The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 324

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Chapter 324.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
As Cheon Geom unfurled the Ten Thousand Forms Eclipse using the swift blade’s mysteries, Bu Eunseol mirrored the technique with equal mastery.
Half above, half below—shifting heaven, exchanging force.
It was akin to the Demonic Path’s technique of unified strength, yet it was the supreme mystery of the Orthodox sects’ blade arts: reversing the very source of power flowing through the blade’s edge.
‘This wretched creature!’
Cheon Geom, realizing the situation too late, bit down on his lip.
Everything until now had been an arrangement to steal the mysteries of the Ten Thousand Forms Eclipse?
‘I should have killed him in one breath from the start.’
I should never have fought with thoughts of a draw in mind.
When the opportunity presented itself, I should have severed his life thread immediately.
“Hahahaha!”
Cheon Geom, consumed by rage, burst into mad laughter.
“So this is the method befitting one from the Nangya Sect—spouting nonsense about practical martial arts while stealing others’ techniques and strutting about!”
And he drew upon his full power, channeling his energy to its peak.
‘I’ll cut you down with everything I have before you steal my blade technique.’
I sensed that if I failed to kill Bu Eunseol today, there would be no opportunity in the future.
「You thought you had nothing left to lose. That you could reclaim everything simply by enduring, didn’t you?」
Bu Eunseol looked down upon Cheon Geom.
「How naive. The mere fact that you are Geom Joon’s disciple means you possess much.」
And she smiled coldly.
「And I have taken it all.」
Crack.
As Cheon Geom’s plans were exposed and the mysteries of his blade technique were stolen, a fury threatened to consume him entirely.
Yet sensing the gazes of those around him, he let out a derisive snort.
「Conversing with the dead, are we? Yet you’ve been quite talkative since earlier.」
「What words won’t I speak to provoke your nature?」
Bu Eunseol, wearing a leisurely smile, sent a transmission through sound.
「In any case, you’ve labored well. Following the plans I laid out so faithfully all this time.」
Crunch.
Cheon Geom ground his molars until they threatened to shatter.
Had it been possible to forge something from a glance, countless blades would have poured forth from his eyes.
「Break my blade technique first, then speak such words!」
Crack.
Cheon Geom’s massive frame grew even larger.
As he, possessing innate divine strength, ignited his latent potential, his body transformed to unleash maximum power.
Whoosh.
White vital energy rose from his form, and Cheon Geom’s height increased by another head’s length, his frame becoming even more imposing.
It could no longer be called human. Yet neither was it a monster.
Greed, cruelty, malice, and killing intent—intertwined together, it resembled an unknown life form.
“I’ll end this in a single move!”
Innate divine power and qi, combined with formidable inner strength and killing intent—the moment he prepared to unleash his full strength with the Ten Thousand Eclipses technique,
Whoosh!
From Bu Eunseol’s Frozen Soul Blade, pale mist erupted in all directions, trapping dozens of sword strikes within the fog.
“Don’t play foolish tricks!”
The now-giant Cheon Geom closed the distance in an instant and swung his blade toward Bu Eunseol’s head.
But the moment the great sword was about to touch Bu Eunseol’s neck, something unpleasant pressed against the back of his neck.
‘Something is wrong.’
Cheon Geom too was a master who had stepped into the Extreme Heaven Realm.
He could perceive time several times slower than ordinary martial artists.
He split his full-power attack in two, preparing a defensive motion against a sudden counterattack.
‘No matter what trick you attempt, I can defend with the great sword in my left hand!’
Boom!
In that instant, a sharp vortex of air currents erupted from Bu Eunseol’s blade, as if a violent storm were descending.
Shatter!
Simultaneously, countless points of light scattered outward and began pouring down toward Bu Eunseol and Cheon Geom.
‘What manner of sword technique is this?’
The points of light were sword pellets that easily pierced through iron Bu Eunseol had unleashed.
Even a slight touch tore clothing and left deep gouges in flesh.
When Cheon Geom closed the distance in one breath to slay her, Bu Eunseol employed an arcane sword technique to rain the sword pellets down like a downpour.
Upon both herself and Cheon Geom.
“Madwoman! Is mutual destruction all you could devise?”
Cheon Geom abandoned his attempt to sever Bu Eunseol’s neck and instead swung his great sword in sweeping arcs, annihilating all the points of light.
But Bu Eunseol was different.
Regardless of whether her body was torn to shreds by the descending sword pellets, she charged toward Cheon Geom.
Whoosh!
Breaking through the rain of sword pellets, Bu Eunseol became a figure of blood in an instant.
Tap.
Yet she paid it no mind and condensed a single sword pellet like dewdrops upon her blade’s tip.
Then she rotated the Frozen Soul Blade in a great circle and immediately unleashed it toward Cheon Geom.
In that moment, all the sword pellets raining down vanished,
Explode!
And simultaneously, the mist surrounding Bu Eunseol and Cheon Geom evaporated in an instant.
For a moment, silence fell over Seok Gwang Pyeong.
―What had just transpired?
Because of the mysterious mist sprayed from the Frozen Soul Blade, even masters with exceptional eyesight could not discern the precise exchange of moves between the two.
Drip, drip, drip.
Bu Eunseol’s entire body was lacerated and drenched in blood, yet she stood upright with her spine rigid.
But Cheon Geom bore not a single wound, regarding Bu Eunseol with an impassive expression.
“A sword technique both wondrous and utterly mad.”
Cheon Geom, who had mastered the Myriad Forms Eclipse, could indeed be called a Sword Demon.
The technique Bu Eunseol had unleashed moments before was one that accepted death itself without a shred of fear.
He had discerned that only a madman could unfurl such a technique.
The sword aura Bu Eunseol had released possessed tremendous destructive power.
Had there been even the slightest hesitation or fear, his body would have been riddled with hundreds of holes.
Yet Bu Eunseol harbored not a single moment of doubt, charging directly into the sword aura.
And from within it, she unleashed a peculiar sword technique, severing Cheon Geom’s carotid artery.
“Had you unfolded this swordplay from the beginning, you could have defeated me in a single second.”
Cheon Geom had been overestimating Bu Eunseol’s prowess.
The Blood Flowing Seven Forms was a supreme blade art that required the caster’s spirit and will to be perfectly aligned.
Because Cheon Geom had unleashed a sword technique brilliant enough to claim Bu Eunseol’s life, he too could manifest the Blood Flowing Seven Forms.
“Had you truly been mad, you would not have clung to life and death. You could have blocked this technique.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“But your madness was a false madness born of arrogance.”
Cheon Geom had emerged victorious in every confrontation thus far.
And he had prided himself on his ability to survive any battle.
―I am strong. I am confident I can survive against anyone!
That was why, when he entered the Demon Palace, he dared to challenge even the Dark King Yeop Hyo Cheon, who was the left hand of the Four Gods Seven Kings.
Had he truly believed he could die? Cheon Geom would never have dared to defy him.
“Ah, I must admit it.”
Cheon Geom lowered his head with a desolate expression.
“The true madman was not me, but you.”
And he drew a deep breath before asking.
“Then you are not afraid of death?”
“This world is merely a temporary dwelling place.”
Click.
Bu Eunseol, sheathing her Icy Soul Blade, spoke matter-of-factly.
“To die is simply to return to one’s original place….”
The first form of the Blood Flowing Seven Forms—Life Borrows, Death Returns.
This technique scatters blade spheres upon both enemy and self, and within them, one stakes their life to slay the enemy…
Truly a technique of mad destruction.
“To die is… to return to one’s original place.”
Cheon Geom spoke with a faint smile.
Pshhh!
And fresh blood surged from his neck.
His vision growing hazy, Cheon Geom extended his hand toward Bu Eunseol while standing upright.
“Forgive me.”
And with a trembling hand extended, he spoke.
“For brutally slaying your friend, one of the Ten Demon Immortals… can you ever forgive me?”
As death approached, did memories of his misguided life flash before him?
Cheon Geom extended his hand toward Bu Eunseol with a desperate expression.
“….”
Bu Eunseol approached slowly and, standing before Cheon Geom, took his hand.
It was the final farewell of a Jeongsayang-do warrior who had fought without regret.
Under normal circumstances, that is.
Whoosh!
But in that instant, a flash erupted from Cheon Geom’s body.
At this moment of absolute desperation, the Reverse Heaven Single Flash—a desperate sword technique capable of dragging the enemy down with him—unfurled.
Shwik!
Yet Bu Eunseol calmly twisted her body and evaded the attack.
Thud.
The sword energy of the Reverse Heaven Single Flash left only a shallow wound on Bu Eunseol’s left shoulder before soaring skyward.
She had anticipated this as a final desperate gambit.
One incapable of understanding another’s emotions would never beg for forgiveness.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
The Murim warriors watching gasped in disbelief.
―Is this truly what a disciple of Geom Joon should do?
Cheon Geom had attempted to drag Bu Eunseol down with him using such a cowardly method, even as death approached.
Did this not confirm that all the rumors about him were true?
“The madness of the weak is always limited to this much.”
Bu Eunseol murmured softly,
“It’s over.”
Cheon Geom, clutching his throat, spilled clotted blood from his mouth in streams.
Most of the blood in his body had already drained away.
Yet his right hand still gripped the great sword tightly, and his dimming eyes continued searching for openings in Bu Eunseol’s defense.
The instinct of a warrior. And his stubborn vitality.
“Damn it.”
Cheon Geom twisted his face in regret as he spoke.
“I’ve truly disgraced my master’s name.”
Crack!
Suddenly, with the sound of splitting flesh, Cheon Geom’s head soared skyward.
Bu Eunseol had swung her Bing Hun Sword like lightning, severing his head into the void.
Thud.
The severed head tumbled to the ground.
For a moment, Seok Gwang Pyeong fell into a silence as profound as death itself.
Thump-thump-thud.
The head rolled across the ground like a ball, coming to rest at Bu Eunseol’s feet.
The Murim warriors watching could not close their mouths.
Had it been a fair and honorable duel?
The Orthodox Sect warriors would have immediately lodged fierce protests or drawn their weapons in rage.
Killing someone of Cheon Geom’s caliber as easily as one would slaughter a pack of bandits was an insult to their very existence.
Yet all the Orthodox Sects, including the observers, had witnessed his crude and brutal nature. Thus, none could reproach Bu Eunseol.
“….”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Cheon Geom’s severed head.
To perfectly eliminate this mad, deranged lunatic, I had executed countless plans and elevated my martial prowess to another tier.
Yet no sense of satisfaction washed over me.
Only the smile of Young Moon Ho, bleeding from his lips as he died, lingered in my mind.
―Do not torment yourself.
Young Moon Ho had hoped until his final moment that I would not suffer.
It was surely because he knew I would undoubtedly seek vengeance for his sake.
‘Young Moon Ho.’
Bu Eunseol turned my gaze toward the distant sky.
The image of Young Moon Ho dying in agony seemed to have transformed into one wearing a smile.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a sharp cutting sound pierced the air as dozens of sword energies rained down upon Bu Eunseol like a deluge.
Shing!
My spirit had momentarily departed from reality, yet the Wind-Cloud Harmony Formation inscribed upon my body reacted instantly to the killing intent.
In a flash, the Icy Soul Sword erupted from its sheath, leaping and bounding to form a perfect circular sword barrier.
The Rhombus Sword Formation had unfurled.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
As I deflected the torrential onslaught of sword energies, my body was forced backward repeatedly.
The reverse force contained within the blades surpassed even the natural divine strength of Cheon Geom.
Thud.
The shadow descending from the void was a large built man.
His eyes gleamed like those of a tiger, and behind his back shimmered what appeared to be a massive sword-shaped heat haze.
“Jo Cheon Wang.”
He was the Lord of Wu Tian Duan and the father of Jo Mu Gyeol, the Flawless Swordsman whom Bu Eunseol had beheaded in a single stroke.
The Emperor Dragon Sword—Jo Cheon Wang himself.
“Truthfully, I hoped you would die by my blade in one strike… yet part of me wished you would not.”
Jo Cheon Wang sighed deeply as he approached the fallen Cheon Geom.
“You must suffer all the more, and one day you must properly withstand this Lord’s sword.”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
Collecting the blood debt for one’s child’s death was a father’s natural duty.
Thus, I harbored no resentment toward him for his sudden ambush.
“Call upon me whenever you wish.”
At my confident words, Jo Cheon Wang nodded calmly.
“Once you have reached a level where you can properly contend with this Lord.”
Remarkably, Jo Cheon Wang regarded Bu Eunseol as beneath him, waiting for him to grow stronger before claiming his life.
‘As befits a Lord.’
If the Demon Hall possessed the Ten Demonic Gates, then the Murim Alliance had the Seven Great Lords.
Their martial prowess alone could annihilate an entire sect, and each possessed independent authority formidable enough to command their own battle divisions.
The true force sustaining the Murim Alliance was not the Nine Sects One Alliance or the Eight Great Families, but the Seven Sword Lords themselves.
“Collect his body.”
It seemed only Jo Cheon Wang had come as a Lord from the Murim Alliance’s side.
As his command fell, martial artists who appeared to be members of the Murim Alliance respectfully gathered Cheon Geom’s remains.
Once all the duels concluded, both the Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance dispersed the martial artists gathered at Seok Gwang Pyeong.
There was no telling what might transpire if masters of the Jeongsayang-do assembled in such numbers.
“….”
As the duels ended, Bu Eunseol exchanged a brief glance with the Lords of Sayoung Hall who had been watching from afar.
Understanding the meaning, they all nodded in unison.
―Go and return.
―Go and return safely.
Having slipped away from Seok Gwang Pyeong, Bu Eunseol unleashed her movement technique with full force.
Her destination was not the Demon Hall, but Chil Geom Ryeong, where Young Moon Ho’s residence lay.
The estate, now bereft of its master, stood desolate in its place, while only the bleak wind sweeping from all directions passed fleetingly through the air.
Bu Eunseol ascended to Young Moon Ho’s grave, erected atop Chil Geom Ryeong.
“The sunlight is warm, yet why does the wind cut so bitterly?”
Bu Eunseol poured a cup of potent, exquisite wine upon Young Moon Ho’s grave.
“I could not bring back his head.”
She spoke in a low voice.
“He was far too significant a figure.”
Bu Eunseol had avenged Young Moon Ho’s tragic death.
Had Cheon Geom not come, he would have left Gangho and lived quietly harvesting medicinal herbs.
He would have met a simple woman, raised children, and lived happily.
‘Grandfather.’
Longing surfaced in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Had Hyung Su, the one who killed grandfather, never come.
Bu Eunseol would still be performing funeral rites for the deceased alongside Bu Chanyang, eating noodles topped with pickled vegetables…
And when night fell, conversing with grandfather in the small room before drifting to sleep.
She would have lived a happy life.
‘May you find happiness there.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes grew clouded as she gazed upon the grave, remembering Young Moon Ho for a moment.
By now the night had deepened, and a bright moon hung in the sky. Bu Eunseol slowly turned to descend Chil Geom Ryeong.
Footsteps echoed.
Yet in the distance, a shadow appeared.
Though the moonlight brightly illuminated the earth, the face of the approaching shadow remained indistinct.
The powerful fluctuation of inner energy obscured the figure’s visage.
“Has your mourning concluded?”
The shadow’s voice was that of an elderly man.
Bu Eunseol had not sensed the old man’s presence even once while ascending Chil Geom Ryeong.
Moreover, no matter how much I enhanced my vision, I could not pierce through the shadows to glimpse the face hidden within.
The shadow before me possessed martial arts of an unimaginably transcendent level.
“You waited for me?”
Yet Bu Eunseol showed little surprise, opening her mouth with indifference.
“There was no need for that.”
“Hehehehe.”
The shadow laughed softly, then walked forward toward Bu Eunseol with deliberate slowness.
As he emerged, an elderly man revealed himself—his face and forearms etched with countless deep scars.
So many wounds covered his skin that he appeared less human and more like a reptile wearing a second hide.
Yet his eyes gleamed with clarity and righteousness, giving him no sinister impression whatsoever.
Bu Eunseol’s expression grew grave nonetheless, and drawing a deep breath, she immediately unsheathed her Bing Hun Sword.
“Indeed.”
The elderly man nodded with apparent surprise as Bu Eunseol drew her blade without hesitation.
“From that single act of drawing your sword before this old one, I can already discern how extraordinary your talent truly is.”
“Have you come to avenge him?”
“I have.”
As the old man answered, Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath.
From his bearing and stance alone, it was unmistakable.
He was Geom Joon Heon Won Dam Cheong—the creator of the Myriad Forms Eclipse, the greatest swordmaster of the Orthodox Path.

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