The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 586

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Chapter 586.
Nangya Heart Eye.
Stimulated by Baek Ri Mu Jo’s overwhelming martial prowess, the Nangya Heart Eye—the pinnacle of practical martial arts—manifested unconsciously within me.
Boom!
In that instant, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword strike cleaved through Bu Eunseol’s body once more.
It carried the force of all the world’s power and descended with the speed of lightning striking earth.
Yet with the perception granted by the Nangya Heart Eye, I could see its trajectory with perfect clarity.
‘Shatter it!’
Flash!
Simultaneously, violet lightning erupted from the Muk Hon Sword in a diagonal pattern.
The ultimate swift killing blade—the Cheon Roe Mu Ssang Technique unfolded.
Screech!
Yet Baek Ri Mu Jo, as if predicting the sword path of the Cheon Roe Mu Ssang Technique,
immediately unleashed overwhelming force to twist the trajectory of the lightning-swift killing blade.
But that movement was already anticipated by me.
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
The Cheon Roe Mu Ssang Technique, deviating from its path, changed direction four times in mid-air before boring toward Baek Ri Mu Jo’s neck.
I instantly transformed the Cheon Roe Mu Ssang Technique into the Nine Dragons Lightning Technique, bisecting
the center of Baek Ri Mu Jo’s body with a new killing blade.
Clang!
With a peculiar metallic resonance, the Muk Hon Sword and the white blade froze in mid-air.
To be precise, the Muk Hon Sword,
like a salmon swimming upstream against the current, had found the flaw in the sword technique Baek Ri Mu Jo unleashed,
piercing exactly the most vulnerable point—the middle of the blade itself.
“Hmm.”
In that moment, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s eyes changed.
“Interesting.”
He gazed at me and narrowed both eyes into a smile.
At first glance, it was an exquisitely refined smile, yet within those narrowed eyes flickered a white killing intent,
as if a demon with white pupils were laughing.
“Concealing your power and settling this with martial technique alone… How admirable.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo had discerned that I was fighting with my trump cards sealed, relying solely on martial technique.
“Did you ascend to the position of advisor to the Four Gods Seven Kings by mere fortune…?”
As Baek Ri Mu Jo spoke, black smoke seemed to spread in all directions.
“…or not?”
Boom!
As his words ended, a tremor that shook the earth itself was felt.
Simultaneously, sword energy poured down upon my head.
‘I cannot discern the sword path.’
Though sword strikes rained down upon my head, I could not sense the trajectory.
No, I couldn’t even tell if Baek Ri Mu Jo had unsheathed his blade technique at all.
Boom!
In the end, Bu Eunseol immediately retreated backward.
Then Baek Ri Mu Jo took another step forward.
Boom!
With a tremendous tremor, sword energy poured down upon Bu Eunseol’s body once more.
But it was invisible to the eye, and even with my sword, I could not predict its trajectory.
In the end, sensing that I could not block this attack either, I retreated backward.
“Hehehehe.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo chuckled lowly and continued walking forward, one step at a time.
Boom! Boom!
With each step he took, an invisible and lethal strike came flying, and I kept retreating backward.
The sword energy was invisible, and I could not sense where it was aimed or what sword technique had been unleashed.
Of course, with such distance, I could endlessly evade backward… but if I continued to retreat repeatedly?
Psychological intimidation would set in, and I would be forced to acknowledge an unbridgeable gap in martial prowess.
‘Despair.’
I suddenly recalled Wang Gyeol of the Iron Craftsman Guild, who had been defeated by Peng Ak after mastering Do Huang’s supreme technique.
When Peng Ak fought Wang Gyeol, he deliberately employed a tactic to greatly exaggerate the gap in martial skill.
Ultimately, Wang Gyeol spent his entire life in despondency and despair, unable to overcome Peng Ak.
And Baek Ri Mu Jo as well.
Using such a tactic, he was ensuring that I would never be able to stand against him for the rest of my life.
‘A pathetic ploy.’
Zing!
In that instant, the world seemed to freeze, and the blade spirit of the Muk Hon Sword began to glow crimson.
A killing sword technique of certain death—one that could show death to the eye before striking.
I had unleashed the Tal Yu Seong Chu Wol Style.
“Hmph.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo snorted and unleashed another invisible sword strike.
But my target was not Baek Ri Mu Jo’s neck.
Clang!
With a clear metallic ring, a massive shockwave spread in all directions.
I had struck Baek Ri Mu Jo’s blade spirit with the Muk Hon Sword once more.
Crash!
At the same time, a barrier of black true energy wrapped around my body.
By striking his sword with the Muk Hon Sword instead of defending, I had forgone protection.
Therefore, I immediately deployed the Yeo Ui Jin Gyeol to receive the invisible sword strike that Baek Ri Mu Jo unleashed with my body.
Bang!
With the explosion, I was pushed back about three paces to the side.
“Ptui.”
But soon, spitting out a clot of blood through the dust, I walked forward with calm eyes.
“Let us try again.”
Though my warrior’s soul trembled with anticipation, Baek Ri Mu Jo smiled serenely and swung his blade once more.
Clang!
This time, it was different.
Bu Eunseol, standing motionless in place, deflected his invisible sword strike effortlessly.
“…So that was it.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo gazed down at his treasured sword.
“Quite a sturdy blade indeed.”
Unable to sense Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword strike, Bu Eunseol deliberately collided the Muk Hon Sword with his treasured blade.
After striking the white treasured sword twice, microscopic fractures—invisible to the naked eye—formed along its blade.
From these hairline cracks, an extremely faint sound of air rupture leaked out.
Through this, Bu Eunseol could suddenly perceive Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword energy, which she had been unable to see or sense until now.
“Somewhat disappointing.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo clicked his tongue, regarding Bu Eunseol.
“What a shame that such talent as yours flows toward the Demonic Path.”
“Why do you prolong this?”
Bu Eunseol, realizing that Baek Ri Mu Jo was deliberately extending the duel, asked.
“It would be better to unfold your sacred sword and end this quickly.”
“Because it is enjoyable.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo stretched his rather full lips into a wide smile.
“When else might I encounter martial talent such as yours?”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes wavered.
Baek Ri Mu Jo was someone far more obsessed with martial arts and life-or-death combat than even I was.
“Now that I think of it, I cannot comprehend it.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo tilted his head.
“Why you would avoid the duel and seek an opportunity to flee. You could gain far greater fame and power by killing this lord.”
In the past, Bu Eunseol would have engaged without hesitation.
But not now.
If I were to lose this duel, Yang Seol Rin would be captured.
She might even be tortured mercilessly or killed.
“I see.”
Only then did Baek Ri Mu Jo discern Bu Eunseol’s thoughts, and he shook his head.
“I did not know you were so affectionate.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo, who had been observing Yang Seol Rin standing thirty paces back, nodded.
“I shall let her go.”
Whoosh.
The moment his words ended, all the transparent currents of energy that had sealed the area vanished.
“Did the Murim Alliance not order you to capture her?”
Bu Eunseol asked, puzzled, and Baek Ri Mu Jo offered a faint smile.
“Though it is regrettable that such an opportunity crumbles away… it cannot be helped. A greater pleasure stands before me now.”
‘An opportunity.’
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s answer was cryptic and evasive.
She could not discern whose orders he followed, nor why he sought to take Yang Seol Rin away.
“Go at once.”
Once the formation dispersed, Bu Eunseol spoke to Yang Seol Rin.
“That way, I can fight freely as well.”
Though her tone was matter-of-fact, her words were considerate, allowing Yang Seol Rin to depart with ease.
Yang Seol Rin, who had glared fearfully at Baek Ri Mu Jo, nodded to Bu Eunseol.
“Next time….”
She whispered softly and tenderly.
“…I’ll take you with me. To our home.”
She understood as well.
The probability of Bu Eunseol’s victory was slim.
Yet on the other hand, she believed.
That he would not fall.
So she spoke of seeing him again—next time, she would take him to her home.
“Very well.”
When Bu Eunseol replied calmly, Yang Seol Rin broke into a radiant smile.
That smile was dazzling and beautiful, like morning sunlight dispelling the darkness.
Whoosh!
In an instant, she unfurled her technique and vanished above the Half-Sky.
“Then shall we truly begin?”
The moment Yang Seol Rin departed, Baek Ri Mu Jo nodded slightly.
Among the Seven Lords, he possessed unparalleled martial prowess—
A man who revealed neither joy nor sorrow.
Even the depth of his martial arts remained unfathomable.
‘Then….’
Only now did Bu Eunseol realize the probability was very high that he was the murderer who had killed his grandfather.
“I have a question.”
“A final testament?”
“Think of it as you wish.”
“Go ahead.”
Bu Eunseol took a deep breath and fixed his gaze upon Baek Ri Mu Jo’s eyes.
Then, in a voice infinitely heavy yet perfectly clear, he spoke.
“Did you perhaps… kill Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
Bewilderment flickered in Baek Ri Mu Jo’s eyes.
“Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang has been missing for thirty years, has he not? Why would you say he was killed by me?”
Bu Eunseol bit his lip.
No matter how carefully I examined it.
I couldn’t distinguish whether Baek Ri Dan Ju was lying or speaking the truth.
‘Trying to locate Hyung Su with just a few questions was impossible from the start.’
Though it wasn’t a fair match, Hyung Su was a master worthy of crossing blades with my grandfather, who had been an invincible wanderer.
It was inconceivable that merely asking a few questions would shake his spirit or cause any physical change.
“That was a pointless question.”
Bu Eunseol raised the Muk Hon Sword.
I still hadn’t achieved my own martial realm.
I couldn’t uncover Hyung Su’s traces, nor could I discern my own destiny.
And Baek Ri Mu Jo was hiding his true strength—a master who couldn’t guarantee victory.
But what of it?
Until now, I had given my all each and every day.
Even if I lost this match, I harbored no regrets.
Whoosh.
As I drew my inner force to its maximum, the power of an otherworldly energy rippled faintly through my body.
Facing such a formidable opponent, my energy naturally began to awaken.
“You’re hiding quite a lot.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Is that so.”
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted, and a black crater opened where Bu Eunseol had been standing.
The hole was so deep that its bottom couldn’t be seen.
“As swift as ever.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo nodded as he watched Bu Eunseol, who had moved three paces to the side.
“I’ll draw out everything you have.”
“With that blade?”
Crack.
Cracks were already spreading across Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword.
When Baek Ri Mu Jo unleashed an invisible sword strike.
Bu Eunseol immediately evaded the attack and, with speed invisible to the eye, struck his treasured blade once more.
“Heh heh.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo raised his treasured sword with an unbothered expression.
“Did you think breaking the blade would give you the advantage?”
Crack!
As he infused his power, the blade’s outer layer crumbled away.
A thin blade hidden within revealed itself.
It was a fine blade—thinner even than the Nam Goong Family’s Golden Needle Sword, resembling a single skewer, a hair-thin sword.
‘He crafted a dual-layered blade like grandfather did.’
My grandfather’s cherished weapon, Journey, employed a method of combining a short blade with the sword’s body.
But that was to prevent anyone from grasping the large sword that kept the blade sealed away.
It was likely meant to install a hidden mechanism within the sword’s hilt while simultaneously deploying another subtle technique in close-quarters combat.
But why would Baek Ri Mu Jo deliberately conceal three thin blades of differing thickness within the blade of his treasured sword?
Bu Eunseol, who had been pondering this, nodded slowly.
“The outer blade was merely a tool for deploying the formation technique.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, having pierced the secret of the treasured sword, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s lips curved upward.
“Most of them try to flee. I had to keep them from escaping.”
It was a brief answer, yet chilling in its implications.
Since enemies had consistently attempted to flee, ultimately preventing their escape became necessary.
Wasn’t this to say he had concealed a treasured sword—something like a dharma tool capable of deploying formations independently—beneath the outer layer?
“I trust you won’t attempt to flee either.”
Swish!
As Baek Ri Mu Jo extended the thin blade, a faint sound of piercing air accompanied the sudden exposure of Bu Eunseol’s vital points across the chest.
There was no opportunity to discern the sword technique or shift to defense.
Moreover, the sword strikes were so devastatingly swift that before piercing the chest vitals, identical techniques unfolded simultaneously at the lower abdomen and throat.
Clang!
Bu Eunseol immediately unleashed successive strikes of the Crescent Moon Luminous Technique, creating massive cross-shaped sword qi in all directions.
This was to defend against the incomprehensibly swift sword strikes that continued to transform unpredictably.
Screech! Screech screech screech!
As Bu Eunseol continuously generated sword qi, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword technique accelerated further.
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s thin blade moved faster than the Thunder Unmatched technique, the swiftest Bu Eunseol could deploy.
It transcended the limitations of conventional weaponry.
He wielded the single thin blade with protean versatility—sometimes like a whip, sometimes with the overwhelming force of a long staff.
‘His sword technique has reached such heights.’
Ultra-Extreme Sword Art.
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword technique not only surpassed the Peak of Peaks but had broken through the extreme of extremes.
He had achieved an Ultra-Extreme Sword Art from which one could never counterattack unless reaching the same level of martial mastery.
‘Is Baek Ri Dan Ju on par with the Pavilion Master?’
Bu Eunseol could not hide her astonishment.
Baek Ri Mu Jo had not even deployed his ‘sacred sword’ yet.
And yet, as if he had penetrated the principles of martial arts like Nangya Pavilion and Ak Moo Ryung.
Wasn’t he freely wielding countless martial principles?
‘There’s no choice.’
Bu Eunseol immediately abandoned attempting to confront him through the principles of martial arts by expanding her Nangya Divine Eye.
Baek Ri Mu Jo’s sword art had reached such a unique realm that it could not be grasped in an instant.
As if through the subtleties of martial arts alone, he had reached the Limitless Realm and was manifesting ‘phenomena’.
In other words, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s martial arts were still beyond Bu Eunseol’s reach.
And his martial mastery was clearly not following conventional stages but had attained his own unique realm.
‘I cannot afford to prolong this.’
Baek Ri Mu Jo, like the Nangya Pavilion Master, had penetrated the principles of martial arts.
That is, if the battle dragged on, he could instead absorb the subtleties of Bu Eunseol’s martial arts.
Saaah.
In that instant, black mist billowed forth from Muk Hon’s blade.
Simultaneously, hundreds of sword phantoms materialized around Bu Eunseol and Baek Ri Mu Jo.
Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
The supreme demonic art that commanded the complete realm of death was unfolding before them.
Crash! Craaash.
As the sword technique spread, Bu Eunseol’s body was being consumed by darkness.
Like the scythe of Death itself who governs mortality, yet in truth it was the Absolute Demon Path technique that thirsted for death instead.
Through the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, Bu Eunseol could perceive.
The supreme pinnacle that her grandfather Bu Chanyang had ascended to, along with boundless solitude and an insatiable yearning for death.
Saaah.
In that moment, the sword technique Baek Ri Mu Jo had deployed melted away like snow, ensnared within the demonic momentum of Bu Eunseol’s Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
True Blood Dew Seven Techniques, First Form: Life Dwells, Death Returns.
This life is but a fleeting sojourn.
Death is merely returning to one’s origin.
Through the demonic law Bu Eunseol unleashed, even Baek Ri Mu Jo was plummeting into endless darkness.
Glimmer.
Then white light flickered within the darkness.
And that radiance was gradually pushing back the darkness Bu Eunseol poured forth.
Thus Baek Ri Mu Jo was slowly breaking free from the death of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques that Bu Eunseol had created.
‘I anticipated as much.’
Bu Eunseol had only perfectly mastered the First Form, Life Dwells, Death Returns.
But strictly speaking, the Life Dwells, Death Returns technique was not an offensive form, but rather a defensive technique that neutralized the attacks of countless adversaries.
It was unsuitable for overwhelming a master of Baek Ri Mu Jo’s caliber.
Yet Bu Eunseol deployed the Life Dwells, Death Returns technique nonetheless.
Such a sword master would savor all the forms of the True Blood Dew Seven Techniques before escaping their momentum.
She had calculated that this would buy her a measure of time.
Whoooosh.
Simultaneously, a wondrous radiance flowed from Bu Eunseol’s body.
The moment she deployed Life Dwells, Death Returns, she had drawn forth all the intermingled power within her body.
But that power remained unaligned, instead ravaging her form.
Flash!
Yet then the radiance Baek Ri Mu Jo unleashed engulfed Bu Eunseol’s body.
Finally escaping the Life Dwells, Death Returns technique, he unleashed a decisive strike upon her.
‘This won’t do.’
Bu Eunseol cried out inwardly.
The power within her body remained unaligned.
At this rate, not only would she be unable to employ harmony, but her body would shatter under Baek Ri Mu Jo’s strike.
Whiiiing.
Then five-colored radiance flowed forth from Bu Eunseol’s body.
As the critical moment approached, the Prajna Great Ability unfurled briefly, and I managed to create the power of ‘Harmony,’ however faintly.
‘Now!’
Whoooosh!
Bu Eunseol poured forth the power of Harmony with all her strength.
Crack.
From Bu Eunseol’s body, wrapped in radiant light, the Harmony erupted, and the entire world transformed as though fractured by countless fissures.
Looking back, this was a power that even Ak Moo Ryung could not withstand and had to evade.
Though released imperfectly, Baek Ri Mu Jo could not possibly block such a force.
Whoooosh!
Yet at that moment, five-colored radiance also flowed from Baek Ri Mu Jo’s blade.
Harmony.
Baek Ri Mu Jo as well, just like Bu Eunseol.
Multiple forces mingled within his body, and he wielded the power to unify them into one.
Whoooosh!
As the two forces collided, five-colored radiance spread across the entire world.
Simultaneously, the terrain for hundreds of paces transformed into flat ground in an instant.
Surrounded by radiance, Bu Eunseol and Baek Ri Mu Jo faced each other directly.
The two forces continued to collide endlessly.
Whoooosh.
But gradually, the balance of victory began to shift.
Bu Eunseol’s imperfectly aligned power began to yield to the force Baek Ri Mu Jo unleashed.
“Ughhhh.”
Thick blood vessels bulged across Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
I could not yield here.
I had not yet poured forth all the power I possessed. The match was not yet decided.
‘Then.’
“Lord!”
At that moment, a gray-shadowed figure descended from the distant sky to where Bu Eunseol and Baek Ri Mu Jo stood.
It was Seo Muk.
“That fellow.”
Seo Muk’s expression shifted to one of astonishment.
There existed a young man in Murim capable of matching Baek Ri Mu Jo in single combat?
“Ha-yah!”
Immediately grasping the situation, Seo Muk drew his blade like lightning and unleashed a sword aura toward Bu Eunseol.
It was his signature technique, the Heavenly Lord Great Luo Sword Aura.

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