The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 294

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Chapter 294.
Tremor, tremor!
At that moment, Bu Eunseol’s silent blade began to quiver, then erupted into a brilliant circular radiance.
As the desperate killing strike bore down, the diamond-shaped swordless technique unfurled of its own accord.
Clang! Clang-clang-clang!
Bu Eunseol’s silent blade, which had intercepted the torrent of absolute strikes unleashed by the Four Sword Masters, now perfectly blocked the sword techniques pouring forth from the remaining three masters.
Whoosh!
The Four Sword Masters, momentarily startled by the diamond-shaped swordless technique’s overwhelming power, retreated in unison.
“Remarkable swordsmanship.”
Il Geom Ja nodded, his eyes betraying a hint of surprise.
“It was the most flawless defensive form I’ve witnessed in all my years.”
He raised his blade vertically before him,
“Yet no matter how brilliantly you execute such techniques in succession, eventually your weaknesses will surface.”
He spoke as though delivering an ultimatum.
“This time, your lifeline will surely be severed.”
Click.
Bu Eunseol, having sheathed her silent blade, gazed at Il Geom Ja and spoke with utter composure.
“Then try.”
From Bu Eunseol’s eyes, stained with blood, emanated a chilling, crystalline coldness.
“I will show you how futile your efforts truly are.”
In an instant, the air within the chamber froze. They realized her words were not mere bravado.
“Hehehehe.”
Il Geom Ja burst into laughter, his expression bewildered.
“You’ve already deciphered the Thousand Technique Swordless Style?”
“There is nothing to decipher.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“It was never a perfect sword technique to begin with.”
In that instant, the eyes of all four masters shifted.
They had devoted half their lives to perfecting their sword forms.
Yet with a single statement, Bu Eunseol had negated their efforts and achievements.
“The Thousand Technique Swordless Style is not a perfect sword technique?”
“You will understand once I demonstrate it.”
“Very well.”
Whoosh!
Once again, three masters unfolded their sword techniques in sequence.
With merely three of them combining their strength, they could easily block all of Bu Eunseol’s sword strikes.
And if the fourth master seized the opportunity and relentlessly exploited her weaknesses, Bu Eunseol would ultimately collapse.
Zing! Clang!
Bu Eunseol and the three masters engaged in fierce offense and defense at close quarters.
Meanwhile, the fourth master refrained from deploying his sword technique, instead intently observing Bu Eunseol’s every strike.
‘Now is the moment!’
Just as Sa Geom Ja, who had been watching for an opening, spotted a vulnerability and was about to thrust at Bu Eunseol’s flank,
Clang, clang!
Bu Eunseol’s swordplay suddenly transformed.
She wielded her blade wildly as though intoxicated, then abruptly halted her movements—employing a bizarre technique.
In that instant, not only the three swordmasters but even Sa Geom Ja, who had been preparing to attack, had no choice but to freeze in bewilderment.
‘Did she deliberately conceal her techniques?’
Il Geom Ja cried out inwardly in shock.
When swordsmanship reaches its pinnacle, one can conceal techniques while infusing them with exquisite sword intent.
Could it be that Bu Eunseol’s swordplay had ascended to the divine realm, allowing her to obscure her techniques and employ ever-shifting sword forms?
Screech!
At that moment, Bu Eunseol, who had been flailing her blade carelessly, shifted her swordplay once more.
She suddenly transitioned into a swift yet exquisite technique—as though lightning itself were striking.
And that sword form curved like a whip, suddenly coiling around Yi Geom Ja’s forearm.
“Do not be deceived!”
Yi Geom Ja, having taken a blade strike to his forearm, cried out with a sharp gasp.
“She observed the order of our swordplay, disrupted the Thousand Technique Swordless Style with her erratic forms, and seized the opening to deploy a killing technique!”
The remaining swordmasters could not hide their astonishment.
They had never imagined Bu Eunseol would dismantle the Thousand Technique Swordless Style through such a method.
“I thought she was unleashing some extraordinary technique, but it was merely exploiting the subtlety of using false techniques to reveal true ones?”
Il Geom Ja, who had pushed Bu Eunseol back with a powerful strike, wore a mocking smile.
“Do you truly believe such a crude method will succeed multiple times?”
“Not at all.”
Bu Eunseol smiled coldly.
“I merely demonstrated the subtlety of false techniques to show you how hollow your dreams truly are.”
“What?”
“Show me again.”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Il Geom Ja and spoke with icy finality.
“For it shall be the last swordplay you unfold in this world.”
It was the ultimatum of the Grim Reaper.
Yet the four swordmasters merely laughed mockingly. They could only interpret Bu Eunseol’s words as empty boasting.
“If we could be defeated, we would have destroyed ourselves long ago.”
Il Geom Ja laughed coldly and spoke to the other swordmasters.
“There is no need to be swayed by her words.”
And he raised his sword without hesitation.
As though that were a signal, the four swordmasters began their technique simultaneously.
Whoosh!
As they deployed their swordplay in unison, its power seemed to tear heaven and earth asunder.
The Thousand Technique Swordless Style, thrusting from all four directions at once.
It was a flawless sword form that pierced the enemy’s vulnerabilities, impossible to defend against—forcing one to retreat continuously.
Whoosh.
Yet Bu Eunseol made no attempt to evade, instead gazing intently at their swordplay.
‘They speak of one thing while attempting to employ the mysteries of the Endless Sword Technique once more.’
A sneer played simultaneously at the corners of the four swordmasters’ mouths.
The moment their blades made contact, they would abruptly shift their sword forms and execute the same counterattack as before—or so they believed.
‘It is futile. The moment your swordplay unfolds, ours becomes a flawless technique in perfect response.’
A smug smile adorned Il Geom Ja’s lips.
The Thousand Technique Swordless Style grew more formidable the higher the enemy’s swordplay.
No matter how Bu Eunseol deployed her techniques, a sword form capable of immediate adaptation would manifest.
Crack!
At last, their blades were about to pierce through Bu Eunseol’s body,
Whooom!
Suddenly, a dark radiance erupted from Bu Eunseol’s entire form, simultaneously ensnaring their blades.
The Flexible Qi Seal.
That celestial secret art—capable of manifesting formidable qi in any form—was unleashed once more.
Thud.
The four longswords made contact with Bu Eunseol’s body, yet due to the Flexible Qi Seal, they merely pierced the skin with the gentlest of touches.
“Is this what you call a perfect sword form?”
In that instant, the expressions of all four swordmasters who had extended their blades drained of color.
When Bu Eunseol wrapped the sword forms in the Flexible Qi Seal rather than mounting a direct defense, the Thousand Technique Swordless Style shattered like a hollow dream.
The four swordmasters froze in place.
How could such a thing be possible?
Flash!
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s dark blade traced successive circles through the void.
Clang!
Simultaneously, four hands fell to the ground—their wrists severed entirely, still gripping their blades.
Gush!
Blood poured torrentially from the swordmasters’ severed wrists.
Yet they stood with eyes wide, making no attempt to stanch the bleeding.
―The Thousand Technique Swordless Style was nothing but a hollow fantasy?
Their gazes were vacant and hollow.
They had devoted their entire lives to creating a perfect swordplay.
And finally, not only could they identify flaws instantaneously during combat,
but four masters working in concert, each compensating for the others’ shortcomings, had created the Thousand Technique Swordless Style.
And to perfect the sword form, they had endured another ten years of rigorous cultivation in a lightless Stone Chamber.
Yet it was merely a hollow technique, shattered in an instant by a single move from this young master?
Then what had they been doing for those ten years?
“How is this possible….”
Il Geom Ja, raising his head, murmured in despair.
“The Thousand Technique Swordless Style can counter any swordplay, and when the enemy unleashes a powerful technique, we can adapt with an even stronger sword form. Yet….”
Bu Eunseol cut short his rambling with a single decisive statement.
“Your Thousand Technique Swordless Style is merely a method where four individuals compensate for each other’s deficiencies. It cannot be called a perfect sword technique from the outset.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with perfect composure.
“Moreover, while your swordsmanship is refined, your spiritual cultivation is woefully inadequate.”
“Spiritual cultivation….”
“When the Thousand Technique Swordless Style was broken, did you not behave like empty shells?”
The Four Sword Masters’ bodies trembled in unison. The memory of that moment had surfaced.
“Your arrogance in believing you had perfected sword technique. And when it shattered, your inability to maintain a tranquil spirit, only to succumb to despair—that was your fatal flaw.”
In that instant, a single revelation flickered through the minds of the Four Sword Masters.
In swordsmanship, they had held the advantage from the beginning.
Had they pressed forward with relentless tenacity, Bu Eunseol would have faced considerable difficulty.
Yet the Four Sword Masters possessed confidence and arrogance in having created a perfect sword technique.
And when Bu Eunseol’s Feminine Severing Technique shattered it in an instant, despair and helplessness overwhelmed them.
A broken sword technique did not mean defeat.
But the moment they felt the despair and powerlessness of the Thousand Technique Swordless Style’s collapse, they froze.
Bu Eunseol seized that moment without hesitation and severed their wrists in one swift motion.
“You merely innovated an exceptional sword technique. You failed to accumulate the practical experience and cultivation to match it.”
Il Geom Ja stared into the void and sighed deeply.
“Meeting a true master of the sword—ten years of cultivation rendered worthless in a single morning.”
The Four Sword Masters all wore expressions of shame.
Bu Eunseol’s entire body had been lacerated by the Thousand Technique Swordless Style.
There was scarcely an unmarred spot, yet he neither feared nor despaired, and ultimately shattered their sword technique.
“We became far too obsessed with perfecting our sword technique.”
Il Geom Ja muttered weakly, blood trickling from his lips before he collapsed to the ground.
Thud. Thud.
The remaining sword masters then fell as well, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
Despair.
They had aged, and no longer possessed the vigor to innovate superior sword techniques.
With hope extinguished, they severed their own meridians and took their own lives.
“….”
Bu Eunseol turned away from the sight, unmoved.
Exceptional martial masters subject their disciples not only to physical trials but also to spiritual pressure and tribulation.
The higher one’s realm, the more important spiritual cultivation and enlightenment become than martial prowess itself.
Bu Eunseol had accumulated profound spiritual cultivation through corpse-tending, corpse-play, and the teachings of Bu Chanyang.
But the Four Sword Masters had likely walked a smooth path their entire lives.
Only when they first encountered a wall did they, in desperation, innovate the Thousand Technique Swordless Style.
Filled with pride in having created a perfect sword technique, they fell into deep despair when their technique was broken.
Moreover, they had aged, and lacked the mental fortitude to wield that technique with relentless determination—defeat was inevitable.
‘Such is the way of the martial master.’
No matter how desperately one strives, meeting a superior master means defeat or death.
Because Bu Eunseol understood this, she did not cling to life, but devoted herself wholeheartedly to perfecting her martial arts with each passing day.
Not knowing when or where she would close her eyes for the final time, she refused to harbor even a single moment of regret.
Thud, thud.
Bu Eunseol’s martial robes were already soaked in blood, transformed into crimson garments.
Yet she straightened her spine even further and continued forward. No trial, however severe, could bend her resolve.
And finally, she arrived before the Iron Gate that loomed directly ahead.
‘Seo Jin Ha.’
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath.
She had already seen through all their schemes.
No matter what unfolds ahead, she must not falter or despair.
If her spirit crumbles, her martial path will stagnate and yield no progress, or worse…
Consumed by rage, her humanity could be obliterated entirely, transforming her into a bloodthirsty Demonic cultivator.
‘But….’
Bu Eunseol bit her lip.
Though her nature was cold, Bu Chanyang’s care had kindled a burning passion deep within her heart.
Had it been otherwise, she would never have devoted her entire life to vengeance.
‘I am afraid.’
Bu Eunseol was honest with herself—she was terrified.
Terrified that hope would vanish before her eyes. Terrified that these emotions, born from despair and rage, would scatter like dust beyond her grasp….
Boom.
As the heavy Iron Gate swung open, a tremendous resonance seemed to echo through Bu Eunseol’s very mind.
Before her stood Seo Jin Ha.
Suspended by iron chains fastened to the Stone Chamber wall, his entire body save for his face was stained crimson with blood.
And scattered across the floor lay strips of flesh peeled from his body.
“Impressive.”
Before him stood a Middle-Aged Man, holding what appeared to be a scraper used for shaving monks’ heads, speaking with chilling composure.
“The Absolute Severance Scraper?”
As Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed while studying the blade, the Middle-Aged Man nodded.
“Heh heh, you have keen eyes indeed.”
The Middle-Aged Man smiled thinly and inclined his head.
“Indeed. I am Dong Yeo Lip.”
The Absolute Severance Scraper, Dong Yeo Lip.
One of the Mado Sipgyeol, representing the previous generation’s supreme master of the Demonic Path, and the Murim’s foremost torturer.
He had earned the alternative epithet “Death by Interrogation” for his notorious practice of torturing victims to death with the Absolute Severance Scraper.
Though over eighty years of age, his profound internal cultivation had preserved his appearance as that of a middle-aged man.
“To arrive here unscathed after facing the Four Sword Masters—truly remarkable.”
Behind Dong Yeo Lip stood roughly a dozen martial artists, standing rigidly at attention.
“But these will be different. They are disciples I have personally cultivated, and they have long consumed the Essence of Harmony.”
All of them had vacant, unfocused eyes.
Dong Yeo Lip’s nature was so malevolent that he had even enslaved his own disciples with drugs, transforming them into Shil Hon In.
But Bu Eunseol didn’t spare a glance at Dong Yeo Lip or the Shil Hon In members.
Her gaze remained fixed on Seo Jin Ha, who hung motionless with his skin flayed bare.
“You tortured him?”
“I did.”
Dong Yeo Lip opened his mouth with a serene expression.
“Starting with his fingers, then the backs of his hands and chest… I carved his body thin with three hundred and fifty-five blade strokes.”
“….”
“Around the hundredth stroke, he finally lost consciousness. I kept waking him up in between and continuing. When he grew exhausted, I fed him medicine to revive him, then started again.”
He was a master of torture.
He knew well how to shatter not just the body, but the mind itself into fragments.
With these words, he intended to drown Bu Eunseol’s serene spirit in a flood of rage.
Anger, when unleashed, could grant formidable power.
But for those of Bu Eunseol’s caliber—those who had reached such heights of martial prowess—it became nothing more than a cumbersome hindrance.
“Seo Jin Ha.”
Bu Eunseol called out his name carefully.
But there was no response whatsoever.
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s pupils trembled like ripples on water.
The pitiful image of her grandfather dying in agony overlapped with his form in that single, devastating moment.
Shiver.
As Bu Eunseol’s body trembled with rage, Dong Yeo Lip’s face curved into a satisfied smile.
“I warned him beforehand.”
A cruel smile played across his lips.
“Laugh while being tortured. As long as you’re laughing, I won’t cut the rope—that’s my iron rule.”
Bu Eunseol lowered her head.
“Why did you torture him?”
“There might be information we don’t possess.”
Dong Yeo Lip shrugged his shoulders.
“They say he’s the commander of the Cheon Sal Unit. His tenacity was quite remarkable.”
With the corners of his mouth raised, he continued speaking—determined to shatter Bu Eunseol’s mind further with every word.
“I’ve tortured countless men over the span of decades.”
Dong Yeo Lip tapped the body of Seo Jin Ha hanging against the wall.
The gesture resembled a butcher weighing cuts of slaughtered meat.
Tap, tap, tap.
From Seo Jin Ha’s body, crimson blood and strips of flesh that hadn’t been fully stripped away scattered down to the floor.
“There’s never been a time when I failed to extract even a single word….”
His words never reached their conclusion.
Purple lightning flashed, and blood erupted from the necks of the Shil Hon In members standing on either side of Dong Yeo Lip.
“When….”
Dong Yeo Lip, staring down at the blood splattered on his cheek, widened his eyes in shock.
He too was a master who had stepped into the realm of the Extreme Heavens. Yet he hadn’t even seen what technique Bu Eunseol had employed?
“You are not worthy of living.”
A crimson gleam flickered across Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
And those words were the final murmur the Grim Reaper uttered before inscribing a name into the ledger of the dead.

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