Whatβs the meaning of this? (3)
βAhβ¦..β
Despair surged in Jin Hyeonβs eyes.
The pavilions were burning. The place he has lived in all his life, and the place where he must continue to live in, was engulfed in crimson flames.
The strength left his knees.
How many people lost their lives to protect that place? How many sacrifices were made to defend that land?
As though mocking all those efforts, the flames entwining the pavilions spread even faster, growing in size.
βAhhhβ¦..β
What was it all for? If it was going to be lost so easily, what meaning did those previous sacrifices hold?
More agonizing to Jin Hyeon than the sight of the burning pavilions was not knowing the fate of those who had been defending them.
βSajesβ¦ and Sasuksβ¦β
The moment their faces rose in his mind, Jin Hyeonβs body finally gave out. But before he could slump to the ground, Mu Jin caught him, providing support.
βWait!β
But Jin Hyeon reflexively shook off his arm. It was due to resentment. If Mu Jin had not stood in his way, if he had been able to dash up that mountain just a bit earlier, he would not now be writhing in such overwhelming despairβ¦
βNo!β
At that moment, Mu Jinβs shout tore into Jin Hyeonβs ears. Slowly, the focus returned to Jin Hyeonβs eyes.
βLook carefully! They havenβt reached Wudang yet! Iβm telling you, Wudang hasnβt fallen!β
At last, once he regained clarity, doubt flickered in Jin Hyeonβs gaze.
Yes. Mu Jinβs words were indeed true. The Blood Palace had not yet reached Wudang. And yet, it was equally true that the pavilions were aflame.
βWeβre in the midst of war right now. The same goes for Sapaeryeon. Theyβve already sent a force to attack Wudang, so thereβs no reason for them to waste additional troops just to start a fire!β
Mu Jinβs words made Jin Hyeon nod almost without realizing it. Even so, his doubts remained unresolved.
βBut then, why is that fireβ¦β
β β β
Muscles on the Blood Palace Lordβs face twitched slightly. The smoke rising from above had started to catch his eye as well.
βSapaeryeon sent anotherβ¦β
βNo.β
The Blood Palace Lord cut him off coldly.
βWeβre the only ones who set foot on this mountain.β
Then, narrowing his eyes, he muttered under his breath.
βWhat sort of trick is this now?β
βWhat should we do?β
At the question from the Blood Palace warrior, the Blood Palace Lord, who had been silently clenching his teeth, gave a short command.
βWe go up.β
βYes!β
Boom.
When the Blood Palace Lord stomped his foot, a thunderous roar shook the ground. In an instant, his body shot up the mountain. With no one to obstruct him, a mountainside like this could be scaled in just a few breaths.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, the Blood Palace Lord reached the main gate of Wudang.
Hwoooosh.
Thick smoke and scorching flames were devouring the entirety of Wudang. It was a far more hellish blaze than what he had seen from below.
Slightly furrowing his brow, the Blood Palace Lord opened his mouth to speak.
βWhat in the worldβ¦β
βGo back.β
A voice suddenly broke in, and the Blood Palace Lord swiftly turned his head to the side.
Engrossed by the immense flames, he hadnβt even sensed the presence. Only upon hearing the voice did he detect a calm yet powerful aura.
βAnd who are youβ¦..?β
The first things that caught his eye were snowy white hair and rough skin. Gaunt was the word that best described him, coupled with a stern look. Yet his discerning gaze was deep, like a vast lake – a true Taoistβs eyes.
βWudang is not accepting any visitors right now.β
Noticing the Pine Crest Ancient Sword [μ‘λ¬Έκ³ κ²(ζΎη΄ε€ε)] hanging from the old manβs waist, the Blood Palace Lord had little trouble guessing his identity.
βHeo Do?β
βThatβs correct.β
Heo Do Jinin nodded lightly.
For a moment, the Blood Palace Lordβs emotions were in turmoil. Even though Heo Do Jinin was here, someone had dared to set the pavilions aflame – who could it be?
βWho did this?β
βArenβt you seeing it right now?β
A flicker of doubt passed through the Blood Palace Lordβs eyes, as he did not immediately grasp the meaning of it.
But then, realizing what he meant, the Blood Palace Lord let a rare slip of an exclamation of shock.
βYou did this?β
He was so astonished that even a hollow laugh escaped him.
This was none other than Wudang Sect. Moreover, Heo Do Jinin had once been Wudangβs Sect Leader. Could he really have set fire to Wudang with his own hands?
ββ¦Unbelievable.β
The Blood Palace Lord did not particularly enjoy conversations with his enemies, except as a means to pressure or threaten them. Yet, at this moment, he felt an unexpected urge to talk to Heo Do Jinin out of sheer curiosity.
βHave you lost your mind?β
βWho knows…β
Even now, Wudangβs land, and the pavilions built upon it, were going up in flames.
Everything that had shaped Heo Doβs life was turning to ash.
βIf that were the case, it might be a relief. Butβ¦ unfortunately, my mind is clearer now than ever.β
βMadmen always say the same thing.β
When the Blood Palace Lord sneered, Heo Do Jinin let out a low laugh.
βPerhaps so. Then letβs say I have gone mad.β
Even though Heo Do Jinin spoke thus, but in truth, the Blood Palace Lord knew well that he was no madman.
βWhat are you thinking?β
When the Blood Palace Lord asked, Heo Do Jinin did not answer. He was merely gazing in silence at the burning pavilions, his eyes filled with regret.
He muttered as though talking to himself.
βWhatβs the meaning of this? It was never going to last forever anyway.β
βYouβre the one who killed hundreds in order to protect that which wouldnβt last, werenβt you?β
βThatβs right.β
Heo Do Jinin let out a faint chuckle. The Blood Palace Lordβs eyes narrowed, as if he was in doubt.
βEven so, you have gone and did something like this?β
βThereβs no need to be ashamed of being stupid. What else can I do if thatβs all I amount to?β
ββ¦β
βWhat one should truly be ashamed of is not the fact of being foolish itself, but being unable to admit it. Not realizing how pitiful oneβs deeds are and then repeating them. And Iβve already done that just once.β
Though his voice was calm, it contained grief so profound that words could not fully express it.
βIn a situation like this, I canβt repeat the same mistake again, can I? Thatβs why I set it on fire with my own hands. So that no one would hold onto this place with regret, so that my disciples wouldnβt feel the same pain as I did.β
The Blood Palace Lord let out a small groan of dismay.
βThat was all there was to it?β
βIs there more you need?β
βI take back what I said before.β
ββ¦β
βYouβre insane.β
The Blood Palace Lordβs eyes were filled with fear.
He tried imagining the situation from the other side. If, for fear that the cult followers might be harmed, he set fire to the Blood Cult and turned its entire history to nothing [무(η‘)] – would the Blood Palace Lord have done such a thing?
There is only one answer. He would not. No, from the start, he never would have chosen such a path. The Blood Palace Lord spoke coldly.
βPeople die. But truth is eternal. Right now, youβre burning the very things that should never be lost with your own hands.β
Heo Do Jinin turned his gaze silently towards the Blood Palace Lord. Then he slowly opened his mouth.
βPerhaps so.β
ββ¦β
βBut what can I do? Iβve come to realize something as well.β
βWhat did you realize?β
βThat meaning also lies with people.β
The Blood Palace Lordβs eyes grew subtly rigid.
βIf there are no people, then there is no truth. Without people, there is no Tao. If the Tao only holds meaning when bound to these buildingsβ¦ how can you call that the Tao?β
A faint bitterness lingered at the end of Heo Do Jininβs words.
βI should have realized that a bit sooner.β
Heo Do Jininβs gaze turned down the mountain. Far below, his disciples were fighting.
It was obvious what they were after. These pavilions, and the lives within them. Merely threatening those would throw Wudangβs disciples on the battlefield into confusion.
βItβs my fault.β
Value is something people assign. Once assigned, it cannot be easily stripped away. And Heo Do had already placed the worth of countless lives on these buildings. Abandoning them now would be tantamount to turning all prior sacrifices into a pointless waste.
Therefore, they would be unable to give up. They would be unable to sit idle. Even knowing they should not come, they would be forced to rush here regardless.
Even knowing that decision would bring an even greater ruin.
Heo Do could not allow his disciples to walk that path.
βI wonder how your name will be remembered.β
βThereβs no need to wonder. Iβll be remembered as a criminal unlike any other in Wudangβs history. Perhaps theyβll find even my name shameful and erase it from the records.β
Heo Do Jinin let out a faint chuckle.
From the moment he set fire to this place with his own hands, he could not have been unaware of how his previous deeds would be judged. He would forever remain a fool who had driven hundreds of disciples to meaningless deaths.
But what of it?
“Isn’t it fortunate? That I can be called a fool.”
“…”
“If I couldn’t be called that, I would never be able to truly close my eyes, even in death.”
Once again, Heo Do Jinin looked down the mountain. A slightly different expression than before settled on his face.
“Of course, it would’ve been nice if I’d realized it sooner – that even after everything ends, a person can still continue to struggle.”
He realized this truth far too late, all thanks to a Taoist much younger than himself.
‘I have never even managed to say thank you.’
That was his only regret.
The Blood Palace Lord shook his head. The more they spoke, the further from understanding he felt. He spoke coldly.
“So… you’re saying you want to thwart our mission? Not just yet.”
A glint of crimson bloodlust flashed in the Blood Palace Lord’s eyes.
“The wounded can’t have gone too far.”
Even though this was a blatant threat, there was no visible change in Heo Do Jinin’s expression. For the Blood Palace Lord, that alone served as enough of an answer.
“Well then, I wonder. If we round up those injured and peel off their flesh one by one, would the rest still remain calmly where they are?”
Srrrng.
In that moment, Heo Do Jinin slowly drew his sword.
“That’s only a story if you manage to get past me.”
“You Just Sectsβ lot are all unbearably arrogant. What can you do by yourself?”
“It won’t be by himself.”
Suddenly, another voice intervened, causing the Blood Palace Lord to turn his gaze.
Heo Do Jinin looked in the same direction as well.
From within the burning pavilion, a lone figure slowly walked out. Heo Do Jinin furrowed his brow.
βDidnβt I tell you to go?β
βIβm just slow on my feet.β
β…What?β
βI have tried, but itβs not working out.β
Heo Do Jinin stared blankly at Heo Gong, who approached without a hint of worry, then let out a sigh.
βSaje.β
βIβm only a burden, Sahyeong.β
ββ¦This is something I must do.β
βYes. But itβs too much for you alone, Sahyeong.β
βArenβt you aware you can no longer be of any help?β
βItβs still better than being a burden.β
Srrng.
Heo Gong drew his sword. Then he stood beside Heo Do. Heo Do Jinin, who had been glaring at him in exasperation, let out another sigh, as if resigning himself.
βYouβre so stubborn.β
βFrom whom do you think I learned it?β
With the blazing Wudang behind them, the two stood side by side, raising their swords.
It would be a lie to say they had no regrets. But regrets are buried in the heart, and the sins committed are etched into oneβs bones. All they could do was carry out what had to be done now.
ββ¦.Even laughter doesnβt come out.β
The Blood Palace Lord ground his teeth as he looked at the two.
βCut off their limbs and drag them before me.β
βYes!β
The Blood Palace warriors let out beastly howls and charged towards them.
βHere they come!β
βYes!β
Heo Do and Heo Gong.
The flames consuming the pavilions reflected on their swords. The two blades, dyed in the same hue, moved towards the onrushing foes.
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