One of the Three Masters of the World.

The man known as the Supreme Conqueror, hailed as the pinnacle of martial artists.

Although he was born into the noble Biga family,
he chose to live as a warrior,
pursuing a path driven by his own ambitions rather than the responsibilities of his bloodline.

Biju, the Supreme Conqueror.

If one were to describe his life,
it could be summed up as madness.

A martial artist consumed by the desire to elevate his martial arts to the highest level,
a man who set his sights on transcending as a warrior born into the world.

He walked a straight path, without looking back,
always running forward—this was Biju, the Supreme Conqueror.

He was different from others from birth.

By the time he was old enough to form a fist,
he could already knock down his elders one after another.

His innate talent was so exceptional,
even the family head and elders were certain
he would restore the Biga family to glory.

However...

“I won’t do it. I’m not interested.”

One day, Biju left a letter behind and disappeared without a trace.

When Biju was fifteen,
he left his family, declaring that he would abandon his heritage.

It was, essentially, a runaway.

The reason Biju left behind his prestigious family
was none other than this:
He wanted to experience the wider world,
gain enlightenment from it,
and use that enlightenment to create his own martial art.

The Biga family possessed their own unique martial art,
known as Biyeoui Do-gong, created for the bloodline.

But...

“It’s boring.”

Biju didn’t like their martial art.

Even though the martial art of the Biga family could be considered a divine technique,
Biju desired to create his own path.

Thus began the young Biju's journey into the martial world.

The start of his journey was duels.
Wherever his feet took him, Biju sought out masters to challenge in martial combat.

Some refused him,
and there were many times when he almost died in the process.

In the years spent fighting on the edge between life and death,
Biju screamed and fought in countless duels.

Amid countless defeats and victories over the years,
Biju gradually became an apex martial artist.

Was that the turning point?

“This is pointless.”

He left the family, despising their martial art,
only to find himself using it during his duels.

Having gained much insight,
Biju sought to find a new way.

He decided to create a martial art that could satisfy him.

The young prodigy, and the youngest apex martial artist of his time,
left the expectations of the world behind
and retreated into a secluded mountain for ten years.

Ten years.

It was not a small amount of time,
but to create a new martial art, it was far too short.

Moreover,
Biju still had another inner art within him.
Even if he created a new martial art,
it would be useless if it clashed with his inner art, causing his meridians to become twisted.

Thus,
Biju decided to erase the inner art from his body first.

Even though he had cultivated his inner art to the apex,
he did not hesitate.

It took him a year to erase what he knew,
while ensuring that his dantian wouldn’t burn and his meridians wouldn’t be damaged.

Once he succeeded in erasing it,
that was when the real journey began.

He sought more efficient movements
and created a martial art that would enhance those movements.

Though the path was unclear,
Biju was never at a loss.

The movements he dreamed of had long been in his mind,
and he had already laid the foundation during the year he spent erasing his family’s inner art.

All he needed to do was move as he envisioned.

Others might have said, “That’s easier said than done,”
but for Biju,
he had the talent to make it a reality.

When Biju created his martial art,
he based its framework, imagery, and objective around destruction.

In his mind, the purpose of martial arts was to destroy.
Thus, he sought the most efficient movements and internal energy control for destruction.

Biju stayed up night after night,
striving to forge a path toward destruction,
and ten years passed.

Crack—

Boom!

A massive boulder behind the mountain collapsed,
and as he watched it crumble and sweep across the ground,
Biju realized,

“It’s time to go back.”

It was time for him to return to the martial world.

By then, Biju was over thirty years old.

After spending ten years in seclusion on a mountain,
the world had changed significantly.

The Blue Dragon of the Namgung family had succeeded the family head position
and had gained fame as one of the Five Great Swordsmen of the World.

A middle-aged warrior known as the Windstorm Sword was also rising to prominence.

Biju once again resumed his duel journey.

He had not even given his new martial art a name yet,
but once more, Biju traveled to challenge masters to duels.

He met three of the Five Great Swordsmen of the World
and even fought against Iron Blood Warship, who was regarded as the strongest of the era.

He didn’t discriminate between righteous or demonic sects,
challenging anyone in his path.

Even though he had created his own martial art,
he continued to suffer defeat.
There were still plenty of people stronger than him.

However, he did not stop moving forward.

When he lost, he would simply get back up.
And when he won, he was never satisfied.

The Blue Dragon of the Namgung family was sharp,
the wild Windstorm Sword was strong,
the promising Plum Blossom Swordsman of Mount Hua was swift,
and the top disciple of Kunlun pursued a heavy sword.

Biju couldn’t defeat anyone with his newly created martial art,
but as time passed,

“It’s not bad.”

Lying on the ground, spitting up blood,
Biju nodded in satisfaction.

He never hesitated.

He was certain.

The martial art he had created would one day become an invincible divine technique.

Thus, he was not disappointed.

His arms and legs were still intact,
and his eyes could still see.

“I’m lucky. I thought I’d lose a limb by now.”

“It’s really not bad.”

He didn’t stop moving forward.
With each defeat, he discovered what was lacking.

Pursue the martial path without end.

That is the essence of a martial artist.

“Just a little more.”

The path was still clear before him.
The road ahead was difficult,
as no one had ever paved it before, making it all the more arduous.

“But it’s fun.”

Walking a path of his own making
had its own kind of joy.

Biju wiped the blood from his body and stood.

Three martial artists lay dead in front of him,
their blood splattered, their breaths stilled.

Who were they?
Someone said they were from a famous demonic sect.

Biju hadn’t even bothered to learn their names.

As Biju inspected the men who had died by his hand,
he suddenly recalled something.

“Your fists... break the heavens.”

The one who spoke had a nickname with Sky in it.

Was it Sa-cheon Gwaicheol?

It was something along those lines.

“Breaking the heavens, huh.”

He wasn’t an extraordinary martial artist.
Biju didn’t even remember his face, so he must not have been important.

When it came to the heavens,
the sword bathed in moonlight wielded by the Windstorm Sword during their duel
was much more fitting.

At the very least,
he had truly slashed through the heavens.

Biju smiled at the memory.
It was a duel worth remembering,
even though he had nearly died.

“The heavens, not bad at all.”

Breaking the heavens...
It had a nice ring to it.

“In that case, from now on,
this martial art will be called Heaven-Breaking (Pacheon).”

Tua-Pa Cheonmu,
the martial art Biju had created, now had a name.
At the same time, after killing three of the Eight Demon Kings on his own,
Biju ascended to the rank of an absolute master.

Biju paid no mind to the rumors and gossip.
What mattered to him was perfecting his martial art,
not the titles others gave him.

Time passed.

The Windstorm Sword, without Biju’s knowledge, had become the leader of the Alliance.
The once strongest, Iron Blood Warship, had died from an illness.

The promising martial artist of Mount Hua had become the sect leader,
and the disciple of Kunlun now held a similar position.

Yet, Biju remained the same.

It was enough for him to be called a martial artist.

That was all Biju thought about.
He didn’t even know when people started calling him one of the Three Masters.

Again, to emphasize,
the completion of his martial art was what mattered most to Biju.
That was his life’s goal.

Then, one day...

“Ah.”

While training as usual,
Biju had a realization.

“This is troublesome.”

He realized that he wouldn’t be able to complete his martial art.

Though his advanced mastery had allowed him to maintain his youth to some extent,
his aging body and meridians were a problem.

With such powerful energy coursing through him, his martial art was not in decline,
but the issue was that he couldn’t progress any further.

He was only one step away from completion,
but now...

“Well then.”

He let out a hollow laugh.

All the countless duels,
and the heights he had pushed his body to,
had come back to haunt him as poison.

“Haha.”

It was only as he approached old age
that he realized the biggest problem.

His martial art
was impossible to complete with an aging body.

Even with the youth that his internal energy had preserved,
he couldn’t reach the peak of Tua-Pa Cheonmu.

His body had already grown too old.

No amount of miraculous medicines could turn back time.

On a day when the sky was soaked and snow was falling,
as always, Biju didn’t hesitate.

If the problem was a lack of time
and an aging, weakened body,
then he would simply turn things around.

Rejuvenation.

Biju decided to reverse his age.

He already knew the side effects of the technique.
If his meridians weakened and his vessel shrunk,
he figured he could just expand them again.

As long as he could deal with the weakened state, it wouldn’t be impossible.

With a youthful body,
the realization he had reached at this point,
and the energy he would accumulate over time,
he could achieve the ultimate level of martial arts.

To Biju, the completion of his martial art was far more important
than the fame and power he had amassed as the Supreme Conqueror.

Biju returned to the Biga family to prepare for his rejuvenation.

Although he had walked his own path, leaving the family behind,
he still repaid their kindness by sending all the wealth he had earned to the family.
The fame of the Supreme Conqueror had been a great benefit to the Biga family.

Thus, the family head had no reason to resent Biju’s return.

When he came back to the family,
the head of the family had passed from his father to his brother,
and from his brother to his nephew.

Biju could sense how much time had passed.

When he informed the family head that he intended to reverse his age,
the head of the Biga family expressed concern,
but Biju had already made up his mind.

That night,
Biju discarded everything he had achieved
and turned back the clock on his body.

“...Sh*t.”

He cursed as he felt his vessel and meridians in a pitiful state.

It was much worse than he expected.
He was at a level where mastering martial arts seemed impossible.

   
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After undergoing rejuvenation,
a little over ten years had passed.

Biju discarded his name
and lived as a member of the Biga family, under the name Bi Eujin.

His body, which had become nearly incapable of practicing martial arts,
had barely been restored to a normal level.

This was only possible because of the miraculous elixirs
Biju had stashed away as the Supreme Conqueror, one of the Three Masters of the world.

‘What should I do?’

Lying on the ground, basking in the soft sunlight,
Bi Eujin constantly pondered.

How could he master his martial art?

Tua-Pa Cheonmu.

Though he had created it himself, the martial art was incredibly difficult.
Only after experiencing rejuvenation did he realize its true complexity.

How should he use his joints?
How should he apply the strength of his muscles?

Which direction should his inner energy flow at any given moment?

Every element needed to align perfectly for this divine martial art to be performed.

Since the martial art was built around destruction,
even if just one part was off, it wouldn’t be executed properly.

Above all, the body was the most important part.

‘I was foolish.’

After undergoing rejuvenation, Bi Eujin’s body
could no longer properly handle the Tua-Pa Cheonmu that he had created.
His body couldn’t keep up with his mind.

‘...Was I too greedy?’

How much more miraculous fortune would it take
for his body to get close to the one he had when he was Biju?
No...

‘It has to be even better.’

He realized this only after his body had deteriorated.

For his martial art to be complete, his body had to be near perfection.

It needed to be so capable that,
even before reaching adulthood,
he could ascend to the peak just by fulfilling the inner energy requirements.

‘...Sigh.’

As the thought crossed his mind, Bi Eujin couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

It was something he hadn’t realized before,
but finding a body of that caliber in the entire martial world would be nearly impossible.

‘What should I do?’

With his current body, it was impossible to reach the ultimate stage.
He had underestimated the toll rejuvenation would take.

Had he known it would be this difficult,
he might have gathered every miraculous elixir in the world before starting.

‘Am I really going to fail to reach the ultimate stage?’

When he first underwent rejuvenation,
he thought that he could simply build up his strength again.
After all, that had been the pattern of his life as Biju.

He thought he could do it again this time,
but the situation was far worse than expected.

Even reaching the level he had once achieved seemed nearly impossible.

‘I must find a way.’

He couldn’t let it end like this.
As always, he needed to find a solution.

He couldn’t rely on brute force anymore.
He needed to find something else...something different.

“Brother!”
‘Damn.’

Lost in his thoughts,
Bi Eujin momentarily forgot that he had been hiding.
He tried to conceal himself, but it was already too late.

Someone approached him.

“You’re hiding here again! What are you doing?”
“...Tsk.”

It was Bi Bi, a member of the Biga family.

Though she was known as Bi Eujin’s younger sister,
she was actually closer to a granddaughter by bloodline.

Additionally,
she was one of the reasons why Biju,
who had once been obsessed with martial arts,
had not ended his life after realizing he could no longer achieve his goals.

“Seriously... Why do you keep hiding?”
“Because you’re always bothering me, so I have no choice but to hide.”
“How much have I really bothered you…!”
“So, what is it this time?”

With a deep sigh, Bi Eujin asked Bi Bi.

It was probably something like inviting him to eat together
or asking him to train with her again.

That’s what she usually asked.

Bi Eujin assumed as much,
but this time Bi Bi brought up something different.

“Brother, have you heard about the Dragon Phoenix Gathering?”
“...No?”

Dragon Phoenix Gathering.
Just hearing the name made him feel annoyed.

His current alias was Two Dragons.
Until he restored his strength, he didn’t want to attract any attention.

-Please! If you come with me this time, I promise I won’t bother you for six months!

Because Bi Bi had clung to him, pleading with him for days on end,
he reluctantly agreed to go.

He had planned to just take it easy once he got there.

‘The problem was that the young martial artists were too weak.’

The younger generation of martial artists was lacking.
People kept saying they were the most talented in history or the generation of meteors,
but they were far inferior to what he had been as a young martial artist.

Of course, there were a few genuine talents among them,
but they hadn’t matured yet.

“So what’s the issue?”

Bi Eujin asked, unimpressed.
Was she going to complain that he hadn’t attended the Dragon Phoenix Gathering?

“They say a dragon appeared in this year’s Martial Arts Competition.”

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be that.

“A dragon?”

A dragon? Was she talking about the Five Dragons and Three Phoenixes?
People’s obsession with nicknames was the same back then as it was now.

“Yes... They say it’s a True Dragon.”

True Dragon.
It meant a real dragon among many dragons.
Quite a grand expression.

“And what’s the problem with that?”

Dragons would keep appearing.
After all, it was a title given by the Alliance, so it was up to them.

Bi Eujin had no expectations for the Alliance ever since the Sword Master had left.

Annoyed by Bi Eujin’s indifferent response,
Bi Bi exclaimed,

“They say that True Dragon is rumored to be a disciple of that person...!”
“That person? Who?”
“Our great-uncle….”
“...?”

Bi Eujin furrowed his brow at Bi Bi’s words.

Her great-uncle?

The only elder left in the Biga family who was above the current family head was...

‘Me?’

That meant she was referring to Biju, himself.

“That's nonsense.”

Bi Eujin replied firmly to Bi Bi’s claim.

He hadn’t taken any disciples.

Such trivial things didn’t matter to him;
perfecting his martial art was the only thing of importance.

‘Wait.’

“No, listen! Apparently, this True Dragon showed up with a recommendation letter from our great-uncle…”
‘A disciple?’

Bi Bi continued talking, but Bi Eujin wasn’t really listening.

A disciple?

‘Yes, a disciple.’

The goal of Bi Eujin’s life was
to perfect his martial art.

If his current body couldn’t achieve that,
then…

‘Couldn’t I have someone else complete it in my place?’

If he could find someone with the talent and body
capable of mastering Tua-Pa Cheonmu to its ultimate stage,
then they could achieve what he couldn’t.

“They say that this person might have reached the peak level before even coming of age. How is that possible?”
“The peak? Who are you talking about?”
“The one they’re calling True Dragon.”

At Bi Bi’s words, Bi Eujin’s eyes widened.

“Do you know that person’s name?”
“Who? The True Dragon?”
“Yes.”
“I think... it was something like Gu... Gu something. I don’t know the details. But I heard he’s the younger brother of the Sword Phoenix.”
“…The younger brother of the Sword Phoenix.”

Sword Phoenix.
Bi Eujin knew of the family where the Sword Phoenix came from.
It was home to a hidden monster, one who concealed his fangs.

It was also the domain of one of his few friends.

‘If he’s stayed there…’

He had heard about the child a few times.
His personality had apparently changed over time,
and Gu Ryon had once asked if Bi Eujin could visit.

“...The peak level, before coming of age.”

“Brother?”

“That’s it… that’s the answer.”

“Brother? Hey? Where are you going… hey!”

Though Bi Bi called after him frantically,
Bi Eujin ignored her and started moving. In his mind,
he was now aware of Gu Yangcheon’s existence.

 
   
   
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And so, the moment finally arrived.

Standing face-to-face with Gu Yangcheon, Bi Eujin realized that he was far more exceptional than expected.

‘An incredible level.’

When he heard that the Mud Raccoon of the Open Faction had come here on Gu Yangcheon’s request,
he couldn’t help but laugh.
Perhaps it was due to their aligned intentions.
He had thought it was perfect timing.

“How is it?”

A body and talent that had surpassed the peak at such a young age.
On top of that, the body was nearly perfect—just as he had hoped.

He had heard that Gu Yangcheon specialized in martial arts,
so the probability that his joints and physical condition were trained as Bi Eujin desired was high.

In other words,

‘He was born to learn Tua-Pa Cheonmu.’

Everything fit perfectly.
All the conditions were aligned for Gu Yangcheon to complete Bi Eujin’s martial art.

He was so impressive that, for a moment,
Bi Eujin had mistaken him for a martial artist who had also undergone rejuvenation like himself.
That’s how remarkable his condition was.

Even now,
he had harbored a slight doubt.
But the moment he grabbed Gu Yangcheon by the neck,
Bi Eujin knew.

No matter what methods were used,
no body that had undergone rejuvenation could possess such clear and powerful meridians and a vessel like this.

Recalling that, Bi Eujin spoke.

“It just so happens that my master is looking for a disciple.”

Honestly,
selling himself out like this was quite embarrassing,
but Gu Yangcheon wouldn’t know any better, so it didn’t matter.

Though Bi Eujin had never once used his title as the Supreme Conqueror to his advantage,
he was well aware of how immense the reputation of the Supreme Conqueror was.
This time, he had to use it.

If it were the teachings of one of the Three Masters,
there would be no refusal.

Bi Eujin looked at Gu Yangcheon with a dream in his mind.

‘If his talent and my teachings were combined...’

He would finally witness the ultimate level of Tua-Pa Cheonmu.

‘Come on, just say yes...’

As long as he agreed,
a new history would begin.
As the successor to Tua-Pa Cheonmu, Gu Yangcheon would surpass even greater heights.

“I’m not interested.”

“Good, I’ll immediately... What?”

At Gu Yangcheon’s response,
Bi Eujin was left speechless.

“What did you say?”

“No, I’m not interested. I’m not doing it.”

“You must not fully understand, but as I mentioned before, my master is…”

“Yes, I understand, but I’m still not interested.”

Gu Yangcheon’s response left
Bi Eujin with the most shocked expression he had ever worn—
second only to the time right after his rejuvenation.