Heavenly Martial God - H.M.G Chapter 1 (Part 1):

The Heavenly Mountain, perpetually blanketed in eternal snow, where only cold energy flowed.

Ha Hoo Young sat cross-legged, gazing up at the sky.

The warm sunlight shone down upon the pure white eternal snow.

It was the first time in a long while that he had felt such warmth.

Watching the majestic scenery of the Heavenly Mountain turn golden in an instant, it seemed as though not just the mountain, but the entire world was enveloped in warmth.

A soft smile appeared on Ha Hoo Young’s face.

“This is nice.”

He felt good, basking in the warmth he hadn’t felt in a hundred days.

The sky was clear, without a single cloud.

Below the summit, covered in eternal snow, greenery was beginning to bloom.

The energy of Yin and Yang felt abundant throughout the heavens and earth.

It was a rare day on the Heavenly Mountain.

Rare, and therefore precious. A perfect day.

Ha Hoo Young closed his eyes gently, feeling the warmth with his entire body.

From the darkness, memories of the past began to surface, faintly passing by.

From the days of wandering the streets, scavenging for food like a beast, to now, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

He had picked up the sword to survive, became a wanderer drifting across the land.

He had met countless masters, faced countless life-and-death situations, and survived.

He was a genius.

Though he had started learning martial arts late, at the age of fifteen, he had grown stronger and faster than anyone, clawing his way to survival.

At first, he had learned martial arts to survive, but later, he fought to prove himself.

As if it were the only reason for existing, he fought, and fought again.

The insect-like being he once was had eventually become a dragon soaring above the clouds.

No one could stop him.

He stood alone, reigning supreme.

The Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families, which were called the order of the world, could not stop him. Eight of the Ten Great Martial Masters had knelt before him.

It was the moment when the order of the world was reestablished.

And around that time, the Demonic Faction rose like wildfire, turning the world upside down.

He was curious about demonic arts, curious about the masters of the Demonic Faction.

To prove himself anew, he fought against the Demonic Faction as well.

Everyone held their breath at his steps and bowed their heads.

Finally, after ten years of war, he proved himself by taking the head of The Demonic Monarch.

The hero who crushed the Demonic Faction’s heavens and saved the world.

The Supreme One.

The Unrivaled Ha Hoo Young.

That was who he was.

A name that no one in the world dared to defy.

But perhaps… he had become too great?

When he looked around, there was nothing.

Ha Hoo Young felt a deep emptiness.

Even the Demonic Monarch, who was said to be close to the Supreme One, was no match for him. Who in the world could possibly stand against him?

No force, no martial artist, met his standards.

As time passed, a sense of futility and despair began to consume him.

To escape this, he secluded himself.

He wanted to know where his limits were, how far he could go.

After wandering in search of answers, he finally reached this Heavenly Mountain.

And when he arrived at the Heavenly Mountain, he found his answer.

Ascension.

Through ascension, as spoken of by the Taoist masters, Ha Hoo Young sought to reach a new realm.

The end of martial arts.

To achieve the ultimate.

To shed the mortal shell and rise to a new level.

Ha Hoo Young focused.

‘This is my last chance.’

During the ten years he had spent preparing for ascension, he had failed five times.

As a result, his once diamond-hard body was now cracked and on the verge of shattering.

He could instinctively feel that his lifespan was nearing its end.

‘If I fail this time… will it be the end?’

He thought he had transcended worldly attachments, but the word “last” still clung to him, holding him back.

‘Focus.’

Ha Hoo Young shook off his distracting thoughts.

The sixth attempt.

Perhaps his last chance.

He had to focus more than ever before.

His lower abdomen—the lower Dantian—stirred.

The internal energy he had accumulated over a lifetime flowed out from his pores, enveloping his body.

The energy from his lower abdomen rose to his heart, then surged up to the crown of his head.

‘It’s working.’

He felt his body becoming lighter.

‘I can’t let my guard down yet.’

The first time he reached the threshold of ascension, he had lost his composure at this very sensation and collapsed.

He steadied his mind and waited calmly.

He slowed his breathing, feeling the flow of energy.

The energy that had burst from his heart seeped into the crown of his head.

The life force enveloping his body pulsed like a blooming flower.

Three black flower buds formed above his head, and the resulting energy wave instantly withered the surrounding pine trees.

A storm of wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning arose, disturbing the peaceful sky.

Then, just as suddenly, the chaos subsided.

Along with Ha Hoo Young’s peaceful expression, the upheaval centered around him vanished as abruptly as it had begun.

A beam of golden light streamed down from the heavens, granting Ha Hoo Young boundless freedom.

As a breeze blew from somewhere unknown, his soul slipped free from his aged body and ascended to the heavens.

‘Ahh! Finally, finally!’

A look of joy appeared on Ha Hoo Young’s face.

“Ah, ascension. This is ascension!”

All the worries that had filled his mind emptied out, replaced by a profound clarity.

Conversely, his chest felt filled with something overwhelming.

As his soul floated up into the air, the sky grew closer, and the Heavenly Mountain became smaller than the palm of his hand.

His final wish, ascension, was right before him.

Above the mystical clouds.

The realm of the immortals began to come into view.

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