The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 295

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Chapter 295.
‘Something has gone terribly wrong.’
Dong Yeo Lip’s eyes were wide open in shock.
He had expected to see Bu Eunseol consumed by rage as she watched Seo Jin Ha’s breath fade away.
Even if she didn’t howl like a beast or rush forward in a loss of reason,
she had overcome countless obstacles to reach this place, yet failed to save her dying companion—surely her spirit should have suffered at least a hairline fracture.
But Bu Eunseol’s eyes were instead frozen solid, like the glaciers of the Northern Sea.
And she was channeling her rage and despair into her swordplay, unfolding it with terrifying precision.
A brilliant flash!
Violet lightning erupted repeatedly within the Stone Chamber.
Dong Yeo Lip swiftly deployed his footwork to evade.
But it was the Shil Hon In standing to his left and right whose blood sprayed forth.
‘Is she unleashing killing strikes consecutively?’
Bewilderment bloomed in Dong Yeo Lip’s eyes.
A killing strike was a sword technique that grafted the intangible force of killing intent onto the blade itself.
Because it awakened the body, it possessed explosive power and tremendous speed.
Yet killing intent was not infinite.
Therefore, no matter how vile a Killing Ghost might be, each successive death would deplete their inner reserves of killing intent.
—The killing strike may seem to lead toward an endlessly lofty realm, but in truth it is an obstacle blocking an infinite path. Henceforth, abandon your killing heart.
Cheon Woon Gwang, who had transmitted the Cheon Rui Mu Ssang technique, had spoken these words.
He had created the Cheon Rui Mu Ssang and achieved invincibility, yet ultimately could not reach the pinnacle of the Hwa Woo Geom school.
There was always a limit to human killing intent.
Even Cheon Woon Gwang, who had reached the apex of killing strikes, could deploy the Cheon Rui Mu Ssang no more than five times.
But Bu Eunseol possessed no such limitation.
Another brilliant flash!
Violet lightning descended once more, and a Shil Hon In’s head fell.
To Dong Yeo Lip, it seemed as though a demon stood before him, pouring forth infinite killing intent.
‘Unbelievable!’
Dong Yeo Lip had been confident he could face Bu Eunseol alone.
Through the trials thus far, he had discerned that her martial prowess had reached the early stages of the Extreme Heavenly Realm.
Had he not entered the Extreme Heavenly Realm long ago?
Moreover, he possessed the Purifying Wheel Eye, which allowed him to predict his opponent’s next move merely by observing their current action.
‘I thought I could face this wretch with my eyes closed.’
Yet Dong Yeo Lip could not dare to oppose Bu Eunseol, only dodging her strikes.
Bu Eunseol stood motionless in place, unleashing an infinite barrage of violet lightning-like killing strikes.
Moreover, to counter an opponent at the peak of their killing intent would be suicide.
Regardless of martial rank, the opponent could employ a mutual destruction technique.
Thud, thud.
Bu Eunseol, ceasing her strikes, walked slowly toward Dong Yeo Lip.
Her eyes were stained redder than blood itself.
‘Now!’
Dong Yeo Lip spotted an opening in Bu Eunseol’s advancing stance and swung his Jeol Myeong Sak Do, but at that very moment—
Whoosh!
A killing blade swift as lightning pierced through his throat once more.
“Ugh.”
He stifled a groan and abandoned his counterattack, unfolding his movement technique again.
Bu Eunseol’s killing blade showed no preparatory motion, no tell whatsoever.
And that speed…
Even Dong Yeo Lip, who had ravaged the Murim for decades, had never witnessed anything like it.
Killing intent at its absolute peak.
Bu Eunseol possessed an innate reservoir of killing intent so vast it defied measure.
Yet she had never channeled such intent through her martial arts before.
But now, pouring that tremendous killing intent into Jeon Rye Mu Ssang, its power had multiplied several times beyond its original might.
‘I cannot simply evade this.’
Dong Yeo Lip swallowed hard.
Bu Eunseol’s momentum showed no signs of waning—it only grew fiercer with each passing moment.
If he allowed this to continue, he would be defeated without landing a single technique.
“Die!”
Dong Yeo Lip gathered his inner force and extended all five fingers instead of wielding his Jeol Myeong Sak Do.
Invisible, razor-sharp energy cascaded toward Bu Eunseol’s body.
Finger Sword.
Swinging the Jeol Myeong Sak Do would be futile against that lightning-like killing blade.
Dong Yeo Lip unleashed the Finger Sword—a technique only masters with sixty years of inner force could execute, its trajectory impossible to detect at close range.
Pssht.
Yet all five Finger Swords merely pierced the skin. They could not penetrate deeper.
The killing intent enveloping Bu Eunseol’s body had stopped them cold.
“She’s solidified killing intent as if it were inner force itself?”
Dong Yeo Lip’s eyes widened in shock.
Only then did he realize he had touched something he should never have touched.
Flash!
Purple radiance bloomed once more from Bu Eunseol’s silent blade.
It was like the claws of an invisible grim reaper.
“Ugh.”
Dong Yeo Lip dodged hastily, but the Shil Hon In beside him could not escape.
Thud, thud, thud.
In an instant, the remaining Shil Hon In’s heads rolled across the floor.
‘This monster… is she truly this powerful?’
Fear bloomed in Dong Yeo Lip’s eyes as he witnessed the carnage.
Where had his calculations gone wrong? At what point had everything spiraled beyond his control?
Even masters of the Geuk Cheon realm saw their martial prowess deteriorate when consumed by rage and despair.
How did that bastard sublimate his rage and killing intent into swordsmanship?
‘Could it be… she’s been deliberately suppressing her cultivation all this time?’
But that was merely Dong Yeo Lip’s delusion.
All along, Bu Eunseol’s spirit had straddled the boundary between the Demonic Path and the Righteous Path.
Because of this, neither the Demonic Path techniques and Ma Cheon Je’s methods of deletion, nor the Righteous Path arts like Mu Hwang, Jeong Gak, and the Thirteen Night Techniques could manifest their true power.
Not a single one of them could display its original might.
And they had attempted to shatter her spirit by using Seo Jin Ha to plunge Bu Eunseol into sorrow and despair, but…
Contrary to their expectations, Bu Eunseol’s heart grew only colder, and the formidable killing intent dormant within her erupted forth.
Through this, Bu Eunseol’s spirit entered the Demonic Path, and the Demonic Path techniques she wielded reclaimed their original power.
But Dong Yeo Lip, who couldn’t have dreamed of such truth, could only perceive Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess as having suddenly surged.
“Don’t move!”
Dong Yeo Lip finally unsheathed his blade and pressed it against Seo Jin Ha’s heart.
For a master who had risen to the position of advisor to the Mado Sipgyeol, such a method was far too vulgar and crude.
But he was utterly terrified.
‘That monster won’t kill me easily.’
What torment would Bu Eunseol inflict? By what method would she end his life? The terror was suffocating.
“This wretch still draws breath! But if you take even one step…”
Thud.
Before he could finish speaking, the blade trembling in Dong Yeo Lip’s hand vanished in an instant.
His entire right wrist had been severed by a silent blade.
“Aaaahhh!”
Dong Yeo Lip shrieked in shock, abandoning all dignity as he clutched at his severed wrist with a groan.
In that moment, Bu Eunseol seized him by the collar and drew his face close, speaking in a whisper.
“Is it fun?”
“…”
“Scraping away flesh, severing tendons and muscle?”
“Ugh… ahhhhh!”
Suspended helplessly in the air, Dong Yeo Lip unleashed a piercing scream.
Bu Eunseol had already unleashed a razor-sharp vital energy, carving away a chunk of flesh from his chest.
“Laugh.”
Bu Eunseol regarded Dong Yeo Lip with cold eyes as she spoke.
“As long as you laugh, I won’t kill you.”
“Ugh… hehehehe…”
Each time Bu Eunseol’s razor-sharp vital energy swept across his body, Dong Yeo Lip shrieked in agony.
Wherever her vital energy touched his skin, it was slowly dissolving his meridians.
Sizzle.
In moments, Dong Yeo Lip’s hair had turned white and his skin had darkened to ash.
Bu Eunseol had used her inner power to forcibly expel all of his cultivation from his body.
“Kill me… please kill me…”
Aged in an instant, Dong Yeo Lip’s unfocused eyes trembled as his lips quivered.
“Please… kill me.”
“Who orchestrated this?”
Dong Yeo Lip stammered in response to Bu Eunseol’s question.
“I… I don’t know. I was just working for the Sahwa Alliance…”
The Sahwa Alliance was a coalition of evil sects that, much like the Twelve Earthly Branches of old, handled all manner of dirty business for commerce and the wealthy.
So they had orchestrated Seo Jin Ha’s abduction from such an organization?
“A mere pawn. Both you and the Sahwa Alliance.”
Having grasped the full picture in an instant, Bu Eunseol saw no further use for him and lightly drew her blade across Dong Yeo Lip’s throat.
Thwick.
His head, which had been leaning against the wall, rolled limply to the floor.
Such was the end of Dong Yeo Lip, who had spent decades torturing and slowly killing countless souls.
Crunch.
Bu Eunseol shattered the iron chains affixed to the wall and carefully lowered Seo Jin Ha’s body to the ground.
Tap-tap-tap!
She swiftly sealed his pressure points, then retrieved a transparent vial from her robes.
It was the Jammasindan—a miraculous elixir of resurrection she had obtained from the Spirit Medicine Vault before coming to the Demon Palace.
“Swallow this. Seo Jin Ha.”
But Seo Jin Ha, lost to unconsciousness, could not swallow the pill.
With trembling hands, Bu Eunseol pried open his mouth and placed the elixir inside.
She then channeled her inner energy to accelerate the medicine’s absorption.
Seo Jin Ha’s pulse did not stir, and there was no response. Yet Bu Eunseol did not cease, continuously infusing pure counter-polar true energy.
Whoooosh!
For a full moment she poured in that pristine counter-polar true energy, but Seo Jin Ha’s pulse remained silent.
“Why…?”
As Bu Eunseol’s head bowed, her entire form was engulfed in a crimson haze—a fusion of rage and murderous intent.
Her spirit was plummeting into an abyss of inconsolable despair.
From the moment she had witnessed Seo Jin Ha’s horrific state, a hairline fracture had formed in her heart.
She had merely concealed it beneath a terrible discipline and killing intent.
“Why do those I come to care for always abandon me?”
Boom!
The true energy erupting from Bu Eunseol’s body shook the Stone Chamber.
Grandfather Bu Chanyang.
Gong Si Ssang Ma of the Ak Yang Branch.
Even Seok Woo Haeng, with whom I shared a kindred spirit… all had left my side.
Those to whom I gave my heart always departed thus, leaving me behind.
“Why.”
From Bu Eunseol’s form, murmured in a low voice, a black haze began to rise.
Rage, despair, sorrow. And murderous intent.
Every negative emotion flooded her spirit completely.
Creak.
Bone-cracking sounds echoed throughout my entire body, and the crimson radiance that had been blooming from me was being dyed into an endless darkness.
Kurrrrr.
The Stone Chamber began to tremble as if it were collapsing, and the black radiance surging from my body grew more intense.
As time passed, my spirit was being sucked deeper and deeper into an abyss of infinite darkness and despair.
Crackle.
At the same time, my skin flushed crimson and a faint radiance flowed outward.
This appearance resembled the Great Demon who had been pouring forth the power of Chui Jeong Hwa Shin and Hwan Sang Bu Hwan at Cheol Jang Peak.
It was similar to Ak Moo Ryung’s form.
Demonic Path martial arts, unlike the Orthodox Sects which emphasize qi, are rooted in the heart-mind.
I had mastered Sak Jeong Bi Gyeol and Mu Hwang Jeong Gak, the supreme heart-mind techniques of Jeongsayang-do.
Because of this, my martial arts had reached the Extreme Heaven, yet my spirit remained suspended between the Demonic Path and the Righteous Path.
But as profound despair and sorrow consumed my spirit, I chose the path of the complete Demonic Way.
―If I sharpen away the affection in my heart, what would there be to fear?
Yes.
Let me erase affection and eliminate the heart itself.
Then there would be no more suffering, would there?
“Uuuuh. Uaaaah!”
Kwarrrrr.
As intense power poured from my body, the walls of the Stone Chamber crumbled and the earth shot upward like an awl.
Once my spirit’s path was set toward the Demonic Way,
the dharma of Sak Jeong Bi Gyeol, which I had been suppressing all this time, seized control of my spirit and body in an instant.
Billow, billow.
Black mist spread from my eyes.
If this continued, I would become a Great Demon with all affection vanished and destroying everything that opposed me.
“Ugh.”
Then a groan burst from Seo Jin Ha’s lips as he lay collapsed on the ground.
Jam Ma Shin Dan, the supreme spirit elixir of the Demonic Path.
Half-Extreme True Qi containing yin-yang duality.
And the powerful wave of true force spreading from my body had restarted Seo Jin Ha’s heart that had stopped beating.
“Seo Jin Ha!”
Coming to my senses, I supported his body with a thunderous shout.
“Be… quiet.”
Seo Jin Ha opened his eyes and wore a faint smile.
“That’s unlike you—why are you shouting so loudly?”
Was it heaven’s will?
As Seo Jin Ha opened his eyes, clear light returned to my eyes that had been spewing demonic energy.
My spirit, which had been completely entering the Demonic Way, had returned once more to the path of the Middle Way.
“Are you alright?”
“Does this look alright to you?”
Seo Jin Ha smiled faintly.
“I truly died and came back to life.”
Thanks to the efficacy of the Immortal Demon Pill, I regained consciousness, yet my pulse remained feeble—as though it might snap at any moment.
Bu Eunseol poured pure counter-polar true energy ceaselessly into my vital gate.
My breathing stabilized somewhat, and my vision began to dim.
“I truly was dying….”
As the warm true energy spread through my limbs and bones, I drifted into sleep.
“Do not worry.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes, gazing down at my sleeping form, flushed crimson.
“This will never happen again.”
From her eyes flowed a killing intent so fierce it could melt steel.
Covertly grasping Saixiang’s tail no longer mattered. Why they orchestrated this was irrelevant.
“From now on, I will destroy them all….”
There was no need to investigate the details, no need to understand their motives.
From this moment forward, Bu Eunseol would mobilize every ounce of her power to crush all those who participated in this affair, again and again…
Obliterating even those at the very end of the chain.
* * *
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
At the sound of birdsong near my ear, I opened my eyes.
As consciousness returned, the first thing I sensed was the pungent smell of medicine.
Looking around, I found myself lying on a bed, dressed in clean clothes.
“Where am I….”
Surveying the surroundings, I saw several beds arranged within an immaculate chamber.
“You’ve awakened.”
At that moment, the door opened and an elderly man in Haeng Rim robes slowly entered the room.
It was Gyo Jung Hak, the Medicine King Hall Master of the Demon Palace.
“Master.”
Recognizing him, I rose and clasped my hands in respect, but Gyo Jung Hak extended his hand.
“Remain lying down. If you move carelessly, your wounds may reopen.”
Then he asked in a low voice:
“How does your body feel? Is there any discomfort?”
I looked down at myself in bewilderment.
Dong Yeo Lip had carved away my skin and muscle in chunks.
Even before the torture, one of my ears had been severed.
Yet now those wounds had healed so completely I could scarcely remember receiving them, and my severed ear had been meticulously stitched back together.
“I have fully recovered. How is this possible?”
“It is thanks to the Celestial Spirit Stone Oil and the Immortal Demon Pill.”
“Celestial Spirit Stone Oil and the Immortal Demon Pill?”
Celestial Spirit Stone Oil is a liquid formed over tens of thousands of years as the earth’s spiritual essence accumulated—a supreme elixir that allows one to shed one’s mortal form with merely a single drop.
And the Immortal Demon Pill is the highest-grade spirit pill passed down only to the heir of the Demon Palace; consuming a single pill increases one’s inner force by a full sixty-year cycle.
Yet both of these treasures had entered my body?
“The Muhonjung Lord used it to restore your body.”
“I see.”
To save me, Bu Eunseol had poured everything she possessed into this moment.
Seo Jin Ha swallowed the overwhelming emotion rising in his chest before speaking.
“Then the Qinglingshi Oil must have been given by our Lord.”
The three great Lords of the Demon Palace—divided among Cheon Sal, Myeol Hon, and Am Cheon—had each received a single elixir of resurrection from Ma Cheon Je.
And Wi Moo Yeom, the Lord of Cheon Sal, possessed the Qinglingshi Oil, capable of healing even the most severe trauma in an instant.
Yet an unexpected answer spilled from Gyo Jung Hak’s lips.
“No, the Muhonjung Lord brought it.”
“The Muhonjung Lord, you say?”
Seo Jin Ha tilted his head in confusion.
Bu Eunseol had received not only the Jamashinden but also the Qinglingshi Oil?
“The Lord of Cheon Sal said that one who becomes crippled is no longer a member of Cheon Sal.”
Gyo Jung Hak spoke with a bitter expression.
“So he refused to give you the Qinglingshi Oil.”
The Lord of Cheon Sal was not one to reverse a decision once made.
But how had Bu Eunseol managed to persuade him?
“I cannot fathom how our Lord was convinced.”
“Hehehehe. Convinced?”
Gyo Jung Hak held back a faint smile.
“It caused quite the uproar.”
And as Gyo Jung Hak recalled the incident that had turned the Demon Palace upside down not long ago, his eyes narrowed.

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