The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 570

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Chapter 570.
Jisalseong.
This grotesque entity that amplified its power through slaughter
seemed to possess the ability to instantly heal its wounds whenever it consumed human blood.
“Begone!”
Baek Mu Sung unleashed a razor-sharp energy blade with lightning-fast precision at the blood-drinking elder.
[Hehehehe.]
But the elder, as if anticipating the attack, had already shoved the lifeless body of a Team Member into the blade’s trajectory.
‘No.’
Baek Mu Sung’s eyes widened in alarm, immediately withdrawing the energy blade to prevent the corpse from being damaged.
“Tch.”
Retracting an already-released energy blade was a technique only masters of his caliber could accomplish,
but it exposed a critical opening.
[Kachat!]
The elder instantly unleashed a mountain-like energy blast toward Baek Mu Sung’s ribs.
It was the same Sa Ja technique that had caved in the elder’s sternum.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, dust and earth erupted in all directions.
Yet Baek Mu Sung’s body stood firm, radiating a soft golden luminescence.
Fearing his team members would be caught in the crossfire, he had activated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Body Technique to absorb the blow with his own frame.
[Kachat!]
Undeterred, the elder continued unleashing successive palm strikes against Baek Mu Sung’s body.
It was Shaolin’s Hundred Step Divine Fist.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each time the elder’s palms struck Baek Mu Sung’s body, golden radiance flared and bell-like resonance echoed,
Boom!
and the elder’s body was driven backward.
The Vajra Indestructible Divine Body Technique generated rebound force proportional to the enemy’s strength.
No matter what technique the elder employed, he could not kill Baek Mu Sung.
[Kach!]
Finding no other recourse, the elder bared his fangs and began gnawing at Baek Mu Sung.
“Hmph.”
Baek Mu Sung let out a derisive snort.
When the Vajra Indestructible Divine Body Technique reached its peak, even divine weapons could not penetrate it.
Whatever the elder attacked with amounted to nothing more than a tickle.
[Kahahaha!]
Yet the elder, who had been gnawing away while spraying saliva, suddenly erupted in triumphant laughter as if victory were assured.
“Has your mind shattered?”
Baek Mu Sung once more deployed the Dragon Claw Hand, pressing the elder’s vital pressure points with lethal precision.
Since the elder’s movements were far too swift, he sought to capture and subdue it using grappling techniques.
Zing! Zing!
Yet something extraordinary unfolded.
Each time Baek Mu Sung’s Dragon Claw Water technique grazed the old man’s body, didn’t a golden radiance burst forth?
Diamond Indestructible Body Divine Art.
One of Shaolin’s greatest martial techniques manifested from the old man’s form in an instant.
Zing! Zing!
Baek Mu Sung poured forth the Dragon Claw Water with all his might.
Yet the old man, as if he had cultivated the Diamond Indestructible Body Divine Art to its zenith, effortlessly deflected the Dragon Claw Water—a technique possessing power rivaling the finest celestial blades.
‘This is impossible.’
No matter how many eccentric masters existed in this world, to instantaneously absorb another’s martial techniques perfectly?
Had Baek Mu Sung been an ordinary martial artist,
he would have surrendered and fled before this incomprehensible old man’s ability.
But he was Bul Jon’s disciple, and he understood the greatness of Shaolin’s martial arts far too well.
“That cannot be.”
Baek Mu Sung nodded as understanding dawned.
“No matter how formidable a master, they cannot instantaneously replicate our sect’s martial techniques.”
He noticed his wounds were covered with the old man’s saliva.
“He must be using a method of injecting poison through the wounds to seize control of the spirit—creating illusions.”
Whoosh.
The moment he drew upon his inner force, pale smoke began rising from his body.
Sizzle, sizzle.
He maximized his vital energy to check whether the old man’s saliva had introduced toxins or malevolent qi into his body.
[Kahaht!]
The old man seized that fleeting moment, unleashing a turbid battle cry as he closed the distance in an instant.
Then he drove his razor-sharp nails directly toward the heart.
‘Careless!’
Though Baek Mu Sung possessed high martial prowess and abundant combat experience, he had never fought a master with such grotesque abilities.
Snap.
Against the blindingly swift ambush, Baek Mu Sung deployed the Tiger Fang Seizing Tiger Form of the Dragon Claw Water, seizing the old man’s hand with lightning speed.
“Ugh.”
Yet the old man’s strength transcended imagination.
[Khekhekhe.]
As the old man released a grotesque laugh and exerted force, his arm broke through the Tiger Fang Seizing Tiger Form’s power, extending slowly forward.
Despite grasping the wrist with a technique capable of piercing iron, not only did the old man’s nails remain unscathed—they continued boring toward the heart.
Rip.
Just as the old man’s nails tore through Baek Mu Sung’s robes, about to carve out the heart,
Shatter!
A dark, murky blade flew forth with a piercing sound, embedding itself into the old man’s flank.
Thud.
As the old man retreated to evade the blade, it moved like a living creature, following his movements and launching another assault.
“The Muk Hon Sword?”
As Baek Mu Sung watched the scene unfold with a startled expression,
a sharp sound cut through the air.
A white silhouette descended from the heavens beside him. It was Bu Eunseol.
“Brother Baek.”
“How did you—”
As Baek Mu Sung asked in surprise, Bu Eunseol, who was manipulating the blade through internal energy, spoke.
“It is neither poison nor saliva causing this.”
“What do you mean?”
“This entire village is within his domain.”
As Bu Eunseol pointed to the ground, Baek Mu Sung tilted his head in confusion.
“A domain?”
It was an unfamiliar concept.
Yet a master of Bu Eunseol’s caliber would not speak nonsense.
Finding nothing amiss despite his scrutiny, Baek Mu Sung drew upon the Dharma secrets of the Seeing Buddha Scripture from the Prajna Meditation technique, sharpening his perception.
Then he sensed faint black vapor rising from the earth.
It was emanating from the corpses of the dead villagers.
‘Such an ability…’
Baek Mu Sung could not hide his astonishment.
He had believed the old man had merely injected poison.
That incomprehensible forces flowed from the dead bodies, forming a vast domain—this was beyond his wildest imagination.
“Is this sorcery?”
“Whether it is sorcery or something else, I cannot say. But it appears he uses those he has slain as sacrifices to manifest his power within a certain territory.”
“A domain, then.”
The term “domain” was rather unfamiliar to those of the Murim.
Baek Mu Sung regarded the old man with eyes mingling astonishment and bewilderment.
“If we fail to eliminate this Sal Gwi decisively now, countless innocents will perish.”
This Sal Gwi could wield special power through the corpses of his victims, or within the domain where slaughter has occurred…
And the more people he kills, the more his power grows without restraint.
If we fail to eliminate him decisively and he escapes?
Eventually, the Seven Great Units of the Murim Alliance may need to mobilize to execute him.
A tremendous crash!
The old man then struck the Muk Hon Sword that Bu Eunseol had hurled with a violent swipe of his fingernail.
A sharp whistle, then a dull thud.
The Muk Hon Sword, deflected away, returned naturally into Bu Eunseol’s grasp.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol gazed at the radiant inner energy enveloping the Muk Hon Sword and nodded.
Unlike Baek Mu Sung’s attacks, the Muk Hon Sword remained entirely unaffected by the force the old man unleashed.
This was not because the Muk Hon Sword itself was exceptional, but rather because inner energy had been layered across the entire blade to execute the Muk Hon Sword technique.
“Brother Baek. Wrap your entire body in a layer of inner energy. Then you should be able to escape the strange power he displays.”
Baek Mu Sung also nodded upon seeing the radiance of the Muk Hon Sword gripped in Bu Eunseol’s hand.
A deep hum resonated through the air.
He immediately drew upon the Prajna Zen Technique, dispersing his inner energy outward from his body.
A circular brilliance flowed forth, his body grew lighter, and the old man’s movements became clearly visible.
“Leave this one to me.”
“I shall assist as well.”
“I’m not seeking to monopolize the credit—simply observe for now.”
Speaking tersely, Baek Mu Sung immediately launched himself forward, unleashing a torrent of palm strikes toward the old man.
A tremendous boom echoed across the landscape.
As a master of Baek Mu Sung’s caliber unleashed technique after technique in rapid succession like a cascading waterfall, the force was formidable.
A sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
The old man attempted to manipulate Baek Mu Sung using the energy rising from the earth, but with his protective aura in place, it proved futile.
Consequently, the old man could no longer manifest the mysterious power he had displayed earlier—mimicking martial techniques and such.
Successive impacts thundered out.
After absorbing three consecutive palm strikes, the old man was sent flying more than a dozen paces backward.
[Hehehehe. Impressive indeed.]
As the old man rose to his feet, he suddenly spoke in a low, youthful male voice.
Bones crackled audibly.
Simultaneously, the old man’s skeletal frame emitted a series of sharp sounds before suddenly transforming into a muscular physique.
Skin stretched and tightened with a peculiar sound.
The sagging skin finally pulled taut, and the old man had completely transformed into a muscular man.
With snow-white hair streaming about him and violet eyes gleaming brilliantly, the man’s appearance was like a white ghost manifesting in human form.
“So that must be Sal Gwi’s true appearance,” Bu Eunseol remarked.
Baek Mu Sung responded with a quip.
“It’s preferable, at least. When he wore that old man’s guise, I found myself reluctant to engage.”
[Hmm.]
Jisalseong, now in the form of a young man, spoke with a voice far deeper and more resonant than before.
[One is a disciple of Shaolin, and the other wields some bizarre hodgepodge martial art… It seems the Murim Alliance sent them.]
“You were imprisoned your entire life in the Yang Seol Family’s dungeon, or so I’ve heard.”
Bu Eunseol stroked her chin with evident curiosity.
“Did you perhaps learn sorcery there?”
[Yang Seol Rin—I’ve encountered that woman.]
Jisalseong laughed coldly.
[That vicious girl did exactly that. She claimed it was to protect the Murim, spouting such nonsense while imprisoning No Bu.]
“Her words hold truth, do they not? She slaughters even innocent civilians without mercy.”
[Don’t make me laugh. That reckless girl lied.]
Jisalseong’s eyes flashed with intensity.
[The Yang Seol Family are children of demons. They’ve captured not only No Bu but other members of the One Hundred and Eight Stars for experimentation.]
Despite now inhabiting a young man’s body, he continued to refer to himself as No Bu.
It seemed his actual age was considerably advanced.
“Research?”
[Indeed. They likely seek to claim all of their power for themselves.]
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed at this unexpected revelation.
The Yang Seol Family had sworn not to venture into Murim to avoid treading the same path as the Baek Ri Family.
Yet they were capturing not only Jisalseong but other members of the One Hundred Eight Stars for research?
[No Bu intends to topple the vile Yang Seol Family. Thus, he has no choice but to grow stronger.]
“What sophistry. Killing people out of necessity?”
[Say what you will. I shall become a demon myself and slaughter every last one of the Yang Seol Family’s wretches.]
As Jisalseong’s agitation surged, a violet radiance erupted from his entire being, piercing toward the heavens.
‘So there is indeed a secret to concealing Jisalseong’s aura.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed as she watched the energy soar to the sky’s edge.
‘Have I truly misread the celestial signs?’
Was it because of Jisalseong’s words?
Bu Eunseol now found herself doubting Yang Seol Rin’s true intentions.
“No need for lengthy explanations.”
At that moment, Baek Mu Sung fixed Jisalseong with a cold, piercing gaze.
“This creature is a demon who has slain not only Murim practitioners but innocent civilians as well. One careless word from that three-inch tongue, and your mind will scatter like dust.”
Bu Eunseol felt a strange thought cross her mind.
The matter of the Yang Seol Family and the One Hundred Eight Stars was something neither Yong Ban Jeon Ju nor Baek Mu Sung should know.
Upon hearing such talk of the One Hundred Eight Stars and the Yang Seol Family, Baek Mu Sung should naturally have asked what he meant.
Yet he simply called for death without any other reaction.
‘No, since Baek is Bul Jon’s disciple, perhaps he does know of the Yang Seol Family and the One Hundred Eight Stars.’
As Bu Eunseol shook her head,
[Hehehehe. How fitting for a Shaolin disciple to spout such nonsense.]
Jisalseong let out a scornful laugh.
[First, I shall slaughter all of you and finally ease the resentment I have harbored all this time!]
As Jisalseong raised his hand, the black energy emanating from the corpses scattered about began to be absorbed into the earth.
The black energy sinking into the ground
—whoosh, crack!—
suddenly erupted in the form of black whips, surging toward Baek Mu Sung and Bu Eunseol,
as well as the Team Members standing nearby.
Jisalseong could not only obstruct his enemies’ movements or mimic their martial techniques using the power emanating from the corpses he had slain,
but could also use the earth as a medium to directly attack his foes with blade-sharp energy.
“Scatter!”
At Baek Mu Sung’s cry, the Team Members hastily deployed their movement techniques to evade the mist.
But the tendrils pursued them relentlessly, as if alive.
“Aaaagh!”
“Grrgh!”
Bu Eunseol and Baek Mu Sung evaded the black energy with swift movement techniques, but those Team Members who failed to escape lost their limbs.
“Haaah!”
Baek Mu Sung unleashed the profound techniques of Shaolin in rapid succession, attempting to dissipate the black miasma that had taken the form of a lethal aura.
[Futile.]
Jisalseong let out a low chuckle as he spoke.
[The Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura cannot be destroyed by any force.]
When he tried to shatter the dark energy, it scattered like mist, only to immediately reform into an aura as sharp and unyielding as a blade.
Jisalseong, too, was wielding a power that transcended the boundaries of martial arts.
Crash!
The Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura moved like a living creature, attacking without pause.
Baek Mu Sung struggled desperately to defend against it, but pure martial technique alone could not dissipate the Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura.
“Ugh!”
“Kgh!”
In that moment, the Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura pierced through the shoulders and arms of two Team Members like skewers.
No matter how much martial power he poured forth, the Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura passed through all resistance as though it were nothing.
“All of you—leave this village!”
Finally, Baek Mu Sung shouted toward the Team Members.
“Staying will only bring death. That is an order.”
Their martial skills would only hinder rather than help.
Understanding the situation, the Team Members nodded and immediately retreated.
[They cannot escape.]
But Jisalseong sealed off all their escape routes, spreading the Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura further.
Whoooosh!
The fleeing Team Members were soon trapped within the Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura, which had formed into a colossal prison from which there was no escape.
[I held some hope, given they were disciples of Shaolin.]
Jisalseong watched the panicked Team Members with amusement, then laughed mockingly at Baek Mu Sung.
[Your martial arts are remarkably weak in spiritual power.]
All Buddhist martial techniques naturally contain spiritual force within them.
The Seventy-Two Techniques of Shaolin were no exception.
Yet the martial arts Baek Mu Sung displayed contained only the faintest trace of spiritual force.
Buddhist martial arts require the suppression of emotion and the maintenance of a tranquil spirit.
Baek Mu Sung had mastered the profound techniques of Buddhist martial arts, yet he could not restrain his feelings for Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
He now harbored an ardent longing for her, consumed by what could only be called lovesickness.
His heart burned with passionate desire, yearning for her affection.
Because of this, the true power inherent in Buddhist martial arts could not manifest properly in his techniques.
[It is time to bring this to an end.]
As Jisalseong slowly curled his extended fingers, the Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura gradually contracted.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Kyaaaah!”
The Team Members, pierced by the razor-sharp Hundred Spirit Earth-Killing Aura, let out agonized screams.
“Wait!”
Baek Mu Sung rushed forward to save the Team Members.
Crack! Thud thud.
Bu Eunseol drew the Muk Hon Sword and blocked the cascading White Spirit Killing Energy pouring down upon them.
“Baek, take the team members and get out of here. I’ll handle this.”
Bu Eunseol raised the Muk Hon Sword, her voice low and steady.
“Don’t worry. I have the means to counter his sorcery.”
Baek Mu Sung hesitated for a moment, but seeing the team members gasping for breath, he nodded gravely.
“Understood.”
Baek Mu Sung bit his lip.
“Wait just a moment. I’ll be back!”
Whoosh!
He immediately summoned the Wind Riding Technique and escaped this place with the wounded team members.
‘Sagehood Energy works.’
Once Baek Mu Sung and the team members departed, Bu Eunseol’s expression became noticeably more composed as she lowered the Muk Hon Sword.
She unfolded her Sagehood Energy just to be certain, and it was exactly as she had anticipated.
The White Spirit Killing Energy, which dispersed like mist when force was applied to break it, could be severed as easily as paper.
‘So this is why they wanted Sagehood Energy.’
In the Infinite Realm, they had researched methods to artificially create Sagehood Energy, and in doing so, even kidnapped Neung Bi Hon’s son and subjected him to cruel experiments.
If that were the case, then the Three Realms truly…
Had they been creating artificial inner cores all this time to prepare for beings like Jisalseong to emerge in the Murim?
If so, had they been trying to protect the Murim from the One Hundred and Eight Stars?
[Ho.]
Jisalseong let out an exclamation, observing Bu Eunseol.
[So the Murim Alliance’s foot soldiers do have hidden trump cards.]
However, he seemed not to have detected the Sagehood Energy permeating the Muk Hon Sword, tilting his head with a peculiar expression.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed as she watched him.
‘I cannot let it be discovered that I possess Sagehood Energy now.’
She could sense it instinctively.
Jisalseong had not revealed all his power either, and there were hidden techniques he possessed.
Therefore, she must conceal her Sagehood Energy until the perfect opportunity presented itself.
“Does the Yang Seol Family have another One Hundred and Eight Star besides you?”
According to Jisalseong’s words,
the Yang Seol Family was confining and experimenting on the One Hundred and Eight Stars to obtain all their power.
And contrary to the legends passed down, the Yang Seol Family was conducting their Murim activities in secret.
This led her to wonder—had they already imprisoned a considerable number of the One Hundred and Eight Stars?
[Of course. We’ve been capturing all the One Hundred and Eight Stars worth having as power.]
At Jisalseong’s answer, Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.
‘Then she was lying.’
Bu Eunseol’s mind began to spin at the speed of light.
Generally, if one of two people was lying, one would assume the other was telling the truth.
‘No. Both could be lying.’
But Bu Eunseol’s perspective was different.
Just because Jisalseong’s words were true didn’t mean Yang Seol Rin’s were false.
In other words, there was also a possibility that both of them were lying.
“Where is the Yang Seol Family?”
Bu Eunseol asked.
“Where are they located?”
Understanding Bu Eunseol’s meaning, Jisalseong burst into laughter.
[Hehehehe. How amusing.]
“Speak.”
A crimson gleam flickered in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“Tell me, and I’ll send you to the Yang Seol Family without severing your head.”
[Hahahaha!]
Jisalseong nodded.
[Fine. I’ll tell you.]
As he answered, he subtly manipulated his qi.
Whoosh!
A dark, razor-sharp killing force shot forth like a cannonball, piercing into Bu Eunseol’s body.
Boom!
As Bu Eunseol’s body was driven back roughly six paces by the explosive impact,
Whoooosh!
As if waiting for this moment, a torrent of dark killing force erupted from behind him like a razor blade, engulfing his body.
What appeared through the billowing dust
was the shadow of Bu Eunseol, her body pierced through by the spear-like sharpness of the White Spirit Killing Force.
[Hahaha!]
Jisalseong laughed heartily, baring his sharp fangs.
Whoosh.
But as the dust cleared with a gentle breeze, the expression on his face, which had been twisted in wild laughter, froze solid as ice.
The White Spirit Killing Force was sharp enough to pierce through steel a foot thick as if it were tofu.
Yet it had only torn through her garment and stopped there—nothing more.

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