The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 587

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Chapter 587.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol, who had been losing ground in the clash of forces, was sent flying backward more than thirty paces when Seo Muk’s sword force struck her.
But it was precisely an opportunity.
She deployed the Women’s True Formation to receive the sword force with her bare body, and simultaneously used the recoil to escape from Baek Ri Mu Jo’s domain of power.
Whoooosh!
As Bu Eunseol flew dozens of paces away, she spun her body and instantly unleashed the Extreme Speed Shadow technique.
If Seo Muk had come, then the elite forces of the Sungwi Unit would have arrived as well.
A direct confrontation with Baek Ri Mu Jo would have to wait for another time.
“Hmph!”
At that moment, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s scoff echoed out, and a torrent of pure white energy poured forth before Bu Eunseol as she deployed her divine technique.
The Holy Sword.
He finally unleashed his supreme technique upon her as she tried to evade.
It was a white death that could absolutely never be dodged or blocked.
Boom!
Purple lightning erupted from Bu Eunseol’s body, and she shot forward several hundred paces in an instant.
As the Holy Sword—a manifestation of despair itself—wrapped around her body, she instinctively sensed the crisis and unleashed her Thunder Divine Technique.
Crash!
Transformed into a single streak of lightning, Bu Eunseol instantly escaped the area.
“I shall pursue immediately.”
“There is no need to chase.”
Click.
Baek Ri Mu Jo sheathed his sword and shook his head.
“She is not at a level we can catch and eliminate through pursuit.”
Seo Muk nodded in acknowledgment.
Though not widely known in Murim, Baek Ri Mu Jo was a terrifying master of unbelievable accomplishment.
Not only had she engaged in a fierce battle with such a lord that could overturn heaven and earth, but judging from the technique of receiving his sword force with her bare body alone…
She was not at a level the warriors of the Sungwi Unit could contend with.
‘How curious.’
Baek Ri Mu Jo, gazing at where Bu Eunseol had vanished, furrowed his brow.
The power she had just displayed.
He realized it bore striking resemblance to the principles of the martial secret he himself had created.
‘She has aligned multiple forces.’
Creating a technique that aligns internal forces to generate power was nothing particularly novel.
But the power Bu Eunseol had displayed—was it not remarkably similar in texture, as if she had created it herself?
‘And it felt familiar.’
Clearly, this was the first time he had seen this person.
Yet something about her gaze and presence felt familiar.
“Lord.”
Seo Muk carefully asked the silent Baek Ri Mu Jo.
“Was that person from the Yang Seol Family?”
Seo Muk had been certain of it.
For someone so young to clash head-on with Baek Ri Mu Jo, they had to be someone from the Yang Seol Family that the Lords were pursuing.
“No.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo spoke calmly.
“That person is the successor of the Demon Hall—Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Seo Muk’s eyes widened.
“That person?”
“Indeed. Moreover, they hadn’t even displayed their full strength.”
Baek Ri Mu Jo wore a composed smile.
“Thanks to that, it became quite an enjoyable journey through Gangho.”
Seo Muk’s mouth fell open.
The power displayed just now had transcended the level of the younger generation.
And they hadn’t even shown their full strength?
“Unfortunately, I’ll have to hear her answers later.”
As Seo Muk was about to speak, Baek Ri Mu Jo turned away without hesitation.
“I’m returning.”
His gaze, which had been fixed on the distant sky, narrowed.
There was nothing to regret anyway.
Once I become the Alliance Master, I will know all the truth. All the power concentrated in the Murim Alliance will fall into my hands.
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Yang Seol Rin, who had deployed her divine technique at full power, bit her lip.
‘I will never venture out alone again.’
Setting aside the family rules, with her own abilities alone.
She had believed she could escape safely no matter who she encountered.
But the martial arts standards of the current Murim far exceeded her imagination.
‘Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.’
She had thought of him merely as a successor produced by the Demon Hall.
Yet his true strength possessed a terrifying martial prowess that would make even the masters of the previous generation surrender.
‘And Baek Ri Mu Jo.’
If Bu Eunseol was a sleeping dragon, he was already a celestial dragon bearing the pearl of heaven.
His martial arts cultivation had reached a level whose very standard could not be fathomed.
That meant he had already forged his own unique martial philosophy.
Such individuals who had not traversed the ordinary stages of martial arts were absolutely antithetical to the power of the Yang Seol Family.
‘I must reassess the current state of Murim and reevaluate these individuals.’
Yang Seol Rin’s heart pounded fiercely.
‘At this rate, even the Main House is in danger.’
The Yang Seol Family prided itself on being able to destroy any force.
But if the martial arts standards of Murim people were at this level, the rule of sending only one person down to Gangho must be abolished as well.
And the circumstances and individuals of Gangho must be investigated again with meticulous care.
But in truth, this was merely her misconception…
Bu Eunseol and Baek Ri Mu Jo.
These two had transcended the ordinary realms of martial arts, each walking their own unique path.
They had always conducted themselves with restraint, their true martial prowess deliberately concealed from view.
Yet, unaware of such facts,
Yang Seol Rin assumed that since the Demon Palace’s successor and the Unit Commander were of such caliber, those holding similar positions naturally possessed equally formidable martial abilities.
She was making hasty assumptions.
Thump.
She halted her movement technique near a river bank.
Having opened such a distance, even if Baek Ri Mu Jo soared through the heavens, he would not be able to locate her.
“Sigh.”
After taking a deep breath, she gazed for a long while in the direction Bu Eunseol had departed.
“He’ll be fine.”
Yang Seol Rin’s eyes grew distant.
By nature, she harbored scarcely a shred of interest in matters of the heart. Her sole concern was to seek out and eliminate the One Hundred and Eight Stars who posed a threat to the world,
and to prevent Cheon Am Seong’s rampage. That was all.
‘He was trying to protect me.’
Yet no matter how cold a woman’s heart, witnessing a man stand before her willing to risk his life in her defense would move her deeply.
All the more so for Yang Seol Rin, a maiden in the bloom of youth…
Before such a formidable opponent, unwavering and steadfast, Bu Eunseol’s figure blocking her path had captured her heart entirely.
‘If anything happens to him.’
A pure white aura radiated from Yang Seol Rin’s eyes.
‘I will sweep away not only Baek Ri Mu Jo, but the entire Murim Alliance.’
Just as Yang Seol Rin, muttering softly, turned to leave,
Crack!
Suddenly the earth split asunder, and from the fissure, a faint light poured forth.
“A formation?”
Yang Seol Rin immediately exerted her power to escape the formation’s range.
But as light seeped through the cracks, towering stone monuments materialized, reaching toward the heavens.
“Layered formations. Ancient ones at that.”
Watching the faint mist spread between the monuments arranged like a labyrinth, Yang Seol Rin’s eyes gleamed.
“Jang Sang Moon’s Reincarnation Formation of Ten Thousand Kalpas and the Ghost Spirit Eight Divine Gate Formation.”
From her body, now that she had discerned the layered formations, a fierce wind erupted.
Whoooosh!
That wind instantly became a tempest, toppling the monuments one after another.
Boom. Boom.
With each colossal monument that fell, the mist dissipated and the clear sky gradually revealed itself.
Rumble.
Finally, having toppled all the monuments and escaped the formation, Yang Seol Rin raised one eyebrow.
Over a hundred martial artists, wielding gleaming blades, had silently encircled her.
Their momentum was formidable, matching the pressure that Baek Ri Mu Jo had unleashed mere moments before.
I had clearly underestimated the Main House.
In truth, these warriors who now stood before me were masters cultivated in secret, never revealing themselves in the Gangho.
Yet she had once again miscalculated the strength of those in the martial world.
“You are the emissary sent down from the Yang Seol Family, are you not?”
Suddenly, the ranks of warriors parted, and a beautiful woman emerged from between them.
Her visage was angelic in its beauty, yet her eyes were sharp and narrowed, and an aura of cold authority radiated from her entire being.
It was none other than the Chief, Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
“I have no particular grievance with the Murim Alliance.”
Yang Seol Rin, recognizing Gong Son Dan Gyeong, wore an expression of bewilderment.
“Why are you attacking me?”
“I have questions for you.”
“How strange.”
Yang Seol Rin glanced around and spoke with a hint of jest.
“Why is it that every martial artist I meet wants to interrogate me?”
“From your expression, it seems you have already answered such questions quite well for someone.”
“Perhaps.”
Yang Seol Rin narrowed her eyes.
“It appears you deliberately sent Baek Ri Mu Jo to me, and waited for me near my escape route.”
“That is correct.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong nodded.
“Otherwise, how could we possibly capture someone from the Yang Seol Family?”
“Ambitious dreams you have. Yet I remain uncaptured.”
“Do not worry. If you answer my questions properly, I will not restrain you in the slightest.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong drew a deep breath and spoke.
“The Jung Sun Ga. Where is their true base?”
“The Jung Sun Ga?”
“Yes. That Jung Sun Ga, always mentioned alongside your Yang Seol Family.”
“Why ask me such a thing?”
“Because you would know the location of the Jung Sun Ga.”
“I do not.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong stared intently into Yang Seol Rin’s eyes, as if to discern truth from falsehood.
Then, sensing something, she shook her head.
“So you would refuse the carrot and accept the stick instead.”
“When did you offer me a carrot?”
“Do I appear to be jesting with you?”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s voice carried the chill of winter frost.
“Or do you believe that ordinary commoners can be toyed with as you please?”
“Ordinary commoner? Who? You?”
“Be silent.”
Killing intent swirled in Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s eyes.
“The sins of Jung Sun Ga and the Infinite Realm have destroyed countless lives and claimed innumerable victims.”
“Listen. I truly know nothing. Jung Sun Ga, out of nowhere…”
“You should think carefully before you answer.”
A piercing light erupted from Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s gaze.
“If you do not answer truthfully, I will judge the Yang Seol Family to be demons just like them.”
Yang Seol Rin gazed toward the Distant Sky and let out a hollow laugh.
“The Main House has protected Murim by reading the heavens’ will. Yet we have always been cautious of becoming consumed by power, so we have refrained from openly intervening in Murim’s affairs.”
When Yang Seol Rin’s laughter ceased, a chilling radiance poured from her eyes.
“Yet you see the Main House’s people as mere puppets.”
“Further conversation is meaningless.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong spoke, raising her eyebrows slightly.
“Restrain her.”
At the command, the hundred-odd martial artists surrounding her began to move in chaotic unison.
A fierce wind erupted from Yang Seol Rin’s body.
The martial artists exposed to that wind collapsed to the ground like felled logs.
She employed the Yang Seol Family’s unique technique—a secret method that weaponized an opponent’s own vital energy against them.
“She manipulates root-qi without physical contact, disrupting the flow of vital energy through her adversaries.”
Yet unfortunately, her opponent was Gong Son Dan Gyeong, whom the Murim regarded as its most brilliant prodigy.
“Form the Stillness Within Stillness around the Ten Pillars.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s mastery of formation arts stood at the pinnacle of Murim.
Moreover, drawing upon the mysterious techniques she had learned from Jung Sun Ga in her childhood, she had pioneered an entirely new formation discipline that transcended the boundaries of conventional martial arts.
Furthermore, these hundred-odd martial artists were elite masters she had secretly cultivated, each possessing the strength to stand against a thousand.
“Hmph!”
Yang Seol Rin scoffed and engaged the martial artists.
She possessed power great enough to topple the Hyun Cheon Sword Sect without lifting a finger.
Yet Gong Son Dan Gyeong, who had devoted herself to dismantling the Infinite Realm and Jung Sun Ga,
had already devised mysterious formations capable of countering not only martial arts but also countless mystical techniques and grand methods.
“Ugh.”
Gradually, Yang Seol Rin found herself pushed back by the formation’s overwhelming power.
Boom!
Unable to withstand the barrage of force unleashed by the martial artists within the formation, Yang Seol Rin was struck across her back.
“Curse these wretches!”
Yang Seol Rin exerted herself desperately, yet
what they deployed was the Absolute Annihilation Formation—a formation that Jisalseong, known as Gong Son Dan Gyeong, had devised from childhood until now for her bitter revenge,
capable of obliterating any enemy and any overwhelming power.
All of her mystical abilities were sealed, and wounds began to accumulate across her body.
Crack crack crack!
A martial artist who had discovered an opening launched a finger strike that sealed the Blood Sealing Point in Yang Seol Rin’s leg.
Thud.
As she fell to her knees, Gong Son Dan Gyeong struck another acupoint, paralyzing both of her arms.
Thud, thud.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong walked toward her with measured steps, speaking with solemn gravity.
“Where is the Jung Sun Ga?”
“I fail to understand. What crime could the Jung Sun Ga possibly have committed against the Murim Alliance?”
“What crime?”
A dark, resentful light flickered in Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s eyes.
“They kidnapped innocent people and slaughtered them mercilessly, all to obtain the One Hundred and Eight Stars they desired. How is that not a crime?”
“It seems you’ve heard some vicious rumors. That the Jung Sun Ga kidnapped and killed commoners?”
Yang Seol Rin let out a hollow laugh.
“Even Jisalseong, who became Sal Gwi, said the Main House captures and kills those who possess the One Hundred and Eight Stars. You’ve simply heard such baseless gossip.”
“Gossip?”
Flames that could melt steel blazed in Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s eyes.
“You call my direct experience mere gossip?”
Yang Seol Rin’s eyes widened in shock.
Did that mean the Chief of the Murim Alliance had been kidnapped by the Main House?
“You were kidnapped?”
“There’s no need for lengthy explanations.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong spoke to her subordinates.
“Transport her to Abi Cave.”
“Abi Cave?”
Yang Seol Rin blinked rapidly.
Did such an ominous place truly exist within the Murim Alliance?
“It is the Underground Prison created by our Chief.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s lips curved upward.
“As long as breath remains in your body, you may experience every torment of hell. You should look forward to it.”
“You intend to torture me?”
“Until you reveal the location of the Jung Sun Ga….”
Shrieeee.
Suddenly, a piercing whistle sounded from somewhere.
It resembled the cry of a forcefully blown pipe, yet also the screech of a hawk.
Whoosh.
A sudden gust of sand swirled around Yang Seol Rin and Gong Son Dan Gyeong, and crimson shadows began materializing one by one.
They wore crimson robes, crimson shoes, and crimson masks.
They were the masters of the Yang Seol Family.
“Young Miss.”
A young woman at the front of the masked figures bowed her head toward Yang Seol Rin.
She wore no mask, and her face bore crimson dots running from her left eye down to her chin.
Upon closer inspection, the crimson dots were inscribed in the shape of the character for “seize.”
They created an eerie impression.
It was none other than Yang Seol Ok, the Lord commanding the Blood Forest Squad of the Yang Seol Family.
Snap.
As Yang Seol Ok extended her hand, the Blood Sealing Point that had been suppressing Yang Seol Rin was instantly released.
Exhale.
Yang Seol Rin drew a deep breath and glared at Gong Son Dan Gyeong as she spoke.
“The situation has changed now, hasn’t it?”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong said nothing.
The hundred or so martial artists she had brought were formidable masters, but the masked assassins who had just appeared were emanating an aura no less formidable than theirs.
“First, I shall eliminate all of them and then serve you.”
“No, there’s no need to kill them.”
Yang Seol Rin spoke coldly, gazing at Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
“If we do that, the Main House will spread rumors that we’ve done something strange again.”
“….”
“The Main House and I are not villains who think of you that way. But if you continue to provoke us without reason like this… then we will truly wipe you all out. Every last one of you.”
Yang Seol Rin spoke toward Yang Seol Ok.
“Pay them no mind. I’m leaving now.”
Her voice carried a certain weariness.
This venture into Gangho had been far more perilous than anticipated, and utterly exhausting.
Snap!
Yang Seol Rin unfurled her movement technique and vanished into the Distant Sky in a single breath.
Footsteps.
Yang Seol Ok approached Gong Son Dan Gyeong and spoke coldly.
“If you ever touch a member of the Main House again, I will not only destroy you but sweep away the entire Murim Alliance.”
“Yeon Hwa.”
But then Gong Son Dan Gyeong spoke toward Yang Seol Ok in a trembling voice.
Only then did she notice the pattern of blood points on Yang Seol Ok’s body as she drew near.
“How did you become a member of the Yang Seol Family?”
“….”
“You clearly died failing the fourth trial… I even counted all the graves.”
Yang Seol Ok was one of the children who had been abducted to the Jung Sun Ga alongside Gong Son Dan Gyeong in the past.
Before becoming close with Chu So, she had been Yeon Hwa—her dearest friend.
Though she had only seen her face at seven years old, Gong Son Dan Gyeong could recognize her.
The blood point carved into that face in the shape of the character for “seize” (奪) was from when they had competed in the bone-striking technique at the Jung Sun Ga.
It was a character that Gong Son Dan Gyeong herself had carved, written in that same childish hand she had made back then.
“You’re saying strange things.”
“You have a burn scar below your right collarbone too.”
At Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s words, Yang Seol Ok’s eyes grew peculiar.
There truly was a burn scar in that exact place.
“How do you know that?”
“Because you’re Yeon Hwa.”
“Nonsense.”
“Then how did you get those burn scars?”
Yang Seol Ok furrowed her brow as she spoke.
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“I have no memories from childhood.”
“Think carefully.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong spoke calmly.
“The Jung Sun Ga forced competitions on you. The loser’s punishment was to have boiling water poured over their shoulders, arms, legs, and head in that order.”
Yang Seol Ok’s expression remained blank.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong, realizing something was wrong with the light in her eyes, nodded.
“They must have altered or erased your memories using the Jeryeong Simyin Daebeop. If it was them, it would be entirely possible.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“My Lord. She is the Chief of the Murim Alliance. It seems she may be attempting some sort of deception.”
At her subordinate’s words, Yang Seol Ok nodded.
She had listened to Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s story because her expression seemed desperate and urgent.
And that obsessive gleam in her eyes was terribly familiar.
But she had no intention of listening to any more of this prattle.
“Gong Son Dan Gyeong. You attacked the heir of the Main House without cause.”
Yang Seol Ok’s gaze turned stern.
“Ordinarily, I should slaughter all of you, but since the Family Head forbade it, you may simply leave.”
“Yeon Hwa.”
“I am not Yeon Hwa.”
Yang Seol Ok turned away as she spoke.
“Remember this. If such a thing happens again, consequences beyond your comprehension will unfold.”
Whoosh.
In that instant, Yang Seol Ok vanished in a sudden gust of wind.
Her subordinates disappeared just as swiftly.
“Did she only pretend to kill her?”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong blinked, watching where Yang Seol Ok had vanished.
“To fake her death and then use her as a puppet of the Three Families?”
In truth, Yeon Hwa had not been the most talented among the children.
She had simply been close to me before the trials, and she was a child who had faced death while taking the test with me…
So I remembered her more vividly than even Chu So, and my heart ached for her.
Yet she had become a martial artist of the Yang Seol Family?
Could it be that the Jung Sun Ga faked the deaths of all the children and gave them new identities?
Pondering this, I shook my head.
Such a probability did not exist.
Only I had been revived, thanks to Chu So’s help.
I had actually verified several burial mounds, and real children were truly buried in those places.
Moreover, hadn’t they used oil-treated linen cloth when burying her?
If one were merely feigning death, there would be no need to go to such lengths.
‘Surely not.’
Gong Son Dan Gyeong recalled a story Chu So had once told her.
―There exists the One Hundred and Eight Stars, some of which only reveal their existence when one’s breath ceases entirely.
‘The Celestial Sky Star.’
What if Yeon Hwa possessed the Celestial Sky Star? What if her power had manifested the moment her breath stopped?
Could it be that Yeon Hwa, resurrected, had wandered about until she was rescued by the Yang Seol Family?
“I don’t know.”
Focus drained from Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s eyes.
What was certain was that Yeon Hwa, who had died in the Jung Sun Ga, had become a member of the Yang Seol Family.
This meant that, as she suspected, the Yang Seol Family and the Jung Sun Ga might be deeply connected.
‘Perhaps all three families are involved.’
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s gaze darkened.
She had thought it would end once she dealt with the Infinite Realm and the Jung Sun Ga.
But now she had learned that the Yang Seol Family was also connected….
‘First, I will uncover everything. All of it. And…’
After contemplating in silence for a long while, Gong Son Dan Gyeong drew a deep breath.
The face of a man whose intellect rivaled her own, yet whose martial prowess was formidable, appeared in her mind.
Seon Woo Jin.
No matter how much time it took.
She had resolved to make that sleeping dragon truly her own.

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