Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 299

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Chapter 299
In the thick of the fierce battle.
There were figures moving through the air like swimmers in a void, concealing their presence from the southeast of the Immortal Heavenly Cult’s main compound.
It was Cheon Hui and his party.
“So the old man and the other one have called at least three of the Mang Hun Sajah.”
Go Yeong Nak murmured as he watched the distant collision of tingling energy waves unfolding far below.
“That works in our favor.”
Ki Jung Hak spoke, his eyes narrowing.
Vibrations were felt beneath their feet with each step.
They were reverberating from that intense battle.
“All the preparations are complete. Now we just need to do our part.”
Yuk Won let his quiet voice drift forward.
Pa Ma Dae Ju and Hyeop Wi Dae Ju had already done everything they could.
What remained was only their task.
“Let’s hurry.”
They quickened their pace at once.
Moving covertly through the cacophony of clashing blades and the tumult of energy, they soon reached a high wall.
Thump.
They landed before it as lightly as feathers.
Still holding their presence in check.
Yuk Won lifted his head and spoke.
“We’ll have to clear this wall.”
At his words, they all looked up.
From the wall, standing roughly three zhang high, a peculiar energy emanated.
Sticky, unpleasant……
An energy that instinctively repelled.
‘An energy as distinctive as blood qi.’
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
His eyes, infused with the inner power of the Plum Blossom Divine Art, pierced through the wall—or rather, the entire Array Formation that spread across the whole of the Immortal Heavenly Cult’s main compound.
Because of this, to his eyes the chaotic energy appeared as a hemispherical shape, encasing the compound.
It was a form that protected the compound overall.
‘Hmm, quite a respectable array.’
The formation was tightly woven.
It could be counted among the finest of many formations he knew.
‘But in the end, that’s all it amounts to.’
Cheon Hui twisted his lips slightly.
No matter how elaborate the array, it was ultimately just an array formation.
With a Life Gate and a Death Gate.
And those gates and passages were now perfectly visible to Cheon Hui’s eyes.
“Then follow me.”
Yuk Won spoke with a tense expression.
For them, meeting the Immortal Cult Master in peak condition was the most important task.
Therefore, they had to pass through the Eternal Life Immortal Formation before them with ease.
He stepped forward.
In an instant, inner power flowed from his entire body, and his trouser legs surged violently.
“One bound should do it.”
He finished speaking, then stamped his foot.
Whoosh!
He shot upward like a gale wind.
The others followed right after him.
Their movements were swift and covert.
Moving at a tremendous speed like a beacon shooting skyward, they unfolded their movement techniques and soon leaped cleanly over the wall.
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At the Murim Alliance’s assault, those in the Immortal Heavenly Cult’s main compound stirred with noise.
The cult’s disciples rushed without hesitation at their enemies, while the Immortal Heavenly Cult’s leaders hurried to direct them.
Yet within that tumultuous main compound, there existed a place of silence.
The Cheon Tong Pavilion.
Across the vast grounds of the Immortal Heavenly Cult, it was a pavilion that soared so high it was visible at a single glance—a structure that reached toward the sky without knowing its limits.
And on the topmost floor of this Cheon Tong Pavilion, a strange sight unfolded.
Dozens of people clothed in purple garments knelt in two lines with a measured distance between them, as if forming a path.
All of them had their eyes closed tightly.
……
In that same moment, the place fell silent—eerily so.
Though bitter winter wind swept through the open spaces from all directions, not a single person moved.
Even their breathing had become barely perceptible.
And at the end of the path they had opened stood a man, his hands clasped behind his back.
The young man, who seemed barely past thirty, possessed sharp, delicate features and a fine jawline—a beauty that transcended the ordinary.
Whoooosh—
The bitter winter wind swept through.
Those kneeling before him had their hair whipped wildly by it.
Yet where he stood remained strangely serene.
His garments and hair settled calmly about him, undisturbed.
This created the illusion that he alone existed apart from this world.
With his back held rigid and straight, the man moved his distinctly black-and-white eyes, letting his gaze fall sharply downward.
Toward the battle unfolding before him.
Those pitch-black pupils, which held the fierce clash between the Immortal Heavenly Cult devotees and Murim Alliance warriors, now framed lips the color of blood as they moved.
“The living sacrifices have come of their own accord.”
The voice did not emanate from his moving lips, but rather echoed from all directions around the space.
Six Harmonies Transmission Sound.
Immediately after, a translucent energy wave carrying his voice rippled outward in all directions like waves, causing the Cheon Tong Pavilion itself to vibrate.
Truly, a transcendent sight.
Yet those who knelt were not startled or shaken by such a display.
They faced it as though it were only natural.
And indeed, it was.
Who was this man?
He was their god—the Immortal Cult Master.
“Truly, it is exquisite, is it not.”
The Six Harmonies Transmission Sound unfolded once more, piercing directly into the minds—not merely the ears—of the cult devotees seated behind him.
“It is so, Master.”
Those kneeling, the cult devotees, replied and lowered their heads in deep obeisance.
Not the slightest variation.
Their posture was truly sacred.
But the Immortal Cult Master paid them no attention.
He merely gazed upon the battle below, humming to himself.
“Such a beautiful eruption of emotion.”
The scorching atmosphere of the battle unfolding before his eyes ignited something within his chest.
Ambition and passion, blood lust and murderous intent.
And even the sorrow and terror of those who faced death.
All manner of forces and emotions swirled together.
Chaos itself.
Watching the tangled threads of emotion fray and scatter in countless directions, the Immortal Cult Master slowly bared his teeth in a smile.
It was a smile cold enough to chill the blood.
Yet from the lips of such a beautiful man, it radiated an uncanny allure.
Then.
“Master.”
A voice broke the spell.
Immediately after, an old man in pure white robes materialized beside him.
One of the Immortal Heavenly Cult’s Two Death Sages.
Mang Hun Sajah.
The Immortal Cult Master regarded the suddenly appearing Mang Hun Sajah with narrowed eyes and opened his mouth.
“What is the matter?”
“The Eternal Life Immortal Formation has been breached.”
The Immortal Cult Master’s brow twitched.
In an instant, all expression vanished from his face.
In its place, an indescribable, chilling killing intent rose within his pitch-black eyes.
“Who dares commit such an act?”
“We have not yet fully ascertained… Gack!”
Mang Hun Sajah gasped.
It felt as though something invisible had seized his throat and lifted him into the air.
And at that moment, the eyes of the Immortal Cult Master gazing down at him flared.
Whoosh—
Mang Hun Sajah’s body lifted, rising about an inch off the ground.
It was an uncanny sight.
No one had laid a hand on him, nor had he summoned his own power to move.
Void Absorption.
Only those who had trained their Internal Force to its absolute limits could wield such a transcendent ability—truly a power that surpassed the merely human.
“So you don’t know,” the Immortal Cult Master murmured.
His voice dropped to barely a whisper.
He spoke while holding Mang Hun Sajah’s gaze.
In that same instant, Mang Hun Sajah’s suspended body was drawn helplessly toward the Immortal Cult Master.
When he was nearly face to face—
The color drained from Mang Hun Sajah’s face as he met the Immortal Cult Master’s eyes, stark black and white, gleaming with demonic power.
His breath caught.
Yet even in that moment of suffocation, a glimmer of joy flickered in Mang Hun Sajah’s eyes.
‘Ah, the Master has broken through the wall and ascended to an even higher realm.’
He was rejoicing in his master’s transcendence.
“I will find out at once,” Mang Hun Sajah said.
“Good. You have one hour. Within that time, discover who they are and how they penetrated the Eternal Life Immortal Formation.”
The Immortal Cult Master issued the command quietly.
His tone was soft and measured.
Hearing this, Mang Hun Sajah’s lips curled back in an expression of reverence, stretched in a smile of pure rapture.
It was a grin thick with murderous intent.
“As you command.”
The Immortal Cult Master released his grip.
Thud.
Mang Hun Sajah’s feet touched the ground, and in the next breath, he drew his sword like lightning.
It was instantaneous.
The blade, trailing a faint sword energy, plunged directly into the floor beneath where he stood.
Crash!
The ground shattered and collapsed.
And through the gaping chasm—
Whoosh!
Four figures shot upward from below.
Weaving through the tendrils of sword energy that lashed out was no simple feat.
Seeing that his enemies had taken to the air to evade his blade, Mang Hun Sajah raised the sword he had driven into the ground.
His stance was the ordinary middle guard position.
But the resonance of sword energy radiating from his entire body was anything but ordinary.
Whummmmm—
The air itself began to sing.
The energy wave from Mang Hun Sajah’s sword seemed to make the very atmosphere recoil in dread.
“No!”
“We must evade!”
“Hurry!”
“Watch out!”
The four still suspended in mid-air—
Yuk Won and his companions tried to move desperately, but before they could—
Whish!
Mang Hun Sajah’s blade swept forth.
As the sword cut from left to right, the world began to fill with darkness.
There was no aura, no sound.
Yet from the movement originating at his waist, all around him was severed with absolute simplicity.
The range was immense.
Columns fell, and even the structures of the Pavilion on the uppermost level could not escape the blade’s path, crumbling as they were struck.
Crack—
Finally, the roof of the Cheon Tong Pavilion came crashing down.
The devastation was so sudden and terrible that everyone in the Immortal Heavenly Cult’s main grounds—and even those fighting in the distance—were stunned, their attention torn away in an instant.
Only for a moment.
Whoooosh!
Then a violent wind descended from above.
It was Go Yeong Nak, the Demon-Quelling Swordmaster.
Running across the crumbling structure of the pavilion, he closed in on the Immortal Cult Master.
In a single breath, he drew the blade hanging at his waist and thrust toward the crown of the man’s head—who stood at ease with his hands clasped behind his back.
Cheok Cheop Il Geom.
The sword, scattering fierce sword energy, tore through space as it fell downward.
A vicious strike aimed at his opening.
‘He’s dropped his guard!’
Go Yeong Nak thought he had seized victory.
But then—
The Immortal Cult Master tilted his chin up, watching the blade descend toward his head.
His bearing remained utterly serene.
And in that instant.
Clang!
The space between them rang out sharply.
“What—!”
Go Yeong Nak staggered back in shock.
A translucent energy barrier had formed around the Immortal Cult Master, and his blade could not pierce through.
‘A Protective Qi Shield?!’
As he faltered in surprise.
“Is that truly the extent of your power?”
The Immortal Cult Master released his hands from behind his back.
And met Go Yeong Nak’s gaze.
In that moment.
“……!”
Go Yeong Nak felt his consciousness slipping away.
The darkness blooming in those pitch-black pupils swallowed his awareness whole.
“How tedious.”
The Immortal Cult Master, having unleashed the transcendent Six Harmonies Transmission Sound, slowly extended his right hand.
The motion was deliberate, unhurried.
Yet Go Yeong Nak could not evade.
His consciousness was already ensnared by the Immortal Cult Master’s gaze.
His palm made contact.
The Immortal Cult Master seized Go Yeong Nak’s head and began channeling his power slowly.
A faint violet energy flowed forth.
And then.
Crack!
Go Yeong Nak’s entire body convulsed violently.
The tremors subsided quickly, and a mouthful of dark, viscous blood sprayed from his seven apertures.
Death was instantaneous.
“Disappointing.”
The Immortal Cult Master glanced at Go Yeong Nak’s corpse with indifference, then hurled it backward.
The body plummeted downward.
Moments later, a faint crushing sound echoed from below.
“…….”
Silence descended.
Yuk Won and the remaining members of his group lost their words in the face of the Immortal Cult Master’s overwhelming Divine Presence.
Seeing them frozen, the Immortal Cult Master clasped his hands behind his back again and spoke.
“Render aid to this messenger.”
Even as those words left his mouth, the Immortal Heavenly Cult followers who had been prostrating themselves rose slowly, lifting their heads.
Their voices trembled with fervent devotion.
“We shall obey the will of the divine.”

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