Cheonma: The Heavenly Demon

Somewhere far in the endless mountain. There was a terrain dyed red with the body of countless Murim warriors along with the crumbling and decaying of countless mountains and hills.

It was hard to tell the identity of each warrior, but the area where their bodies lay all contain a deep crater the size of a boulder. Clearly, a certain great force struck their corpses before facing their death.

"Oh' Great Cheonma, Father of the Sky… What have you done to achieve such great strength?"

A man in his twenties whose condition was supported by the hilt of his sword questioned.

His breath was ragged, the upper part of his body was revealed along with the paint of red that struck along his head to the end of his torso, it's difficult to tell if he was asking out of respect or fear.

The only remains that indicate his identity is the blossoming cherry imprinted onto his sword, the symbol representing the Leader of Mount Hua.

Cheonma, Sky Demon, Heavenly Demon… Or Father of the Sky… This was all the title that was given to him ever since he emerged as the Leader of the Demon Cult.

'333rd… Was that my number back when I became a trainee of the Demon Cave hundred of years ago?'

Cheonma stood with his back bare against the heaven above, he faced the leader of Mount Hua with the Imoogi Spear in his crumbled right hand. His vibrant pupil reflects even the morning dew, a stark contrast to the crimson forest that lays before his eyes.

As if heaven cried, gray clouds began to form, rain started to pour.

"Dong Hua, my true name is Muyong."

Dong Hua, the leader of Mount Hua, can barely stand with the help of his shattered sword and studied his foes while his vision was gradually blackening.

The identity of the Sky Demon, or Heavenly Demon was a secret for a century.

In the beginning, he appeared out of nowhere, waging war across the Central plain. Many Sect and Clan sent their expert to stop the Demon Cult, yet none returned in one piece.

There was a shroud of mystery about this great man, no matter if it's the Orthodox or Unorthodox faction, the power of the Sky Demon was respected by both factions. Even though he was the cause of many tragedies, as a warrior, Dong Hua was honored to hear the true name of the Heavenly Demon before his final moment.

Thump!

Muyong saw Dong Hua lose his grip and fall on the ground.

Dong Hua was the last of the remaining.

Muyong had fought against the powerful alliance of the Orthodox faction, along with various enemies that wished to take his head from the unorthodox faction; he was at his limit.

A sense of relief washed through his exhausted body and mind.

Clank! Clank!

Muyong threw his Imoogi spear on the ground, letting it bounce and roll away, each distance travelled drenching it in blood.

He sat down on the ground to admire the rain that poured from the sky. As someone who has reached the Transcendent realm, he knew his body better than any other doctor beneath heaven. At this final moment, his memory resurfaces.

'Is this my ending for someone who came from earth?'

'A hundred year of cultivation… Starting as a trainee in the Demon Cave, step by step, I lose the connection I attach to over the years in exchange for greater power… what for?'

Muyong dispersed the [Heaven Soul Mending] art. Immediately, the energy that naturally gathered from the surroundings stopped flowing into his body, causing him to spat out a mouthful of blood that had stuffed his lungs.

Rather than trying to stay alive, he accepted his death.

This final moment of acceptance seems to resonate with his soul, as time seemingly stopped while Muyong entered a state of nihility.

Why did he transmigrate?

What is his true name?

For what reason did he climb toward the peak?

… Earth…

The higher he climbed in this life, the more wrong he felt… Maybe… Maybe there is nothing, everything is simply a fabrication… Facing the endless void that seems familiar, he stares toward 'my' eye.

"Who… Are.. You?"