The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 511

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Chapter 511.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed with sudden awareness as she felt the extraordinary phenomenon coursing through her body.
How could she possibly comprehend the power and subtlety of Peng Ryun’s ultimate saber technique that he had yet to fully unleash?
‘I’ve grown again.’
A strange exhilaration flowed through her entire being.
Through this battle, she had elevated her martial prowess to yet another level.
A radiant shimmer.
Mysterious luminescence suddenly emanated from Bu Eunseol’s entire form.
She resembled a seeker of the Way, walking alone down a path no one else had taken.
The path she had chosen.
Whether it was the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path, the Dark Way or the Heretical Way—she did not know.
She only wished to make all the power contained within her body truly her own.
“Die!”
Spotting an opening in Bu Eunseol’s stance, Peng Ryun unleashed the first technique of his Saber Heart Extreme Demon.
It was a formidable saber art that transcended the boundaries of martial technique entirely, capable of obliterating not only the underground of the Grand Elder Hall but the entire surrounding region.
Yet to Bu Eunseol’s eyes, briefly illuminated by the Nangya Heart Eye, it was merely a movement riddled with flaws.
‘Grandfather, one day I too shall stand beside you.’
As saber energy spread to engulf the entire world, Bu Eunseol wore a radiant smile.
It was the pure smile she had once shown Bu Chanyang in her childhood.
‘In my own way.’
My own Infinite Heaven Flow, my own sword technique.
Bu Eunseol, who had grasped the first form of the True Life Qi Return technique.
Within this extreme battle, she was evolving her swordsmanship once more, achieving a new leap forward.
A sharp resonance.
As she gripped the hilt of the Icy Soul Sword, its scabbard burned crimson.
The entire world seemed frozen in time, while a storm of red light poured forth around her body.
Finally, the world transformed into flame, and before Bu Eunseol’s eyes appeared Peng Ryun’s arm pouring forth saber energy.
‘Escape—Meteor Chasing Moon!’
A brilliant flash.
The Icy Soul Sword, extending like lightning, became a single crimson streak that was drawn into a circular point.
“Gahhh!”
With a brief scream, blood sprayed upward as Peng Ryun’s right arm fell to the ground.
Using the insights she had accumulated thus far, she had instantly manifested a heart method.
The first technique of the Infinite Heaven Flow—the Breaking Escape form of the Meteor Chasing Moon technique.
‘Though I borrowed grandfather’s saber method.’
Bu Eunseol had utilized Bu Chanyang’s Blood Dew Seven Techniques, which could be called the greatest saber art under heaven.
On the spot, she had created the sword form of the Escape Infinite Heaven Flow technique.
“Ugh.”
With his arm severed, Peng Ryun immediately pressed a Blood Sealing Point.
“How is it possible for you to wield such a sword technique.”
Peng Ryun’s face contorted as he stared at Bu Eunseol with a trembling body.
“Is that truly the Blood Dew Seven Techniques?”
“Blood Dew Seven Techniques?”
Bu Eunseol exhaled sharply through her nose, her voice glacial.
“Had I employed the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, it would not have been your arm that fell—it would have been your neck.”
“That technique just now… it wasn’t the Blood Dew Seven Techniques?”
“Allow me to demonstrate directly.”
A metallic whisper.
Bu Eunseol drew the Bing Hun Sword with deliberate slowness.
Her eyes burned with crimson fury as she looked down upon Peng Ryun.
“Your pathetic techniques cannot even reach the heels of my grandfather.”
“Grandfather?”
Peng Ryun could not gather his wits.
What in the world was this demon spouting?
A violent gust erupted.
In that moment, Bu Eunseol unleashed the Life-Stealing Ghost Technique.
But instead of a sword aura, a dark crimson mist—as if death itself had taken form—poured forth.
The instant Peng Ryun beheld that mist, terror seized him.
For the first time in his existence, he sensed his own mortality with absolute clarity.
“The Way of Do Huang is undefeated beneath heaven!”
Peng Ryun’s desperate cry tore from his throat as he seized his saber with his left hand and unleashed the opening move of Dou Xin Ji Mo with the speed of lightning.
Do Huang, who pursued the Way of the Blade, had indeed created a flawless technique.
The potency of the method, the subtlety of its execution, the perfect timing—
No martial art could stand before the sovereign’s Way, and no evasion was possible regardless of one’s efforts.
Peng Ryun converted the opening move of Dou Xin Ji Mo into the Quick Blade Form, aiming solely to sever Bu Eunseol’s neck.
A brilliant flash.
The light Peng Ryun unleashed grazed Bu Eunseol’s throat.
In that same instant, all the mist surrounding Bu Eunseol vanished.
Drops fell in succession.
Simultaneously, something fell from Bu Eunseol’s Bing Hun Sword.
It was blood, stained crimson.
“So… that truly was the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.”
Peng Ryun’s gaze became vacant, fixed upon the void.
What had descended upon him was no mere technique.
It was the tears of Death itself, bestowing oblivion.
Why would the reaper who deals death to mortals shed tears?
Each time a life flickered and extinguished,
The aspirations one had pursued also dimmed—these were the blood-tears of an absolute blade-master.
“To have conceived such a lethal Way, yet to carry such profound solitude… I cannot fathom it.”
A resonant clang.
Peng Ryun let the scimitar slip from his grasp, his trembling voice barely a whisper.
“Death is so terrifying… Bu Chanyang, why did he….”
Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
Bu Chanyang, who had conceived this deathlike martial art, must have long ago transcended the Heavenly Human Boundary and become Death itself.
Had he wished it, there would have been no one he could not kill.
Then why….
Thud.
A single drop of blood fell from his heart,
Boom.
Peng Ryun collapsed to the ground as if his body had simply given way.
“Was it all merely a dream?”
Those were the last words he left behind.
Even Do Hwang’s martial arts—the most tyrannical and formidable among the Eight Emperors and Three Stars—could not withstand Bu Chanyang’s Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
“Gwan Hae Geum.”
In Bu Eunseol’s mind arose the image of Gwan Hae Geum dying alone and desolate in that cave on Cheon San.
Now that vengeance had been achieved, could he finally rest in peace?
Bu Eunseol kept her eyes closed for a long while, offering prayers for his eternal repose.
* * *
The battle between Neung Bi Hon and Peng Ak was fierce.
Though Peng Ak’s pure martial technique fell slightly short of his younger brother Peng Ryun, he had researched diverse martial arts and undergone powerful bodily modifications.
In sheer martial power, he surpassed Peng Ryun.
Crackle!
Neung Bi Hon, having recovered his body and reached the pinnacle of Thunder Divine Energy, now stood renewed.
He could now freely command all the martial arts of Lei Ling Men.
Yet the Dark Blood Demonic Path Energy, which annihilated true qi martial arts, was nearly opposite in nature to Neung Bi Hon’s power.
No matter how formidable the Thunder Divine Energy he unleashed, it was blocked by the Dark Blood Demonic Path Energy.
The martial arts of Lei Ling Men without accompanying Thunder Divine Energy could threaten Peng Ak, but inflicting a fatal wound proved difficult.
Slash!
Once again, struck by the razor-sharp blade energy, Neung Bi Hon was driven back six paces.
Thanks to the potent Thunder Divine Energy protecting and healing his body, he did not shatter,
Yet with each strike from the Dark Blood Demonic Path Energy, his Thunder Divine Energy diminished, and even the firmness of his spirit wavered.
“They say mistakes are merely repeated, after all.”
Peng Ak sheathed the Black Blood Demonic Blade, his expression leisurely.
“Back then, you thrashed about wildly, yet in the end, you saved no one.”
Peng Ak was deliberately attempting to overturn Neung Bi Hon’s heart.
But he no longer spiraled into madness. For he had long since been mad.
Even if he had recovered a clear and whole mind, he remained consumed by vengeance.
Blaming himself for lacking the strength to save his son and wife.
Slash!
Neung Bi Hon’s body was carved countless times by the Black Blood Demonic Blade, and with each strike, his Thunder Divine Energy drained away in great chunks.
Peng Ak had not only intensely cultivated the Five Orifice Severing Technique but also mastered the Dao Arts of Do Huang, surpassing Neung Bi Hon’s martial prowess.
Moreover, due to the Dark Acupoint Sealing Technique, the Thunder God’s spiritual energy had become useless—no matter what martial arts of the Noe Ryeong Gate he unleashed, it would be futile.
Thud, thud, thud.
Blood was now flowing from Neung Bi Hon’s body.
Had the Thunder God’s spiritual energy been so greatly diminished by the Dark Acupoint Sealing Technique that he could no longer heal his wounds?
“Why isn’t he recovering?”
As Neung Bi Hon’s chest turned crimson, Peng Ak’s expression grew puzzled.
“His Thunder God’s spiritual energy hasn’t been depleted to the point where he can’t heal his body yet.”
He had discerned that Neung Bi Hon still retained over eighty percent of his Thunder God’s spiritual energy.
Yet it seemed strange that he was not mending his wounds.
“To cut you down… I first had to cut down my past self.”
Neung Bi Hon, who had recovered all his lost memories.
He realized that what had tormented his heart all this time was not merely the deaths of his son and wife.
It was the contempt and hatred he harbored toward his own powerlessness—toward himself, who lacked even the strength to protect his family.
If that were so, the first opponent he needed to cut down was not Peng Ak, but himself.
If he could not overcome the hatred and contempt he held for himself, he could never properly wield the power of the Thunder God.
Zing. Rumble.
At that moment, the Great Hall trembled as if struck by an earthquake, and a tremendous shockwave rippled outward.
Peng Ak sensed the faint impact from afar and shook his head.
“That young fellow’s strength seems far from trivial.”
The tremor that had just spread outward.
He had sensed it was the shockwave that erupted when Peng Ryun drew upon his full power and deployed the Dark Acupoint Sealing Technique with all his might.
Which meant that young upstart was a formidable opponent against whom the Dark Acupoint Sealing Technique would not work.
He needed to dispose of Neung Bi Hon quickly and join forces to strike him down.
“Hehehehe. Feeling wronged, are you?”
Peng Ak smiled faintly as he looked at Neung Bi Hon.
He must be seething with unbearable resentment.
For with the Thunder God’s spiritual energy and the martial arts of the Noe Ryeong Gate, he could not even touch a single hair on his body.
In the end, history would repeat itself, and vengeance for his family would remain forever beyond his reach.
“Your body will be put to good use in the main headquarters. To unravel the secrets of that Thunder God’s physique.”
As Peng Ak extended his hand, the interior of the Great Hall darkened, and black tempests howled from all directions.
He deployed the Black Wind White Rain technique to render Neung Bi Hon unable to resist, severing both his martial arts and Thunder God’s spiritual energy.
Then he would immediately sever his neck and cut off his breath.
“Farewell.”
Just as a keen blade of energy was about to cross Neung Bi Hon’s neck,
Ping!
Suddenly Neung Bi Hon released a gust of wind. It was a perfectly round orb.
“Are you trying to imitate Tan Wang?”
Peng Ak let out a hollow laugh and struck it away with the Dark Blood Demonic Blade.
Crack! Whoosh!
Yet it pierced through the Black Blood Demonic Path created by the Dark Blood Sealing Technique in a single breath, embedding itself in his right shoulder.
“Ugh.”
Peng Ak let out a sharp groan and tried to remove the orb lodged in his shoulder.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
But the moment his hand touched it, a pure white radiance erupted forth, accompanied by a sensation as if his body were being consumed by flames.
“What is this?”
“Hundreds of lightning bolts combined with the Ultimate Yang Technique, the Divine Spirit Ranch, and the Hyeol Seok—all fused into one.”
Neung Bi Hon approached Peng Ak slowly, speaking in a low voice.
“I have named it the Heavenly Punishment Jade—an orb containing the punishment of the heavens.”
These were precisely the Divine Spirit Ranch and Hyeol Seok that Neung Bi Hon had been carrying at the Yao Jian Plain.
The hundreds of lightning bolts pouring from the sky had melted these two divine treasures into a single mass, eventually forming two spherical shapes.
Neung Bi Hon had unconsciously gathered them and kept them safe.
Yet this orb contained not only the power of hundreds of lightning bolts that had fallen from the heavens,
but also the pinnacle of the Ultimate Yang Martial Arts that Bu Eunseol had unleashed—the Flame of Absolute Purity True Qi.
And it also held the essence of both the Hyeol Seok and the Divine Spirit Ranch.
Moreover, the hardness of this orb transcended imagination, impervious to any force that might shatter it.
―It is aiding my vengeance.
Upon discovering the immense power contained within the orb, Neung Bi Hon trembled.
These two spheres were sent by his son and wife in the heavens above…
they were instruments of heavenly punishment, meant to slay the Demon who had repeated slaughter through cruel experimentation.
When the battle began, Neung Bi Hon deliberately allowed himself to be struck.
Only by appearing helpless would Peng Ak lower his guard and unleash his decisive blow.
And the moment the opportunity arose, Neung Bi Hon hurled the Heavenly Punishment Jade at Peng Ak.
“Hehehehe.”
Yet Peng Ak laughed with a chuckle.
He gazed at the Heavenly Punishment Jade embedded in his shoulder, then extended his left hand once more.
Whirrrrr.
Black true qi surged forth from his left hand, forming a colossal blade.
He had generated the Black Blood Demonic Path with his left hand.
“Did you think I could only generate the Black Blood Demonic Path with my right hand?”
Peng Ak laughed with supreme confidence.
“Unfortunately, your plan….”
His eyes widened as he spoke.
Boom!
A brilliant white lightning streaked across the void,
sizzle, crackle. Whoooosh.
The Black Blood Demonic Path formed in his left hand vanished in an instant.
Neung Bi Hon unleashed the Ultimate Yin’s Divine Annihilation Lightning, and with a speed that could not be evaded, the Heavenly Punishment Jade was driven into his shoulder once more.
“There were two…?”
Peng Ak’s expression turned utterly bewildered.
“I cannot comprehend this.”
Only then did Peng Ak realize that everything had gone terribly wrong.
“A pearl imbued with such power exists in this world? How can there be an object capable of annihilating the Dark Blood Sealing Emperor’s Qi!”
“My wife and son sent it to me.”
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
As Neung Bi Hon walked forward slowly, his eyes had turned a brilliant white, and his entire body was enveloped in pristine lightning.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
A massive circle suddenly materialized around Peng Ak, and pure white lightning began to descend and coil around his body.
He was pouring the Thunder God’s Qi, now at its absolute peak, directly into Peng Ak’s form.
“You bastard!”
Despair and terror filled Peng Ak’s eyes.
Even if Neung Bi Hon’s Thunder God’s Qi had grown several times more powerful, there should have been no possibility of defeat.
In any form, the Thunder God’s Qi could be dissipated by the Dark Blood Sealing Emperor’s Qi.
Then the outcome would be determined by the subtlety of martial technique. There was no chance that Neung Bi Hon, who had lived as a madman for over a decade, could surpass him.
But something unexpected had occurred.
Neung Bi Hon had brought forth a treasure that did not exist in the Murim, annihilating both the Black Blood Demonic Qi and the Dark Blood Sealing Emperor’s Qi, and subduing him.
“Impossible!”
Drawing upon his inner strength, he forcibly unsheathed the great saber at his waist.
But the power of the Thunder God’s Qi far exceeded his expectations.
Before such overwhelming lightning, no martial technique or skill held any meaning.
Crackle, crackle, crackle! Whoooosh!
Pure white lightning enveloped Peng Ak’s body.
He appeared as though he had become a god commanding the very lightning itself.
Yet in truth, his body was melting away beneath the onslaught of Neung Bi Hon’s Thunder God’s Qi.
Slash, slash, slash, slash!
Peng Ak wielded his blade frantically, but the endless torrent of Thunder God’s Qi passed straight through his body.
Clang.
At last, Peng Ak dropped the great saber and cried out desperately.
“Wait! I will reveal to you the secrets of the Infinite Realm.”
“….”
“The Heavenly Sovereign! I know where the Heavenly Sovereign dwells. If you seek him…ugh, aaaaaaah!”
A horrific scream echoed through the Great Hall.
Peng Ak thrashed in agony, tearing at his own chest.
His fingers became sticky with melting flesh.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
The pain was so unbearable that he wished to writhe upon the ground, yet his body had become rigid as hardened wood.
“Ahhhhh!”
His skin had completely melted away, and now he screamed as nothing but exposed crimson muscle.
“Kill me… Please, kill me!”
Peng Ak, who had cultivated both formidable inner strength and martial mastery befitting a special envoy of the Three Realms, did not perish even as his skin dissolved completely.
Crackle!
As Neung Bi Hon ceased his Thunder God technique, Peng Ak crawled forward with his muscles exposed in raw crimson, pleading desperately.
“Please, kill me. End this.”
Neung Bi Hon had deliberately continued infusing his Thunder God technique to ensure prolonged suffering,
extending his life so the torment would persist far longer.
That way, he could taste this hellish agony for years to come.
“Kill me, please kill me.”
Yet watching Peng Ak writhe in agony stirred memories of his own son’s gruesome death.
His beloved son must have endured this same unbearable pain before he perished.
A tear rolled down.
Neung Bi Hon bit his lip as a single tear fell.
With a dull thud.
In that same moment, a gaping hole tore through Peng Ak’s heart.
Using the Divine Extinction technique, he granted him merciful death.
“Th-thank you….”
Peng Ak breathed his last, leaving only those words behind.
A tear fell.
Neung Bi Hon stared into the void with hollow eyes.
Each time he closed his eyes, he saw the gruesome deaths of his son and wife.
Since that day, he had never slept peacefully for even a single night, never experienced a day without anguish.
And finally… he had avenged his son and wife.
Clink. Rumble rumble.
The pair of Heavenly Punishment Jade stones embedded in Peng Ak’s body fell loose and rolled toward Neung Bi Hon’s feet.
Soaked in blood, the Heavenly Punishment Jade stones crumbled slightly with each roll.
Tap.
The two beads, now reduced to mere fragments, came to rest beneath Neung Bi Hon’s feet.
Whoooosh.
And they slowly dissipated like evaporating mist.
As if his wife and son in the heavens were bidding him a final farewell.
With trembling hands, Neung Bi Hon embraced the smoke-like wisps as they vanished.
“Sob… sob sob sob.”
And there he collapsed, weeping bitterly.
“My son, my beloved son! My love…!”
Overwhelmed by surging sorrow and anguish, his body shook as he wailed.
“Sob sob sob… sob sob.”
Neung Bi Hon had not taken his own life because of the remorse and self-recrimination he felt toward his son and wife.
If he met them in the afterlife without having avenged them, he would have no face to show them.
So he had persisted through that cruel existence, becoming a vengeful spirit wandering Gangho.
Now that his vengeance was complete…
he could meet them in the afterlife with dignity.
“My dear, wait for me. I shall join you shortly.”
Neung Bi Hon closed his eyes.
There were no more regrets.
No—from the moment those two beloved souls departed, his spirit had never truly remained in this world.
Zzzzzzzt!
As he drew his inner power to its zenith, his body turned pale white.
He who could recover his body in an instant through the Thunder God’s technique had but one method to end his life—to sever his own meridians with his own hands.
“Elder Neung!”
At that moment, the doors to the opposite end of the Great Hall burst open, and a gray shadow rushed in with urgency.
Though drenched in blood from head to toe, her eyes burned with worry and concern. It was Bu Eunseol.
“Little sister.”
Turning his gaze toward Bu Eunseol, Neung Bi Hon offered a faint smile.
“I am grateful for all you have done. It is thanks to you that I could achieve my vengeance.”
“Elder Neung! You cannot!”
“Forgive me. I made this resolve long ago. Once my vengeance is complete, I shall go to see my family.”
“Elder Neung.”
Desperate light gleamed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“I beg you, for the sake of this younger sister, reconsider. This younger sister… needs your help.”
Neung Bi Hon offered a hollow smile.
That young prodigy needed no help, nor did he seek any.
She was simply telling such a lie for his sake.
“The kindness you have shown me, I shall repay even as a ghost.”
And just as he was about to sever his meridians,
Crash!
The doors outside the Great Hall burst open violently once more, and a dark shadow came rushing in. It was Dae Gu Hwi.
“Elder Neung!”
Upon seeing Bu Eunseol and Neung Bi Hon, he rushed toward them with joy.
His entire body was covered in wounds, and his robes were soaked with blood.
Though injured, he had achieved a great victory against the masters of the Peng Family and rushed here immediately.
“What… are you about to do?”
Seeing Neung Bi Hon’s eyes filled with tears and Bu Eunseol’s sorrowful expression, Dae Gu Hwi instantly grasped the situation.
“You cannot! Elder Neung!”
Dae Gu Hwi approached Neung Bi Hon and seized both his arms.
“You cannot! Absolutely not!”
“Gu Hwi.”
“Are you not my master, Elder Neung?”
“Forgive me, Gu Hwi.”
Dae Gu Hwi fell to his knees with a desperate expression.
“Do not leave me behind, Elder Neung!”
Clear tears streamed from Dae Gu Hwi’s eyes.
“Please, I’m begging you… Don’t leave me behind.”
His body trembled as he pleaded.
The Young Scholar had endured countless trials without shedding a single tear.
But as Neung Bi Hon moved to end his life without hesitation, the sorrow and anguish he had buried deep within his chest burst forth like a dam breaking.
Tears streamed down.
Tears flowed from Neung Bi Hon’s eyes as well.
Dae Gu Hwi’s wounds were far more severe than expected, with not a single part of him left unscathed.
Yet he had rushed over with joy to show that they had achieved victory.
“Gu Hwi.”
Neung Bi Hon gazed at Dae Gu Hwi with trembling eyes.
If he were to take his own life, that poor child would sink once more into an inescapable abyss of sorrow.
That poor child who had not yet overcome the loss of his mother.
“Brother Neung.”
And as he turned his head.
Deep, elongated eyes gazed upon him.
Even if all the martial artists of Tianxia descended upon him, this was not a man who would flinch.
Yet his eyes were filled with worry and fear that he might make the wrong choice.
“I…”
Neung Bi Hon released the gathered energy he had drawn up. And he offered a smile toward Bu Eunseol.
“Forgive me, brother.”
And he embraced the weeping Dae Gu Hwi.
“Forgive me, Gu Hwi.”
Tears continued to fall.
Large teardrops streamed from his eyes as well.
It seemed he would have to postpone meeting his family in the afterlife for a while.
For now he had a reason to live once more.

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