I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 160

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Chapter 160. The Heavenly Demon Spirit (3)
The Ten Thousand Great Mountains. Upon its highest peak stood a pavilion.
A woman arrived at that place, where entry was granted only to the rarest of chosen beings.
“I offer my respects, Master.”
Ma-hwa Un-yeong pressed her forehead to the ground, expressing reverence and respect as she announced her arrival to the Heavenly Demon Emperor Cheon Yu-hwa—her master, her parent, and the very meaning of her existence.
“Raise your head.”
When Cheon Yu-hwa’s voice emerged softer than the rigid, cold tone she had used with the elders before, Un-yeong lifted her head with a delighted smile and settled into a kneeling position.
“Come up here instead of sitting there.”
The Heavenly Demon Emperor, the absolute sovereign of the Jigo Murim, had only one being with whom she truly opened her heart—and that was Un-yeong.
Merely forty years ago, in the aftermath of the great conflict between the Orthodox and Heterodox Sects, villages had been razed and martial artists slaughtered. Un-yeong had been an orphaned girl, dying upon her parents’ corpses, unable to nurse. Cheon Yu-hwa had taken her in and raised her, so it was only natural that a parental affection had blossomed.
Thus, she had bestowed upon Un-yeong the title of Heavenly Demon’s disciple—a designation granted to no other.
That single title alone granted her influence within the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult exceeding even that of the elders, making clear how deeply Cheon Yu-hwa cherished her.
Of course, Un-yeong did not abuse this position, wielding her authority recklessly throughout the sect.
The Heavenly Demon’s messenger, a flower steeped in demonism, the greatest martial artist of the later generations.
Though called by many titles, one truth remained certain: every authority that flowed from her lips came solely from the Heavenly Demon’s command. In truth, she harbored little interest in power and prestige.
Only cultivation mattered to her—the desire to follow even in the footsteps of her parent and master was all that truly held significance.
“Come up. It has been long since we shared tea together.”
Un-yeong smiled softly and ascended to the pavilion, settling across from Cheon Yu-hwa. She sipped the tea offered to her, waiting for the next command to be issued.
Only after draining the cup entirely did Cheon Yu-hwa speak.
“So, what have you discovered?”
The Heavenly Demon Emperor had assigned Un-yeong only two tasks.
First, to assess the potential and power of those who would become the new Heavenly Demons, determining whether there existed material capable of becoming a blade that could slay her. Second, if such material did not exist, to ask the Heavenly Demons of the Flying Cave whether her plan to become a true Demon God was feasible, and to bring back their answers.
For this purpose alone, she had lent Un-yeong the Heavenly Demon Token—a treasure passed down only through the Heavenly Demon lineage.
Un-yeong hesitated briefly before a figure surfaced in her mind, and she opened her mouth.
“First, Master, the blade you so desperately desired—one with potential exceeding even your own—it exists.”
At those words, Cheon Yu-hwa’s eyes widened.
Cheon Yu-hwa—called by countless titles: the greatest prodigy of all ages, a monster, an absolute being, a great defier of fate—was regarded as an unparalleled genius that the Jigo Murim would never see again.
“Potential that surpasses mine… exists?”
Thus, while she considered this fact a shackle binding her, she also harbored immense pride in it.
In nearly 8,500 years, no martial artist had ever been born with talent and fortune equal to hers. Yet now, for the first time, a martial artist had appeared whose potential exceeded her own.
And these words came from the lips of her own disciple, the one she believed understood her best.
The probability that this was truth was overwhelming. No—it was certain.
An ability known only to herself and her master Cheon Yu-hwa—Ma-hwa Un-yeong’s unique gift: the eyes to perceive the magnitude of another’s potential.
“That radiant, distant light was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. Though presumptuous to say… that light far surpassed you, Master.”
Those eyes had rendered their verdict: Shin Ju-ha’s potential far exceeded that of Cheon Yu-hwa.
The absolute sovereign of the Jigo Murim rose abruptly from her seat, turned, and gazed down from the summit across ten thousand leagues.
Her heart trembled. Though she had lived for countless ages and endured much, the word “death” now approached directly, and her chest surged with emotion.
A face filled with longing and yearning kept surfacing hazily in her mind—a face she had not forgotten for a single moment since awakening in the hidden cave of opportunity within the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave, yet one that had never truly materialized clearly. Along with that face remained a longing, intimate feeling.
That intimate warmth accompanying the memory of that face.
‘What could it possibly be.’
Perhaps it was a face from memories before I opened my eyes, but those earlier memories had been cleanly excised, leaving nothing to search for.
It was regrettable to die without ever knowing, but more than that, I truly wished to rest now.
Before she could voice such thoughts, Un-young preempted her and finished the report that remained incomplete.
“What’s more astonishing is that he hasn’t even resolved half of the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave, yet he’s already using the Heavenly Demon Divine Art. As if he had already mastered it before entering the cave.”
At those words, Cheon Yu-hwa’s face turned cold, and her aura began to surge forth in waves, gradually consuming the space around her.
Un-young closed her mouth and bowed her head. The power that now emanated was of an entirely different dimension from what the First Heavenly Demon had exerted mere hours before.
An immeasurable force that defied all comparison scattered across the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
“How dare anyone master the Heavenly Demon Divine Art while I yet live?”
“However… something seemed strange.”
Un-young opened her hand and showed her master the wound she had deliberately left unhealed until now, along with the Heavenly Demon Divine Essence embedded within it.
“The power of that Heavenly Demon Divine Art was absolutely not weaker or inferior to yours. Rather, it was more pure and pristine—almost like the very essence itself…”
As Cheon Yu-hwa’s hand swiftly passed over the wound, it began to heal rapidly, and the Heavenly Demon Divine Essence that had been obstructing recovery was forcibly drawn onto her palm.
“What is this?”
Astonishment. There was no other word for it.
Cheon Yu-hwa withdrew her own Heavenly Demon Divine Essence and collided it with the small essence. Then, as if it had been waiting, the essential Heavenly Demon Divine Essence greedily devoured the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s essence.
From that alone, it was abundantly clear which Heavenly Demon Divine Art held supremacy. Of course, the grade of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art itself was comparable.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art that the Absolute had developed and evolved over eight thousand five hundred years.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art created by fusing only the greatest advantages of nearly one hundred fifty supreme martial arts.
Both Heavenly Demon Divine Arts were the result of evolution approaching the extreme of authority, so they could be called equal if one insisted.
But the greatest variable was precisely this: Shin Ju-ha’s Heavenly Demon Divine Essence possessed the special nature of essence itself, and it was further enhanced by the power of Solomon, the primordial Demon God and creator of the Heavenly Demons.
How could there be any comparison?
“Remarkable. A Heavenly Demon Divine Essence that devours my own. Pure, pristine, destructive, and voracious. This is the most ideal Heavenly Demon Divine Essence.”
Enlightenment. Just as the saying goes that supreme geniuses gain insight from merely watching water fall, Cheon Yu-hwa too gained enlightenment upon witnessing Shin Ju-ha’s Heavenly Demon Divine Essence.
One step forward as a Demon God. She witnessed and understood a fragment of the Creator’s power.
Of course, surpassing the Creator remained impossible. But for an Absolute who had climbed so high that growth itself had become distant, it was an opportunity worth its weight in gold.
After a brief period of cultivation, Cheon Yu-hwa opened her eyes again, scattered Shin Ju-ha’s Heavenly Demon Divine Essence into the sky, and suppressing her emotions once more, she sat and sipped her tea.
“At last I have found the blade that can kill me. Then what of the second task?”
In truth, if death were possible, it would be meaningless. But she asked, preparing for any unforeseen circumstance.
Then Un-young lowered her head, shook it, and opened her mouth.
“It is impossible, she says. The sole testimony of the First Heavenly Demon, who alone knows of the Demon Gods.”
【This generation’s Heavenly Demon will grant your master the death she so desperately desires. The descendant of that great one will consume all that was imparted and grow in stature, bestowing the final end upon the monster. So go, little one, and tell her this. Do not dare to presume to escape the rules that great one has set. Then we shall meet again.】
As Un-young relayed the words verbatim, Cheon Yu-hwa’s brow stiffened slightly. The meaning contained in those words was singular.
“I, who am the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the Heavenly Demon herself. I, who achieved the Reversal of Heaven, will fail?”
“Yes. It was spoken as if no created being can surpass the Creator.”
“And that great one’s descendant? Could it be that great one is referring to the Creator, the Demon God?”
“It appears so. According to the secret history of the First Heavenly Demon inscribed in the Heavenly Demon Scripture, it seems a descendant of that primordial Demon God—the one who created the Heavenly Demon Art and bestowed the title of Heavenly Demon—has appeared. And perhaps that descendant is…”
Cheon Yu-hwa raised her hand to cut off Un-young’s words and calmly delivered her conclusion.
“The blade that will kill me is the Creator’s successor. That is why he possesses the essential Heavenly Demon Divine Art, and why his demonic essence is so pure and pristine?”
Cheon Yu-hwa gazed down at her own hand with a complicated expression. After experiencing dozens of bone-replacement transformations and half-step reversals of movement, and various other realms, she stared long at a body that had become nothing more nor less than that of an ordinary woman, then opened her mouth to issue her next command.
“The First Heavenly Demon would have no reason to lie. Yet I cannot simply abandon everything I have achieved through blood and sweat as a Heavenly Demon and begin anew.”
Cheon Yu-hwa made her declaration. If becoming a Heavenly Demon proved impossible, she would abandon the pursuit without hesitation. Of course, there was only one reason she could relinquish it so cleanly.
“That successor of the Primordial Heavenly Demon. The one who has mastered the Heavenly Demon Divine Art and possesses potential exceeding my own. Bring that one before me as a Lesser Heavenly Demon. I understand the latter half of the Flying Cave demands considerable time. Time is irrelevant. I have lived for 8,500 years—what are mere decades? Ensure he obtains as much as possible. Help him become the sharpest blade. Thus, let his name be unveiled as the champion of the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave.”
Having spoken thus, Cheon Yu-hwa withdrew a book from her robes to hand to Un-young, then hesitated and withdrew her hand.
Instead, she opened the tome, took up the brush beside her, and made certain corrections.
The title inscribed upon the book’s cover was singular: the Heavenly Demon Divine Art. It was a volume of incalculable worth, containing the very source of her power.
She handed the manuscript of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art—now updated with her latest insights—to her disciple. Was she concerned someone else might see it?
Such a thought never crossed her mind. Even if they did, they would neither acquire nor comprehend nor read it. There existed virtually no martial artist capable of obtaining the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, save in the rarest of circumstances.
“I too am a Heavenly Demon. My will dwells within the Heavenly Demon Flying Cave. Convey this scripture to that will, have it mastered, and then transmit it to the blade.”
“I shall obey your command.”
With that, Un-young rose from her seat and descended the mountain, entering the Flying Cave once more.

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