Chapter 38:  Cheonma Cheonsiyeon

Cheonma is the greatest, the strongest, and the most noble martial artist.

She was worthy of being called the greatest of all time, and ever since the first Cheonma, who was such a great martial artist that he made people follow him as a god, created the Cheonma Divine Art, there had never been a time when the one who inherited the name of Cheonma was not the greatest in the world.

In fact, it was inevitable. The name of Cheonma could not be inherited unless one possessed the heaven-sent talent to dominate an era.

Of course, most of the time, it was the blood relatives of the first Cheonma, Sicheonma, who was the greatest figure and was said to have disappeared beyond the sky in search of another fight, who took the position.

It was not often that a dog came out from under a tiger’s belly.

It wasn’t that they preserved and continued their bloodline through inbreeding. The bloodline of a great person did not decline by mixing with other blood. It’s just that they took talented people as husbands or wives.

Thus, after Sicheonma left the Cheonma Divine Cult, countless Cheonmas appeared and reigned as the living god of the Cheonma Divine Cult and the absolute master who threatened the Murim world.

Some were called Gwangroecheonma because they carried lightning, Geukgeomcheonma because they were obsessed only with the sword, and Manwolcheonma because they appeared only on the night of the full moon and killed the most famous masters in the world.

All of them reached the pinnacle and wrote their own legends in the world.

However, exceptionally, Cheon Si-yeon, the Cheonma of her time and the last Cheonma, did not have such a title.

“Such rhetoric is unnecessary to refer to me. It would be far from enough to contain my achievements with just a few letters!”

It wasn’t because she was lacking.

Rather, it was because she was more powerful than any other Cheonma, and achieved the greatest and never-to-be-repeated achievement.

She trampled on the Murim world, conquered the Murim world, trampled even the imperial family, and then swallowed even the unexplored western region, so her status was incomparable to anyone else.

Moreover, it was the result of only her overwhelming martial power, without any ingenious schemes or anything like that.

A being who was more suited to the great martial artist called Cheonma than anyone else. That was Cheonma Cheon Si-yeon.

She was a person who was born with a talent that was so great and brilliant in terms of martial arts (武), in terms of power, that it was heterogeneous.

The words “heaven-sent talent” were far from enough to contain her. Even the talent of the sky itself, not sent by the sky, would not be able to fully express her.

Unprecedented! A genius who will never exist in the future or in the past! Truly a unique monster throughout all ages!

“…Cough, yes… I can’t help but acknowledge it. My descendant… there was no martial artist superior to you in the past, there is no one who can be in the present, and there will be none even after a long time…”

She even sought out Sicheonma, who had disappeared beyond the sky because he had no rivals, and took his life.

“You are the one and only Cheonma…”

Sicheonma met her, finally threw away his loneliness, clashed with all his might, experienced a refreshing defeat, and quietly passed away without any regrets.

But Cheon Si-yeon’s thoughts were different from Cheonma’s.

“I have reached the pinnacle of the Cheonma Divine Cult. I have faced the Murim world that stood in the way of our cult, and I have also competed with the mysterious martial artists of the outer world. Even so, I was not satisfied, so I even destroyed the imperial family that stood above the Murim world.”

But it was not enough.

“I knew that the Murim world was not the end of the world, and I went beyond it.”

Beyond the huge mountain, the East was accompanied by divine beasts and mysteries, but to her, they were just trivial arts.

In the endless blizzard that she reached by going north, there were excellent hunters and moving corpses that were not even zombies.

They were just toys.

She headed to the distant western region, which had traded with the imperial family in the past. There were those called knights, and those who used strange powers called magicians and witches.

They were no different from the trampled Murim world.

She headed south of the western region, or to the continent that she reached by crossing the sea that was said to be the end of the world, and to the land south of that continent, there were strange powers called sorcery.

They were not much different from the mysteries of the East.

Nothing satisfied Cheonma’s interest. That’s why she sought out Sicheonma, the first god of the Cheonma Divine Cult.

Even so, she couldn’t be satisfied.

Because in the past, when she was still immature, she could satisfy this thirst, she couldn’t be more satisfied.

“The sky beyond the first one is vast and wide. Wouldn’t there be someone comparable to me in such a place?”

Cheonma went beyond the sky and into space.

There, she got involved with the guys called the Empire, which boasted the strongest power in this universe.

Yes, they were better than those who couldn’t escape a mere small star.

The power to destroy even a star with strange weapons!

But it was not enough.

How could they be so proud of achieving something that she could easily do with her bare hands by relying on such tools?

Cheonma had no reason to endure any longer.

That’s why she destroyed it.

The Empire, which dared to call itself the best in the universe, even though it was inferior to her.

She destroyed all the stars where their forces remained, turning them into debris floating in space. She turned all the things they had and boasted about into insignificant dust.

Planet Buster, the worst criminal in the universe.

She was called that… but now there was no one left who could call her that. Didn’t she destroy them all?

When that happened, Cheonma had no choice but to realize.

Sitting on the debris of the imperial palace of the largest empire, which she had personally destroyed, in the capital city that had been remodeled from an entire planetary system, drinking the only remaining decent alcohol, Cheonma muttered.

“I hated you for leaving me first without my permission. So I tried to forget, I tried to erase, and I tried to let go of my attachment. But I can’t.”

Once, there was someone who gave this monster a defeat.

There was someone who gave the great Cheonma the only debt of salvation.

There was someone in the world who made the only god of the Cheonma Divine Cult just a human.

“I miss you, who makes me, Cheon Si-yeon. Everything in this world that I have experienced is not as good as you alone.”

Cheonma realized that through a long time.

Therefore, after a long time, Cheon Si-yeon, who returned to her hometown, stood in front of the grave of her precious one, whom she had personally buried, and poured alcohol on the grave.

“Therefore, I will find you! I will have you, and I will never let you leave me without my permission again! Hahaha!”

Laughing madly, so loudly that the world rang, Cheonma destroyed her hometown, those who worshiped her as a god, and the star where everything she had conquered was, without any regrets.

What is the meaning of those who worship her as a god and revere her as a conqueror, but cannot give even a single joy to the one they worship?

Now, there was only one meaning for Cheonma.

“Zion, Zion, Zion. You know better than anyone how great I am, don’t you? I’ll find you! Even if it takes a little time!”

An orphan without a family name. An insignificant guy who entered the Cheonma Divine Cult to make a living.

But, a great martial artist who was more than anyone else in this world, who brought down herself, who was a greater genius than anyone else.

Cheonma wandered the universe in search of such a person, and finally sensed the person she had been looking for so much and reached Earth.

“As expected, only you give me satisfaction, Zion.”

While wandering around, Cheon Si-yeon, who met a person who exuded a similar energy to what she was looking for, smiled pleasantly.

“To meet someone who can withstand my one punch (一拳) while looking for something similar! Hahaha! It’s practically a gift that you, Zion, are giving to me!”

At the end of her gaze, there was a goddess who was standing on two feet even after being hit by the first form of the Cheonma Divine Art.

That goddess, Elasia, coughed up blood with her eyes bloodshot.

“Cough, ugh…!!”

Then she looked at her hands, which were completely mangled.

Just by blocking the first punch…!

‘Are you kidding me, just one punch is stronger than the last blow that that damn knight left behind while struggling…?!’

She is someone who can easily heal any wounds.

Even wounds that would have killed others.

But this was different.

Regeneration was also slow, and the shock and pain were so vivid.

It felt like space was being crushed and a mountain was flying… it was truly enormous.

Just what the hell is that monster?

“You, you… you…!!”

It wasn’t to collapse like this that she had lived all this time. It’s not to end like this that she faced him!

She wants to hold his hand and apologize and repent for the rest of her life. She wants to be saved by the warmth in that hand. She wants to fall into a sweet sleep in that warm embrace. She wants to serve him forever.

A strange cry made the world tremble.

From that roar, the goddess’s power twisted the world.

“Yes, yes. Let’s see what level you are, goddess! I, this Cheonma, will judge you!”

A god full of anger and resentment, spewing out power as if screaming, and Cheonma, smiling leisurely at the sight of such a being.

The clash of two monsters began to overturn heaven and earth.