What conditions must an outsider meet to touch the light of the opponent?
The outsider touches directly.
Flesh meets flesh.
By the way, since the harvesting period contains the outsider, it has the same effect as the outsider touching.
Because capturing the outsider doesn’t mean lifting it out of the sea called the outsider; rather, it’s about flipping it over and sinking it into the sea.
The harvesting period struck with a sword.
Using a tool, it touched even though it didn’t practically touch.
An arrow was shot.
Ignoring the separation of the projectile from the body, it connected.
But the seal couldn’t be touched.
If the action wasn’t motivated by murderous intent, it wouldn’t connect with the outsider.
So what about the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign?
As the outsider’s weight multiplied by a thousand, it stuck to the ground.
Moreover, Choseol is tall. Thus, the weight felt by the body increases proportionally.
Looking at the outsider stuck to the ground, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign said:
“I’ll ask you just once. If you say you will live without coveting anyone’s warmth from now on, I will let you go just like this.”
Even a wicked person can be given a chance if they want to change themselves.
That was exactly one time; it was a chance given by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. Although there wasn’t much leeway, it was part of his life and his teachings about the heart to those in the Kunlun, the realm of immortals.
A righteous belief saved the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s life once.
But unfortunately, what stood before him was a monster born from a thoroughly twisted wicked human. As always, goodness is trampled by evil and twisted maliciously by those who envy good.
The path to hell is paved with good intentions.
Many misunderstand that good intentions can lead a person into terrible situations, but that’s not true goodness. Instead, it undermines genuine good actions.
Offering good deeds without knowing what results may arise, believing everything will turn out splendidly, is not true goodness.
For example, it’s like family gathered during a holiday discussing work income or marriage “for your sake.”
Unless the one who made such comments takes responsibility when they fall into hell.
Most don’t.
Such actions are not acts of goodness.
They mingle laziness that doesn’t bother to find out what happens with arrogance from not understanding the other party, and a self-satisfaction believing they are doing good. It’s nothing more than an ugly act devoid of genuine goodness.
Before the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign stood such a person.
A villain who foully corrupts the goodwill of others, blaming it on you while claiming you are the bad one.
So the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s kindness kept him alive, but the intensity of the evil he faced made escaping this situation far too difficult.
Thus, instead of just overpowering and trying to negotiate, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign avoided getting bitten by the outsider.
Once.
He obtained a chance by his own kindness.
The problem was that Choseol, who couldn’t use special powers like Qi, was unexpectedly weak.
Choseol’s body, having grown up in a barn that ignored human rights, wasn’t in a normal state.
His limbs and even his ribs, responsible for supporting his insides, were all broken and crushed.
Blood from all over his body, along with bodily fluids that should have been in his organs, oozed out as if squeezed.
He literally became a puddle of blood. A horrific sight with bubbles of blood boiling up from all over his body, and soon unable to overcome the thousandfold increased gravity, the flower petal was completely wrecked.
Immediately after, the heatwave of the extreme yang spear that enveloped the surroundings covered the spot. Though not easily visible, the area was still a searing hell of thousands of degrees.
The last remaining milk turned to ash, and the remaining elements vaporized, joining the chaotic currents that spun around the realm of immortals, separated into atoms and electrons.
At that moment.
It wasn’t the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s fault that he unconsciously thought he had won.
However, what stood before him wouldn’t die from that. It wouldn’t fall to the ground again just from that.
And when the vessel disappears, it’s only natural for what’s inside to flow out.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Cracks appeared all around. A small glass bottle connected to a larger one. A small dimension referred to as a pocket universe in some works, and in this context called the realm of immortals.
The inside couldn’t withstand any longer and began to crack.
Kunlun, with the ability to transcend between the bottles, watched the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign realize something strange.
Something is off.
Slosh.
And finally, the cracks gave way, breaking the entire glass bottle. Through the cracks, a pitch-black darkness was visible.
There was nothing, just an empty space that seemed to echo the darkness.
It’s not strange for an empty space to exist.
The crack itself is what’s strange.
Until now, it was referred to as a glass bottle, but strictly speaking, it is more like a cluster of light floating in the void. If it were a glass bottle, no matter how hopeless a being might feel, they would have hit the bottom.
The world is where stars gather, and if one goes out, they will eventually be pulled back to the original world due to gravitational force.
One world is akin to a galaxy, and crossing a world is similar to crossing a galaxy.
Of course, this is not the actual universe, but just an easy way to explain it.
In short, the outside of the hole is empty.
And when a glass plate breaks, particles usually scatter. So, in which direction will the fragments scatter?
The direction of the applied force? Or the direction it received the force?
The fragments drift in that deep darkness.
A colossal force resides in this spot.
The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign doesn’t feel any power, but something so immense that it can cause a phenomenon called a crack in the world is here.
And only two remain in this small realm of immortals.
Choseol, appearing intact, stepped out from the center of the crack.
“This heat is really not warm at all. I can’t help but admire your ability to cause lethally cold accidents without murderous intent.”
The outsider, having discovered his weakness, opened his mouth.
The scenario is a great evil and a boy standing before it, though in reality, the difference was far more miserable.
“Are you not thinking of stopping your quest for warmth?”
In response to the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s question, the outsider answered without even a hint of contemplation.
“No.”
The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign pulled his hands behind him. At a glance, it looked like a boy pretending to be elderly, but looking from behind, one could sense his fingertips trembling.
The outsider?
It read the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s expression and already knew he was feeling fear.
In reading human emotions, he had surpassed even the level of an expert.
“You have a strict sense of morality. Much like an intense and fair yardstick that can declare your actions as wicked. So why?”
Why do such heinous things?
“It’s too cold.”
Then, as always, the outsider speaks the truth.
“To eliminate this cold, I will do whatever it takes. It seems I’m bad in every way, but who cares? Does that reduce the cold? Is it enough for others to be happy if I endure? No. I am the most important.”
He answered decisively.
While staring at the still-hesitant Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, urging him to possess murderous intent, to kill him.
“And I have someone before me who has the ability to not wait until someone cries out for me from below. Isn’t it only natural to want to get something by any means? I can invade actively now instead of passively waiting.”
A person soon sees a similarity between themselves and another person in something very different. But suddenly, there’s a period they come to detest. Once they pass that stage, they rise up again, and this period is called the uncanny valley.
At the center of that valley.
There’s the outsider’s smiling face.
The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign analyzed the outsider’s words.
Trying to think of him like Daegon, but looked inside instead of outside, erasing that thought.
Daegon had come into this world not only for survival but fundamentally for his own greed. That greed had ruined his world, brought him to this world, and he, unable to abandon his own greed, had started a conflict with those indigenous beings known as Kunlun.
But this is different.
A tiger must eat meat to survive.
A tiger with goodwill towards other beings will starve to death. That’s a cry of that nature.
Seeing the hesitant Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, the outsider inwardly thought how much he truly disliked him. Too fond of humanity, he does not do what he must.
Thus, they must be eliminated as enemies.
The outsider’s human model inherently drags along the premise that all humans are more accustomed to wicked deeds. Having a good person around does nothing to help achieve warmth.
Warmth arrives when one affirms human desires and does anything to fulfill them.
When good people begin to gather, it’s like the spread of avian influenza in a chicken farm. Then, they won’t be able to feast on chicken.
The outsider doesn’t mistake human emotions.
The reason the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign hesitates is not from fear, but from the understanding that he is trying to comprehend and persuade the other.
Therefore.
The outsider changes direction.
It’s easy to mistake good people for obedient ones, but in reality, it’s the opposite. They confront wrongdoing, even if it means personal loss.
They speak against wrongs, confront laws if they’re flawed, and challenge morals if they’re incorrect.
“Did you know? Long ago, I was once human.”
It signifies that this behavior doesn’t stem from ignorance.
The outsider rearranges his position.
“So I understand humans well. Humans are born wicked, and if I give them power, they will kill each other, providing warmth to me forever.”
Not as individuals, but as enemies that they must throw their lives at one another.
“I need warmth. To put it metaphorically, I can’t bring a plague to the feeding grounds, can I?”
I know that for people to form a massive group and create a society, goodness is necessary, and they must follow it.
“I’ll say it once more. I will do anything to obtain warmth. Anything.”
Upon hearing those words, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign solidified his resolve.
“Alright, you chose this path. Then, I have no choice but to defeat you here.”
Raising his hand, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign extended it forward, commanding the countless tools floating around him.
“Maximum output. Gravity times ten thousand.”
The world shrunk.
