The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 124: Sailing to the Bottom (9)

The Taoist seems to have noticed me.

I can feel the eyes on me. And among them, there are beings who aren’t human. I see someone who looks like an animal but is wearing human clothes.

A non-human being has arrived, but there’s a subtle reason why there wasn’t a prejudiced gaze. I expected to see that kind of look when we got to the place with immortals, but to see it here... it was surprising.

People don’t pay much attention to things that aren’t of concern to them, so when I go back through my memories, I don’t easily see such beings.

If someone were racist and disliked a certain race, they’d probably remember them with disgust, but among the immortals and Taoists who have passed, there was no one like that.

Based on my faded memories, there are only good people here.

Well, that’s the opposite of monsters.

Following the Taoist, we arrived at something like an elevator. And the elevator floated up into the air, rising higher.

Without any ropes or devices, just a box floating on its own. Even the main building of the Heavenly Demon Church had steel wires and machinery visible, but this place is much more specialized.

It didn’t move in a straight line but followed a smooth curve as it ascended toward an island floating in the sky. It stopped halfway, not at the top of the island, but closer to the middle, where it seemed to collide with a stone.

It looked like it was about to crash into the stone, but it passed through it.

It looked like a real rock, but I could see the illusion as it wavered when passing through.

I silently marveled at what appeared to be a hologram, and the box landed in a place resembling a dock. The door opened, and I stepped out.

Looking around, there was a gigantic octagonal passage made of wood and stone, floating in midair and moving around.

The passage stretched much longer than the mountain I had seen from the outside. If I followed it, I would enter the Kunlun where immortals reside.

“I’ll stop here. Beyond this point is where the immortals live, so I cannot enter. I’ll take my leave now.”

I returned the polite greeting to the Taoist, and he immediately entered the box we came in and descended back down.

I was left alone.

I know the path, so I could proceed from here. Though, there’s no real path—this is a one-way road, and if I continue straight, I’ll soon enter the world where immortals live.

But since I wasn’t told to go, I stayed put.

If I wait, someone will come to meet me.

And I’m alone now. If I enter without thinking, I could be suddenly attacked, with someone saying, "You’re burned," and I wouldn’t stand a chance.

Security measures at entrances are usually strict.

In other words, I’m afraid. There’s a part of me that wonders if this is strong enough for me to be unable to handle it.

But it’s not time to die yet.

At least, not until I meet the Primordial Celestial Lord.

So, I waited quietly, and after a while, a man walked toward me.

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I’m taller than the average man of this era. This man was a little taller than me, enough for his gaze to be slightly higher.

“I’ve come because you didn’t enter after waiting. My name is Bohyeonjin. May I ask what brings you here?”

His tone suggested that walking over was the usual thing to do, but it’s not that easy, especially for someone who doesn’t know what lies ahead.

Instead of complaining, I simply stated the facts, as I always do.

“Hello. My name is Choseol. I was standing still, unsure if the timing was off.”

Those in higher positions, who want to assert their authority, often make a point of arriving late to show their importance. For example, in a meeting, they’ll wait to appear so that the meeting can’t begin without them, showing their confidence.

But if immortals share the same emotional system as humans, the expression on this person’s face shows confusion.

This means that he wasn’t deliberately trying to establish a hierarchy by being late.

“You could’ve just come earlier. Is this your first time at Kunlun Mountain?”

“Yes. It’s my first time.”

Then Bohyeonjin smiled brightly and started explaining about Kunlun Mountain. I expected a large, muscular person to come out and fight, but instead, a very kind person appeared.

The man from my faded memories seems to say “This is not it” while giving off a faint gleam.

So, I realize that the timeline is a little off. I’ve learned enough by now that fiction and reality aren’t the same, but why does it feel like this?

I followed Bohyeonjin, who spoke simply, and entered Kunlun Mountain.

Walking further into the passage, I saw forests and floating stones.

At first glance, it looked like we were penetrating the floating island we entered, but in reality, the island acted as the doorway.

The sky color was subtly strange, and strange creatures passed between the islands.

Bohyeonjin, whether he was pleased by my arrival or just enjoying explaining Kunlun’s charms, guided me somewhere. I thought he was taking me to a room, but he led me to a pavilion with a great view.

He made me sit there and stood across from me, staring at me before speaking.

“This is Kunlun Mountain. I’m sorry, but I heard you came to meet the Primordial Celestial Lord. May I ask what brings you here?”

Business.

Ah, so that’s what this is about.

“First, I came to inform you that I fought the Great Lord of Tongcheon.”

At that, Bohyeonjin’s expression stiffened. I guess he realized where I’m from.

“So, did you come all the way here to criticize us? We do not apologize for the extermination of that place. It may have been an evil act to those living there, but if we had left them alone, dangerous events would have occurred. And you, too, with your ominous purple color...”

“The destruction of the Heavenly Demon Church was the right choice.”

I said this, and Bohyeonjin stared at me, greatly surprised.

“The Heavenly Demon Church taught murder from a young age, ruined people’s characters, and forced those lower than them into absolute submission. And that place was also where the Great Lord cultivated hosts for his kin.”

Surprisingly, this is the truth. Guseongyong had suspected this but neglected it, while the Heavenly Demon didn’t know.

Looking at history, the basis for the Heavenly Demon Church’s rise was certainly the power of the Great Lord, but aside from Woljedang, there was no influence from Jeolgyeo.

In the faded memory, it was like selling hallucinogenics, using a café to cover it up. They didn’t profit from it, selling at cheap prices, but the place was bustling.

The people working in that café had no idea they were covering up an illegal organization.

The relationship between the Heavenly Demon Church and Jeolgyeo was just like that. Woljedang acted as the owner of the shop. But whenever something happened to the Heavenly Demon Church, they’d quickly sever ties, remaining as a small agency managing rituals and insects.

An organization that limits people’s actions and controls their bodies.

That’s what the Heavenly Demon Church was.

“That kind of organization is a harmful evil in human society, and it should be removed immediately. You did the right thing.”

Bohyeonjin looked at me with a somewhat uneasy expression.

“Then, did you come here to criticize us?”

“Criticizing the fact that a person close to me was killed is separate from the rest.”

Bohyeonjin thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Yes, that’s true. No matter how evil a person is, they have family and friends. It’s not strange to pour out emotions when they die, regardless of guilt.”

So he didn’t apologize. It’s actually the right thing to do.

If you’ve done nothing wrong, there’s no need to apologize.

For example, if a large dog suddenly bites a child, the child’s life is saved by killing the dog. But the dog was a beloved pet. The owner has the right to blame the man who killed the dog, but the man doesn’t need to apologize.

Because he did the right thing.

Criticizing is free, but responding to it isn’t.

Anyway.

I’ve finished what I wanted to do, in small steps.

“And the second thing. About the Great Lord of Tongcheon.”

Before getting to the main issue, I made preparations to do what I truly wanted.

“I killed the Great Lord of Tongcheon.”

At that, Bohyeonjin jumped to his feet. Right.

At one point, Jeolgyeo and the Heavenly Demon Church fought to the brink of extinction. The Heavenly Demon Church won, but it was a close win, and Jeolgyeo didn’t lose by a huge margin.

Now, I’m saying the one on the opposite side is dead.

It’s hard to tell if this is the truth or a lie.

But at least with this, I believe Bohyeonjin understands where I stand.

“I believe this is enough to prove that I am qualified to meet the Primordial Celestial Lord. What do you think?”

I asked, knowing how this would sound to him.

It’s a threat.

A person this powerful calls the Primordial Celestial Lord before you.

Go ahead and get someone important.

After hearing this, Bohyeonjin stood up, rolling his eyes for a moment, then nodded.

“I’ll bring the Primordial Celestial Lord.”

“Thank you.”

I’ve spoken so far.

Even though I criticized without using violence, I patiently waited, endured, and waited.

How would good people see me?

They’d probably see me as someone who can talk things through?

It’s hard to catch someone who runs away blatantly, but it’s the right approach to step forward to talk. I’m sorry, Bohyeonjin, for unintentionally making you throw the most important person to the monster’s feast.

But I came here to eat like a monster.

Hehe.