The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 510

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Chapter 510.
‘What is this?’
Bu Eunseol’s sword strikes came so rapidly that they poured forth in an unbroken torrent, causing Peng Ryun to panic wildly as he swung the Black Blood Demon Blade in desperate defense.
Yet Bu Eunseol’s sword strikes surpassed the speed of Peng Ryun’s Gale Wind Swift Blade technique.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
His pride wounded, Peng Ryun refused to evade Bu Eunseol’s relentless onslaught, instead meeting each strike head-on using the supreme speed of his Gale Wind Swift Blade technique.
Yet Bu Eunseol’s blade, wreathed in violet lightning essence, proved even faster.
Slash!
The blade, swung with frenzied intensity, finally grazed Peng Ryun’s cheek, leaving a thin wound.
“You wretched fool!”
Boom!
Enraged, Peng Ryun doubled his internal power and began unleashing the profound mysteries of the Dark Blood Sealing Technique.
Crash!
As if a waterfall were plummeting from the heavens, a colossal blade force descended upon Bu Eunseol’s head.
Its range of blade momentum was three to four times wider than the Blood Dew Seven Techniques that Nam Cheon Dae Hyeop and Gwan Hae Geum had once carved at the Frozen Lake Shore.
‘To expand the range, the essence of water would serve well.’
As inspiration struck Bu Eunseol’s mind, the Ice Soul Blade shimmered blue once more.
She had merged the Glacial River Flow Technique with the Crystal Lightning Essence.
Whoosh!
Simultaneously, she deployed the Sixth Form of the Formless River Flow—Water’s Unseen Presence, a technique that defended against intangible forces like poison.
Pitter-patter-patter!
Hundreds of ice crystals naturally cascaded from the sword strikes Bu Eunseol unleashed.
The Glacial River Flow Technique, merged with the Crystal Lightning Essence, had transformed the foundational technique of Water’s Unseen Presence into an entirely different form of power.
Crash! Crash!
Yet something strange occurred.
Rather than annihilating the ice crystals Bu Eunseol created with his Dark Blood Sealing Qi, Peng Ryun was directly shattering them with the Black Blood Demon Blade itself.
‘Normally, true essence martial arts like the Crystal Lightning Essence and Glacial River Flow Technique should instantly dissipate upon contact with Dark Blood Sealing Qi.’
A peculiar realization suddenly struck Bu Eunseol’s mind.
‘So that was it.’
The power that Dark Blood Sealing Qi could annihilate.
She had grasped that it could only affect a single attribute.
When she had conceded the three forms earlier, she had unleashed only one force at a time, making them easy to dissipate.
But now, with extreme yin martial arts and crystal lightning essence layered and merged together as two forces, it could not annihilate them all at once.
‘So Dark Blood Sealing Qi is not invincible after all. Then…’
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol this time merged the Scorching Flame Extreme True Qi with the Lightning Essence.
In an instant, the Ice Soul Blade was engulfed in violet lightning and flames.
“Hah!”
With a clear battle cry, Bu Eunseol unleashed the Meteor Chasing Moon technique.
Rumble! Crackle!
Instead, a torrent of sword energy accompanied by lightning and flames poured forth like bullets—not mere gleaming points of light.
“Hmph! How delighted you seem, thinking the Dark Blood Do Hwang Qi won’t work.”
Peng Ryun scoffed and immediately deflected the sword energy of the Meteor Crossing Moon technique.
Then something bizarre occurred.
The moment the Black Blood Demonic Path touched the sword energy, a tremendous explosion erupted.
Kwaaaang!
As the pale smoke cleared, Peng Ryun’s hair stood on end, wisps of white vapor rising from his scalp.
He had extinguished the sword energy using the Dark Blood Do Hwang Qi and Demonic techniques, but he could not contain the spreading flames.
“What manner of sword technique is this?”
As Peng Ryun spoke, white vapor generated by the Thunder Spirit Qi poured from his mouth as well.
Seeing this, Bu Eunseol found it difficult to suppress her laughter.
“Is spewing smoke from one’s mouth also part of Do Hwang’s martial arts?”
“Do you truly wish to die?”
Until now, he had merely cornered Bu Eunseol into deploying the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
But only now did he comprehend it.
That green-faced brat had used that very circumstance to buy time, continuously advancing and transforming her martial techniques.
“If you do not deploy the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, I shall kill you this instant.”
“Very well. If you spew white vapor from your mouth three more times as you just did, I shall transmit all of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques to you.”
Peng Ryun’s pale eyebrows twitched.
That meant he would have to collide three more times with the Meteor Crossing Moon technique accompanied by Thunder Spirit Qi, did it not?
“Cease your nonsense!”
Kwurung!
As the enraged Peng Ryun drew upon his power, a deafening boom erupted and tremendous force rippled outward.
“Die!”
In that instant, the lofty ceiling of the Great Hall collapsed—or rather, what seemed like a collapse was merely an illusion.
Countless black Demonic Qi spheres poured down like stars above Bu Eunseol’s head.
Yet Bu Eunseol did not evade; instead, she unleashed the techniques of the Formless Heaven Stream technique in frenzied succession.
She infused Thunder Spirit Qi and Scorching Inferno Spirit Qi into the Meteor Crossing Moon and Residual Moon Reflecting Stars techniques, while channeling Glacial Heaven Stream Seal and Crystal Spirit Qi into the Dense Fog Rolling Clouds and Water Surface Invisible Form techniques.
Zzzt! Whoosh! Rumble! Kwabang!
Thus the fourth and fifth techniques of the Dark Blood Demonic Path, which had blackened the ceiling—
Dark Fragrance Without Blood and Dark Radiance Penetrating Reflection—vanished in an instant.
‘This… such a sword technique.’
For the first time in his eighty years, Peng Ryun could not hide his bewilderment.
Even without the Dark Blood Do Hwang Qi, the Dark Blood Demonic Path is an invincible Demonic art.
There is no technique by which to oppose or break through it.
Yet this young whelp before him alternated and layered forces he had never heard of nor witnessed.
And she was unleashing them like a madwoman, obliterating the Demonic Qi of the Black Blood Demonic Path itself, was she not?
‘I must not panic under any circumstances.’
Peng Ryun was a seasoned veteran who had faced countless masters.
To seize victory over an enemy—
I knew all too well that I could never afford to show panic or lose momentum.
“What a pathetic display of elementary techniques!”
Indifferent to Peng Ryun’s scorn, Bu Eunseol unleashed wave after wave of web-like formations.
“Hmph!”
Peng Ryun snorted and severed the Maiden’s True Formation with a blade of dark blood demonic energy.
The Black Blood Demonic Path infused with the Dark Blood Imperial Qi annihilated all true energy and martial techniques.
Crack! Crack crack!
Yet even as he unleashed his energy, sparks merely scattered with friction—the Maiden’s True Formation did not dissipate.
She had infused the formation with viscous crystalline divine essence, amplifying its resilience.
“This wretch!”
Peng Ryun was forced to double his power, barely severing the web of the Maiden’s True Formation.
But Bu Eunseol immediately unfurled another formation, drowning him in a net of true energy.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Originally, the Maiden’s True Formation had been little more than a one-time technique for Bu Eunseol.
Unleashing it repeatedly would strain her body, no matter how deep her inner power ran.
But now, having gained five hundred years of inner cultivation and the Divine Essence of the Other, she could unleash the Maiden’s True Formation consecutively without the slightest strain.
I wove them like nets to ensnare him, sometimes manifesting hundreds of dark projectiles.
At other times, I shaped them into long blades that clashed against his energy.
At other times, I shaped them into long blades that clashed against his energy.
“Huff, huff.”
Peng Ryun, who had been wielding the Black Blood Demonic Path with frenzied intensity, finally released ragged breaths.
Until now, he had never needed to exert his full power during combat.
The Dark Blood Imperial Qi had effortlessly annihilated all true energy and martial techniques, diminishing both the enemy’s resolve and their power.
Victory had always come with ease.
But now, as Bu Eunseol suddenly unleashed overlapping waves of formidable energy, he was forced to muster his full strength to counter.
There was no other choice.
“Excellent!”
From Peng Ryun’s body, black true energy surged forth in torrents.
Rumble. Screeeech.
Simultaneously, the Black Blood Demonic Path extended from his left hand as well.
With two arms, he could manifest two blades of the Black Blood Demonic Path.
Whoosh!
As he wielded both blades, the Maiden’s True Formation that had been cut with such difficulty dissolved like mist.
He had not merely doubled the number of blades—he had overlapped the power of the Dark Blood Imperial Qi, just as Bu Eunseol had done.
“Surely you didn’t think you were the only one capable of overlapping power?”
Do Hwang.
The great patriarch from four hundred years ago had recognized the flaw in the Dark Blood Imperial Qi—that it could only annihilate a single force—and had devised a secret method to compensate by overlapping power.
He had created this technique long ago.
“Within the limits of martial principle, three overlapped forces are impossible… so your technique reaches only that far.”
It was true.
Bu Eunseol’s Anti-Extreme Heart Method operated on yin and yang qi, so without any special martial secrets.
I could naturally layer the two forces and infuse them into my swordplay.
But that was the limit.
Channeling two or more different forces simultaneously.
That was closer to ‘harmony’—aligning and pouring forth the body’s power with all one’s might.
“Now I shall truly cut you down!”
Peng Ryun, whose eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Bu Eunseol, unfurled the Dark Blood Sealing Path.
Whoosh!
Immediately, saber strikes poured forth with a power incomparable to anything unleashed before.
Martial arts may appear diverse and original in their own right.
Yet when viewed through the broad lens of martial knowledge, they actually share many common categories and do not deviate from principle.
But the martial knowledge of the Eight Emperors and Three Stars is different.
Their martial knowledge possesses power and function that transcend the limitations inherent in martial arts.
And their techniques were grotesque, peculiar, and vicious.
Moreover, Peng Ryun had systematically learned saber techniques since childhood, becoming a master of the Orthodox Sects’ supreme secret—the Five Tiger Severing Blade—which he had perfected.
Add to that decades of combat experience accumulated while traversing the Gangho.
By rights, Bu Eunseol should not have been able to follow such a level.
Crackle! Rumble! Whoosh!
As the two masters collided head-on, the Great Hall trembled with thunderous sound, and waves of true qi rippled outward in all directions.
“Ugh.”
Bu Eunseol let out a groan.
Though I had heightened my power with the dual supreme secrets of Ethereal Divine Qi and Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang, in terms of pure martial knowledge.
The Formless Heavenly Stream Technique could not match the Dark Blood Sealing Imperial Qi.
Especially since the Formless Heavenly Stream Technique was the culmination of Nangya Sect’s sword knowledge—a swordplay designed to develop through fighting strong opponents.
It could not withstand the already perfected Dark Blood Sealing Path.
Slash! Crack!
Wounds began to accumulate across Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
Peng Ryun had abandoned the thought of obtaining the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
In the brief combat, Bu Eunseol was developing and growing in martial knowledge at a terrifying pace.
There was no guarantee what might happen if I continued to drag out the battle.
“I shall kill you at once!”
And such resolve in Peng Ryun’s spirit was reflected in the saber techniques he unleashed.
‘It’s beginning to show.’
Impatience. Fear.
Brilliant radiance emanated from Bu Eunseol’s eyes as I wielded the Ice Soul Blade, drenched in blood.
Because I sensed a crack in Peng Ryun’s saber technique.
‘Has it finally broken?’
Until now, Peng Ryun had displayed flawless, perfect saber techniques.
That was not only because the techniques were superior, but because his spirit was as hard and solid as stone.
But Bu Eunseol had developed martial knowledge at a terrifying rate while fighting.
Upon perceiving that boundless latent potential and exceptional martial aptitude…
Deep within Peng Ryun’s heart, fear and urgency took root.
As his spirit wavered, the flawless techniques he had prided himself on began to crumble.
And finally.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes began to discern the vulnerabilities in Peng Ryun’s relentless onslaught.
Clang! Screech! Crash crash crash.
Bu Eunseol and Peng Ryun continued their endless exchange of moves at point-blank range.
In truth, no matter how briefly I had amplified the power of the Musan Cheonryuship, I could not have matched the Dark Blood Path techniques.
But as Peng Ryun’s spirit fractured, I was able to engage in an equal exchange of offense and defense.
Boom!
At that moment, Peng Ryun unleashed the Dark Blood Path’s thirty-first technique, Concealing Light to Nourish Obscurity, which burrowed into my flank.
It was a bizarre move that blended technique and footwork.
I barely managed to defend, but with a thunderous sound, I was grazed by the footwork and driven back five paces.
Hiss.
Barely halting my momentum, I drew a deep breath.
‘I have not lost yet. Is this the Righteous Path’s limit?’
After steadying my breathing, I analyzed the current state of battle.
Through continued combat with Peng Ryun, I had examined my martial techniques and learned how to layer my ethereal form to increase power.
Through this, I had shattered Peng Ryun’s spirit and brought myself to a state where I could maintain an equal exchange—yet…
I still had not found a way to completely break through that formidable and mysterious technique and claim victory.
‘All that remains are the Blood Dew Seven Techniques and the Thirteen Night Techniques.’
But both martial arts had problems.
In actual combat, I had only demonstrated the Blood Dew Seven Techniques up to the fourth form.
I had never once unleashed the latter three forms.
The reason I had refrained from fully displaying the Blood Dew Seven Techniques thus far was partly to avoid giving Peng Ryun insight—
But more crucially, launching a clumsy attack against a master like Peng Ryun could result in my head being severed instantly.
The Thirteen Night Techniques were no different.
Among all the martial arts I had mastered, I used them least frequently, and my proficiency was low.
Employing crude techniques against a formidable opponent like Peng Ryun would be tantamount to suicide.
As I hesitated thus,
“Caught you!”
Peng Ryun, spotting my opening, cried out in triumph and unleashed his technique with full force.
Whoooosh!
Then, accompanied by a strange sound of air rupturing like a torrential downpour, my vision turned pitch black.
Black sword energy converged from all directions.
The Dark Blood Path’s thirty-first technique, Black Wind White Rain—its ultimate form.
‘I cannot evade.’
Even while facing Peng Ryun, this worst of adversaries, I had unraveled and analyzed far too many thoughts.
It was an attempt to advance my martial techniques during intense combat—
Yet simultaneously, it was a state where I could not concentrate my mind and had allowed my focus to scatter.
In that moment of absolute crisis, time seemed to freeze, and hazy memories surfaced in Bu Eunseol’s mind.
* * *
―I suppose I’m just not cut out for this.
Young Bu Eunseol puffed out her cheeks, her expression downcast as she lowered her head.
Over the years, she had read through countless medical texts her grandfather had brought, studying them until the pages wore thin, and she had heard and absorbed the methods of determining cause of death countless times.
Yet whenever Bu Eunseol cleaned the bodies or attempted to restore them to their former appearance,
she often damaged or marred the corpses.
Those with visible damage or relatively intact remains could be verified, but
decomposed or severely mutilated bodies would crumble no matter how carefully she handled them.
―Seol Ah. You carry far too much within yourself, and you tend to measure everything with your mind alone.
Her grandfather Bu Chanyang gently stroked the head of his beloved granddaughter as he spoke with affection.
―That is a trait of those with keen intellect, yet there are certain things that can never be understood or measured by the mind.
Young Bu Eunseol pouted her lips and grumbled.
―Then how am I supposed to master such things?
―There is no need to master them. Because you already know them, you already see them, and you are already doing them.
Bu Chanyang gazed at Bu Eunseol with eyes full of wisdom.
―Everyone breathes, feels, thinks, and moves as they live. Yet those natural functions are never calculated by the mind one by one.
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
―I don’t understand what you mean.
Bu Chanyang explained calmly.
―If you wish to explore or improve upon things your mind cannot comprehend, simply wipe away the dust that has accumulated on the mirror of your heart.
Bu Chanyang smiled, revealing his white teeth.
―For dust gathers upon the human heart without cease or season.
And he offered Bu Eunseol this counsel:
Observe naturally only the act of cleansing the bodies, but do not judge or interpret with your mind.
Simply feel what stirs within your heart.
Young Bu Eunseol did not understand at all, yet she followed her grandfather’s instruction.
She observed naturally, seeing and hearing, yet did not measure with her mind.
Then something miraculous occurred.
What had seemed impossible despite all effort—the bodies of the deceased that crumbled and broke no matter how carefully she handled them—
she could now cleanse with perfect care and restore them completely to their living appearance.
Just as her grandfather had said, Bu Eunseol had already known.
And she had already mastered both Bu Chanyang’s knowledge and his skilled touch.
But through constantly calculating and studying with her mind… she had rendered herself unable to do it.
* * *
Emerging from her reverie, radiant light flowed from Bu Eunseol’s body.
The blade energy that Peng Ryun had unleashed was already upon her, and now there was no way to evade it.
―For dust gathers upon the human heart without cease or season.
Once more, her grandfather’s voice reverberated through her mind.
Bu Eunseol had already perfectly memorized the incantations of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, which could be called the supreme blade art of Murim.
I observed the Blood Dew Seven Techniques that Gwan Hae Geum and the Unnamed Elder had cultivated throughout their entire lives unfolding right before my eyes.
And I inherited not only Bu Chanyang’s temperament and character, his wisdom, but also his insight.
Bu Eunseol was a perfect vessel capable of unleashing the complete Blood Dew Seven Techniques—a very extension of Bu Chanyang himself.
‘I already know.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes had lost all focus.
Upon attaining profound enlightenment from the memories shared with my grandfather, I had instead fallen into a state of selfless transcendence.
Whoooosh!
In that instant, Peng Ryun’s unleashed sword energy engulfed Bu Eunseol’s body.
Simultaneously, a storm of black demonic energy swirled violently, as if to strip away bone and flesh.
Flash!
Then a brilliant crimson radiance shot upward in a straight line.
Patter, patter.
At the same moment, the sound of water droplets echoed through the Great Hall, and dark crimson smoke spread outward, obliterating the black wind and white rain’s demonic energy.
Sizzle.
Then Bu Eunseol’s figure slowly became visible, head bowed, pouring forth dark crimson energy.
“How is this possible.”
Peng Ryun’s eyes widened in shock.
The one who had been engulfed by the black wind and white rain’s demonic energy was standing perfectly unharmed?
Moreover, the technique just displayed—wasn’t it the first form of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, the Life-Stealing Returning Ghosts technique that he himself knew well?
Crack.
Yet at that moment, cracks spread across the Black Blood Demonic Blade in Peng Ryun’s hand,
Hisssss.
and it vanished like wisps of mist.
Death.
Through the function of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques that wielded the complete realm of death, the Black Blood Demonic Blade was utterly annihilated.
“How is this…”
Peng Ryun’s eyes widened once more.
This was not the demonic technique of Chilji Demonic Sect that he knew.
It was an ability that could never be manifested with the demonic formulas of Chilji Demonic Sect that he possessed.
“Then does that mean the Blood Dew Seven Techniques is a fake.”
The Life-Stealing Returning Ghosts technique he knew possessed no such power.
That meant Bu Eunseol had mastered the true Blood Dew Seven Techniques that he was unaware of.
‘Grandfather.’
Awakening from the state of selfless transcendence, Bu Eunseol saw not Peng Ryun, but the figure of my grandfather.
Bu Chanyang.
The legendary swordmaster of the Demonic Path, created through the Absolute Demon Path Plan, had imparted to Bu Eunseol boundless knowledge and enlightenment.
And upon realizing that I was his very extension,
I finally awakened to the true first form of the genuine Blood Dew Seven Techniques—the true execution of Life-Stealing Returning Ghosts.
And could manifest it immediately.
‘So that is why.’
Bu Chanyang had generously transmitted the Blood Dew Seven Techniques—a method to reach the realm of the Formless Demonic Path—to countless individuals.
After all, those teachings were merely a means to enlightenment.
The true Blood Dew Seven Techniques could only be wielded by Bu Chanyang himself.
“You’ve learned a different form of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques?”
Click.
Without answering Peng Ryun’s cry, Bu Eunseol sheathed the Icy Soul Blade once more.
“Now, let us end this.”
“Hehehehe. Hahahaha!”
Peng Ryun suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
“Yes, yes indeed. Now I can finally contend with the Chilji Demonic Sect.”
Peng Ryun had unleashed every technique at his command, and what remained now was the thirty-second move—the ultimate technique of the Blade’s Deepest Demonism, which embodied all the sword principles of Do Huang.
And it could not be expressed as merely a single technique; it contained the entirety of Do Huang’s sword law refinement.
If Bu Eunseol had perfected the Blood Dew Seven Techniques?
Then he would finally achieve his long-cherished desire—to truly contend against the Chilji Demonic Sect.
Shing.
Peng Ryun drew the blade worn at his waist.
Originally, the swords wielded by the warriors of the Peng Family were straight-backed blades three feet in length and over one foot in width.
But the blade he used was a curved saber, bent like the moon.
Ever since mastering Do Huang’s martial arts, he had abandoned even the Peng Family’s blade.
“Do not let me regret this.”
As Peng Ryun drew upon his full power, the Great Hall began to tremble.
His figure, channeling Dark Acupoint Do Huang energy throughout his entire body to unfold the Blade’s Deepest Demonism,
was as if Do Huang himself had returned four hundred years hence.
‘I already know.’
Bu Eunseol had already clashed with thirty-one of the thirty-two moves of the Dark Acupoint Sword Method.
Therefore, she could anticipate to some degree the final technique Peng Ryun would unfold.
The Nangya Heart’s Eye.
A mystical perception that opens only upon reaching the pinnacle of Nangya Pavilion’s martial techniques—
an ultimate insight capable of absorbing another’s martial arts at a glance or perceiving the techniques about to unfold beforehand.
It was finally showing signs of awakening within Bu Eunseol.

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