The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 325

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Chapter 325.
“Surrender.”
Geom Joon, Heon Won Dam Cheong, opened his mouth with a bitter expression.
“Must you die in agony crossing blades with me?”
And he regarded Bu Eunseol with impassive eyes.
“Take your own life. That is the mercy I offer you.”
Even before the terrifying existence known as Geom Joon’s threat, Bu Eunseol’s gaze remained composed and settled.
“Do you think I would sit idle and accept death?”
“So you will rush forward regardless.”
Geom Joon’s expression turned bitter.
In truth, for him to raise his hand against Bu Eunseol was akin to a grown man attacking an infant.
Bu Eunseol was merely a young prodigy who had just entered the Extreme Heaven Realm.
Yet was he not a Grand Master of the Martial Way who had long since reached the Limitless Realm?
“I discovered Cheon Geom, that child, when I had left Murim to wander the world seeking a quiet place to live in seclusion. Thus, I had no intention of taking disciples.”
Geom Joon’s expression grew pained.
“But that child, Cheon Geom, was far too pitiful. His parents were slaughtered by a band of bandits, and a head injury left him unable to remember even his parents’ faces or his own name.”
His eyes deepened as he recalled the tragic events of that time.
“Thus, I gave that child the name Cheon Geom. Hoping he would become the Sword of Heaven, one who would make this world righteous.”
Bu Eunseol no longer cared about Cheon Geom’s past.
Yet she listened to his words in silence because she understood fully the bitter sorrow of one who had come seeking vengeance.
She too lived for revenge, and even now walked the path of vengeance.
“But before he could become the Righteous Sword to replace Heaven itself, he fell into your treacherous scheme and became a vengeful spirit.”
Geom Joon’s eyes were filled with sorrow.
“That child became a cold corpse, his honor fell to the depths, and the name Cheon Geom became something even the Orthodox Sects would turn away from.”
His tone was measured, yet he blamed Bu Eunseol for everything from beginning to end.
Only then did Bu Eunseol understand why Cheon Geom had failed to develop proper character.
‘He simply pitied and sympathized with him, never disciplining him strictly.’
Disciples and children should be raised with love, yet their wrongs must be corrected with severity.
Otherwise, they come to believe that all things in the world flow according to their will.
“Was there truly a need to do such things?”
Geom Joon had not ascended Seok Gwang Pyeong because he trusted Cheon Geom, who had inherited his sword technique’s purification.
But when he heard that Cheon Geom had been defeated with his neck severed, he immediately pursued Bu Eunseol, believing she had employed vicious treachery to claim victory.
However, the moment he saw Bu Eunseol draw her blade, he perceived that her true martial prowess surpassed Cheon Geom’s.
Unable to find justification for revenge, he was grasping at straws regardless.
“Master and disciple are truly cut from the same cloth.”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“There is no need for lengthy words. Draw your blade at once.”
The aura of a Grand Master surveying all Tianxia rose from Bu Eunseol’s entire being.
That confident and majestic presence refuted Geom Joon’s sophistry more piercing than a hundred words could.
In truth, Geom Joon knew as well.
That using crude methods without hesitation to achieve victory was Cheon Geom’s way.
He simply could not bear the sorrow of losing a beloved disciple, and was searching for a target upon which to pour his rage.
“You have grown righteously.”
Geom Joon’s expression was apologetic yet anguished.
“I acknowledge that I have failed in raising my disciple properly.”
And gazing directly into Bu Eunseol’s eyes, he spoke.
“And I am well aware that laying hands upon a child like you would also violate the laws of Murim.”
Geom Joon sighed deeply before finally speaking with candor.
“Yet… I cannot help but seek vengeance for that wretched one.”
“Then do so.”
As Geom Joon spoke with honesty, Bu Eunseol replied in an even tone.
“There is no one here to condemn you.”
Geom Joon realized that Bu Eunseol’s spirit was not only lofty and noble, but her heart had not strayed into the Demonic Path.
The Middle Way.
Remarkably, the successor of Demon Hall’s heart upheld the Middle Way rather than the Demonic Path.
“Very well.”
As if having made a great resolve, Geom Joon picked up a fallen twig from the ground and spoke.
“Since this is all my own stubbornness, I shall not take your life.”
And raising the twig horizontally, he spoke calmly.
“Instead, I shall sever one of your arms.”
It would be the greatest magnanimity Geom Joon could offer from his position.
With Bu Eunseol’s talent, she could even swiftly recover her strength with left-handed swordsmanship.
“It matters not—strike with your full power.”
“What did you say?”
“Knowing that you would be acting shamefully, this is merely a constraint I place upon myself.”
Bu Eunseol held the Bing Hun Sword and spoke calmly.
“Make your move.”
Geom Joon had long since broken through the Extreme Heaven Realm and comprehended the ultimate principles of the sword.
Yet it seemed his enlightenment regarding the ways of humanity was lesser than Bu Eunseol’s.
“How shameful. Truly shameful.”
Geom Joon shook his head while holding the twig.
“After I sever your arm, I shall leave Murim forever and never show my face to the world again.”
And he spoke calmly.
“Make your move. If I strike first, you will not even be able to unfold your swordsmanship.”
It was not a threat, but consideration born of sincerity.
Bu Eunseol nodded and drew upon her full power, gathering her energy.
And without hesitation, she unleashed the purification of the Formless Heavenly Stream.
Whoosh!
Ink-black sword energy coiled around Heon Won Dam Cheong’s body like a ferocious dark dragon.
“A magnificent technique.”
Geom Joon let out an exclamation of admiration.
Bu Eunseol’s sword technique contained not a single flaw or opening.
For someone of her age to display such stable and exquisite swordwork was extraordinarily difficult.
Geom Joon did not counterattack, instead effortlessly evading her technique while remaining in place.
Crash!
Anticipating Geom Joon’s easy evasion, Bu Eunseol unleashed a Mountain-Shattering Fist with her left hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two sharp auras of energy burrowed toward Geom Joon’s flanks.
“A remarkable technique indeed.”
Yet Geom Joon remained standing exactly where he was.
And both the Formless Heavenly Stream and the Thirteen Night Techniques had vanished like melting snow.
“This appears to be a technique of the Orthodox Sects…”
Geom Joon tilted his head, observing Bu Eunseol with curiosity.
His eyes held only wonder, not the slightest hint of caution toward the Thirteen Night Techniques.
‘It’s not working.’
Watching Geom Joon’s leisurely demeanor, Bu Eunseol bit her lip.
Until now, I had witnessed many masters who had reached the realm of the Formless.
Ma Cheon Je, the Elder Council Master, the Nangya Pavilion Master, and even the Immortal Buddha.
They all possessed power beyond imagination, yet they remained in human form, dwelling in the mortal realm.
But the moment combat began, Geom Joon felt like an immortal who had entered the celestial realm—as if he had merely borrowed a human shell to descend into this world.
No matter what technique I employed, it never touched his body.
Though he stood mere inches away, it felt as though he were separated by countless miles.
Swish.
Then the branch in Geom Joon’s hand moved gently.
Simultaneously, a small radiance fell toward Bu Eunseol’s shoulder.
It was an extraordinarily thin yet vital, living thing brimming with life force.
Though it did not touch her skin, merely seeing it felt as though it seeped into her shoulder, passing through flesh and bone.
‘A living sword technique.’
Through this single move, Bu Eunseol grasped the greatness of Geom Joon.
His creation, the Ten Thousand Phenomena Eclipse, was not merely a compilation of Orthodox Sect swordwork, but rather encompassed all phenomena of nature…
creating a living sword technique.
Tap.
At last, the radiance touched Bu Eunseol’s shoulder. Yet it could not penetrate through.
Zing.
Bu Eunseol had already deployed the Jade Seal Formation, completely protecting her forearm.
Yet her shoulder still bled, the flesh carved deeply.
‘Now is the moment.’
A brilliant light blazed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Since Geom Joon had already declared he would sever her right arm, she anticipated he would pour all his power into that limb, and thus prepared her final counterattack by deploying the Jade Seal Formation.
And now, with the formation in place, I readied my ultimate retaliation.
—Seek victory in the midst of crisis.
As I recalled a single verse from the Dharma Manual of Blood Path Seven Forms, a scorching vital energy surged through my chest.
There was no way I could defeat Geom Joon.
Then why not become a madman and depart from this world alongside him?
Life Seeker’s Ghost.
The first stance of Blood Path Seven Forms, the supreme technique of the Chilji Demonic Sect, unfolded once more from my hands.
Whoooosh!
Hundreds of sword rings materialized around Geom Joon and me.
‘This world is but a fleeting dwelling.’
Recalling the Dharma Manual of Blood Path Seven Forms, a profound loneliness washed over me.
And like one who craved death, I threw myself without hesitation into the maelstrom of sword rings.
Flash!
My form, fused with the blade as one, transformed into radiant light and pierced through the towering body of my opponent standing like a mountain.
At point-blank range, I unleashed Extreme Speed Shadowless at its peak while pouring forth Life Seeker’s Ghost, severing Geom Joon in the blink of an eye.
“….”
A moment of silence descended upon Chil Geom Ryeong.
Zzzzang!
A peculiar sound emanated from my Bing Hun Sword as I steadied my stance, having passed through Geom Joon’s body.
Simultaneously, spider-web-like cracks began spreading across the blade.
Crack.
At the same moment, Geom Joon’s right sleeve tore slightly.
Despite pouring everything I possessed into this single strike, I had managed only to tear his sleeve.
“This cannot be.”
Yet Geom Joon’s eyes had widened to their limits.
It was not because he had taken a blade.
He had realized that the swordsmanship I employed was actually Demonic Path technique—the teachings of the Chilji Demonic Sect.
“Who are you?”
Heon Won Dam Cheong’s expression twisted grotesquely.
“Is Chil Ji Ma Do alive?”
I was not particularly surprised.
Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Janyeong was a contemporary of Geom Joon. Therefore, the possibility that the two had clashed was far from negligible.
“Are you his disciple?”
When I did not answer, Heon Won Dam Cheong asked again.
“Or are you his blood kin?”
I wore a mysterious expression.
Chil Ji Ma Do, as the supreme master of the Demonic Path of that era, should rightfully have been at odds with him.
Yet was not Heon Won Dam Cheong’s expression now tinged not with hostility, but with something like longing and astonishment?
“How can you possibly wield his Demonic Path techniques?”
“There is nothing for you to know.”
I had no intention of recounting to him the process by which I had mastered the Blood Path Forms.
Heon Won Dam Cheong’s expression grew complicated as he spoke.
“I see. Then I’ll have to ask your body directly.”
He shook the twig he’d been holding once more.
Dozens of luminous points suddenly materialized before Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Each possessed a spiritual essence, and they descended at varying speeds and angles that shifted in perfect synchronization with her movements.
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol unleashed her full power to obliterate them.
The moment seemed to stretch endlessly.
Yet the luminous points didn’t vanish—instead, as they touched her blade, they transformed into dark, roiling clouds.
‘So counterattacking changes their nature.’
A flash of insight blazed through Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Simultaneously, the tip of her Bing Hun Sword began to tremble violently.
Ten Thousand Forms, One Eclipse.
She unfurled the profound mysteries of the Reverse Heavenly Force that Cheon Geom had taught her, wielding it against Geom Joon.
Crack.
Though sword technique clashed against sword technique and radiance collided with radiance, the sound of silk being torn echoed through the air.
As the light that had engulfed the world vanished,
Rustle.
Bu Eunseol’s garments were torn in countless places, her pockets completely exposed.
Geom Joon hadn’t sought to take her life—he’d stripped away every weapon and possession concealed within her clothing.
“What is this?”
Geom Joon’s gaze fixed upon a small sword hanging from Bu Eunseol’s waist.
Though it was the size of an ordinary short blade, its hilt was grotesquely oversized, like that of a great sword.
“Yeoro?”
Geom Joon’s voice rang out like a cry.
“You are his successor.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened in shock.
Remarkably, he had recognized even the sword of Chil Ji Ma Do.
“So a successor of Chil Ji Ma Do has appeared after all…”
Geom Joon had said “after all.”
Yet Bu Eunseol, too astonished to notice, had no mind for such subtleties.
Tracking the movements of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang was one of her primary objectives.
“How do you know of him?”
“Perhaps this too is the will of heaven.”
Heon Won Dam Cheong’s expression was enigmatic.
He seemed both troubled by something and yet strangely pleased.
Geom Joon lifted his gaze, meeting Bu Eunseol’s unwavering eyes.
Not a flicker of hesitation crossed her features; her entire being radiated an ethereal, noble presence.
Witnessing this, he drew a deep breath of admiration before speaking words that seemed entirely out of place.
“Indeed, heaven never sends down a divine being alone—it always provides worthy rivals to match them.”
Two Demons and Three Sovereigns, Three Demons and Three Sovereigns.
The Murim had always possessed worthy rivals, and sometimes they emerged from the most unexpected quarters.
Was it not commonly said that the Gangho teemed with extraordinary talents as numerous as grains of sand?
“You may be called the greatest prodigy of the Demonic Path, yet the Murim harbors many talents capable of matching you.”
Though somewhat abrupt, his words carried undeniable weight.
Cheon Geom was a prodigy comparable to Bu Eunseol. If so, then the disciples and blood relatives of the Murim Alliance Master, as well as the disciples of the other Three Demons and Three Sovereigns, would surely stand at a similar level.
“At least a dozen or more.”
Yet at his following words, Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed.
No matter how vast the world, the notion that more than a dozen individuals could rival her seemed difficult to accept.
“You shall know soon enough.”
Geom Joon gazed toward the distant heavens as he spoke.
“Why the descendants of those legendary supreme masters, who once shook the world with their names, have not yet emerged in the Murim until now.”
His words were cryptic and obscure.
Without realizing it, Bu Eunseol followed Geom Joon’s gaze upward toward the night sky.
There, stars blazed with dazzling brilliance, illuminating one another across the darkness.
“Perhaps the emergence of a prodigy such as yourself was also… merely fate.”
Geom Joon, his eyes hollow and vacant, murmured these words and shook his head.
“Still, this old one shall depart from the Murim. What does it matter?”
Heon Won Dam Cheong, muttering incomprehensible words in a low voice, cast aside a branch.
“I shall take my leave.”
He turned abruptly, speaking in a hushed tone.
“With this, he and I owe each other nothing.”
And he turned away.
“Geom Joon!”
Bu Eunseol cried out loudly, but Geom Joon’s presence had already vanished.
“Chil Ji Ma Do… who exactly is he?”
Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Janyeong.
I already knew that he was not the ruthless killer his reputation suggested, that another side to him existed.
But to have incurred debts not only to Chim Wang Jong Ri Sa Hyeon, but also to Geom Joon, who could be called the patriarch of the Orthodox Sects?
Could it be that he deliberately wore the mask of a brutal demonic cultivator to achieve some hidden purpose?
‘No, the Demon Hall is not such a simple place.’
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
Ma Cheon Je possessed the ability to peer into the hearts of others.
Moreover, there were Jeok Bung and the Master of the Hwawoo Sword Sect who rivaled him, and the Nangya Pavilion Master as well.
Furthermore, the Demon Hall itself was the Bok Ma Jeon, where great demons whose identities and abilities remained unrevealed still lurked in hiding.
Had he desperately sought to conceal his identity, Chil Ji Ma Do could never have become the Deputy Master of the Demon Hall.
….
No matter how much I pondered, no answer emerged.
Bu Eunseol reached down and picked up the fallen sword that lay on the ground.
If Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Janyeong were Yeomsa Bu Janyeong… then this blade would become my grandfather’s legacy.
“Grandfather.”
Bu Eunseol cradled Yeoro carefully in her embrace, her eyes growing distant as she gazed up at the night sky.
The circumstances woven into this moment were far too intricate; I could not even begin to fathom what hidden truths lay beneath the surface.
“I don’t understand. I truly don’t.”
Bu Eunseol lowered her head.
Why did the Chilji Demonic Sect, known as the Great Slayer, possess another facet to itself?
If Grandfather had been the Chilji Demonic Sect, why had he abandoned all glory and worked for Yeomsa while concealing his identity?
And who—and for what reason—had killed him?
‘If the Chilji Demonic Sect had truly done so much good, contrary to what was known, why had such facts never come to light?’
Regardless of what anyone said, Bu Chanyang of the Chilji Demonic Sect was a great slayer acknowledged by all of Murim—a demonic master who had brutally slaughtered countless Orthodox Sect experts.
Even if Jong Ri Sa Hyeon, who rarely showed himself in Murim, could be overlooked.
If Geom Joon, who had been actively engaged during that era, had witnessed another side of Bu Chanyang, such a fact could not possibly have remained hidden from Murim.
“Let’s return.”
No matter how much I pondered, I could find no answers.
Drawing a deep breath, I began walking slowly.
Thanks to the Chilji Demonic Sect’s blade, I had gained an arm back from Geom Joon’s assault.
Yet Bu Eunseol felt no joy whatsoever.
Had I been able to learn the truth behind everything, even at the cost of losing an arm, I would have been truly happy.

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