The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 473

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Chapter 473.
Jingle, jingle.
The Masked Elder withdrew a small bell from his robes and shook it gently.
Jingle.
As the bell’s chime resonated across all directions, the sky darkened, and from somewhere came what sounded like the wailing cries of ghosts.
It seemed this old man was controlling all the Shil Hon In on Cheon San.
“After all, you are the primary enemy of our realm. It wouldn’t be amiss for me to dispose of you here and now.”
“Calling the Ryeong Ju a primary enemy—you must be someone from the Moo Goong Gye.”
As Bu Eunseol pieced it together, the old man smiled faintly.
“What good does knowing do you? Die.”
Jingle, jingle.
Then, from all directions, accompanied by the bell’s chime, a black tide began to engulf the lake’s perimeter once more.
It was an army of Shil Hon In incomparable to before.
Whoosh.
Rather than attacking Bu Eunseol directly, they surrounded the lake’s edge, forming a colossal wall of flesh.
A strange energy flowed forth, and the air around the lake sank low.
It seemed he was deploying a unique formation technique to prevent Bu Eunseol from escaping.
Rumble.
Moreover, a dark radiance had begun flowing from the old man’s body.
“One of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars?”
If he were from the Sam Gye, he would naturally know of Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess.
Yet rather than retreat, he had sealed the surroundings with the Shil Hon In’s formation technique.
This meant he possessed absolute confidence in victory.
Only the descendants of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars could display such confidence before Bu Eunseol.
“A mere youngster intoxicated with pride.”
Whoosh.
Suddenly, a tremendous wave of true energy erupted from the old man’s body, and black energy began streaming forth from his hands in thick strands.
Rumble.
It soon took the form of a massive black blade.
Without even deploying a sword technique, the black blade emanated an aura of absolute devastation that nothing could withstand.
“The Black Blood Demonic Blade. So you are a descendant of Do Huang.”
A martial art that forges weapons from materialized true energy.
Among the Eight Emperors and Three Stars, it was the exclusive secret technique of Do Huang—the Black Blood Demonic Blade alone.
“Since you recognize the Black Blood Demonic Blade, you should be prepared for death.”
Do Huang had displayed the most tyrannical martial prowess among the Eight Emperors and Three Stars, and his ultimate techniques transcended the limits of martial mastery.
Moreover, the fact that he regretted never having fought Chilji Demonic Sect suggested the heights his blade mastery had reached.
“As you can see, this formation is meant to seal off escape. From within, no amount of assault will break it.”
The old man spoke with a sinister smile.
“Abandon all thoughts of fleeing. The moment you turn your body, your head will fall.”
“Will it?”
Bu Eunseol crossed her arms and smiled faintly.
Boom!
A sudden explosion echoed across the lake, and the flesh walls of Shil Hoon In surrounding the shore began to crumble.
At the same time, two shadows appeared, indiscriminately striking down the Shil Hoon In.
They were So Ok Rim and So Yo.
“Wow! There are so many of them!”
So Ok Rim seemed delighted at the sight of the swarm of Shil Hoon In, unleashing tremendous fist techniques.
“These lumps of meat are quite formidable!”
With each punch So Ok Rim threw, the barriers formed by Shil Hoon In crumbled away.
Before beginning this operation, Bu Eunseol had made two predictions.
First, no matter how many traces she left behind, there was no guarantee the Black-Robed Sage would arrive first.
Second, if someone from Sam Gye found her first, they would cut off her escape route before attacking.
Therefore, Bu Eunseol left two trails with So Ok Rim and So Yo, wandering through Cheon San while.
Monitoring the movements of Shil Hoon In, and if they gathered in one place,
She instructed them to pursue and follow without fail.
Surely where the Shil Hoon In converged, Bu Eunseol would be, and they would be blocking the escape routes.
“This is a formation that cannot be broken without external attack!”
Arranging such a formation by controlling Shil Hoon In was not something that could be done in a day or two.
It seemed the elderly descendant of Do Huang had devised this formation in advance, anticipating that the Black-Robed Sage who mastered the Chilji Demonic Sect’s techniques would arrive here.
However, even such a formation had its weaknesses.
Since the formation was entirely oriented inward, it might excel at sealing enemies within,
But it was extremely vulnerable to external attacks.
This was why the formation of Shil Hoon In crumbled helplessly against So Ok Rim’s fists.
“Hehehehe. So you called allies beforehand.”
Yet the old man maintained a leisurely expression.
He seemed utterly indifferent whether the Shil Hoon In’s flesh walls crumbled or their controller died.
Wheee.
Suddenly, a strange flute melody echoed from somewhere.
Then, once again, Shil Hoon In appeared from far away.
“Ah, so there’s another one controlling them over there!”
So Ok Rim, who had destroyed all the flesh walls of Shil Hoon In around the lake, spoke.
“Let’s catch that one first!”
So Ok Rim sensed the person controlling Shil Hoon In from over a hundred paces away with her extraordinary perception.
[So Yo, help me with this.]
When Bu Eunseol transmitted her voice across a thousand miles, So Yo wordlessly followed So Ok Rim.
“Even without the Shil Hoon In, you wouldn’t have escaped my hands anyway.”
The old man gazed at Bu Eunseol and casually waved his hand.
“Let me see the skills of the Demon Hall successor who shakes the Murim.”
Whoosh.
Bu Eunseol drew her Bing Hun Sword without hesitation, and the old man smiled faintly.
“A fine blade.”
The old man lifted the sword he had conjured in his hand above his head with an unhurried expression.
Kiiiiing!
Then a bizarre sound echoed outward in all directions.
It was not the cry of a blade, but rather the sound of countless spirits weeping in unison.
The sound was so desolate and eerie that the sky seemed to darken, and phantom images of spirits surging skyward from all around appeared before my eyes.
Whoooosh!
As the old man directed the great blade toward Bu Eunseol’s neck, black mist extended forth.
The dark souls trapped within the blade appeared to be liberated and scattered in all directions.
Bu Eunseol’s eyebrow rose sharply.
To produce such a bizarre phenomenon with merely a basic technique unfolded?
“In the end, I never crossed blades with him.”
The old man’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at Bu Eunseol.
“The sword technique of that Chilji Demonic Sect who shook all of Tianxia.”
The reason the old man could pursue the Black-Robed Sage alone up Cheon San Mountain after mastering the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
It was not because he trusted the Shil Hon In.
Even if Chilji Demonic Sect himself had appeared, he possessed the confidence to sever him in a single breath.
Do Huang.
He was a descendant of Do Huang, known to possess the most tyrannical martial arts among the Eight Emperors and Three Stars.
“Since I have unfolded my basic technique….”
The old man, drawing the great blade with his right hand, extended his left hand with an unhurried expression.
He was waiting for Bu Eunseol to strike first.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol did not hesitate and unfolded her sword technique.
Flash!
A sharp beam of light poured forth from the Bing Hun Sword, then immediately split into two strands that pierced toward the old man’s brow.
Crash!
Simultaneously, one beam of light became a massive cross-shaped sword aura that cascaded down upon the old man’s head.
In a single strike, I had layered Meteor Chasing Moon and Remnant Moon Reflecting Stars and unleashed them together.
“This is not his technique.”
Whoooosh!
As the old man lightly drew his blade through empty space, in that instant all the sword auras of Boundless Celestial Stream vanished.
Screech!
The black blade aura that had annihilated all the sword auras pierced toward Bu Eunseol’s body like a living creature.
Crash crash crash!
Bu Eunseol did not evade but instead moved the Bing Hun Sword chaotically, severing the dark blade aura.
“…!”
Bu Eunseol’s complexion changed, and in an instant she unfolded Extreme Speed Shadowless and retreated backward.
The sharp blade aura unleashed by the old man was remarkably intangible like mist—impossible to parry.
Moreover, it possessed the function of annihilating all external force in a single breath.
Kiiiiiii!
A ghostly wail that threatened to shatter eardrums erupted in all directions, and once more, black demonic energy burrowed into Bu Eunseol’s body.
Bu Eunseol continuously unleashed her sword techniques to counter the demonic energy, but it proved futile.
Shhk.
The black demonic energy he unleashed could not be blocked by any martial art, and it obliterated all power.
The demonic techniques of Do Huang, who possessed the most tyrannical and formidable martial arts among the Eight Emperors and Three Stars…
Could sever any martial technique in a single stroke, and like a living creature, it clung to enemies relentlessly. He was unleashing overwhelmingly powerful demonic energy.
Zzzzng.
As the demonic energy continued to pursue her relentlessly, Bu Eunseol ceased her evasion and swung her sword with full force.
‘I’ll try once more!’
Crash!
White radiance blazed from the Bing Hun Sword, and a sword aura like a white dragon scattered in all directions, clashing against the black demonic energy.
Using the multitude of the Two Heavens Reversal Force from the Myriad Forms Single Eclipse, I solidified Do Huang’s demonic energy into tangible form.
Then I deployed the Formless Heaven Flow Seventh Technique, the Nong Jo Yeon Un, allowing the sword aura to move freely.
Crash crash crash crash!
As the sword aura and demonic energy collided repeatedly, brilliant shockwaves scattered in all directions with a sound like tearing silk.
Whoosh!
Yet in that very moment, black demonic energy poured down toward Bu Eunseol’s face once more.
The Formless Heaven Flow could not possibly withstand Do Huang’s demonic energy.
As time passed, the black demonic energy suppressed Bu Eunseol’s white sword aura further, displaying its overwhelming might.
“If you hold back on the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, your head will be severed.”
The old man chuckled and wielded his great sword in chaotic sweeps.
“Let me make you expend everything in one breath.”
Shhk!
Then the demonic energy flowing from the great sword grew even denser.
Kuuuuu!
Moreover, the number of black demonic energy strands multiplied, as if hundreds of massive serpents were writhing in the air.
‘There’s no choice.’
Retreating to evade the cascading demonic energy, Bu Eunseol spun the Bing Hun Sword once in the void and held it level with her face.
The old man, as a descendant of Do Huang, must have wielded the Way throughout his entire life.
To sever demonic energy that obliterates all power in a single stroke required not only overwhelming might, but also
A subtle technique capable of drying up the endless flow of surging demonic energy in one decisive moment.
Uuuuung!
At that very instant, hundreds of sword auras materialized around Bu Eunseol’s body.
I deployed the Blood Dew Seven Techniques Fourth Technique, the Yok Sa Mu Ji, intending to sever the old man’s neck in a single stroke.
“Excellent. Truly excellent.”
Upon seeing the sword aura rising from Bu Eunseol’s body, the old man actually laughed with delight.
Whoosh! Shhk shhk shhk!
The old man dispersed his demonic energy, obliterating the sword aura Bu Eunseol had created.
Yet all of the old man’s movements and actions were no different from those controlled by Bu Eunseol through her sword aura.
The reason was that Bu Eunseol’s Yok Sa Mu Ji this time was modeled after the Black-Robed Sage’s technique.
It was a supreme skill that could disperse tremendous demonic energy within a certain space and simultaneously control the movements of all enemies within that space at will.
Crack!
However, the old man did not realize this, continuously dispersing his demonic energy to annihilate the sword qi Bu Eunseol unleashed.
And finally, as they drew close enough to see each other’s faces and cross weapons,
Bu Eunseol was able to create a movement that could expose a flaw in the old man.
‘First, the left arm.’
Unfortunately, Bu Eunseol could not create a flaw that would allow her to sever the old man’s neck in one stroke.
Instead, she had spotted an opportunity to cut down the left arm he had been dangling all along.
The old man’s technique was nearly perfect, yet his left arm hung awkwardly, held limply the entire time.
If she could only sever that left arm?
Bu Eunseol would seize victory in an instant.
Whoosh!
Finally, as the Bing Hun Sword cut through the waves of sword qi and moved to sever the old man’s left arm,
Slash!
A sharp blade of demonic energy simultaneously pierced toward Bu Eunseol’s neck.
Now she understood—he had deliberately exposed that flaw by dropping one arm,
intending to sacrifice his left arm to sever Bu Eunseol’s neck in return.
‘He doesn’t need his left arm at all?’
Bu Eunseol felt a surge of bewilderment from within.
Such a remarkable master, a successor of Do Huang himself, would prepare a decisive strike by sacrificing an arm?
This was something even she could not have predicted, leaving her no way to defend against it.
Clang!
But at that moment, a blade of demonic energy flew from somewhere, grazing the Bing Hun Sword and piercing toward the old man’s neck.
“Hmph.”
Boom!
The old man had no choice but to retreat once more.
Then, like a phantom, a shadow had already drawn near to Bu Eunseol.
It was a middle-aged man in black robes, exceptionally tall with a muscular frame and blazing eyes.
Though his face was hidden behind a cloth mask, he appeared to be in his fifties.
“Get out of the way!”
Crash!
As the Black-Robed Sage swung his great blade, the old man’s body was sent flying backward seven or eight zhang.
It was not merely the force that was overwhelming, but rather his technique was so exquisite that the old man had no choice but to be sent tumbling backward.
The old man, who had not even budged against Bu Eunseol’s full-power Mu Sang Cheon Ryu, was now retreating in such haste.
“Fortune smiles upon you. You’ve gained reinforcements.”
The old man chuckled, his gaze alternating between Bu Eunseol and the middle-aged man before letting out a low laugh.
“Perhaps I’ve taken a blade or two to my left arm, inner hip, and spine.”
The old man grinned wickedly.
“But this old one will survive, while you all shall perish.”
This elderly descendant of Do Huang seemed utterly mad.
He regarded the shattering of his own body as trivial, grinning widely with thoughts only of severing the life threads of these two.
“You speak like a dreamer.”
The Black-Robed Sage drove his great blade into the ground.
In that instant, a sharp crack echoed as faint lines began spreading chaotically across the vast lake.
Simultaneously, ice shards and tens of thousands of blade rings rose from all directions.
It turned out the Middle-Aged Man had not inscribed his blade technique upon this lake out of mere whimsy.
He had pre-carved a trap using the lake’s ice, one that would allow him to escape in advance.
Crash, crash, crash, crash!
Fragmented ice began engulfing the old man in an instant.
“Hmph.”
The old man wielded his great blade frantically to obliterate the blade rings, yet with each swing, ice shards clung ever more to his body.
Thud, thud, thud.
Before long, the old man vanished from sight, and a colossal tower of ice stood erected in his place.
The Black-Robed Sage, knowing he could not defeat this descendant of Do Huang, had merely constructed a trap sufficient to buy time for escape.
“Follow me.”
The Black-Robed Sage murmured softly toward Bu Eunseol, already tearing through the Half-Sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Bu Eunseol immediately unfurled her divine movement technique to pursue him.
Crack, crack.
Then, cracks spiderwebbed across the colossal ice tower,
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, ice shards scattered in all directions as the old man’s figure emerged.
“I sensed something peculiar about this lake, and here you’ve prepared such a scheme.”
The old man smacked his lips, a savage smile crossing his face as he narrowed his eyes.
“But you cannot flee forever.”
* * *
Bu Eunseol unleashed her full power, deploying the Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement.
Yet she could not catch the Black-Robed Sage shooting forward ahead of her.
It was not a matter of inner energy or divine movement technique disparity.
He seemed intimately familiar with Cheon San’s terrain, moving in an unpredictable trajectory.
Because Bu Eunseol followed his movements, she was always one step behind.
‘Good.’
As the distance widened further, Bu Eunseol drew upon her full inner energy reserves.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
And regardless of what obstacles lay ahead, she shot straight toward the Middle-Aged Man without hesitation.
Crash, crash, crash!
Bu Eunseol’s body became a keen blade, cleaving through trees and boulders as she surged forward.
Boom!
As her speed intensified, a thunderous roar erupted, and Bu Eunseol’s form became a single ribbon of white energy.
And finally, as he caught up to the Black-Robed Sage,
A sharp sound cut through the air.
He came to a halt atop a sheer cliff.
“….”
The Black-Robed Sage gazed at the distant sky for a moment before muttering,
“You are not a pawn of the Three Realms.”
“You were watching?”
“Indeed.”
The Black-Robed Sage had already witnessed Bu Eunseol discovering the traces of the Daoist technique he had left by the lakeside, lost in a state of transcendence.
He had merely observed quietly, believing her to be a pawn of the Three Realms.
But when he saw her fighting for her life against the heir of Do Huang, he immediately dispelled his suspicions and saved her.
‘She is genuine.’
Even before they had exchanged words.
Bu Eunseol could intuitively sense that he was the Black-Robed Sage who had taught Jeong Cheon the foundational principles of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
“I have come seeking the whereabouts of Chil Ji Ma Do.”
“If you have inherited his techniques, that should suffice. Why do you seek him?”
The Black-Robed Sage appeared to have already discerned that Bu Eunseol had mastered the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
“Because he may be my grandfather.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Bu Eunseol spoke with utmost candor.
“My grandfather was brutally slain by a master swordsman who had reached the pinnacle of Deung Bong Jo Geuk.”
Bu Eunseol recounted everything—her circumstances, her meeting with Jeong Cheon, and his tragic death.
She held nothing back.
The Black-Robed Sage listened in silence, then sighed deeply.
“So you thought I was the Shadow of Chil Ji Ma Do.”
“Yes.”
In the past, Hwa Jung Cheon, the master of Biryeong Sect, had shown her a scroll depicting the face of Chil Ji Ma Do, who roamed the Murim.
Depicted there was a middle-aged man of formidable and commanding presence.
Chil Ji Ma Do must have possessed a robust physique in his youth.
And she had thought that perhaps the Black-Robed Sage before her had somehow maintained that very appearance.
“Hmm.”
The Black-Robed Sage exhaled slowly.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes were still, yet desperation gleamed within them.
He could sense that she spoke no falsehoods.
“While being hunted by that mad old man all this time, I have endured countless trials—some who sought vengeance against the Three Realms with severed limbs, others who begged me to help avenge their parents.”
“….”
“If I were to recount all that I have experienced, no one would believe it.”
Bu Eunseol could understand the Black-Robed Sage’s words to some extent.
He was the heir of Do Huang—one of the figures of the Three Realms who ruled all under heaven—and had survived by constantly evading their pursuit.
The trials he had endured were beyond what words could express, filled with schemes and conspiracies.
“But this time, I’ll ask you to trust me.”
“Why is that, sir?”
“If you’re truly a spy of Sam Gye….”
The Black-Robed Sage sighed before speaking.
“You wouldn’t throw away such an exalted position merely to track down the whereabouts of Chilji Demonic Sect.”
Bu Eunseol was the legitimate successor of Nangya Sect and the heir to manage Demon Hall.
There was no way she would reveal everything to someone whose identity remained unknown, all for the sake of locating Chilji Demonic Sect.
“Did you know who I was?”
“How many young warriors in all of Tianxia could stand alone against that mad old fool?”
“Hmm.”
“Moreover, to evade the pursuit of Sam Gye, one must be thoroughly versed in the affairs of Gangho. Though it appears you’ve been secluded in Cheon San, you’ve actually traveled the Murim frequently.”
The Black-Robed Sage glanced at Bu Eunseol’s face and sighed.
“Of course, that’s not the only reason….”
The Blood Dew Seven Techniques’ power and transformations vary dramatically depending on how one interprets the technique’s principles and with what mindset one executes them.
Upon discovering the traces of Yok Sa Mu Ji inscribed upon the lake, Bu Eunseol immediately mimicked the uninhibited technique principles that the Black-Robed Sage had carved there.
She too had mastered the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
The moment I witnessed Bu Eunseol’s execution of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, I could discern exactly what manner of person she was.
“To answer your question first—I am not the shadow of Chilji Demonic Sect as you believe.”
“Then….”
“I too merely had my life saved by the grace of a benefactor I met by chance, and was taught only a few forms of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.”
The Black-Robed Sage spoke with a deep sigh, as though overwhelmed by indescribable emotions.
“In exchange, I agreed to complete one task… and because I fulfilled that task, I’ve spent my entire life being hunted by that old fool.”
In short, I had my life saved by my benefactor and received instruction in the technique on the condition that I complete one task.
And because of that, I became hunted by a figure from Sam Gye for the rest of my life.
“What was this task you completed?”
“I cannot tell you. I swore never to reveal it for the rest of my life.”
“Then was this benefactor you speak of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang himself?”
The Black-Robed Sage shook his head at Bu Eunseol’s question.
“No.”
Bu Eunseol’s mind became turbulent.
That meant….
Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang had fragmented that terrifying celestial technique and transmitted it to numerous figures throughout Gangho.
“Then who exactly are you, sir?”
The Black-Robed Sage took a deep breath at Bu Eunseol’s question and opened his mouth.
“My name is Gwan Hae Geum. In the past, I earned the false reputation of being the Southern Heaven Great Hero.”
“Southern Heaven…Great Hero.”
Bu Eunseol blinked her eyes.
Southern Heaven Great Hero Gwan Hae Geum.
He was a renowned hero of the Orthodox Sects who had traversed Murim, helping those in need and performing many righteous deeds.
How could Gwan Hae Geum, the exemplary hero of Yangguang Murim, have mastered the techniques of Chilji Demonic Sect?
“What meaning would there be in raking up the dust of a forgotten past?”
Gwan Hae Geum gazed toward the distant sky, as though burdened by profound sorrow.
“If you ask why a member of the Orthodox Sects received the supreme techniques of the Demonic Path….”
He turned his gaze toward Bu Eunseol, and his eyes were filled with anguish.
“I could answer that righteousness and demonism exist within the heart.”
Gwan Hae Geum.
He seemed to carry a past so intricate and tragic that mere words could never capture it.
Bu Eunseol dared not ask about it. Rather, she could not.
Every person harbors a past they wish to forget. No one has the right to unearth it.
“I do not understand your meaning, sir.”
When Bu Eunseol asked, Gwan Hae Geum let out a soft laugh.
“How can one distinguish between a person of integrity and one of wickedness?”
“….”
“A man known as a cruel demon lord turned out to be virtuous, while a righteous hero celebrated for a lifetime of benevolence was revealed to be truly evil.”
Then, gazing upward at the distant heavens, he spoke with solemn gravity.
“The Gangho is shrouded in grievances and debts. Right and wrong cannot truly exist… and good and evil are merely perspectives that shift depending on the observer’s point of view, are they not?”
Bu Eunseol nodded in agreement.
It aligned perfectly with the teachings of her grandfather, Bu Chanyang—that morality itself was merely a convenience defined by human preference.
“You speak the truth, sir.”
As Bu Eunseol concurred, Gwan Hae Geum chuckled softly.
“It was a saying my benefactor repeated like a habit.”
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s heart raced.
‘Then could it be that my grandfather was not Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang himself, but rather his shadow?’
Then Gwan Hae Geum spoke again.
“My benefactor must have had a deep connection to Chil Ji Ma Do.”
And he revealed a startling truth to Bu Eunseol.
“He said that for the sake of Chil Ji Ma Do, he transmitted his techniques to righteous and loyal individuals like myself, so that we might accomplish certain tasks.”
And he added one crucial statement.
“It is likely that my benefactor, who taught me, served as the shadow of Chil Ji Ma Do, just as you described.”

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