The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 475

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Chapter 475.
‘Excellent.’
Upon witnessing the mysterious power displayed by the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation, Bu Eunseol felt a surge of competitive spirit instead.
‘Let me see if you can defend against this as well.’
Bu Eunseol realized that when clashing with the heir of Do Huang, I had overlooked a crucial fact.
The Thirteen Night Technique.
Four hundred years ago, a supreme master who had approached the pinnacle of the Orthodox Sects and was one of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars.
I was also cultivating that martial art—one containing mysterious functions that transcended the limits of martial prowess.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment I unleashed the Thirteen Night Technique, seven meridian channels instantly surged through my body.
Due to the continuous growth of my inner force and deepening of my martial mastery, I had somehow manifested seven meridian channels.
Crack!
As Bu Eunseol unleashed the Thirteen Night Technique in one breath,
Boom!
The massive phantom of the Blood Shaolin Monks that had appeared as one instantly vanished, and the true form of the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation began to reveal itself.
“This cannot be.”
Gong Gong, observing from a distance, widened his eyes in shock.
The One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation, which had undergone continuous refinement, had finally reached a state where it could perfectly unite the power of all the monks within the formation.
Yet this young Masked Assassin had shattered the essence of the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation in a single move?
“A martial art possessing mysterious power.”
The refined One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation was more subtle and resilient than any other formation, making it nearly impossible for even the greatest masters to break through.
Yet by merely unleashing a few meridian channels, the function of the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation crumbled?
‘No?’
Gong Gong’s expression of admiration quickly transformed into one of bewilderment.
The Masked Assassin who had shattered the essence of the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation was effortlessly deflecting the attacks unleashed by one hundred and eight Shaolin disciples.
Yet it was not proper martial technique at all—it appeared improvised, lacking any structure or discipline whatsoever.
‘This person must never be allowed to leave our sect!’
It was already astonishing that he could break through the function of the repeatedly refined One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation in a single strike.
Yet without displaying any particular martial technique, he was effortlessly defending against the monks’ attacks through pure improvisation?
“Kneel!”
Finally, Gong Gong entered the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation himself to command it directly.
The eminent monks of Shaolin do not venture into Gangho unless there is a pressing matter.
Therefore, their martial prowess and strength are gauged by their position within Shaolin.
And the martial prowess of the eminent monks who oversaw each hall or chamber was at a level that never yielded to the masters who wielded dominance throughout the Murim.
Thud! Crack crack crack!
With Gong Gong commanding the Arhat Formation, the monks’ attacks became even more refined, and their power surged dramatically.
‘Impressive.’
Bu Eunseol inwardly expressed admiration.
Gong Gong had not launched direct attacks himself—he had merely commanded the collapsed One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation.
Yet with just that, the shattered formation became solid once more, and its subtlety and power increased several times over.
‘Just witnessing this single technique alone makes me appreciate Shaolin’s true depth.’
But admiration was merely admiration.
It was hardly an attack threatening enough to pose danger to me.
Had I so chosen, I could have shattered the One Hundred Eight Arhat Formation instantly and escaped beyond the corridor.
Yet still, I dragged out the confrontation, holding my ground within the formation.
There was only one reason.
From the distant corridor shrouded in darkness, I felt a chilling gaze piercing through.
Blood Shaolin.
Within this underground Jang Gyeong Gak,
beyond Gong Gong and the One Hundred Eight Monks, the Blood Shaolin Monks were undoubtedly crouched in the shadows, observing the situation unfold.
‘That Shaolin confines Demonic Cultivators is a fact unknown to the Murim. This suggests it is certainly connected to Blood Shaolin, who conducts everything in absolute secrecy.’
Having finished my deliberation, I moved my hands in a frenzy.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
Then I began unleashing the Thirteen Night Blades with proper force channeling.
“Ugh.”
“Ack.”
Each time the keen wind from the Thirteen Night Blades swept past, monks collapsed with cries of agony.
“Maintain formation!”
Gong Gong shouted, but once more than a third of the fallen monks exceeded the count, the One Hundred Eight Arhat Formation finally collapsed entirely.
‘This one.’
Only then did Gong Gong realize that this Masked Assassin’s martial prowess was extraordinary, and that one hundred eight monks could never suppress him.
‘I must employ that method.’
Gong Gong’s eyes flashed as he cried out loudly.
“Deploy the True Path Formation!”
At his command, the formation of Shaolin’s monks, which had been moving chaotically, transformed completely.
Rather than gathering in a circle to endlessly drain the opponent’s energy and suppress them,
they reshaped into a formation like a colossal spear blade, forcing me to retreat continuously.
Moreover, as the formation shifted, my keen senses dulled in an instant.
And I felt the illusion of murky mist rising from all directions.
‘So it finally begins.’
Shaolin, which confines Demonic Cultivators whose very existence threatens Tianxia.
This meant there existed a secret to capturing Demonic Cultivators of exceptional martial skill.
And… there existed a space where they could be confined without ever revealing anything to the outside world.
‘This secret passage is surely connected to it.’
The only covert mechanism constructed within Shaolin’s grounds was this—the connection between Jang Gyeong Gak and Blood Shaolin.
And both spaces were far too abnormally vast to be merely repositories for secret texts.
Which meant…
Chamhoe Cave, where Demonic Cultivators are confined, exists in this vicinity, and Blood Shaolin manages it.
‘Changing the formation must be a signal to summon someone from Blood Shaolin.’
Screech!
At that moment, the formation that had transformed into a blade-like shape pressed down upon me.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As I was relentlessly driven backward by the overwhelming pressure and razor-sharp attacks,
Swish.
Then, as if the mist were scattering, a silent and formless palm force crashed down upon my back.
It was a palm force unleashed by a master of Blood Shaolin who had been hiding in the darkness, responding to Gong Gong’s signal.
Just as I had anticipated.
Altering the formation using the Zhen Yu Dao Xing formation was indeed a signal requesting suppression from the Blood Shaolin members.
‘Excellent.’
As the Blood Shaolin Monks unleashed their palm forces, I channeled my formidable inner energy into my acupoints and meridians.
In an instant, my inner energy reserves plummeted to roughly half their capacity.
Boom!
Simultaneously, I took the palm force full on my back and flew backward like a severed kite.
Pffft!
Deliberately biting my lip to draw blood, I stumbled.
Crack!
Seizing the opportunity, Gong Gong unleashed a barrage of Hundred Step Divine Fists without hesitation.
Knowing the extent of his martial prowess, he showed no mercy whatsoever.
Boom!
As explosive sounds erupted and my body was driven backward in succession,
Rumble!
A low vibration resonated as another powerful palm force crashed down upon my back.
The Blood Shaolin Monk hidden in the darkness had unleashed another palm strike.
Thud.
Struck by Shaolin techniques from both front and back, I bounced upward into the air before crashing to the ground.
‘So this is how it works.’
The Zhen Yu Dao Xing formation, a variation of the Hundred and Eight Arhats formation, completely concealed the Blood Shaolin Monks from view.
It was a formation designed to deliver invisible strikes and suppress formidable opponents.
Likely, until now, Shaolin had
dealt with demonic cultivators who either infiltrated the temple grounds or disturbed the Murim using such tactics.
“Ugh.”
I let out a groan.
The palm force unleashed by the Blood Shaolin master from behind contained a heaven-shattering, earth-collapsing force.
With my power reduced to half capacity, it was absolutely impossible to withstand.
“Grr.”
Groaning, I forced myself back to my feet.
And to appear as a master of the Demonic Path, I deliberately activated the Sak Jeong Bi Gyeol technique from the Yeoi Jin Gyeol with great intensity.
Zzzzzing!
Then, accompanied by a bizarre ghostly cry, a powerful demonic aura erupted from his body.
Boom!
But an invisible force lashed across Bu Eunseol’s back once more.
Thud.
In the end, Bu Eunseol staggered and collapsed again.
“So you were indeed a disciple of the Demonic Path.”
Gong Gong’s eyes turned cold.
“Who are you?”
“….”
When Bu Eunseol offered no response, Gong Gong removed his mask.
Then the ordinary face of Seol So, a man you could find anywhere, was revealed.
“If you do not answer, I will seal your martial meridians.”
Gong Gong asked once more, his voice grave.
“Who are you? How did you discover the secret passages of this sect?”
“While searching here and there to find the Jang Gyeong Gak of Shaolin… I learned of it by chance.”
As Bu Eunseol spoke with a deliberately fearful expression, Gong Gong’s eyes narrowed.
The divine techniques and supreme arts of Shaolin form the foundation of Righteous Path martial arts, and mastering even one could allow one to dominate the Murim.
For this reason, those seeking the secret martial techniques of the Jang Gyeong Gak came without end, attempting theft.
‘This one’s words cannot be trusted.’
But Gong Gong did not believe him.
Judging by the terrifying demonic aura displayed just moments ago and the superior martial techniques.
He determined there was another hidden purpose beyond mere secret texts.
‘The Abbot is far too merciful. If I merely subdue this wretch, the sect will be notified again, and he will soon be released.’
Currently, Shaolin was in chaos from external invasion, and the Abbot who must command all disciples lay incapacitated from an ambush.
In this situation, subduing an unknown disciple of the Demonic Path, interrogating him, and notifying his sect was itself a troublesome affair.
‘It will suffice to reveal his identity later.’
Having resolved this in his heart, Gong Gong unleashed the Finger Flicking Divine Technique without hesitation, striking with ruthless precision.
Crack crack!
Then a wind force capable of piercing stone poured forth, sealing Bu Eunseol’s dantian.
Considering Gong Gong’s martial power and the method of the Finger Flicking Divine Technique, unless an expert with over four hundred years of inner energy aided from outside.
The sealed dantian could absolutely never be broken through.
“Lock this one in Chamhoe Cave. Once the chaos of this sect is resolved, the Abbot can interrogate him directly.”
‘Perfect.’
Bu Eunseol inwardly rejoiced.
Though I had planned this beforehand, to enter Chamhoe Cave so easily in one stroke?
Whoosh.
At Gong Gong’s words, the Blood Shaolin Monks silently hoisted Bu Eunseol’s body.
And they slowly vanished into the dark corridor where Blood Shaolin lay.
‘Hmm.’
Gong Gong exhaled a sigh.
He harbored a deep disdain for the Blood Shaolin.
Under the guise of protecting Shaolin, the Blood Shaolin monks dabbled in every conceivable heterodox martial art.
They were those who committed murder without hesitation.
In name they were Shaolin, but in the eyes of the formal disciples, they were nothing but assassins draped in monastic robes.
“So the Blood Shaolin have finally found their pretext to move openly.”
Gong Gong exhaled a deep sigh.
Due to this assassination attempt, the Blood Shaolin were operating without restraint.
There existed a statute that if danger befell Shaolin, they could act independently without awaiting the Abbot’s command.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Sensing dark clouds gathering over Shaolin’s future, the invocation escaped his lips unbidden.
Thus far, Shaolin had weathered every crisis and endured to the end.
Surely this time too, they would overcome all obstacles.
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Thud, thud.
The Blood Shaolin Monks, bearing Bu Eunseol upon their shoulders, trudged ceaselessly through the deep, shadowed corridor.
At last, upon reaching a certain point, they halted.
It was a vast, lightless chamber, and on one side lay a square opening roughly five feet across.
Whoosh.
Without hesitation, the Blood Shaolin Monks hurled Bu Eunseol into the square opening.
Shhhhh.
My body plummeted endlessly downward into the abyss.
Flash!
As I fell rapidly, my eyes finally snapped open.
Below was nothing but infinite darkness. If I continued falling like this, my entire body would shatter—it was only a matter of time.
‘I must recover my inner strength quickly.’
Whooom!
I drew upon the power I had concealed within my pressure points and meridians.
The Qi Sea acupoint, which had been completely sealed, gradually opened, and my inner strength began to return bit by bit.
But the ground was already visible.
Crash!
I slammed directly into the ground.
Crackle, crackle.
Black demonic flames erupted from my body upon impact.
Finding no other recourse, at the moment of collision, I curled my body inward and formed a massive shield-like barrier of true energy near my shoulders using the Yeoui True Formation.
“Ugh.”
I groaned.
My inner strength had not fully recovered, yet I had forcefully deployed the Yeoui True Formation.
Even with the shield-shaped true energy manifested, it could not completely absorb the impact of the fall.
“You’ve tried everything, haven’t you.”
Since I had already fallen.
Bu Eunseol let out a groan and collapsed flat on her back.
While lying down, she circulated her inner energy to recover her body to a certain degree before attempting to move.
Footsteps echoed.
Yet with those footsteps, countless shadows emerged one by one from the darkness.
Those approaching Bu Eunseol’s location had eyes that gleamed even within the gloom.
They were all Strange Beings with disheveled hair, sinister gazes, and bizarre luminescence flickering in their pupils.
“Hehehehe.”
The Strange Beings’ eyes glinted with murderous intent, and white saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths.
“How long has it been since this happened?”
They surrounded Bu Eunseol in a circle, swallowing their saliva as each spoke in turn.
“When was the last time we had such fresh meat?”
“Right. They always died with their bodies shattered when they fell.”
“Finally, we can feast on living flesh.”
They were the demonic cultivators imprisoned in Chamhoe Cave.
And they were treating Bu Eunseol as nothing more than living, fresh meat.
‘So these are the demonic cultivators who would threaten the Murim if released to the outside world.’
Bu Eunseol furrowed her brow.
Even the greatest villains of Tianxia were said to repent somewhat in their twilight years.
Yet these demonic cultivators, who had lived until their hair turned white while stripped of their inner power, showed no diminishment of their ferocious nature whatsoever.
“No point wasting time. Let’s carve him up right now.”
“Yeah. When was the last time someone fell here so fresh? Was it that one called the Mad Blood Demon?”
“No. That one’s limbs shattered and he died the moment he fell.”
“But what about this one? Why is his face so young?”
As they chattered away, a Strange Being with severe pockmarks scarring his face pointed at Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“This one must have consumed something like the Youth Fruit somewhere.”
“No, you fool. This one isn’t someone who ate the Youth Fruit—he’s genuinely young. Look at that skin elasticity.”
Murmurs and whispers.
They continued discussing Bu Eunseol as if she were butchered meat for a considerable time.
Then one of the Strange Beings pulled out a knife carved from stone and bared his yellowed teeth as he spoke.
“It can’t be the Youth Fruit. That old woman over there, Hwa-Hwa Yo-Yo, she ate something like that too, and her face is plump and smooth, but her eyes are dull.”
“Anyway, we need to deal with all those over there first, then we can bring that old woman here quickly.”
In that instant, a blood-red radiance bloomed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Until now, she had never spared her enemies.
The Pockmarked Elder twirled the stone dagger he had carved and asked Bu Eunseol.
“Hey, let me ask you one last thing.”
He smacked his lips and posed the question to Bu Eunseol.
“Why did someone so young enter this place?”
“….”
“For someone so young to enter here, you must be quite skilled, no? What were you doing? Did you perhaps kill a Shaolin abbot?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol slowly rose to her feet.
“Shaolin spared demons like you out of compassion, it seems.”
He swept a cold gaze across the elderly figures surrounding him, his voice grave.
“But I have no intention of letting vermin like you live.”
“Hehehehe.”
Not only the Pockmarked Elder but the Strange Beings around him laughed raucously.
“This fool is amusing.”
“Do you think we look like powerless old men just because your cultivation is sealed?”
Thump.
The Pockmarked Elder, still holding his blade, jabbed his finger at the wall.
His finger sank into the stone as easily as if piercing tofu.
“The elders here have dominated the Murim since before your parents were even born….”
The Pockmarked Elder trailed off, tilting his head in confusion.
His voice had ceased to emerge, and his throat felt oddly numb.
“What?”
The Pockmarked Elder looked down at his neck, his expression turning strange.
He felt his head slowly separating from his body.
Splurt!
As his neck severed from his torso, crimson blood sprayed across the cave walls.
At that same moment, Bu Eunseol slowly rose to his feet.
Crack, crack.
As I gradually restored the cultivation energy that had plummeted to the ground, my body resonated with the sound of bones realigning.
Whoooosh!
A tremendous wave of true qi surged forth, threatening to pierce through the cave walls themselves.
Simultaneously, a torrent of black true qi rippled outward from behind Bu Eunseol in all directions.
In a single breath, I unleashed the Severing Immortal Technique, severing the necks of all the Strange Beings surrounding me.
Splurt! Splurt!
The cave was instantly drenched in blood, and dozens of headless corpses rolled across the ground.
Slither, slither.
Then, shadows began crawling out from the darkness once more.
They were demonic cultivators who had been starving, powerless until now.
As Bu Eunseol severed the necks of dozens of Strange Beings in a single motion, and the scent of blood rose in all directions,
They caught that smell, their mouths watering as they slowly crawled forward.
“This is hell itself.”
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath and looked up toward where he had fallen from.
Shaolin had imprisoned these great demonic cultivators in this Bottomless Abyss under the guise of mercy, providing them with barely any sustenance.
―Grrr.
They approached the corpses of the Strange Beings, fearful of Bu Eunseol yet watching his movements carefully.
White saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths.
Their bodies trembled slightly at the thought of soon consuming fresh flesh.
Bu Eunseol gazed upon this scene, then exhaled a deep sigh and spoke.
“I pray that in your next life, you are reborn as a virtuous person.”
Whoooosh!
Once more, the razor-sharp blade of the Yeouui Jin Sword swept across the cave.
The heads of the Strange Beings that had been drawn by the scent of blood tumbled in all directions.
Crunch, crunch.
Bu Eunseol surveyed the carnage surrounding her with an expressionless face, then walked toward the darkness ahead.
The interior of this cave was remarkably vast.
I discerned that what was visible to the eye was not the entirety of this place, and sought to examine my surroundings more carefully.
Whoooosh.
As I continued forward, the sound of flowing water reached my ears from somewhere ahead.
If water flowed within this cave, then surely there must be a passage through which it escaped, yes?
“Hmm.”
Continuing deeper, I discovered a new cavern.
Passing through multiple branching passages, a faint light began to emanate—unlike before.
And scattered throughout were elderly men clad in humble but meticulously cleaned garments, living their lives in various corners.
‘So that was it.’
Those Strange Beings that had gathered before the edge of Chamhoe Cave
must have been demonic cultivators who could not abandon their ferocity, preying upon those who fell behind.
And here, where their cultivation had been lost, where both their strength and vigor had vanished entirely,
dwelt demonic cultivators who lived peacefully, like ordinary elderly men.
“Who are you?”
An elderly man with an honest countenance gazed at Bu Eunseol and tilted his head curiously.
“How did you come to this place? Before that Bottomless Abyss, there should be a throng of madmen who devour people.”
Bu Eunseol answered calmly.
“I walked here.”
“You walked here?”
“Did you not ask how I came?”
The elderly man questioning Bu Eunseol was a great demonic cultivator of Tianxia with considerable status, one who had never spared those who displeased him.
But now his nature had transformed entirely, and he paid no mind to Bu Eunseol’s blunt responses.
“Still, there seem to be some decent elderly folk here.”
The old man gazed at Bu Eunseol, who wore a leisurely expression, and his eyes narrowed faintly.
“You are no ordinary person. Indeed, otherwise you could not have fallen into Chamhoe Cave at such an age.”
“Are you perhaps asking yourself that question?”
“Hehehehe. Is that what is happening?”
The old man, having taken an interest in Bu Eunseol, spoke with a smile.
“I am called Tak Il Hon.”
“Tak Il Hon.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.
Was there not only one person in the Murim known by the name Tak Il Hon?
“The Tak Il Hon who was called the Bi Mara?”
Flying Demon Tak Il Hon.
He was a grand master of the Gyeong Shin School, who had created Ghost Shadow Moonlit Journey, one of the Eight Great Martial Body Techniques of the Martial World.
Wasn’t he the greatest thief under heaven who would set his eyes ablaze at the mere mention of a secret martial technique, stealing it away?

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