The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 479

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Chapter 479.
—Even in death, the eyes remain open… (Death Without Closed Eyes).
The technique seemed to speak directly to the old man’s current plight.
His body, which had forcibly expelled its inner power outward, should have long since ceased breathing.
Yet something held him back… His spirit found no rest, clinging desperately to his withered flesh.
Boom!
With the deafening crash, a dark aura—no, the very essence of death itself—scattered in all directions from the old man’s stone blade.
‘I must also unleash the Blood Dew Seven Techniques…’
As Bu Eunseol extended her stone blade to meet the spreading aura,
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
The spreading aura passed through the old man’s body, then through Bu Eunseol’s form, and finally through everything that existed in this world.
Rumble, rumble.
In that same instant, massive boulders rained down from the ceiling,
Rumble, rumble.
And the Stone Chamber collapsed entirely.
“Ugh.”
As the dust settled, a space within the collapsed chamber became visible—one untouched by falling stone.
Zing.
There stood Bu Eunseol, both arms extended wide.
She was using the Yeui True Formation to shield against the cascading boulders.
Because the Stone Chamber had been carved within a cave, the falling stones were not particularly large, nor did they weigh much.
Yet she had spread the Yeui True Formation broadly to protect the old man from harm.
“Are you injured?”
Bu Eunseol gazed at the old man standing weakly in the corner of the chamber.
His already gaunt frame had now become little more than skin stretched over bone.
He had poured out not only the Bangeuk True Qi he had received from Bu Eunseol, but every last vestige of life force within his body to manifest his technique.
Drip, drip.
Bu Eunseol was not the only one who should have been concerned.
Her body was covered in wounds, and blood dripped steadily from the punctures.
When the Master’s Blade Technique spread outward, she too had unleashed the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
Yet unable to completely block the old man’s stone blade, her entire body had been engulfed in the aura.
Still, she had immediately deployed the Yeui True Formation to shield him from the falling debris.
Had Bu Eunseol not unleashed the Four Extremes Nine Revolutions,
And had the Bangeuk True Qi stored within the old man’s body not been severed midway…
Bu Eunseol would have been torn to shreds and perished.
‘This is the true power of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.’
As the First Technique and Master’s Blade Technique’s ultimate strike poured forth, reaching a moment of absolute crisis,
Bu Eunseol’s mind suddenly grasped both the incantation of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques and the Second Technique, the Four Extremes Nine Revolutions.
Four Extremes Nine Revolutions.
The Second Technique of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques—a counter that erases the space where the enemy stands while simultaneously receiving a lethal attack.
And this technique was one that could find a single thread of survival from a situation where death was inevitable.
It could also be used as a life-saving emergency method.
Whoooosh!
The moment the old man unleashed the Blood Dew Seven Techniques’ Jeo Oh Cho, and the Samu Jeon Mok wrapped around my entire body.
Bu Eunseol utilized the Four-Layered Nine Circles to generate a protective barrier, safeguarding the vital acupoints from lethal strikes.
Even within the waves of that energy, I managed to preserve my life.
“Hah…”
Bu Eunseol carefully pushed aside the cascading rocks and took a deep breath.
The Blood Dew Seven Techniques I had displayed until now were merely impressive forms, nothing more.
The true power of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques transcended the realm of blade mastery, manifesting a force that bordered on the phenomenal.
If this old man’s inner energy had been intact? The entire Chamhoe Cave would have collapsed, not just the Stone Chamber.
All the demonic cultivators here would have lost their lives and wandered in Gu Cheon.
“You… who are you?”
At that moment, the old man, whose life force seemed to be waning, suddenly regained clarity and stared intently at Bu Eunseol.
“That variation of the Four-Layered Nine Circles you displayed. It cannot be performed without knowing the entire technique manual.”
“I am Bu Eunseol, a disciple of the Nangya Sect.”
As the old man’s eyes cleared, Bu Eunseol quickly revealed her identity.
“I happened to obtain the legacy teachings of the Chilji Demonic Sect master that were left on Youling Island.”
At those words, a hazy light flickered in the old man’s eyes.
It seemed as though he was deeply contemplating whether those words were truth or falsehood.
Yet it also appeared as though he had slipped back into a dazed state of consciousness.
“Are you the Chilji Demonic Sect master?”
“…”
“I am not a spy of the Sam Gye.”
Bu Eunseol spoke urgently.
“I am the grandson of Bu Chanyang, a Yeomsa of the Hwang Ju Bu Po Cheong. But my grandfather was brutally murdered by a master who wielded a vicious demonic blade technique.”
“…”
“I came to Gangho to avenge my grandfather. But the more I investigated to find Hyung Su… the more I began to suspect that Chilji Demonic Sect Bu Chanyang and my grandfather might be the same person.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with utmost earnestness.
“I have tried to speak with you many times, but your mind was not clear, so I never had the chance for a conversation like this. If my identity is suspect, I will recite the entire technique manual of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques for you.”
The old man remained silent, breathing heavily with hazy eyes.
Bu Eunseol had no choice but to inject the Reverse Extreme True Qi into the old man’s body once more.
And I began to recite the technique manual of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
But still there was no response.
‘The Sam Gye might think they could sufficiently obtain the technique manual of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.’
Bu Eunseol urgently thought of another approach.
How could I possibly prove my grandfather’s identity and my own identity?
“My grandfather…”
Bu Eunseol, suddenly realizing this place was Shaolin, spoke quickly.
“It seems he was once a disciple of Shaolin. That is why he transmitted the Muscle-Changing Classic to me.”
And I began to recite the incantations of the Reverse Muscle Scripture.
Then,
“Chilji Demonic Sect….”
The old man stared into empty space with a vacant gaze.
Whether his mind was clouded or his life was fading away… his expression seemed as though he were lost in a dream.
And he muttered something entirely unexpected.
“The entire Murim owes a debt to him. We have survived until now only because of his sacrifice.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes flashed with sudden understanding.
That statement ultimately meant the old man was not Chilji Demonic Sect himself.
“Then, Elder….”
Bu Eunseol, who had been about to ask what relationship he had with Chilji Demonic Sect, closed her mouth.
The old man’s gaze was not directed at her, but into the void.
“But in the end, he realized that everything had gone wrong. So he tried to atone for it all through death.”
“….”
“But we could not allow that. He had already lost far too much.”
‘All of us?’
Were there truly so many people helping Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang?
Bu Eunseol wanted to interrupt the old man’s words and ask a question.
But the old man seemed to be running out of strength, his muttering voice growing fainter.
If she stopped him from speaking now, he might breathe his last at any moment.
“But deceiving the eyes of Sam Gye was not easy. Many who had become his shadows died one by one… and as a last resort, I sealed my inner power completely and entered Chamhoe Cave of my own accord.”
The old man smiled faintly.
“Sam Gye’s influence does not reach this place. Here, I can surely die as Chilji Demonic Sect.”
Thud.
Bu Eunseol was struck by shock.
If grandfather had been Chilji Demonic Sect, why had he not abandoned that name?
How had he not been caught by such a formidable intelligence network as Sam Gye? She had always harbored these doubts.
Because in the Murim, there was only one person known by the name Bu Chanyang—Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
Yet, remarkably,
there were those who helped Chilji Demonic Sect.
And this nameless Unnamed Elder
had imprisoned himself in Chamhoe Cave to protect him, playing the role of the true Chilji Demonic Sect.
“…You became the true Chilji Demonic Sect yourself… and have been suffering this ordeal?”
It was not a question, but rather words that tumbled out like a murmur upon hearing such a shocking truth.
Yet the old man smiled faintly as if he understood Bu Eunseol’s words.
“Only this method could free him from the blood-soaked Murim….”
“….”
“In the end, through meticulous planning, he feigned death… and successfully vanished without a trace. Never dreaming that ‘he’—the one he trusted more than anyone—would betray him….”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened.
Though his words were rambling and disjointed, she could discern the general situation.
There were numerous people secretly supporting the Chilji Demonic Sect, and the old man was one of them.
The Chilji Demonic Sect had orchestrated an elaborate plan to feign death and withdraw from the Murim, but when someone’s betrayal threatened to expose the scheme…
The old man willingly sacrificed himself, deliberately remaining trapped in Chamhoe Cave for the safety of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
For Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang’s sake.
He had gladly offered himself as a sacrifice, confined within Chamhoe Cave to ensure his safety.
“Who was this person you trusted? Who committed the betrayal?”
The old man did not answer Bu Eunseol’s question, instead launching into a different narrative.
“But in the end, I made a grave mistake.”
He gazed at Bu Eunseol with eyes filled with anguish.
“Sam Gye eventually discovered me here in Chamhoe Cave. And deceived by a vicious individual, I transmitted five of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, and…”
The old man’s lips trembled as memories of that time surfaced.
“When there was nothing left to extract, they brought someone who wielded the Soul Severing Technique, and destroyed my consciousness…”
Bu Eunseol could now comprehend the entire situation.
In the end, Sam Gye had discovered that the Chilji Demonic Sect was hiding here.
And through him, they learned that the real Bu Chanyang was still alive.
After extracting the Blood Dew Seven Techniques from him, once he was no longer useful,
they sent a master of soul-severing techniques like Hyuk Ryeon Eung to shatter the old man’s spirit into fragments.
The soul-severing technique was so vicious that even as death approached, the old man’s mind had not returned to clarity.
“He always wished to atone for the innocent lives he had taken so brutally.”
The old man gazed at Bu Eunseol with weary eyes.
“I only pray that he remains safe…”
At the earnest, desperate tone of his voice, Bu Eunseol squeezed her eyes shut.
The old man had sacrificed his entire life for the Chilji Demonic Sect.
And even until his final breath, he thought only of Chil Ji Ma Do.
“He will surely be safe.”
Bu Eunseol spoke carefully.
“You need no longer pretend to be the Chilji Demonic Sect. I will take responsibility and return you to your family’s embrace.”
For decades, he had been the shadow of the Chilji Demonic Sect, sacrificing himself for his sake.
Therefore, it was only right that his final journey be to return to his family’s arms.
“I cannot.”
The old man shook his head, as if understanding Bu Eunseol’s words.
“There is still a chance he may be alive… I must die under the name of the Chilji Demonic Sect.”
“Elder…”
“Bu Chanyang.”
The old man suddenly fixed his gaze upon Bu Eunseol, his face brightening with a gentle smile as he nodded.
“I only wish that he… safely leaves the Murim and lives a happy life.”
Softly…
The old man breathed his last with those words.
Bu Eunseol lowered her head, her expression twisted with anguish and sorrow.
And she gently clasped the old man’s hands.
“Elder….”
Bu Eunseol’s voice trembled with pain and anguish.
Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang must have been her grandfather.
And her grandfather must have served Yeomsa as a form of atonement.
And that had only been possible because of the sacrifice of the Unnamed Elder before her eyes.
For Chilji Demonic Sect.
He had willingly chosen a lifetime etched with pain and suffering.
And even in his final moments, he was only praying for Bu Chanyang’s happiness.
“Grandfather….”
Bu Eunseol grasped the Unnamed Elder’s hands, suppressing the emotions that threatened to burst forth, and spoke in a gentle voice.
“You lived long and happily with me.”
Then a faint smile lingered at the lips of the Unnamed Elder, who had breathed his last.
As if he had heard that Bu Chanyang had lived a happy life.
That smile was peaceful and without regret.
Bu Eunseol emerged from the collapsed Stone Chamber.
And bowed respectfully once more toward the place where the Unnamed Elder’s body lay at rest.
In the end, she had never revealed the old man’s true name or identity.
But even if he had been of sound mind, he would never have revealed his identity.
Only for Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
For the peace of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang, should he still be alive.
“I will have Shaolin care for your remains.”
The Unnamed Elder had wished to die as Chil Ji Ma Do.
Knowing this truth, Bu Eunseol could not claim his body.
The shadow of Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang, who had cast the Murim into terror…
Had died forlornly in Chamhoe Cave, where not a single ray of light entered.
After bowing, Bu Eunseol rose and lowered her head once more toward the Stone Chamber.
The old man had been a benefactor who had saved not only Bu Chanyang’s life, but hers as well.
Without his sacrifice.
Bu Chanyang could never have become Yeomsa, and Bu Eunseol, who had been freezing to death, would never have met Bu Chanyang.
And having devoted his entire life, living for the happiness of others.
Such a figure possessed a spirit of sacrifice that could earn the respect of all under heaven.
‘At the very least, I must question Shaolin about this truth.’
Originally, Bu Eunseol had intended to meet either Chil Ji Ma Do himself or his Shadow.
And then quietly leave Shaolin.
But upon meeting the Unnamed Elder, her heart changed.
At the very least, she had to demand answers about what Shaolin knew.
Bu Eunseol could be certain of one thing.
That her grandfather was Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang.
The Chil Ji Ma Do who had driven the entire Murim into terror.
He had truly sacrificed himself for the Murim, and to atone for those who had died by his hand…
I have spent my days wiping and cleaning the corpses of the dead.
Mm.
Bu Eunseol closed the iron gate and turned around.
Chamhoe Cave is part of Shaolin, after all.
Once they learn of his death, the great masters of Shaolin will personally retrieve his remains and offer prayers for his soul.
“In the end, Chamhoe Cave is managed by Blood Shaolin. Then I must meet the abbot of Blood Shaolin.”
Bu Eunseol bit her lip.
If she had her way, she would immediately demolish the Shaolin grounds and demand answers about the situation.
But she could not.
Whether Grandfather Bu Chanyang was of the Chilji Demonic Sect or not, it was certain he was a figure of Shaolin.
He had taught her the life-nurturing secrets of the Muscle Reversal Scripture—a technique that could never be learned except by Shaolin disciples.
If Grandfather had been a Shaolin disciple, then she too could not treat Shaolin carelessly.
‘I cannot fathom what fate this is.’
How could Grandfather, who was a Shaolin disciple, become the foremost of the Orthodox Sects,
master the Heart Sutra of Heaven—the secret technique of Jeong Cheon Je Sin Do Mu Bi—
and become an invincible wanderer who threw the Demonic Path into terror, rising to the position of Vice Master of Demon Hall?
It was utterly incomprehensible.
‘I will find Dam Jeung.’
The current abbot of Shaolin was in a state of ambush, and the atmosphere was grim.
Then she would seek out Dam Jeung, the abbot of Blood Shaolin, and ask him about many things.
“We must clear this quickly!”
At that moment, the voices of demonic cultivators bustling outside could be heard.
When Bu Eunseol went outside, she saw elderly men rushing to the collapsed cave and clearing away stones.
But with so many stones collapsed and lacking inner power, they could not process them quickly and were struggling.
“What are you doing?”
Seeing Bu Eunseol walk out, pushing away hundreds of pounds of boulders without even touching them,
“…”
The elderly men moving stones stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening.
“She was alive.”
“See, I told you it would be fine since she has intact inner power?”
“Ugh, we wasted our strength because of that one person.”
The elderly men glared sharply at that ‘one person’—
Tak Il Hon—and grumbled as they turned back toward the cave.
From the situation, it appeared Tak Il Hon had persuaded the elderly men to move the stones in order to rescue Bu Eunseol.
“Sigh.”
Bu Eunseol let out a deep sigh.
They were the great demonic masters who once made the Murim tremble in terror.
Evil and formidable beings incomparable to the elderly at Jeol Cheon Myul Ji.
Seeing such beings laboriously lifting stones one by one to rescue her…
Indescribable and strange emotions surged within her.
Could these old men truly be called Demonic Path cultivators now?
Who, then, has the authority to define what is righteous and what is demonic?
‘Perhaps Grandfather experienced the same doubts.’
Grandfather had expounded that the concepts of Demonic Path and Righteous Path—or good and evil—were nothing but flawed constructs born from human convenience.
And I myself.
With each passing day, with every venture deeper into the Gangho.
The boundaries in my heart between the Demonic Path and the Righteous Path, between good and evil, were growing increasingly blurred.
“Wait, remain where you stand.”
I called out to the departing elders, halting their steps.
“Why?”
As the old men stopped in unison and turned their heads,
Zing!
Behind me, over a hundred materialized hands of pure energy took form.
I had unleashed the Women’s Divine Seal Formation.
A technique once impossible for me to perform, yet after cultivating the Condensed Elixir Scripture and concentrating my inner power,
I could now wield the formidable qi dwelling within my body with far greater precision.
Whoosh!
As the hands of true qi created by the Women’s Divine Seal Formation passed through the elders,
Rumble!
A powerful vibration accompanied a mighty counter-directional qi that began piercing through their meridians.
Though their dantians were destroyed and they could no longer accumulate inner power, simply having their meridians opened once more meant
all the elders of Chamhoe Cave could now live long, healthy lives free from suffering.
“Hah, what a waste of effort.”
Despite my opening their meridians in one breath, the elders showed little joy.
“This young fool just grows deeper in inner power and wastes it on such foolishness.”
“Indeed. With such strength, go out into the world and put it to use. Why do this?”
Watching the elders grumble, I smiled and spoke.
“When all matters are concluded, I shall return to this place.”
I pressed my palms together.
“At that time, I will escort the elders out into the world.”
“Enough.”
“We are more comfortable here.”
“Going out would only trouble our descendants.”
The great Demonic Path cultivators here waved their hands dismissively.
They had already achieved the Way of Non-Attachment, abandoning all cravings and desires.
Even returning to the Gangho seemed burdensome to them.
I smiled and pressed my palms together once more.
“Then.”
And I turned toward the entrance of Chamhoe Cave to depart.
The height was immeasurable and dizzying, while the walls were so smooth that even Wall-Climbing Technique could not be employed.
But for Bu Eunseol, such a height posed no obstacle whatsoever.
“Wait.”
At that moment, a figure came rushing toward them in a frantic scramble.
It was Tak Il Hon.

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