The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 585

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Chapter 585.
Yang Seol Rin, who had rushed to Yang Zhou following Cheon Sal Seong’s aura, wore an expression of utter disappointment.
“It wasn’t Jisalseong’s aura after all.”
The figure she had been pursuing, believing all along that it was Jisalseong’s presence, turned out to be someone entirely different.
Having consumed massive quantities of the Demonic Spirit Pill that induced murderous frenzy, this person had slaughtered countless innocent civilians in a single massacre.
“No matter how many Demonic Spirit Pills one consumes, or how many mass murders one commits, it’s impossible to emit Jisalseong’s aura.”
Yang Seol Rin shook her head.
Merely imitating Jisalseong could never produce the genuine aura of Jisalseong.
Which meant—
Though the exact reason remained unknown, there had to exist some secret technique capable of mimicking Jisalseong’s aura.
“A secret to deliberately obscuring one’s celestial aura….”
Yang Seol Rin’s eyes narrowed.
The Yang Seol Family trained relentlessly from childhood to read celestial auras.
And only those capable of perceiving celestial auras could venture into the Gangho.
Yet she had never heard of any method to deliberately deceive or conceal the aura within one’s body.
If such a secret technique truly existed, wouldn’t everything she had learned become utterly useless?
‘There’s no helping it.’
Having drawn a blank, Yang Seol Rin was in the process of activating her intelligence network to capture Jisalseong once more when she received startling news.
Sal Gwi, who had crossed over from Cheong Hae, was not in Nan Ju but in Sichuan.
And the Murim Alliance’s elite divisions—the Jeol Jeong Dae and Cheon Jeol Team—had slain him.
“Impossible.”
Yang Seol Rin shook her head.
Jisalseong possessed a bizarre power that could never be eliminated through martial prowess alone.
She had to verify the severed head to confirm whether the one truly killed was Jisalseong.
Otherwise, she could not complete her mission.
Whoosh.
She immediately unleashed her movement technique.
Unlike the common movement techniques of Murim, she did not propel herself by pushing off the ground; instead, she lifted her body three feet above the earth and shot forward through the air.
Swish.
After traveling day and night without rest, she discovered a vast field below, with a cool stream flowing beside it.
“I should rest for a moment.”
She halted her movement technique and sat briefly in a thatched shelter built at the field’s edge.
Gazing at the blue sky, Yang Seol Rin shook her head.
“Surely that day hasn’t come yet.”
Her expression darkened.
When Cheon Am Seong appears, the sky becomes shrouded in chaos, making it impossible to read celestial auras.
And when all one hundred and eight stars emerge into the world…the world itself will reach its final destruction.
“I’m uneasy.”
Unlike when she had departed from the Yang Seol Family, the celestial aura was changing rapidly.
Clearly, some calamity was occurring somewhere.
“What on earth could be the reason….”
Her eyes grew even darker.
There were still many hidden forces that had not revealed themselves to the Murim.
And if they all appeared at once… it would be no different than the end of the world itself.
Because they would never acknowledge each other’s existence. They would choose mutual destruction over coexistence.
Boom!
At that moment, a thunderous sound erupted from the distant sky, and a single island platform that split the Half-Sky descended beside Yang Seol Rin.
The figure wore a black martial robe embroidered with ornate patterns, with an ordinary sword at their waist.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“Oh? What brings you here?”
Yang Seol Rin smiled warmly as she looked at Bu Eunseol.
“Did you come because you missed me?”
“Your whereabouts have been exposed.”
“What?”
“The intelligence network operated by the upper echelons of the Murim Alliance is tracking you. Leave this place at once.”
Bu Eunseol had asked Yang Seol Rin many things, and she had answered with sincerity.
She had requested more favors in return, but Bu Eunseol had only provided intelligence networks and military forces.
This had weighed on her mind all along.
In the midst of this, I heard that all matters concerning Jeok Cheon Mak Ji had been resolved well, and just as I was about to return to the Demon Palace with peace of mind.
Someone among the leadership of the Murim Alliance had mobilized Man Gyeong Jeon and a secret organization, and I learned that Yang Seol Rin’s whereabouts had been discovered.
Sensing that trouble had arisen, I tried to alert her to the danger through Sa Hon Dae.
But having lost track of Jisalseong, she had escaped the intelligence network of Sa Hon Dae and was acting independently, so I could not relay the message.
In the end, I had no choice but to personally track her movements and deliver the warning myself.
“The Murim Alliance is chasing me?”
“Yes.”
“What does it matter? I’ve never even clashed with them.”
“That is the nature of the Murim Alliance.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with utmost gravity.
“The fact that someone among the leadership has secretly sent pursuers means this is absolutely not a favorable situation.”
When I returned from Yeol Ha Sung Palace, the intelligence organization of the Murim Alliance had moved to track me as well.
In fact, they were an assassination unit.
If Neung Bi Hon had not arrived at that moment… I would have had to abandon the identity of Seon Woo Jin long ago.
“My, the successor of the Demon Palace certainly understands the workings of the Murim Alliance organization well?”
As Yang Seol Rin sent a piercing gaze, Bu Eunseol changed the subject.
“In any case, it would be best to avoid them.”
“I appreciate the thought, but it’s fine. Let me see what those people are up to.”
Bu Eunseol felt helpless.
It was not enough to mobilize all the intelligence networks of Sa Hon Dae to keep her from danger.
I had worn through iron shoes searching everywhere before finally finding her.
Yet Yang Seol Rin regarded the pursuit of the Murim Alliance as casually as if the Black Gang were merely paying a courtesy visit.
“Very well, then do as you wish.”
As I turned to leave, I let out a small sound of realization.
“There is one thing I wish to ask.”
“Something you wish to ask?”
Yang Seol Rin suppressed a smirk.
“Questions just pop into your head whenever you see me? Why do you always ask questions? You haven’t done anything for me either.”
“That’s precisely why I’ve come all this way to find you. To repay a debt.”
“Well… fine. What is it?”
“Jisalseong mentioned that the Yang Seol Family has been capturing the One Hundred and Eight Stars and conducting experiments on them.”
“Experiments?”
“Indeed. Is it true?”
I spoke with utmost gravity.
“Spare me the talk of protecting Murim and such nonsense. I am merely curious about the truth.”
“What is this? You have connections to the Murim Alliance?”
“What are you talking about?”
Yang Seol Rin’s eyes gleamed.
“You were asking about the Murim Alliance organization earlier, and now this Jisalseong—rumor has it that Bul Jon’s disciple killed him. You’re speaking as if you witnessed it yourself.”
‘Have I underestimated her?’
Until now, Yang Seol Rin had only shown an unpredictable side.
She hadn’t appeared particularly shrewd or observant. But now I realized she had been deliberately concealing such qualities.
“Of course.”
I answered calmly without hesitation.
“From my position, I must always keep a close watch on the movements of the Murim Alliance. The leadership of Bon Jeon also maintains covert intelligence networks regarding the Alliance.”
“Ah, I see.”
Yang Seol Rin simply waved her hand dismissively, showing no intention of responding.
I pressed the matter persistently.
“Answer me. Is it true?”
“Are you insane?”
Yang Seol Rin spoke while scratching the scar on her neck.
“How could we possibly capture all the One Hundred and Eight Stars? And what kind of experiments are you even talking about?”
Her eyes were clear and resolute.
Having reached the pinnacle of the Demonic Path, my instincts were exceptionally sharp.
‘She doesn’t seem to be lying.’
This was incomprehensible.
Of course, Jisalseong lying didn’t necessarily mean Yang Seol Rin wasn’t lying.
But then… did that mean Jisalseong wasn’t lying either, and Yang Seol Rin wasn’t lying either?
‘She is young. She may genuinely not know the internal affairs of the Yang Seol Family.’
“Very well.”
Having organized my thoughts, I spoke with measured composure.
“Then tell me the location of the Yang Seol Family.”
“Why?”
“I need to verify it myself to know the truth, don’t I?”
“Hahaha.”
Yang Seol Rin laughed hollowly.
“Are you trying to impersonate the Supreme Master of Murim right before me? You want me to destroy the Main House’s rules that have been upheld meticulously for centuries?”
Yang Seol Rin spoke with her eyes blazing.
“Is this how you repay my kindness? By doing a few favors for me?”
When Bu Eunseol said nothing, Yang Seol Rin’s expression turned cold.
“Give up. If you could have found the Main House by tracking my movements, its location would have been exposed long ago.”
“….”
“I simply haven’t been erasing my tracks intentionally right now.”
“I’m making my point quite clearly.”
“What?”
“If I capture you, wouldn’t it be considerably easier to locate the Yang Seol Family’s headquarters?”
In that instant, she blinked as if realizing something.
“Could it be that the Murim Alliance is searching for me to learn the Main House’s location?”
“Possibly. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have mobilized such an extensive intelligence network.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with her arms crossed.
“A legendary figure of Murim from the Yang Seol Family has appeared—I would have ordered the masters of Ben Jeon to capture her as well.”
“Surely not.”
Yang Seol Rin shook her head, dismissing the ominous premonition.
“Why would they do such a thing?”
“The Murim Alliance….”
Just as Bu Eunseol was about to open her mouth and answer,
Gooooo.
Suddenly, all the air in the world seemed to be sucked upward into the sky, and time, which had been flowing rapidly, now felt as though it were moving in extreme slow motion.
At the same moment, every hair on Bu Eunseol’s body stood on end.
Instinct. She had sensed the arrival of an enormously formidable opponent.
‘I must escape quickly.’
Just as Bu Eunseol was about to open her mouth while looking at Yang Seol Rin,
“One more to capture.”
A faint voice, distinctly audible at her ear, sent a chill down Bu Eunseol’s spine.
She hadn’t precisely detected the presence—she had sensed the formidable opponent through instinct alone.
That distance must have been at least three hundred paces away.
Yet in the blink of an eye, there was someone who had deceived her senses and approached so close?
Bu Eunseol turned her body with a tense expression.
Then she could see a silhouette standing prominently near the hillock.
‘Baek Ri Mu Jo!’
Bu Eunseol’s heart pounded violently.
The figure who had deceived her senses and appeared suddenly.
He was none other than Baek Ri Mu Jo, the leader of the Sungwi Unit.
“Since we walk different paths, there is no need for pleasantries.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo alternated his gaze between Bu Eunseol and Yang Seol Rin, his expression shifting to one of understanding.
“So you were companions. Well, that hardly comes as a surprise.”
Bu Eunseol clenched her fists tightly.
Though he spoke with leisurely calm, a pristine white aura began surging forth from Baek Ri Mu Jo’s body.
Without further words, it was clear he had resolved to subdue both her and Yang Seol Rin.
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath.
Baek Ri Mu Jo was renowned for his epithet of the Holy Sword, known for wielding a solemn and dignified blade technique.
Yet the momentum he displayed now emanated a murderous intent so terrifying it evoked memories of Ak Moo Ryung—was it not?
‘And this is not even his true form.’
Bu Eunseol recognized that Baek Ri Mu Jo concealed not only multiple facets of himself.
But his latent potential and martial prowess seemed boundless.
‘This confrontation cannot be avoided.’
“Go.”
Bu Eunseol whispered softly to Yang Seol Rin as she drew the Muk Hon Sword.
“I shall hold him back.”
It was not because she found Yang Seol Rin beautiful.
If she were to die by Baek Ri Mu Jo’s hand, the clue to pursuing the Yang Seol Family would vanish forever.
She was staking her life to send her away.
“Very well.”
Yang Seol Rin, having discerned Bu Eunseol’s true intentions, nodded her head.
She too could sense it.
That Baek Ri Mu Jo was an extraordinarily formidable opponent, and that Bu Eunseol was wagering her life.
“With this, let us consider our debt settled.”
Whoosh!
Yang Seol Rin immediately launched herself forward.
Rumble!
Yet something strange occurred.
As she unfolded her movement technique to depart, a white current suddenly surged forth within a seventy-zhang radius around them—did it not?
“Ugh.”
She attempted to break through the current, but it was as solid as iron.
Whoosh!
As she spun her body and poured her force downward, a massive crater opened beneath her.
She was attempting to pierce through the current using an earth-escape technique.
Pop!
Having descended into the crater, she soon emerged back onto the surface.
Not only above but below as well—everything was sealed shut, was it not?
“If I cannot escape, then I must break through.”
Yang Seol Rin extended her hand.
A mountain-like accumulation of internal force cascaded down, tearing through the formation. Or rather, it should have.
Despite unleashing power capable of rending steel asunder, the white aura remained impenetrable—how could this be?
“The Adamant White Star Guardian Formation?”
The Orthodox Sects’ formations were designed to encircle and suppress enemies, combining the martial power of those who deployed the formation.
They could also preempt defensive positions and seal escape routes through various tactical applications.
However, for such formations to function properly, they required warriors of comparable internal cultivation levels gathered together.
Yet the Seven Great Units employed unique formations that transcended such limitations.
In particular, the Sungwi Unit’s Adamant White Star Guardian Formation was not designed to easily strike down or defeat enemies.
Its sole purpose was to confine the enemy within the formation itself.
Because Baek Ri Mu Jo stood within the formation.
Since Baek Ri Mu Jo could handle any adversary, they had created a formation solely for his benefit.
“Tch.”
As Yang Seol Rin bit her lip,
A metallic whisper.
Baek Ri Mu Jo drew his blade.
The air within the formation instantly evaporated, and a suffocating tension permeated the space.
“If you cannot break it, simply stand back.”
Should I attempt to clumsily shatter the formation in this situation, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword would sever my throat in an instant.
A metallic click.
I raised the Muk Hon Blade before Yang Seol Rin.
“And do not dare interfere in this duel.”
“Don’t worry. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.”
Bu Eunseol and Baek Ri Mu Jo had already become one blade, emanating a razor-sharp momentum that extended to the very edge of the heavens.
If Yang Seol Rin were to clumsily intervene within a formation spanning dozens of zhang?
That terrifying aura would instantly bring calamity upon her body without a moment to evade.
“Hmm.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo, observing Bu Eunseol, smiled faintly.
He merely raised the corners of his mouth without any other movement.
Yet suddenly, a sword aura as massive as a mountain range descended upon Bu Eunseol’s head like a thunderbolt.
Crash!
Instinctively raising the Muk Hon Blade to block, the explosive sound sent waves of true energy spiraling outward as a tempest.
Crackle.
Simultaneously, the Thunder Divine Technique naturally activated within Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was not a matter of being overwhelmed in internal force.
When a mysterious power extended from Baek Ri Mu Jo’s blade and burrowed into the meridians, the Thunder Divine Technique within my body activated of its own accord.
“So you have mastered an internal cultivation method imbued with Wind and Thunder essence.”
Fortunately, the Thunder Divine Technique had not fully activated.
Baek Ri Mu Jo believed that Bu Eunseol had mastered an internal cultivation method containing Wind and Thunder essence.
Such techniques were common in the Demonic Path, after all.
‘Fortunate indeed.’
Through the battles Bu Eunseol had endured thus far, I had come to sense that the foreign qi within my body could become my final trump card.
If I could not kill Baek Ri Mu Jo and all his subordinates, I would need to conceal the power of this foreign qi as much as possible.
“Then accept this.”
Ching!
Baek Ri Mu Jo lightly pushed away their crossed blades and swung his sword with a graceful motion.
Crash! Bang!
Though his movements were fluid, the power contained within his blade seemed capable of shattering the heavens and splitting the earth.
The two exchanged sword strikes at a distance so close their noses nearly touched, continuing their offensive and defensive dance.
Boom!
Once again, blade met blade.
This time, a deafening roar as if the entire world were being torn asunder accompanied the shockwave of inner force spreading outward.
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword strikes were as heavy as Mount Tai, layered with unfathomable power.
With each collision of blades, the shockwave of inner force rippled outward for dozens of zhang, and a tempest capable of sweeping away the entire world descended upon them.
‘He is formidable.’
Cold sweat trickled down Bu Eunseol’s spine.
Never once in all my previous battles had I unleashed my inner force at full power.
Yet Baek Ri Mu Jo’s blade grew heavier with each exchange, and the layered power intensified.
Whoosh.
Before I knew it, I was already channeling eighty percent of my power.
At this rate, I would soon need to employ one hundred and twenty percent of my strength.
Yet Baek Ri Mu Jo appeared to be using only thirty or forty percent of his power, maintaining an expression of utter calm.
‘His inner force cultivation surpasses mine.’
Just as Bu Eunseol was about to double her power once more in response to this incomprehensible situation,
Screech!
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s white blade pierced through my defense and grazed my cheek.
As Bu Eunseol gazed upon the white-gleaming blade, sudden understanding flooded through me.
‘That’s it.’
Ever since Baekrimujo appeared, Gyeonbaekseongwijin had spread throughout this area.
Yet Bu Eunseol had only sensed Baek Ri Mu Jo’s presence—not that of his subordinates.
In other words, Baek Ri Mu Jo had not brought his subordinates to deploy the formation together.
He came here alone and deployed formations similar to those of Jian Bai and Cheng Wei Jin.
‘He intended to move swiftly without coordinating with his team members, to capture Yang Seol Rin.’
Bu Eunseol’s gaze flickered toward the white blade Baek Ri Mu Jo wielded.
‘Then that blade must be something similar to a dharma artifact.’
In Murim, there exist various dharma artifacts imbued with multiple functions.
Baek Ri Mu Jo had undoubtedly embedded the function of a formation into that white blade.
Slash!
In the meantime, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s blade found an opening in Bu Eunseol’s defense.
Boom!
Bu Eunseol parried the attack with the Muk Hon Blade, but my body was driven back three zhang.
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s expression remained composed, yet the power infused within his sword strikes grew even more formidable.
It was as though I were facing a monster whose strength multiplied infinitely.
‘This is actually advantageous.’
I surged my true energy to its maximum.
My plan was to shatter Baek Ri Mu Jo’s white sword—which contained the essence of his formation—thereby breaking the formation and enabling Yang Seol Rin’s escape.
Crash! Boom!
Moreover, sword strikes as massive as Mount Tai poured down relentlessly at close range.
Yet my weapons never clashed against his even once.
A strange force erupted from Baek Ri Mu Jo’s white sword, evading every collision of our blades.
‘Is the gap in this divine technique truly so vast?’
I bit my lip.
Recently, my dependence on divine techniques during combat had grown dangerously high.
Whether through sorcery, formations, or any martial art—whenever I channeled the Crystal Divine Technique and Thunder Divine Technique together, a power emerged capable of shattering any martial technique into fragments.
But now, facing a formidable opponent like Baek Ri Mu Jo with my divine techniques sealed, even my martial prowess felt diminished alongside them.
‘Since when have I relied upon such power as divine techniques?’
I had devoted my life to perfecting my martial arts, determined never to lose to anyone.
And to avoid treading the path others had walked, I had even suppressed the manifestation of the Limitless Equal Angles.
‘I do not lose.’
Had I been an ordinary person,
I would have unhesitatingly wielded the formidable power flowing through my body to face Baek Ri Mu Jo.
But I was different.
I remained vigilant against convenience.
I refused to follow the paths others had taken.
I pursued the ultimate way of martial arts.
And I would not be consumed by power.
This choice of mine would later transform not only my life but even the balance of Murim itself—though I did not know it then.
‘I will settle this through martial technique alone.’
As I cried out inwardly,
Crack.
Something solid shattered with that sound.
Zing.
A pale golden aura rippled across my eyes.
As I drew forth the culmination of all the martial techniques I had mastered thus far, my gaze transformed to resemble that of In Ma Ak Moo Ryeong—said to be the strongest among Samma.

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