The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 385

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Chapter 385.
“You!”
Sim Wol’s eyes widened in shock.
How could Bu Eunseol have possibly arrived at this place?
“Sim Wol.”
Bu Eunseol, surveying her surroundings, spoke in a low voice.
“It is finished. Surrender.”
For a moment, Sim Wol hesitated before letting out a low chuckle.
“Hehehehe. So you lie as well.”
He then gestured toward Bu Eunseol’s torn clothing, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Torn garments mean you unleashed your movement technique with such intensity—you must have rushed here like a madman the moment you heard the news.”
Like a true strategist of Man Bak Dang, Sim Wol grasped Bu Eunseol’s situation in an instant.
“Even if your subordinates cannot arrive in time, there will be at least a double hour’s difference.”
“You are mistaken.”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at Sim Wol with cold eyes.
“Do you truly believe I would summon my subordinates to kill you?”
A crimson blood-light gleamed in his pupils.
It was a clear declaration: if Sim Wol resisted, he would strike him down immediately.
“That suits me fine.”
Yet Sim Wol remained undaunted, cradling Jin Seol, whose vital points were suppressed.
“But if that happens, my beloved Jin Sang Hwa will be torn to shreds and die.”
“….”
“Do not pursue me. If you do, I will kill her at once.”
When Bu Eunseol did not move, Sim Wol smiled with satisfaction and began to unfold his movement technique.
Whoosh.
At that instant, a blade curved like a crescent moon suddenly rose before Sim Wol’s eyes.
“Gasp!”
Sim Wol recoiled sharply in shock.
A black shadow emerged, targeting his vital points in rapid succession.
It was Mu Heun, the Sa Hon Dae Lord who had guided Bu Eunseol to this place.
He had cultivated an extraordinary movement technique capable of keeping pace with Bu Eunseol.
As Bu Eunseol landed with tremendous force and a shattering sound, he seized that fleeting moment to emerge from his concealment around Sim Wol.
Clang!
As Mu Heun unleashed a barrage of sword techniques, Sim Wol, still cradling Jin Seol while evading, let out a scoff.
“Hmph!”
He immediately channeled the power of Cheon Pa Geuk Ryun toward him.
Boom!
Mu Heun, who had been attacking with lightning speed, was hurled backward as if he had collided with a massive wall.
“…!”
In that instant, Sim Wol’s eyes widened.
His left arm, which carried Jin Seol, was ensnared by true energy darkened to black, coiling like a serpent.
The moment the opening was exposed, Bu Eunseol immediately unfurled the Serpent Binding Formation, wrapping her energy around the arm that held Jin Seol.
Zing.
As the true energy coiled like a serpent blazed with light and rotated at tremendous speed, Sim Wol had no choice but to release Jin Seol.
Otherwise, his left arm would have been cleaved into dozens of pieces in an instant.
Crash.
Upon dropping Jin Seol, Sim Wol let out a sharp hiss and cried out.
“Bu Eunseol. This is not the end!”
Boom!
And in the next instant, he soared into the air above the half-palace, attempting to escape this place.
Whoosh!
But in that moment, dozens of silver-tinged flying blades poured down from the sky.
“What?”
Sim Wol was greatly startled.
Even in the Demon Palace, those who wielded such transcendent movement techniques as Bu Eunseol were rare.
Yet within less than a moment, another person had pursued at similar speed?
Crack.
Sim Wol once again unfurled the Heavenly Wheel Extreme Technique, shattering the descending flying blades.
Then a man in martial robes harmonizing black and crimson stood tall before him.
It was none other than Wi Cheon Gyeong, the Lord of Sayoung Battle Division.
“Spirit Lord. Are you unharmed?”
Yu Woon Ryong knew well that no matter how swiftly he dispatched the masters of Sayoung Battle Division, they could not match Bu Eunseol’s speed.
Thus, he had ordered Wi Cheon Gyeong, whose lightness skill was the fastest in Sayoung Battle Division, to pursue Bu Eunseol.
“You said you told no one.”
Sim Wol gazed down at Jin Seol with eyes burning with rage.
He believed she had already conspired with Bu Eunseol and pursued him together.
“If you wish to escape, go quickly.”
Bu Eunseol, looking down at Sim Wol, smiled coldly.
“You’ve learned martial arts of considerable skill, so you’ll manage to flee well enough for a time.”
And she spoke with resolute conviction.
“But you will not evade the pursuit of the Demon Hall and the Murim Alliance for a lifetime. You will become a fugitive, trembling in fear and anguish, and die far from home.”
“Is that so?”
“Ah, you’re placing your faith in those Dark Underworld Forces who gave you the elixir?”
Bu Eunseol’s lips curved upward.
“They are striving not to expose their identities. Would they truly embrace a wretch like you?”
Tremble.
Sim Wol’s body shook violently.
In the end, just as Bu Eunseol said, no matter what he did, he could not escape a lifetime of fugitive existence.
“Hehehehe! Hahahaha!”
Suddenly Sim Wol burst into mad laughter. And he spoke toward Bu Eunseol.
“You always think you can predict everything, don’t you?”
He walked toward Bu Eunseol with heavy, deliberate steps and spoke.
“But your calculations were wrong.”
Boom!
Suddenly, a tremendous wave of energy erupted from Sim Wol’s body.
At the same time, an invisible yet overwhelming force extended in all directions, reaching the disciples of Cheong Hyang Mun, Jin Seol, Wi Cheon Gyeong, and Mu Heun.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol immediately embraced Jin Seol and fled to the roof of the Palace Hall.
Wi Cheon Gyeong and Mu Heun also evaded his attack, but the disciples of Cheong Hyang Mun could not.
Crash!
Blood sprayed in all directions as six disciples of Cheong Hyang Mun shattered into fragments and scattered everywhere.
The martial arts of the Blood Demon, Jeok Bung.
It possessed a speed so swift and a destructive power so tyrannical that the eye could scarcely follow it.
“This body possesses the strength to slaughter every last one of you!”
Sim Wol exhaled a crimson mist from his mouth.
‘He has completely dissolved the artificial core.’
At a glance, Bu Eunseol could discern that Sim Wol, unlike those before him, had completely fused his artificial core.
“Evacuate everyone.”
At Bu Eunseol’s command, Mu Heun and Wi Cheon Gyeong began ushering Jin Seol and the subdued disciples of Cheong Hyang Mun outside.
“No one leaves!”
Whoosh.
As he channeled his power, more than a dozen fleeing disciples of Cheong Hyang Mun were instantly suspended in mid-air.
Flash!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol closed the distance to Sim Wol and unleashed her sword technique.
Boom!
Yet before the tip of her dark sword could touch his body, it was repelled into the void.
It felt as though an enormous magnetic force naturally pushed her sword away.
“The Heavenly Wheel of Extremes can deflect all force.”
Whoosh!
In that moment, an invisible, razor-sharp force descended upon Bu Eunseol’s head as if to carve it apart.
Screech!
She twisted her body swiftly, and the force that grazed past her tore through the ground.
A groove approximately one foot wide and several inches deep was carved into the earth.
‘This is the martial art of the Blood Demon, Jeok Bung.’
The Heavenly Wheel of Extremes.
A transcendent technique that Jeok Bung had wielded continuously until reaching the Infinite Realm.
It was a power invisible to the eye, capable of unleashing destructive force without limit upon all things.
“Die!”
From Sim Wol’s body, a round, transparent torrent of energy poured forth.
And everything the energy touched—stone, earth, anything at all—began to shatter into fragments.
―Aaahhh!
The Cheong Hyang Mun disciples caught in the currents created by Sim Wol’s charge let out screams as they were reduced to bloodied corpses in an instant.
Crash!
Bu Eunseol immediately unfurled the Musang Cheon Ryu, unleashing a barrage of Janyeol Hyosung and Yuseong Chuwol in succession.
Yet no matter how formidable the sword energy she poured forth, she could not block the transparent currents that Sim Wol unleashed.
‘Even the mysteries of Icheon Yeok Ryeok cannot stop it?’
No matter how formless a force was, with the mysteries of Icheon Yeok Ryeok, one could materialize its properties through opposition and harmony.
But the currents that Sim Wol madly unleashed were like transparent mist.
They nullified even the sword energy from Muk Geom and the mysteries of Icheon Yeok Ryeok.
“Stop running like a coward and face me!”
Sim Wol, releasing spherical currents, charged toward Bu Eunseol like a wild boar.
And the spherical currents created around him destroyed everything they touched.
‘I must understand what that force is.’
That current which cannot be seen and cannot be blocked by any method.
If I do not discover its true nature, not just I but all the disciples here could be annihilated as Sim Wol says.
‘Very well!’
Boom!
An intense wave of true energy surged from Bu Eunseol’s body.
At the same moment,
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Her hair turned white, and immediately a cyan-blue current swirled around her body.
She had drawn upon the supreme technique of Buk Hae Bing Gung—the Bing Ha Cheon Ryu Gyeol of Bing Ha Dae Je.
“This is not a force that ice arts can block!”
Sim Wol scoffed and charged at Bu Eunseol.
But this time, Bu Eunseol did not evade his attack.
“Die!”
Seeing that Bu Eunseol would not dodge, Sim Wol rushed forward in one breath and unleashed the transparent current.
Crack!
In that instant, a massive cyan-blue wall of ice materialized between Bu Eunseol and Sim Wol.
Bu Eunseol, converting all four hundred years of her cultivation into a single ice-true energy, had created a block of ice capable of defending against the attack in one breath.
Boom! Boom!
But the ice Bu Eunseol created shattered instantly upon contact with the current.
Crack!
Bu Eunseol, pouring every ounce of her strength into one final effort, created a pristine, crystal-like ice.
Shatter!
But with a deafening explosion, even that ice shattered,
Splash!
and blood sprayed across Bu Eunseol’s shoulder as she stood upright.
“Hehehehe. Where did you learn such strange ice arts…”
The expression on Sim Wol’s face, which had been filled with mockery, suddenly hardened.
Bu Eunseol gazed at me with a serene smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“It was your hands.”
Gently.
Bu Eunseol lifted the transparent ice that had shattered moments before into the empty air.
There, a clear handprint—identical to a human palm—was etched distinctly upon its surface.
The reason Bu Eunseol had continuously created solid ice.
It was not to defeat Sim Wol, but to comprehend the formless power he unleashed.
She sought to perfectly grasp what martial art the Heavenly Wave Extreme Wheel truly was, and by what method it attacked.
“Approximately three feet in length—invisible… yet vibrating at ultra-high speed. Hands, indeed.”
Bu Eunseol murmured softly, having perceived everything.
Jeok Bung’s Heavenly Wave Extreme Wheel.
It could be called a superior martial art to the Flexible Truth Seal.
By concentrating formidable inner force to create a pair of hands capable of cutting and severing anything—hands moving at ultra-speed and ultra-vibration.
It crushed or severed whatever object one desired.
“Therefore.”
From Sim Wol’s eyes, already transformed to blood-red, emanated a killing intent fierce enough to cleave the very heavens.
“What difference does knowing that make?”
Whoosh!
Transparent hands materialized behind Sim Wol’s back, striking at Bu Eunseol’s body like lightning.
Crack!
Yet Bu Eunseol evaded the assault with ease, as though she had predicted the trajectory of those invisible hands.
“You sensed… the hands of the Heavenly Wave Extreme Wheel?”
Sim Wol’s eyes widened in disbelief.
According to his master Jeok Bung, the hands created by this Heavenly Wave Extreme Wheel could never be felt or sensed.
How could Bu Eunseol, no matter how exceptional her perception, have dodged it so clearly?
“Your practical experience is far too limited.”
Bu Eunseol lowered her silent sword to the ground, her eyes narrowing.
“No matter how invisible or powerful a weapon may be… if wielded by a third-rate martial artist, predicting its trajectory is hardly difficult.”
“….”
“Simply imagine two whips, each approximately three feet in length, being wielded.”
In that instant, Sim Wol’s eyes snapped wide open.
As he dissolved the artificial inner core, his martial power surged instantaneously.
And he could freely employ Jeok Bung’s Heavenly Wave Extreme Wheel, a technique usable only upon reaching the Extreme Heavenly Realm.
Yet that was all.
Until now, Sim Wol had managed Man Bak Dang’s affairs through superior intellect and perception.
He had rarely experienced ventures into the Gangho or life-or-death battles.
But Bu Eunseol was the opposite—a warrior of reversal who had fought countless desperate battles, walking the line between life and death.
She had developed her martial arts through combat and researched techniques to counter the various strategies her enemies employed.
Therefore, she could clearly predict how and in what manner Sim Wol was attacking using the Heavenly Wave Extreme Wheel.
Experience.
This decisive difference possessed tremendous power.
Even Jeok Bung’s supreme technique of undetectable true form—when Sim Wol wielded it, it appeared to Bu Eunseol’s eyes like a child swinging a blade, allowing her to predict its trajectory with ease.
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
Sim Wol drew upon his power with a thunderous roar.
Crash!
In that instant, not merely two long arms, but dozens of hands erupted around his body.
And they materialized with such vivid tangibility that they were plainly visible.
The form resembled that of the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara.
“No matter how skilled you are, you cannot withstand this Heaven-Breaking Thunder Explosion!”
Sim Wol’s smile turned cruel.
If he created dozens of these hands—each a span in length, capable of severing all things—and charged forward?
Not even Bu Eunseol, nor any master under heaven, could defend against it.
“Die!”
Shriek!
With a battle cry, Sim Wol spun his dozens of hands in circles and rushed toward Bu Eunseol.
Roar!
Bu Eunseol unleashed an enormous torrent of glacial true energy upon him.
Yet those hands, forged by the Heaven-Breaking Extreme Wheel, possessed a function similar to the Flame Emperor’s martial arts of old—an energy that annihilated all things.
Crackle!
Even the frigid aura poured forth at four-hundred-year intensity was obliterated, and he advanced in a single breath.
“Hahaha! Useless!”
Laughing wildly as he obliterated the tremendous cold, Sim Wol finally charged to within three paces of Bu Eunseol.
“Die!”
Just as dozens of translucent hands began to ensnare Bu Eunseol’s form,
“…?”
Sim Wol felt something amiss.
Though he had easily annihilated the cascading cold, his own movements had become infinitely sluggish.
‘Ah, so it was the cold…’
The glacial energy Bu Eunseol had unleashed was no mere ‘ice technique.’
A mere brush against it could transform a person’s body into ice; poured toward the heavens, it would freeze the very sky itself—the quintessence of the Extreme Yin Art.
Gleam!
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s silent blade twisted at an oblique angle.
Simultaneously, hundreds of sword rings began to bloom from both her body and Sim Wol’s.
Flash!
In that instant, brilliant light ascended above Bu Eunseol’s head.
At the same time, from an angle invisible to Sim Wol’s eyes, a sharp point of light pierced his throat.
Bloodletting Seven Forms, First Technique: Life-Stealing Returning Ghost.
Simultaneously igniting sword rings upon both the approaching enemy and oneself, unleashing a lethal strike within a moment of absolute desperation—
The supreme swordsmanship of Chilji Demonic Sect unfolded once more.
“Impossible!”
Thud, thud, thud!
Sim Wol, remarkably, devoured the sword rings floating in all directions one by one with dozens of invisible hands—the Heavenly Wave Thunder Burst.
The hands of the Heavenly Wave Thunder Burst, which generated ultra-high speed and ultra-vibration, were annihilating the sword rings in an instant.
“Hehehehe!”
Astonishingly, had Sim Wol already mastered the counter-method to Living Spirit Returning to Ghosts, which Bu Eunseol had never publicly demonstrated even once?
“Die!”
Having annihilated the sword rings in an instant, Sim Wol pressed his momentum forward, wrapping dozens of hands around Bu Eunseol’s body.
Making evasion impossible, he folded the dozens of hands like a flower bud, swallowing Bu Eunseol’s body whole in a single breath.
“….”
Yet something was wrong.
The hands of the Heavenly Wave Thunder Burst, which should have crushed Bu Eunseol instantly, began to fade gradually.
Whoosh.
Along with a sound like air leaking out, the power of Sim Wol’s Heavenly Wave Thunder Burst was slowly dissipating.
“How is this possible.”
Sim Wol stared down at his lower abdomen, his eyes wide open.
Somewhere along the way, a perfect circular hole had been bored through his dantian.
Whoosh.
As the Qi Sea acupoint was destroyed and his vital energy scattered in an instant, the transparent hands of the Heavenly Wave Thunder Burst, formed like a flower bud, vanished completely.
Drip, drip.
Sim Wol stared down at the blood dripping from his dantian, his expression one of disbelief.
“This cannot be.”
He had certainly annihilated all the hundreds of sword rings rising from the ground and had not even allowed Bu Eunseol to approach.
Yet his dantian had been pierced without him even realizing it?
“I annihilated all the sword rings, so how could you attack my dantian!”
So Sim Wol had indeed already known the counter-method to Living Spirit Returning to Ghosts.
‘Was it Geom Gak.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.
The only time I had deployed Blood Slaughter Seven Forms when fighting alongside multiple people was at Geom Gak.
That meant the traitor at Geom Gak had likely passed the initial variations of Blood Slaughter Seven Forms to the Dark Underworld Forces.
‘They are far too powerful.’
“How!”
Bu Eunseol, watching Sim Wol’s anguished cry, extended the Silent Sword.
“The sword rings you struck down were not all of them.”
Sim Wol rubbed his eyes.
There, sword energy had condensed, forming like a single drop of dew.
“Using Nine Dragons Island Thunder, I embedded one of the sword rings on the sword’s tip from the moment I deployed them. And when you madly annihilated the sword rings, I fired it at your dantian.”
“What, what did you say?”
Sim Wol was a disciple of Jeok Bung, one of the Samma.
Though his martial prowess did not match Bu Eunseol’s, his insight was among the strongest of the later generation.
Yet to generate sword rings, embed one of them on the sword’s tip, and fire it at an enemy?
Where in this world does such an absurd sword technique exist?
“Stop joking. How could such a thing even be possible?
“Martial arts continuously evolve. This sword technique is hardly a novel creation.”
Bu Eunseol unfurled the Blood Crimson Seven Forms, and using the principles of Half-Ascension Half-Descent and Dual Heavenly Reversal Force from Cheon Geom, she crystallized the properties of a single sword aura into tangible form like dewdrops.
Then, employing Cheon Woon Gwang’s Nine Dragons Island Thunder, she unleashed that sword aura in the manner of the Extreme Swift Killing Sword, perfectly synchronized with Sim Wol’s movements.
In short, Bu Eunseol had reached a level where she could freely blend any sword techniques and methods from both the Orthodox Sects and the Demonic Path without restriction.
“You thought I handled the sword aura in a single instant and then attacked you.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly, observing the dazed Sim Wol.
“While you execute one technique, I can unleash five.”
Among masters who had reached the Extreme Heavenly Realm, victory depended on who could fragment time more efficiently and seize that critical moment.
Sim Wol’s martial prowess had reached the Extreme Heavenly Realm in an instant, yet his combat methods remained stuck at the Transcendent Realm.
There was a five-fold difference in temporal perception between him and Bu Eunseol.
“Was I… merely a frog in a well?”
A wet sound echoed.
A wound tore open across Sim Wol’s chest, and an enormous torrent of blood gushed forth in an instant.
A sharp hiss.
Having lost to Bu Eunseol, what remained was either execution by beheading or spending a lifetime imprisoned in the Underground Prison with severed meridians.
“I am grateful.”
Sim Wol smiled faintly.
He had realized that Bu Eunseol was showing mercy by allowing him to end his own life.
“You wish to know who gave me the artificial core.”
Sim Wol spoke weakly with a bitter laugh.
“But even they are merely subordinates. Even if you captured and tortured them, you would learn nothing.”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
The Dark Underworld Forces concealed themselves thoroughly, and even those who issued orders and those who received them did not know the organization’s overall structure and composition.
“They are divided into three separate factions, each operating independently with different objectives. That is why they are called the Three Realms.”
“The Three Realms.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes sharpened like blades.
The Three Realms referred to what the Buddhist Order called the Heavenly Realm, Human Realm, and Earthly Realm—meaning the past life, present life, and future life.
Would those who dominated Murim really adopt the name Three Realms for three factions? The probability was nonexistent.
―You know nothing at all.
Suddenly, the voice of No Bong, a descendant of Hyeol Hwang, brushed past my ears.
―Distinguishing right from wrong is only possible in small matters.
At that time, No Bong, who was at Cheonhwa Mountain Estate, spoke strange words while observing Nam Goong Woon, who was trying to persuade him.
―In great matters, one cannot distinguish right from wrong. You too will understand when you become the leader of the Namgung Family in the future.
‘Their purpose is not the hegemony of Murim.’
Bu Eunseol could sense it intuitively.
What the Three Realms desired was not the domination or destruction of Murim. If it were, Murim would already be in chaos.
“The faction to which those who gave you the artificial core belong is the Three Realms, then.”
“That is correct.”
Sim Wol, befitting a disciple of Man Bak Dang, had conducted his own investigation into the backers of those who had granted the artificial inner core, and had come to understand their true nature to a considerable degree.
“And they belong to the first of the Three Realms—the Infinite Realm….”
Shiver.
Sim Wol’s body trembled faintly.
Now, with each breath he exhaled.
He realized that death itself would carry his soul away to some unknown place.
Sim Wol summoned every ounce of his strength to speak a single phrase.
“Find the Lord of Hyuk Ryeon….”
His words never reached their end.
Terror. His vision darkened, and his exhaled breath crystallized like ice.
When intoxicated by the power of the inner core, he had felt like a god ruling the world and commanding the lives of mortals.
But now, as he himself was dying… the fear of death and the horror of falling into hell wrapped around his body and mind.
Thud.
In the end, he collapsed with his eyes wide open.

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