“Gasp. Gasp...” Namgung Yun gasped for breath.

In front of him was a corpse whose torn clothes were fluttering. Namgung Yun looked at the fallen body of the Tai Chi daoist immortal with regret. His feelings of regret grew in him and he seemed to hear an unknown cry.

“......”

Namgung Yuun slowly approached the body of the Tai Chi daoist immortal, closed his eyes for a brief moment of silence before standing up again.

“...The group crossed the mountain.”

Beyond the mountain, a thick amount of demonic energy was flowing and the sound of weapons could be heard. Maybe this was the location of Demon King Beelzebub.

‘I will help you quickly.’

Namgung Yun touched the back of his hands and his face that had become hard. It looked like the bark of a tree. The power passed down to him by his deceased father was a legendary power passed down through generations of the Namgung family. It was a curse, a treasure, and a destiny to be kept.

It happened when Namgung Yun inserted strength into his legs to rush...