominate the martial world…”
Death Spirit Corps Leader, Mu Heon also shook his head, visibly shocked.
“In the end, the martial world is no different from being ruled by hidden forces possessing power beyond imagination that have never been revealed until now.”
His voice carried a hint of wariness toward the Baekri family.
Of course, he spoke without knowing Bu Eunseol might be of Baekri blood… but it was perhaps a natural reaction.
How long could beings with such power remain righteous? Could they stay benevolent forever?
If they ever changed their minds?
Another True Demon could very well be born.
“Yes. So what do you plan to do from now on?” Yoo Unryong asked with a serious expression. “Since such powerhouses have not yet fully revealed themselves, there must be a reason.”
A hidden force appearing meant there was surely some cause.
Moreover, considering the Spear-Wielder’s collusion with the Eastern Division, they could all become enemies of the Death Shadow Corps.
Preparation had to begin as soon as possible.
“We must become stronger. Not only our organization, but each of your martial prowess as well.”
Bu Eunseol declared.
“This battle has convinced me. As the Fist Man said, they created the concept of Limitless Realm to restrict the development of martial artists.”
Martial artists believed that manifesting Infinite Ascension Steps was natural, and that accepting it to reach Limitless Realm and wield Infinite Reversal Power was the only path to higher martial arts.
But that was the wrong path.
The moment one accepted Infinite Ascension Steps and began using Infinite Reversal Power, they became trapped within the realm of Limitless Realm.
The proof was Bu Eunseol himself.
He had suppressed Infinite Ascension Steps.
He had never reached Limitless Realm.
Yet he had consecutively defeated the Fist Man—a Limitless master who once fought on equal terms with the Three Demons and Three Sovereigns of old—and the Spear-Wielder.
If he had advanced step by step to Limitless Realm?
He might have eventually matched them in the future.
But he never could have stood shoulder-to-shoulder with them so quickly, right now.
“But isn’t that only true for you?” Myo Cheonwoo interjected. “Most martial artists die without ever manifesting Infinite Ascension Steps in their entire lives. Even if the Fist Man’s words are true, they have nothing to do with us.”
Yoo Unryong nodded as well.
“You learned a variety of martial arts at once—arts that ordinary martial artists could never master in a lifetime. Our starting lines were different from the beginning.”
Everyone nodded.
The claim that Limitless Realm restricted the true essence of martial artists’ paths was somewhat hard to believe—because reaching that level was nearly impossible in the first place.
“Of course, one could see it that way.”
Possessing diverse powers placed a burden on the body and deviated from orthodox martial principles.
The reason Bu EunSeolsought the Four Divine Energies was ultimately only to protect his body.
“I manifested Infinite Ascension Steps long ago. If I had followed the Pavilion Lord’s advice and entered the Formless Demonic Path…”
He sighed and continued.
“I would have quickly reached Limitless Realm and been able to wield Infinite Reversal Power.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes sparkled.
“Yet I still would have lost to the Fist Man. Because I would have merely followed the steps.”
Then, with firm conviction, he declared, “I can guarantee it. If one cultivates martial arts according to their own individuality and temperament, breaking free from existing concepts…”
After taking a deep breath, Bu Eunseol continued.
“One can grow stronger far more quickly, unbound by the known stages or true essences of martial arts.”
A brief silence fell.
“But… that still doesn’t seem to apply to ordinary people like us.”
After a long pause, Won Semun scratched his head and spoke.
“We already struggle just to climb the established stages. How could we suddenly ignore the existing true essence of martial arts?”
He was right.
Among martial artists, only a truly chosen few could disregard the established martial progression.
Though Bu Eunseol was creating a new martial concept… accepting an entirely new paradigm was not easy for them.
“I am not telling you to abandon martial stages overnight. I am merely advising you not to blindly worship what has already been established.”
Bu Eunseol looked at Yoo Unryong.
“Moreover, this time Captain Yoo obtained a great opportunity and created a new progression capable of facing powerful enemies. That alone will ensure your survival until you can break free from the concept of martial true essence.”
“A new progression?”
At Wi Cheongyeong’s question, Bu Eunseol turned to Yoo Unryong.
“He combined martial principles with formation arts to create a space similar to the Mental Realm.” He explained calmly. “With it, he fought over a hundred exchanges against opponents who normally wouldn’t last three seconds. If the martial realm were absolute, such a thing would be impossible.”
Yoo Unryong had obtained the Record of Inherited Essentials, and inspired by the Mental Realm battles Bu Eunseol had experienced, he created—though still incomplete—the Heart Mirror Technique.
By fusing martial principles and the profundity of formations, it pierced the opponent’s spirit and manifested power akin to the Mental Realm.
He had unfolded it against the Spear-Wielder.
And this proved that even the terrifying power of Infinite Reversal Power could be countered with martial principles alone.
“Is that true?”
At Wi Cheongyeong’s question, Yoo Unryong nodded.
“However, it had a fatal weakness. Once unfolded—whether successful or not—the spirit and body would collapse.”
Then he spoke forcefully.
“But through this incident, I discovered that if comrades whose hearts are aligned share the burden instead of one person unfolding it alone, death can be avoided.”
“This incident?”
“I unfolded it this time. Together with Captain Myo.”
Yoo Unryong reluctantly explained the details of the Spear-Wielder’s ambush.
The leaders’ faces twisted as they listened.
It was disappointment and anger toward Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo for attempting a suicidal mutual destruction without consulting anyone.
“Captain Yoo. Are we worth so little to you? After all the time we’ve shared hardships together, you make such a decision alone?”
When Won Semun shouted in frustration, Jo Namcheon stood up as well.
“The same goes for Captain Myo! If you learned something like that, you should have discussed it with us. Do you just charge in alone? Do you think that’s cool?”
Everyone in the Death Shadow Corps was no longer merely of the Demonic Path or Orthodox Path.
They had become like a family gathered under Bu Eunseol.
For one of them to try to throw his life away unilaterally… feeling disappointment and anger was only natural.
“I’m sorry. I just… didn’t want to cause trouble for the Command Lord.” Yoo Unryong looked at the leaders and took a deep breath.
“But now I understand. Such actions would instead bring great harm to everyone.”
He bowed his head.
“It will never happen again.”
The leaders twitched their mouths but said no more.
The one suffering most was Yoo Unryong himself.
He had only wanted to protect his father.
“In any case, all the Death Shadow Corps captains shall research together the secret art created by Captain Yoo until it is perfected.”
For once, Bu Eunseol issued a clear order.
Together, they would complete the imperfect Heart Mirror Technique into a perfect progression art.
“If that is completed, even upon encountering a Limitless master, we will somehow endure.”
What made Limitless masters fearsome was not merely the height of their martial arts. It was their ability to manifest Infinite Reversal Power—a power transcending human limits that could not be blocked.
If no one could oppose Infinite Reversal Power? Even overwhelming numbers of troops would be meaningless.
But if there existed a means to counter Infinite Reversal Power?
At the very least, numerical superiority would not become meaningless, and some way to fight back would emerge.
“This is only the beginning. From now on, I will seek a way to completely restrict Infinite Reversal Power.”
Restricting the power of transcendent masters and forcing them to fight in ordinary conditions. In truth, this aligned perfectly with what Bu Eunseol had always hoped for while developing his martial realm.
Only now, unlike the past, instead of advancing his own martial level, he intended to achieve it by creating an entirely new martial art.
“A method to restrict Infinite Reversal Power.”
Everyone stared blankly.
No martial artist in history had ever conceived such an idea.
Because the dream of every martial artist was to reach Limitless Realm and Infinite Reversal Power was the very proof of having attained it.
No true martial artist would ever think to find a way to limit Infinite Reversal Power.
“Yes. Make it happen.” Myo Cheonwoo said. “So that we too can become a reliable fighting force.”
In the past, they had thought Bu Eunseol’s growth speed was beyond imagination—almost godlike.
But after peering into the abyss of the martial world… his growth no longer seemed so fast.
From now on, countless powerhouses would emerge in the martial world and those masters would use techniques utterly different from anything known before.
To face them, the Death Shadow Corps captains had to grow stronger quickly.
“Unryong.”
Bu Eunseol looked at Yoo Unryong and spoke calmly.
“Let us begin right now, starting today.”
Kwaaang! Urrrr.
Explosive sounds echoed continuously across the Death Shadow Corps training ground.
It was impossible to unfold the Mental Realm of the Heart Mirror Technique inside Majeon.
Using his transcendent internal energy and the power of Illusion Upon Illusion, Bu Eunseol had created—in the grand training ground of the Death Shadow Corps—something closely resembling an Mental Realm: a space where time seemed to flow slowly and was completely disconnected from reality.
“Keuuu.”
And all the Death Shadow Corps captains were straining with all their might to maintain formation and unfold the Heart Mirror Technique against it.
Each of them had become a living component of a formation, manifesting the function of the Heart Mirror Technique.
“Concentrate harder! If your mind wavers even slightly, you will never create a space completely severed from the outside!”
Kwaaang!
Amid the solemn shout, a massive wave of true qi surged from Bu Eunseol’s body.
It looked like a divine dragon floating in midair.
‘Is this not Infinite Reversal Power?’
‘How can the Command Lord possess such power…’
Everyone except Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo—who had already witnessed Bu Eunseol’s true strength—exchanged incredulous glances.
How could a human body of flesh and blood unleash such ability?
“Shut… up!”
At that moment, a thunderous roar erupted from outside the Suppressed Demon Pavilion gates.
“Are you the only ones training in this hall?!”
Bang.
The gates flew open, and a black-clad warrior wearing an iron mask strode out.
He was none other than the leader of the Cheonsal Unit—one of Majeon’s three elite special forces.
In the past, he had suffered great humiliation under Bu Eunseol’s dominance and had trained bitterly ever since, greatly enhancing his martial prowess.
Finally reaching a level where he believed no one could defeat him, he had been waiting for a chance to wash away that day’s disgrace.
But hearing that subordinates were constantly making noise in Suppressed Demon Pavilion yet no one dared protest because of the Martial Soul Command Lord’s prestige, he had come straight here.
“Martial Soul Command Lord! The way you manage your subordinates—”
As the Cheonsal Unit leader shoved aside the restraining guards and charged all the way to the grand training ground, shouting arrogantly,
Hoooo…
Before his eyes appeared a colossal wave of true qi filling the sky, shimmering with multicolored radiance. Its aura was so overwhelming that merely looking at it felt as though every meridian in his body would burst.
And that immense wave of true qi flowed from a single person’s body.
From none other than the Martial Soul Command Lord—Bu Eunseol.
‘Th-this is…’
The Cheonsal Unit leader was a seasoned general who had dominated the world and led countless battles to victory.
He could sense that Bu Eunseol’s martial level had far transcended the Supreme Heavenly Realm and reached an unfathomable depth of internal energy mastery.
Tremble tremble.
His vision darkened and his body shook.
What in the world had happened during this time for his martial prowess to reach such heights?
“What is the matter?”
When Bu Eunseol saw him, he furrowed his brow.
“This is my hall’s training ground. Outsiders are not permitted.”
‘He speaks even while unleashing such true qi?’
Cold sweat dripped beneath the mask.
Every time those sharp eyes scanned his body, it felt as though his flesh were being peeled from his bones.
“This leader…”
Gazing into Bu Eunseol’s pupils—where millions of rays of light seemed condensed—the Cheonsal Unit leader very respectfully bowed deeply.
“I heard that the training of Death Shadow Corps martial artists around the Suppressed Demon Pavilion was being disturbed, so I came.”
“…”
“Please do not worry henceforth. This leader will ensure that no such complaints ever arise again.”
With the most serious expression, the Cheonsal Unit leader bowed once more to Bu Eunseol, then—creak—with movements as awkward as a broken mechanism, he swiftly retreated from the Suppressed Demon Pavilion.
***
After leaving Majeon, Bu Eunseol headed to the Martial Soul Society for the first time in a while.
He had already transmitted all necessary information to the Death Spirit Corps and the Supreme Corps Unit.
‘The Cheonsal Unit leader can be useful sometimes.’
Bu Eunseol narrowed his eyes.
Thanks to the Cheonsal Unit leader’s intrusion, he had newly realized that Heart Mirror Technique training must absolutely be conducted in a place outsiders could never enter—secretly and discreetly.
And now, together with the core members of the Martial Soul Society, he intended to share information about the True Demon and his kin and discuss countermeasures.
—No, there is something more important.
A thought struck Bu Eunseol.
Very few in the martial world knew about the Eight Human Heavens but there must certainly be individuals or factions aware of their existence.
Especially in the Spear-Wielder’s case, since the Eastern Division had been involved, it had practically become an open conflict.
In that case, the heads of organizations that monitored the Eight Human Heavens or operated the highest-tier intelligence networks in the martial world…
‘They will inevitably approach me.’
Especially since an Human Heavens was like a bomb that could detonate at any moment.
No one in the entire martial world—except perhaps the Three Realms—could oppose a Human Heaven but there were surely factions that either feared their existence or intended to oppose them.
Thus, they would inevitably come to him.
‘Let us expose my movements and see.’
Bu Eunseol deliberately slowed his pace, did not conceal his trail, and headed openly toward the Martial Soul Society.
And rather than moving at high speed with light-body technique, he traveled leisurely through Chengdu as if sightseeing, allowing intelligence organizations to track his whereabouts.
Finally, as he entered Shaanxi territory, a strange sensation brushed past from the distant sky.
It felt as though someone was watching him.
‘My senses have expanded.’
Bu Eunseol could extend his super-senses up to a hundred zhang by spreading his qi waves.
Yet even while standing still, he had detected that someone was secretly following his movements.
The fact that this was possible was thanks to Wind-Cloud Divine Qi.
Because it allowed perfect concealment by merging with nature so that no one could find him, he could instantly detect the stealth techniques others were employing.
‘An extraordinary master.’
Surprisingly, the moment Bu Eunseol sensed the pursuer’s presence, the pursuer also immediately realized they had been discovered…
‘They are openly calling me now.’
Instead, they were deliberately revealing their presence.
‘Then they are not an enemy.’
If their intent had been ambush?
They would never have revealed themselves so blatantly.
After brief consideration, Bu Eunseol executed a movement technique and moved to a quiet forest.
Purrrut.
Arriving at a wide clearing in the deserted forest, Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice.
“Come out.”
Sseuk.
As if waiting, a small figure slowly appeared before him.
It was an old monk clad in red kasaya, his wrinkles so deep and numerous, almost like tree bark, that his age could not be guessed.
Yet his eyes were profound, brimming with wisdom and overflowing with vitality.
It was none other than Shaolin’s Divine Monk, the legend of the Orthodox faction—Buddha Venerable Hong Hyeon.
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