The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 309

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Chapter 309.
Whoooosh!
Surrounded by black light, Bu Eunseol arrived at Chil Geom Ryeong in mere moments.
And before the Mo Wok where Young Moon Ho had been staying, that man still stood towering.
“I knew you’d come back.”
As if he’d been waiting, the man’s large eyes gleamed as he smiled.
“Because I made sure there was no way you could survive.”
That smile was so innocent it seemed artless.
But to Bu Eunseol’s eyes, it looked like a malevolent monster licking its tongue and laughing.
“Why….”
Bu Eunseol swallowed the raging black fury consuming her and opened her mouth.
There was something she needed to ask before she ground this man to dust.
“Why did you kill him?”
“Shouldn’t you first ask who I am?”
Bu Eunseol’s blackened pupils wavered.
Could there be some twisted vendetta between this man and Young Moon Ho? Or perhaps a bitter grudge passed down from their predecessors?
The man pointed at his own face, his clear eyes sparkling at Bu Eunseol’s piercing gaze.
“I am Cheon Geom.”
Static Divine Eyes—Cheon Geom.
One of the Three Sovereigns among the Sword Demon Triumvirate, the youngest disciple of the Sword Sovereign, Heon Won Dam Cheong.
Having perfectly inherited the sword techniques of the Sword Sovereign, who uses the most mystical blade arts in Murim and is called the First Sword of the Righteous Path…
A new generation patriarch even called the Second Sword Sovereign.
This large built man was none other than Cheon Geom.
“And….”
Cheon Geom smiled, revealing white teeth.
“I’m also one of the eighteen supreme masters selected by the Murim Alliance.”
Thud.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes wavered as if struck by shock.
The eighteen supreme masters were known to be mostly composed of outstanding disciples from the Nine Sects One Alliance and the Eight Great Families.
But there was something strange.
The information provided by the Demon Palace at that time, and what could be learned through intelligence networks, had been extremely limited.
‘So that’s how it was.’
Only now could Bu Eunseol understand why the information on the eighteen supreme masters had been so limited.
Why their identities had never been fully revealed.
Not only were their statuses extraordinarily high, but they were like hidden dragons wandering secretly through Murim—disciples of the Sword Sovereign among the Three Sovereigns, figures like Cheon Geom who belonged among the supreme masters.
“I see understanding in your eyes now?”
The man, Cheon Geom, spoke with a pure and innocent smile.
“Your Demonic Path’s Ten Demon Immortals also quietly hunted down supreme masters and killed them, didn’t you? Right?”
“….”
“So why shouldn’t we from the Righteous Path take revenge by killing the Ten Demon Immortals?”
Bu Eunseol could sense it.
His eyes were clear, yet they burned with madness.
He was capable of anything to realize his convictions.
“You’ve left Murim, so I shouldn’t kill you. Though I doubt you harbor such lukewarm hopes?”
The man bared his white teeth in a smile.
“Once you’ve set foot in Murim, grudges never fade. Not until death.”
Gangho.
A hell where one must swing blades at each other while bound by the chains of grudges.
Once you step into this place, there is no way to break the chains and escape.
Shing.
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol drew her Silent Blade.
She had known these truths long ago.
From the moment she set foot in this hell, she had resolved to destroy everything.
She had decided that if the chains of fate bound her, she would advance while bound.
Yet now she realized she had failed to properly destroy anything.
Whoooosh.
Her dark heart became black demonic energy that swept across her entire body.
Cheon Geom, who had been receiving Bu Eunseol’s terrifying momentum, nodded with a smile.
“I thought only those bastards could be worthy opponents in this age… but there’s another.”
From the way he spoke of ‘those bastards,’ it was clear the Orthodox Sects possessed late-stage masters comparable to Cheon Geom.
In other words, there were others capable of opposing Bu Eunseol.
“I heard there’s one madly obsessed with the Demonic Path. You must be that one….”
His words never finished.
Bu Eunseol, now a black cloud, was already severing his throat.
Boom!
Though blade met blade, the sound that erupted was not metallic but explosive.
At the same time, Cheon Geom was pushed back six full steps.
“Did you do nothing but eat and cultivate inner energy?”
Cheon Geom’s eyes widened in shock at the power of her blade technique.
“Your inner energy exceeds four heavenly grades. What exactly have you been consuming….”
Those words went unfinished.
A sharp sword technique accompanied by violet lightning thrust toward his throat once more.
It was Cheon Lei Wu Shuang.
“Your killing intent is extraordinary.”
Though she had pierced an angle and space impossible to evade, Cheon Geom effortlessly blocked Cheon Lei Wu Shuang.
As a disciple of Cheon Geom, he was proficient not only in Orthodox Sect swordsmanship but also in Demonic Path blade arts.
Sensing Bu Eunseol’s vicious killing intent, he had anticipated her deploying a murderous blade technique and countered with the Dragon’s Breath Pure Finger Sword.
Boom! Boom!
Cheon Geom was pushed back repeatedly, yet he perfectly blocked Cheon Lei Wu Shuang.
Then he spoke to Bu Eunseol as if provoking her.
“A killing blade forged from rage and murderous intent is formidable, but when facing someone like me who has mastered the sword arts, it exposes fatal flaws!”
The principle of the Dragon Flame Sword Technique was mysterious yet elegantly simple.
When the killing blade unfurled, the murderous aura concentrated at the sword’s tip made contact with the target before the blade itself.
Cheon Geom had devised a sublime sword form that exploited this weakness to defend against killing blades.
Because of this, Cheon Geom effortlessly parried Bu Eunseol’s Thunder Annihilation—a technique that even Dong Yeo Lip, once among the Mado Sipgyeol, could not block.
“Now receive my sword art!”
Zing!
A low, resonant hum emanated from Cheon Geom’s great sword.
Simultaneously, a blinding white light engulfed the heavens and earth in all directions.
Though countless sword techniques existed throughout Tianxia, each possessed form and pattern.
But what Cheon Geom unleashed was nothing but brilliant light—no form, no pattern whatsoever.
Clang!
The massive great sword halted before Bu Eunseol with a metallic ring.
Bu Eunseol had blocked the formless sword technique—visible only as radiant light—while standing motionless.
“To block my Formless Shadowless Sword in a single breath? Impressive indeed.”
Screech!
Finding Thunder Annihilation ineffective against Cheon Geom, Bu Eunseol immediately unleashed the Boundless Heavenly Flow.
Cheon Geom, maintaining his relaxed expression, shifted his sword art to counter hers.
Boom! Boom!
Each time Cheon Geom’s light erupted outward, the Black Sword responded in kind, violent air-splitting sounds roaring with intensity.
As the sword techniques of these two prodigies—representatives of the new generation—clashed repeatedly, the tremors of true energy surged to the heavens.
Boom!
The qi emanating from both their bodies grew increasingly powerful, forming whirlwinds that scattered dust and tore vegetation from the earth.
Screech!
Cheon Geom’s previously invisible sword art transformed into a tangible, supreme technique.
At the same moment, Bu Eunseol’s sword speed accelerated as well.
Recognizing each other’s mastery, they simultaneously shifted their techniques as if by mutual agreement.
“Magnificent! Truly magnificent! Absolutely magnificent!”
Cheon Geom wielded his sword with frenzied passion, crying out in exultation.
“You’re the first to block my sword art so flawlessly!”
Zing! Clang!
The tyrannical, practical combat swordsmanship of the Demonic Path and the refined, exquisite techniques of the Orthodox Sects collided repeatedly at close range.
The sword arts of these two prodigies were equally matched, yet their inner power reserves differed vastly.
Cheon Geom’s meridians, blessed with natural divine strength, were several times thicker and more resilient than ordinary cultivators.
Thus, he had transcended his age group, achieving inner power at the four-decade level.
Yet Bu Eunseol, having reached the fifth stage of the Counterextreme Heart Method, possessed inner power exceeding five decades.
No matter how desperately Cheon Geom exerted himself, he could not overcome Bu Eunseol’s overwhelming inner power.
“Ptui!”
As their weapons tangled once more in mid-air, Cheon Geom spat blood onto the ground.
“Damn it! I can’t match your inner power!”
Each time their weapons clashed, Bu Eunseol’s formidable inner force burrowed through Cheon Geom’s meridians.
Yet he only spat out a trace of blood.
A mere internal injury was swiftly healed by circulating his power once through his channels.
It was truly monstrous recovery.
“Is inner force all you possess?”
Despite Cheon Geom’s provocation, Bu Eunseol’s gaze remained darkly settled.
From the start, I had no intention of assessing the superiority of blade techniques or identifying flaws in martial arts.
My plan was to damage Cheon Geom’s meridians through relentless weapon clashes and kill him in agony.
But as Cheon Geom swiftly recovered from his injuries, my resolve shifted.
‘There’s no need for that.’
My spirit was saturated with rage and murderous intent, having already descended into the Demonic Path once more.
All I need do is sever Cheon Geom’s neck in one stroke using the Yeouui True Formation, backed by boundless inner force.
‘Emotions are merely chains to be discarded.’
Whoooosh!
In that instant, hundreds of strands of black true energy erupted from behind me.
Affection only brings suffering and pain. Against an enemy I wish to cut down, it offers no aid whatsoever.
‘I shall become the Grand Demon Immortal who annihilates all things.’
Bu Eunseol made the choice at last.
Just as when I obliterated Saixiang, I would embrace the Demonic Path—the way that grants the power to shatter any foe before me by immediately manifesting murderous intent and will…
And I chose Ma Cheon Je’s Blade Severing Secret Art.
―Do not torment yourself.
But then, Young Moon Ho’s final words echoed through my mind.
―Such is the life of a swordmaster who walks with blade in hand.
Young Moon Ho had smiled even as his final breath left him.
It was because he had felt that what awaited beyond that quiet death was also peace.
―Seol Ah, this old man’s final request.
My grandfather, dying in agony, had desperately wished for nothing but my peaceful life.
Yet if I chose to become a Grand Demon Immortal who annihilates all that defies me?
Could my grandfather in the heavens close his eyes in peace? Would Young Moon Ho not torment himself, thinking it was because of him?
“Uuuugh.”
As conflicting emotions endlessly collided, my eyes darkened.
I had finally entered a heart demon’s tribulation.
But in that moment,
Zing.
The tremendous power dispersed throughout my meridians surged forth, extinguishing the black true energy flowing through my body.
It was the power of the Prajna Grand Ability.
Whoooosh!
The Prajna Grand Ability flowing through my meridians felt like warm hands gently caressing my back.
As if my grandfather were urging me not to become a Grand Demon Immortal who annihilates the world.
Exhale.
In that instant, the inky true energy blooming from Bu Eunseol’s body vanished completely.
Simultaneously, her darkened eyes returned to their pristine clarity.
“What are you doing now?”
Cheon Geom observed the fluctuations of true energy coursing through Bu Eunseol’s body shift multiple times, and he discerned that she had fallen into demonic obsession.
Yet suddenly, a solemn golden radiance erupted from her entire being, and she was breaking free from the demonic obsession rather than sinking deeper into it?
“Your internal energy is formidable, but you’re a bit reckless, aren’t you?”
Cheon Geom’s lips curled with derision.
“I’ve never seen anyone awaken from demonic obsession in the middle of a battle.”
Bu Eunseol raised her dark blade in response rather than speaking.
Having escaped the demonic obsession, she no longer relied on the Demonic Path, instead calmly unleashing the true strength she possessed.
A brilliant flash!
Bu Eunseol deployed the Formless Heavenly Flow once more.
Yet something was amiss.
Her sword techniques were unfolding with almost rigid honesty.
Moreover, she wielded none of the sword forms used against formidable opponents—not the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, not the Returning Blade Annihilation, not even the Celestial Finger Strike.
As Bu Eunseol’s swordplay grew increasingly monotonous and subdued, Cheon Geom smirked and spoke.
“If that’s all you have, this is tedious.”
He transformed the Myriad Forms Eclipse once more, swinging his great blade up and down, then side to side.
Each time, the Formless Heavenly Flow that Bu Eunseol unleashed was intercepted.
The Formless Heavenly Flow was a practical combat technique refined from all the sword arts of the Nangya Sect.
The stronger the opponent, the stronger it became, capable of generating sword techniques in response.
In other words, the Formless Heavenly Flow was incomplete, a sword art that could develop endlessly through actual combat.
But Cheon Geom’s Myriad Forms Eclipse was already a near-perfected sword art created by the Sword Sage in his final years.
Thus, the incomplete Formless Heavenly Flow could not yet match the Myriad Forms Eclipse.
“You may desperately wish to cut me down, but Demonic Path sword arts are nowhere near sufficient.”
A metallic click.
Cheon Geom suddenly grasped the handle of his great blade with both hands and pulled them apart.
The great blade suddenly split into two, one held in each of his hands.
The reason his great blade had been so massive and thick was because two great blades had been joined as one.
“We have time aplenty, so let’s make this more entertaining!”
A torrential whooshing sound!
As he wielded both great blades with frenzied abandon, cold streaks of light began encircling the area.
Simultaneously, hundreds of shadows from the great blades pierced toward Bu Eunseol’s vital points.
A sharp crack!
At that moment, spider-web-shaped materialized true energy erupted from Bu Eunseol’s left hand, piercing through the sword shadows and burrowing into Cheon Geom’s body.
“Impossible!”
As the materialized true energy burrowed into his body, Cheon Geom merely smiled and transformed his sword technique.
A thunderous boom!
A keen gale erupted from the great blade,
A sharp ringing sound!
Moonlit, shimmering sword energy poured forth, and the vital energies blanketing the void were deflected one by one toward Bu Eunseol’s direction.
The vital energies originally created through the Yeouui True Formation possessed destructive power comparable to sword energy.
Yet Cheon Geom not only lightly deflected those vital energies with his great sword, but was even returning them toward Bu Eunseol.
“How is this!”
Cheon Geom burst forth with confident exclamation.
“This is the sword technique of our sect—Myriad Forms Single Expression!”
Myriad Forms Single Expression.
A sword form created by the Sword Sage in his final years, encompassing all orthodox sword techniques not merely in principle but also…
A transcendent sword art whose power and variations changed completely depending on the practitioner’s enlightenment, cultivation level, and weapon type.
Though the solidified vital energies curved back through the air, Bu Eunseol showed little surprise and calmly withdrew the Yeouui True Formation.
A sharp crack.
Seizing that opening, Cheon Geom charged forward with a whirlwind, bearing down on Bu Eunseol.
Metallic clang, rapid strikes.
Pushing like a tide then retreating, pouring down like a tempest then subsiding gently.
Myriad Forms Single Expression contained all transformations of heaven and earth, and whenever Bu Eunseol attempted a counterattack, it preempted position and space, interrupting her sword momentum.
A sharp whistle.
As Bu Eunseol’s sword momentum was blocked, she unfurled the Yeouui True Formation once more.
The Yeouui True Formation deployed without entering the Demonic Path posed no real threat to a master like Cheon Geom.
Yet Bu Eunseol, as though testing something, continuously pressured Cheon Geom while altering the form of the Yeouui True Formation.
“Hahaha! Is that all?”
Each time, Cheon Geom laughed heartily and used Myriad Forms Single Expression to deflect the solidified vital energies back toward Bu Eunseol’s body.
‘So that was it.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.
The solidified vital energies created through the Yeouui True Formation had become temporary ‘force’ given form.
Though they could be destroyed or dissipated, they were not objects possessing a flexible nature.
Yet Cheon Geom, utilizing the subtle sword principles of Myriad Forms Single Expression, had altered the nature of the vital energies created by the Yeouui True Formation as though they were flexible objects.
‘Transformation.’
Bu Eunseol finally grasped Cheon Geom’s method.
Unlike the Buddha Sage, he could not alter the fundamental principles of martial arts, yet through the function of Myriad Forms Single Expression, he could change the nature of the Yeouui True Formation itself.
‘Not only does he possess monstrous recovery, but he can defend against the Yeouui True Formation with his sword form…’
Having coldly assessed Cheon Geom’s abilities, Bu Eunseol began to calm her spirit once more.
Thirteen Night Technique.
To unfold this supreme orthodox secret art required the Mu Hwang Jeong Gak—enhancement of martial power through extreme emotional resonance.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As sharp currents of energy began flowing from his body simultaneously,
A rushing sound.
At that moment, dozens of Black Shadows descended from the distant sky with a sound of air splitting.
They were the Guusal Unit members.
“Commander!”
Upon receiving the message from the Guusal Unit’s Hanam branch commander, they had mobilized every available force of the unit.
And he had brought all the elite masters from the Hanam branch of the Demon Palace to Chil Geom Ryeong.
“Hmph, nuisances have arrived.”
The moment Cheon Geom saw the Guusal Unit members descending from the sky, he immediately ceased his attack and retreated dozens of paces backward.
If the Guusal Unit members intervened at this moment, the balance would shatter instantly.
“We shall cross blades again another time!”
Cheon Geom launched himself into the air in a single breath, soaring above the clouds.
“I will not let him escape.”
Under normal circumstances, I would have sent Cheon Geom alone to kill him.
But I could never forgive him for slaughtering Young Moon Ho so brutally.
If I could, I would have mobilized not just the Guusal Unit but all the forces of the Demon Palace.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol immediately unleashed her Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement and pursued him.
Cheon Geom, sensing Bu Eunseol’s pursuit, suddenly doubled his power and deployed his movement technique at full force.
Boom!
The sound of thunder and lightning crackled through the air, and Cheon Geom’s movement technique speed doubled as he tore through the sky.
But Bu Eunseol’s movement technique had already reached the level of a master renowned throughout Gangho. He could not shake her off.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Finally, as Bu Eunseol closed the distance.
Cheon Geom suddenly veered sharply to the right and came to a halt before a temple nestled deep within the mountains.
Thud!
The moment Bu Eunseol landed before him and was about to launch an attack without hesitation,
“You must not!”
A desperate cry rang out, and a figure descended from the sky to the ground. It was Mu Heun.
“You must vacate this place at once.”
Mu Heun had deployed his movement technique with every ounce of strength, his entire body drenched in sweat and his voice trembling.
“The leaders of the Murim Alliance and the elders of the Gudaemun Sect are scheduled to hold a meeting here at Gye Deok Temple.”
At that, Cheon Geom, who stood before the Mountain Gate, smacked his lips with regret.
“You have quite the capable intelligence network. I happened to learn of this meeting here myself.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed.
At first glance, he appeared to possess only overwhelming martial prowess and little else.
But Cheon Geom, contrary to appearances, possessed a meticulous and thorough character.
Otherwise, he would never have bothered to learn of such locations in preparation for unforeseen circumstances.
“Hahaha. What will you do?”
He continued to speak playfully, completely unaware that Bu Eunseol had already thoroughly analyzed both his martial prowess and his personality.
“Will you continue to hold your ground here?”
“Is methodical retreat the way that the Sword Master taught? Or is it perhaps the unique tactic of the Orthodox Sects that band together?”
“Hehehehe. Are you suggesting that the Orthodox Sects cannot survive through dishonorable means?”
Despite Bu Eunseol’s provocation, Cheon Geom only smiled.
“I will not hesitate to use any method if it means survival.”
In Cheon Geom’s eyes burned a madness—a resolute determination to annihilate the Demonic Path entirely.
“I will survive, and I will survive again… Not just you, but I will utterly annihilate every single disciple of the Demonic Path. Only then can the righteous spirit of Murim be restored.”
Cheon Geom harbored no reservations about any method if it could eradicate the Demonic Path—he believed such annihilation was the only righteous course.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes, fixed upon Cheon Geom, blazed crimson.
That gaze spoke more clearly than any oath or action ever could.
For Young Moon Ho’s vengeance.
She would certainly eliminate him.
“That will never come to pass.”
“Never come to pass?”
Bu Eunseol opened her mouth with an expression of utmost solemnity.
“You will die by my hand soon enough.”
“I look forward to it.”
Cheon Geom spoke with a calm smile.
“Today was merely a light reconnaissance—nothing more.”
Cheon Geom understood well.
That Bu Eunseol had not displayed her true power.
Yet Cheon Geom himself had not revealed all his strength either.
“…!”
But the expression of the smiling Cheon Geom stiffened slightly.
The corner of Bu Eunseol’s mouth, who had been staring at him intently, curved upward ever so faintly.
It was a smile like that which the Grim Reaper wears when delivering death.
“We depart.”
Bu Eunseol spoke briefly to Mu Heun, then unfurled her divine movement technique and left that place.

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