Chapter 127
Enlightenment is.
Something I can only attain by realizing myself.
Like the particles of air that make up the void.
You have to feel the inhale to realize that there is air.
To realize that there is air by feeling the breath exhaled.
To realize that I accept the intangible and intangible fragments as my own.
The Bing Tian Sword Buping was no longer the same as it had been in his memories of the Beihai Ice Palace two years ago. He has sharpened his neglected sword once again and feels inadequate against the sword that was rumored to be unbeatable in the Beihai.
He realized that the influence of a master from a distant land called Zhongyuan had come to dominate the Beihai, and he cried tears of blood at the helplessness of the Binggung to stop the rampage of a master, and he was freed from the boredom and arrogance that had been imprinted on his mind as he watched the men and young men who had come to save him from years of helplessness.
He remembers the thunder dragon struggling against the immense skill of a foreign master he could not defeat, a master named Yeogon, who was called Qing Shengfa, and the young man who threw furious blows between them.
It reminded him of one of the worlds of nothingness he had dreamed of long ago.
So Bupyeong resolved that day to change. To change.
He decided that the only way he could repay them for their help was to change himself, to leave behind the image of the young man and the man who had left the North Sea, to thank the young man for his help, and to train his sword so that the North Sea could change.
