The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 441

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Chapter 441.
The Nangya Pavilion had quietly transformed into one of the three most formidable forces within the Ten Demonic Gates.
This was because all the exceptional talents of the Demonic Path were lining up to enter the Nangya Pavilion.
Bu Eunseol, one of the Ten Demon Immortals from the Nangya Pavilion.
Since emerging into Gangho, I had maintained an undefeated record and finally became the successor to the Demon Hall—a new generation sect master.
Even after becoming the successor, I defeated numerous forces that troubled Murim and suppressed the Ten Demonic Gates itself, which was called the sacred ground of the Demonic Path, multiple times.
This was possible because the martial arts of the Nangya Pavilion, which had produced the greatest masters under heaven for generations, supported me.
Extreme practical martial arts that developed martial prowess through life-or-death battles.
The Beast Path, where it was common to lose one’s life during the learning process.
I completed martial arts that were so dangerous that no one dared even attempt them—with a burning warrior’s spirit.
The young ones of the Demonic Path wish to follow in my footsteps.
—After all, isn’t Gangho a place where one stakes one’s life?
—It is said that Muk Hon Ryeong Ju also always learned martial arts with his life on the line and displayed an attitude transcending life and death.
In the past, the martial arts of the Nangya Pavilion were too dangerous for anyone to dare learn.
But now, for the young ones of the Demonic Path, they have become martial arts symbolizing a burning warrior’s spirit.
Cheong Pung Jae, in the office of Gak Ju Dan Cheong.
Dan Cheong took my pulse as I sat across from him, then nodded.
“So the time has already come.”
Without needing to ask many questions, he grasped my physical condition at once.
“No matter how magnificent a painting drawn by a great master, if you cram all of them onto a single canvas… it becomes useless.”
Dan Cheong sighed deeply and spoke with a smile.
“There is no need to worry too much. All the masters who have dominated Bon Gak experience this once.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. The martial arts of Bon Gak are ultimately completed by encountering various martial arts and extracting their strengths.”
Learning the martial arts of the Nangya Pavilion ultimately means fighting against formidable opponents…
and grasping their martial principles to integrate them with one’s own martial arts.
Therefore, the disciples of the Nangya Pavilion grow stronger the more they fight against powerful enemies.
If there were no strong opponents, the martial arts of the Nangya Pavilion could not advance either.
I had encountered the greatest masters of this era and indirectly experienced their power.
Ma Cheon Je grasped and peered into my spirit, while Ak Moo Ryung struck my spirit directly with merely his gaze and voice.
Buljon revealed a level of martial prowess that transcended the boundaries of martial arts with just a single teaching.
Geom Joon displayed the Ten Thousand Phenomena Eclipse, which contained the mysteries of nature itself in a single sword strike.
And I had sparred with Yeop Hyo Cheon, called the left hand of the Four Gods Seven Kings.
I also engaged in blood battles with Tan Wang, Hwan Wang, and Thunder God among the Sasin.
It is rare for someone as young as I to encounter such supreme masters ceaselessly.
Moreover, the martial arts I had grasped were equally complex.
I built my inner force through the Yeokgeun Gyeong, the nourishment secret of the Orthodox Sects’ supreme technique, and learned the Bangeuk Heart Method, the supreme technique of the Demonic Path that rivaled it.
Furthermore, I simultaneously learned the heart methods of Ma Cheon Je, the greatest of the Demonic Path in this era, and Mu Hwang, who maintained invincibility four hundred years ago.
Within my body lies the Prajna Great Ability, the power of Shaolin injected by the Saixiang Master.
Moreover, I even learned the Glacier Heavenly Stream Formula, the essence of extreme yin knowledge, and the Yeolha Great Righteous Flame Technique of Yeolha Seongjun, which burns everything away…
In short, I have mastered all the martial arts that have reached the pinnacle of the Orthodox, Demonic, and Buddhist paths.
The problem is that all these exceptional paintings are contained on a single canvas.
Viewed individually, each is a masterpiece.
But when they are all painted simultaneously on the same surface… it can never be called a work of genius.
“Then what should I do?”
“Wait a moment.”
Dan Cheong smiled faintly, then sat at the table and began writing a letter.
He then called for a disciple waiting outside.
“Deliver this letter to the Pavilion Master of the Central Pavilion.”
“Understood.”
After the disciple left, Dan Cheong gazed at Bu Eunseol, who sat in a daze, and spoke.
“In my case, such a period did not arrive until well past forty. Yet you have reached it far too quickly.”
Dan Cheong shook his head with a laugh.
“Of course, you yourself would not think it fast.”
Bu Eunseol cultivates martial arts even while eating and studies the dharma even while sleeping.
Without missing a single day, I have continuously advanced my martial prowess.
Dan Cheong knew all too well that Bu Eunseol felt frustration instead.
“How can this be resolved?”
When Bu Eunseol asked, Dan Cheong drew a deep breath.
“To be honest, the anomalous condition you are experiencing is something I cannot possibly handle with my abilities.”
“Then…”
“Go to Gak Ju.”
Dan Cheong spoke after taking a deep breath.
“Only Gak Ju possesses the ability to resolve the conflicting energies that have arisen within your body.”
Bu Eunseol was not particularly surprised.
It was something I had already anticipated.
“Has Gak Ju completed his seclusion?”
“That is unlikely.”
Dan Cheong made a snorting sound.
“Ma Cheon Je has not emerged either, so how could Gak Ju come out first?”
“Would it be acceptable to disturb Gak Ju’s seclusion?”
As Bu Eunseol recalled the terrifying aura of Ak Moo Ryung, the Nangya Pavilion Master, her lips stretched thin, and Dan Cheong smiled.
“Of course. The legitimate successor who will bear responsibility for the future of Bon Gak has developed a critical condition. What could be more important than this?”
Yet despite his words, worry filled the space between his brows—the situation seemed uncertain.
“Let us wait and see. Baek Yeon, that fellow has a silver tongue, so he will have sufficiently persuaded Gak Ju.”
Bu Eunseol nearly let out a hollow laugh.
So it turned out that Dan Cheong himself found it awkward to face Ak Moo Ryung…
and had hastily entrusted this important task to Baek Yeon, the Master of Pung Woon Dae.
‘Even the leisurely Pavilion Master fears Gak Ju…’
As Bu Eunseol inwardly shook her head,
Footsteps echoed from outside.
A disciple of Nangya Pavilion entered and bowed respectfully before speaking.
“The Fengyun Corps Lord says that the Pavilion Master awaits you at Cheol Jang Peak. You are to ascend at once.”
“Excellent.”
Dan Cheong exhaled in relief and spoke.
“Go now.”
“Understood.”
“Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise.”
At that moment, Dan Cheong smiled mysteriously and continued.
“You must have been thinking about it as well… but now you may finally have the opportunity to inherit the Pavilion Master’s martial arts.”
Bu Eunseol ascended Cheol Jang Peak immediately.
As the desolate autumn wind swept across the mountain, she suddenly recalled the first time she had met the Nangya Pavilion Master here.
Ak Moo Ryung.
A master of the Wuji Scripture belonging to the Demon category within the Samma, a demonic patriarch who possessed the tyrannical might to topple heaven and earth itself.
He was also the great demon who had mercilessly assaulted Bu Eunseol’s spirit when she was a disciple of Nangya Pavilion.
Had Bu Eunseol not possessed a spiritual barrier far more formidable than anticipated?
She would have become an idiot unable to withstand the power of his illusory phantasm, wandering Gangho as a broken shell rather than the heir to the Demon Palace.
‘Yet that was not mere anger.’
It was an action no ordinary person could ever comprehend, but I could dimly perceive Ak Moo Ryung’s intentions.
To lead Nangya Pavilion, where the mightiest warriors of the Ten Demonic Gates gathered, martial prowess alone was insufficient.
Cunning strategy alone was insufficient.
Greed and treachery could not be tolerated.
Above all, an indomitable spirit that would not crumble under any circumstance was essential.
Of course, Ma Cheon Je had provoked the trial through my body…
But from Ak Moo Ryung’s perspective, the successor had to be tested.
Thus he conducted the trial without hesitation, regardless of whether I lived or died.
And fortunately, I passed that trial and was subsequently recognized as the true successor of Nangya Pavilion.
As I finally reached the summit of Cheol Jang Peak, a massive silhouette reminiscent of a mountain came into view.
“Your disciple, Bu Eunseol, pays respects to the Pavilion Master.”
As I bowed deeply, Ak Moo Ryung, who had been facing away, slowly turned around.
Unlike before, he did not unleash his terrifying aura, nor did his tyrannical might that seemed to rend the heavens flow outward.
What remained unchanged were his tattered martial robes like those of a wild beast and his tremendous musculature.
Ak Moo Ryung gazed at me with eyes like a lion’s, yet the suffocating pressure I had felt before was absent.
Perhaps my martial power had grown incomparably stronger than before.
[Come closer.]
Yet the mysterious voice that shook my very soul remained exactly as it had been.
“Yes.”
As I stepped forward, lightning flickered in Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes.
They resembled the eyes of a roaring beast, yet I met his gaze calmly without flinching.
[I sent you out to face diverse martial arts.]
A terrifying aura flowed from Ak Moo Ryung’s body, engulfing Cheol Jang Peak.
[So you’ve been shoving whatever comes your way into your mouth.]
Boom!
His thunderous rebuke transformed into a sharp blade of qi that burrowed into my chest.
‘Ugh.’
I swallowed hard and retreated backward.
The pain that seared through my chest felt as though branded by a red-hot iron.
[Spit it out.]
Mysterious radiance flickered in Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes.
[Show me what you’ve consumed.]
Rumble.
With a tremor that shook the heavens, his sharp blade of qi pierced through my body.
‘I must evade.’
Having mastered the Beast Path and reached the Extreme Heaven Realm, my reflexes were dozens of times superior to ordinary people.
Yet even moving with all my strength, even deploying the Extreme Speed Shadow Shift to alter my trajectory—
I could not escape the qi that Ak Moo Ryung unleashed.
Zing.
As his fist connected with my abdomen, golden ripples surged across my body.
When the demonic qi embedded in his strike burrowed into me, the Prajna Great Power flowing through my meridians activated in retaliation.
[Hmph!]
But as Ak Moo Ryung scoffed, the power of the Prajna Great Power shattered instantly—
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, I was sent flying five zhang backward.
Screech.
Only after crashing into a massive tree stump did I manage to halt my body.
With merely a flick of his fingers, he unleashed qi that drove my body—bearing five hundred years of inner power—back five zhang?
[Pathetic.]
With contempt lacing his words, a light as brilliant as the sun blazed in Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes.
[Is this the appearance of the Nangya Pavilion’s successor?]
Rumble!
Once more, a colossal and razor-sharp blade of qi erupted from Ak Moo Ryung’s form.
But I had already anticipated it, deploying the Fist Demon Mirage with all my might.
Boom!
Yet with another thunderous blast, I was sent flying five zhang backward again.
[If you’ve gathered scraps like a beggar, then you must learn to blend them skillfully!]
At Ak Moo Ryung’s rebuke, flashes of light erupted in my eyes.
“Understood.”
This time, I launched the first strike.
The formidable fist wind of the Mang A Dong Shackle spiraled forth, pouring down upon Ak Moo Ryung’s face.
Crackle.
At that same moment, frost descended upon all the trees and stones surrounding Ak Moo Ryung, coating them in white.
He had woven the Glacial Heavenly Stream Technique into the Seven Demon Palms, blending them seamlessly.
Precisely as Ak Moo Ryung had said it would be.
[Hmph.]
Though the frigid aura poured forth with enough force to freeze even the heavens themselves, Ak Moo Ryung remained completely unaffected by the cold.
Yet Bu Eunseol’s assault was far from finished.
Crack!
The frigid aura suddenly transformed into mist, dissolving in an instant, while the surrounding trees withered like ancient wood and the stones began crumbling like biscuits.
She had alternated between the Glacial Heavenly Stream Technique that could freeze all things and the Yeolha Supreme Positive Force that could melt all things.
Zing!
The formidable extreme yang force of the Yeolha Supreme Positive Force began piercing through the mighty aura enveloping Ak Moo Ryung’s body.
Crack! Crackle!
The extreme yang force that burrowed into his body unleashed tremendous vibrations and scorching heat, causing Ak Moo Ryung’s internal organs and vital channels to roil violently.
[Using the yin-yang duality of the Anti-Extreme True Qi, she has channeled both extreme yin and extreme yang forces.]
Ak Moo Ryung casually thrust his palm downward.
In an instant, Bu Eunseol’s Yeolha Supreme Positive Force that had burrowed into his meridians vanished like melting snow.
Whoosh whoosh!
Six meridian channels suddenly erupted from Bu Eunseol’s body in a violent torrent.
It was the Thirteen Nights Technique.
The supreme ultimate art of the Orthodox Sects, which she had never unleashed against the masters of the Demonic Path until now.
As a practitioner of the Demonic Path, she poured forth this forbidden technique of the righteous way with complete honesty.
Whoooosh!
Six whip-like meridian channels, sharp as blades, tore across the earth and burrowed into Ak Moo Ryung’s body.
[Even the heart methods of the Orthodox Sects.]
Thud.
As Ak Moo Ryung lightly stamped his foot, a circular shockwave rippled outward in all directions, scattering the meridian channels of the Thirteen Nights Technique like mist.
Whoosh!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol shot skyward, hovering above Ak Moo Ryung’s head.
Simultaneously, a blade of black true qi that soared to the heavens pierced toward his Baihui point.
It was the Yeouui True Technique.
Boom!
The black true qi sword that soared to the heavens cleaved Ak Moo Ryung in two.
Or rather, it should have.
Zing zing!
But Ak Moo Ryung had already extended his index and middle fingers, blocking the Heaven-Earth Splitting Strike unleashed by the Yeouui True Technique.
Boom!
At the same moment, Bu Eunseol was sent flying backward once more, beyond five zhang.
She had poured forth every ability within her being, yet before Ak Moo Ryung, it amounted to nothing more than an ordinary strike.
“Haa… haa…”
Bu Eunseol gasped for breath, her chest heaving.
Despite pouring forth every ounce of inner energy and ultimate technique at my disposal, I could not even graze Ak Moo Ryung’s skin.
For the first time, I was experiencing powerlessness and despair.
‘Am I truly limited to this level…?’
The realms of martial mastery were merely arbitrary divisions created by warriors for convenience.
But from the Boundless Realm onward, everything changed.
Upon reaching such a pinnacle, nature and humanity would merge, entering the same transcendent boundary.
Therefore, one could manifest ‘phenomena’ impossible for the human body alone to achieve.
In other words, the gap between the Extreme Heaven Realm and the Boundless Realm was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.
‘Grrgh.’
I clenched my teeth tightly.
The unbridgeable chasm that remained despite coming this far ignited fury within me.
Yet such a reaction was far too hasty.
I had not yet reached thirty years of age.
It was only natural that I could not stand against Ak Moo Ryung, who had dominated the pinnacle of Murim for decades.
There was no reason to succumb to despair over such a matter.
‘I must ascend. I must.’
The despair was fleeting.
As I reignited my resolve with the burning spirit of a martial artist, a radiance like the sun itself blazed forth from my eyes.
Watching this transformation, Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes gleamed with admiration.
[So this is the level of skill the successor of Bon Gak has demonstrated.]
Yet the words that emerged from his lips were sharp and piercing as a blade.
[Where in all that you displayed lies the martial mastery of Bon Gak!]
Crash!
At his cry, the boulders on the opposite cliff began to crumble and collapse.
As Ak Moo Ryung’s voice, which shook heaven and earth, reverberated,
“…!”
I received an epiphany as if lightning had pierced through my entire being.
‘That’s it.’
Until now, I had learned martial techniques that had reached the pinnacle of the Correct and Demonic paths.
And I had been using those techniques exactly as I had learned them.
Because they were consistently supreme techniques that had reached their apex.
So perfect that I dared not alter them.
The martial mastery of such transcendent masters was simply too extraordinary.
But as a disciple of Nangya Pavilion, this could not be allowed.
I must absorb the martial principles of my adversaries, then elevate them further with my own unique techniques.
‘This situation arose because I mixed together martial techniques that were too superior.’
I bowed deeply, lowering my head.
“Master, only now have I awakened to my foolishness.”
[Hmph.]
In Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes, demonic energy surged skyward.
[You’re not trying to use some trivial excuse to justify breaking the Pavilion Master’s closed-door seclusion, are you?]
Behind Ak Moo Ryung, an aura that seemed to cleave the very heavens surged forth.
Human and demon were fundamentally different. Ak Moo Ryung was Ak Moo Ryung.
What made the demonic immortals most terrifying in this world was their refusal to be bound by the laws of the mortal realm or such trivial matters as lineage and discipleship.
“I shall demonstrate it.”
As Bu Eunseol gazed upon the surging aura emanating from Ak Moo Ryung’s form, brilliant radiance bloomed in her eyes.
“That it was an event worthy of breaking the Pavilion Master’s seclusion.”
Whiiiing.
From Bu Eunseol’s body flowed a five-colored luminous force.
It was neither the Glacial Heavenly Stream Seal nor the Yeolha Supreme Perfection Qi, nor the Anti-Extreme Heart Method, nor the Thirteen Night Techniques or the Wish-Fulfilling True Seal.
Ak Moo Ryung had consistently demonstrated to Bu Eunseol one truth.
That overwhelming power could obliterate any technique or method in a single instant.
It was a force only Ak Moo Ryung could unleash in this world, and a supreme technique born from cultivating the martial arts of Nangya Pavilion—his own alone.
And Bu Eunseol too must forge her own supreme technique.
[As I am now, I have yet to create a technique equal to the Pavilion Master’s.]
Bu Eunseol had not yet reached the realm where she could purely innovate martial arts.
Even the Formless Heavenly Stream Technique she had created herself was merely her own interpretation of Dan Cheong’s sword artistry and Nangya Pavilion’s sword methods.
[Then…]
Bu Eunseol had once encountered a figure possessing the most exquisite harmony in all of Murim.
The Holy Sword, Baek Ri Mu Jo.
He had created perfect ‘harmony’ merely by arranging artifacts within a confined space.
Though Bu Eunseol could not yet achieve such harmony with her current abilities…
[But arranging what I have learned in harmonious balance—that much, I can do!]
Zing! Crackle!
The five-colored true qi flowing from Bu Eunseol’s body grew increasingly dense.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Simultaneously, a spiraling white tempest erupted from her left hand,
Whoooosh!
While crimson flames whirled violently from her right.
She unfurled the Thirteen Night Techniques using the extreme yin qi of the Glacial Heavenly Stream Seal, and generated the Wish-Fulfilling True Seal created from the Yeolha Supreme Perfection Qi.
Drip, drip, drip.
Her qi channels completely inverted, and a thin trickle of blood began flowing from the corner of Bu Eunseol’s mouth.
What Bu Eunseol was attempting now was equivalent to tearing her body in two and fragmenting her spirit into four pieces.
[Who waits for their opponent to gather strength in actual combat?]
Ak Moo Ryung, who let out a derisive laugh, poured forth a mountain-like force of experience as he watched Bu Eunseol consolidate multiple auras.
If Bu Eunseol were struck by such power in this state?
Her entire body would shatter into fragments.
Zing!
Yet something strange occurred.
As the force Ak Moo Ryung unleashed sought to destroy Bu Eunseol’s body, a golden radiance emerged to block it.
‘This is what I’ve been waiting for.’
Bu Eunseol had anticipated everything.
Ak Moo Ryung would not wait patiently for her to fully unfold her martial arts.
And whenever a crisis erupted, the Prajna Great Ability would naturally manifest on its own.
‘Now is the moment!’
The Prajna Great Ability had gracefully embraced every force until now.
And as the Prajna Great Ability activated with four powers unfolded, all those forces harmonized seamlessly within.
I did not know what this power was.
It could not be defined.
Yet I could take pride in knowing this single technique was my utmost effort, a harmonization of the vital energy within my body.
Roooooar!
The energy current coiled around Ak Moo Ryung’s body, then shot away in a single breath toward the distant sky.

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