The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 593

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Chapter 593.
Dae Bo nodded slowly as he spoke.
“No matter what you do, it’s futile. This body cannot be destroyed.”
Dae Bo laughed sinisterly and shouted.
“Die!”
He walked toward me slowly, his arms spread wide as if inviting me to cut him apart.
Slash! Slash!
The blade of the Yeojoo Jingyeol cut through his body multiple times, yet he didn’t even flinch.
Due to the power of Eunghyung Ma Joon’s blood essence, even fatal wounds healed instantly.
Flash!
I drew the Wol Young Ma Sword and unleashed Janhwol Hyosung, the most devastating technique among the Musang Cheon Ryu forms.
Slash!
His body split into a cross shape with blood erupting outward, yet he remained alive and standing.
Flash! Flash!
No matter what sword technique I unleashed or how many vital points I pierced, Dae Bo endured effortlessly while launching his counterattacks.
Immortal and Invincible.
That was another epithet for Eunghyung Ma Joon. And that name had not been given without reason.
Boom!
Eventually, as I poured out my sword techniques, Dae Bo’s fist drove me into the wall of the Great Hall.
Crash.
As I slowly rose from the rubble, Dae Bo let out a derisive snort.
“Don’t put on that composed expression. Your death is already certain.”
“Is that so.”
I wiped the blood from my lips and slowly gestured with my hand.
“Come at me.”
“Hahahaha!”
Dae Bo laughed mockingly as I feigned composure.
“You seem suspicious, so I’ll abandon the ritual. I’ll use you as meat instead.”
Dae Bo stared at me, swallowing saliva as he spoke.
“The discarded corpses and the occasional fishermen who come here aren’t enough.”
“So there were never any patients to begin with.”
“For meat, only taste and quality matter.”
Dae Bo licked his lips.
“First, I’ll capture you and discover who you are, then I’ll use you as meat!”
Dae Bo’s eyes gleamed once more as he charged forward with thunderous footsteps.
His form resembled Hyuk Ryeon Eung, against whom no attack had ever worked in the past.
Moreover, his movements were so swift that I couldn’t even employ Harmony.
Dae Bo rushed forward confidently, his hands moving in chaotic patterns.
He unleashed the Eunghyung Baekgol Technique, where merely brushing against the fierce wind would tear flesh and bone.
Whoosh.
At that moment, a blood-red aura flowed from Bu Eunseol’s body.
Simultaneously, hundreds of sword circles erupted from all directions like droplets of water.
Whoooosh! Slash! Slash!
Like rain that seemed destined to fall forever, hundreds of sword circles poured down without cessation.
They transformed once more into razor-sharp sword energy, beginning to tear through Dae Bo’s body.
“Kuhehe.”
With his body hunched and both arms crossed to withstand the sword energy, a confident smile flowed from Dae Bo’s lips.
“No matter what you do, it’s futile.”
As long as I protect my heart, no fatal wound will sever my life.
“If your parlor tricks are finished, I’ll kill you again.”
Just as Dae Bo rose to his feet again, baring his teeth in a smile,
“Hm?”
Sensing something amiss, he looked down at his own body.
With the Eunghyung Blood Demon Technique, his body should have recovered instantly and the bleeding should have stopped.
Yet the wounds continued to bleed without cessation, didn’t they?
“Why?”
Drip, drip, drip.
He drew upon the Eunghyung Blood Demon Technique with all his might once more, but the blood only flowed more fiercely from the wounds.
Sensing the abnormality, Dae Bo gazed upon the wounds carved into his body.
The sword energy Bu Eunseol unleashed had not merely severed flesh—it was turning the skin itself dark and ashen.
Death.
The sword energy Bu Eunseol poured forth had not simply cut skin and severed bone.
It possessed the power to cleave the very life force latent within his body.
He had come to realize it was an infinitely black and dark death.
“The Blood Dew Seven Techniques.”
Dae Bo’s eyes widened.
“How could you possibly possess that?”
The Blood Dew Seven Techniques of Bu Chanyang, who was called the First Blade of the Demonic Path.
A mysterious technique that even after obtaining some of its secrets in the Three Realms, could not properly unleash its true power…
Why was it being perfectly reproduced in that bastard’s hands?
“You…”
Glug, glug.
Blood-red blood flowed from Dae Bo’s mouth.
“So it was you all along.”
Click.
Bu Eunseol, who had sheathed her demon blade, spoke coldly.
“Savor death slowly. Recall those you murdered.”
Dae Bo’s pupils turned pitch black.
Only as death approached did he finally realize where he was destined to go—Hell.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Hundreds of wounds erupted across Dae Bo’s massive frame, and blood poured forth in torrents.
As the Eunghyung Ma Jon’s forced recovery technique shattered, all the injuries I had inflicted upon him tore open anew.
Thud.
Dae Bo collapsed to the floor, expelling dark blood and viscera as his breathing ceased.
With not a single intact patch of flesh remaining, it appeared that not only the wounds I had dealt him but all his prior injuries had been laid bare.
“Something feels off.”
I murmured while surveying the vast Great Hall around me.
“They construct a facility of this magnitude, yet install no defensive mechanisms against outsiders?”
Pondering this, I shook my head.
“Or perhaps they deemed such precautions unnecessary.”
This Lengyue Island was populated entirely by masters of the Gwi Il Gye.
Moreover, they possessed complete knowledge of every demon blade wielder’s identity.
The very fact that they employed a ranking system called “Heavenly Class” suggested they had categorized their own strength.
They were utterly confident that no one, regardless of their power, could escape this place.
“I’ll slaughter them all.”
Thud.
As I rolled lightly across the ground, my Gongpa Sim An activated, allowing me to perceive the internal structure.
Thump, thump.
I opened the massive door to the left of the Great Hall and stepped outside.
A dark corridor stretched before me, its path seemingly endless and level.
Yet with my superhuman sense of balance, I could detect that this long passage gradually descended downward.
Creak.
Opening the corridor door again, a dark and expansive space revealed itself.
“Hmm.”
As I descended to the lower level, I sensed a thick scent of blood mingled with a chilling cold emanating from somewhere.
‘Blood and cold.’
I moved toward the source of the intense chill.
Finding an old iron gate, I opened it, and white cold air gushed forth in an instant.
The space beyond the Iron Gate was enclosed entirely in steel, its interior frozen solid.
Suspended from massive hooks affixed to the ceiling hung countless chunks of meat.
‘Corpses.’
The meat chunks stored here were human remains.
With their organs cleanly removed, they resembled butchered swine.
This appeared to be a storage chamber for the corpses of Murim masters and commoners they had slain over time.
“So they prepared this space specifically for consuming human flesh.”
On Lengyue Island, they preserved and studied the corpses of supreme masters.
Though no visitors arrive now, initially they must have maintained absolute secrecy.
They would have strictly forbidden external contact and implemented thorough internal security.
Under such conditions, self-sufficient food sources would have been severely limited.
From the beginning, they roasted and consumed the commoners who entered the Island and those who failed the Great Technique as though they were mere livestock.
It was for this reason that they had constructed such a repository.
“They are not worth living.”
Black true energy flowed from Bu Eunseol’s body.
She had resolved to slaughter every last soul on this Island.
Thump, thump.
Bu Eunseol exited and made her way toward the exit.
But then a peculiar thought struck her.
“Wol Young Ma Jon’s corpse.”
Certainly, the glass chamber containing Wol Young Ma Jon’s corpse had risen from the Palace Hall above.
Which meant there had to be a place below where Wol Young Ma Jon’s glass chamber was stored.
Why could she not sense such a space?
Thud.
Bu Eunseol rolled her foot once more, spreading the perception of her Gongpa Divine Eye.
But there was nothing to sense.
“There is a hidden space.”
Now that she thought about it, something had felt amiss from the moment she entered.
Not a single person in this vast Underground Space. Despite her fierce battle with Dae Bo, despite wandering through these corridors.
Not even an ant could be seen—it made no sense.
Then those who studied the great techniques with corpses, or executed them.
They had to be hidden away in some concealed space.
Zing.
Bu Eunseol drew upon her Gongshim Tongyeong once more and began to meticulously examine the interior.
But there was nothing.
Remarkably, she could detect no traces whatsoever with her Gongshim Tongyeong.
Despite the certainty that countless people had passed through this repository to retrieve human flesh.
No traces remained.
‘So what is visible is not all there is.’
Gwi Il Gye was a place that employed great techniques of mystical hue—ones that could even transmute the human body itself.
Then creating invisible spaces would be nothing at all.
‘Hmm.’
Bu Eunseol fell silent.
Destroying deployed techniques or barriers was not difficult.
But there was no way to detect techniques or great arts that could not be seen.
“Then.”
A flash of light crossed Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she pondered.
“I’ll simply destroy it all.”
Ishin-ki, infused with the power of nature, was the polar opposite of techniques.
So what if she poured the full force of Ishin-ki throughout this entire Underground Fortress?
She could sweep away all the covert, artificial, and malevolent techniques secretly installed here.
Crackle.
Bu Eunseol drew upon the Thunderous Divine Energy within her body.
Violet lightning surged across her form, and her eyes began to glow with an amethyst hue.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Her body became obscured entirely by the violet lightning.
Boom!
As she dispersed the gathered Thunderous Divine Energy in all directions, the surrounding landscape began to ripple like water.
Everything appeared identical, yet something felt distinctly out of place.
‘Something is different here.’
The very landscape itself seemed to have shifted subtly.
After scrutinizing her surroundings for some time, Bu Eunseol finally discerned the secret of this place.
‘They’ve divided the space by concealing a door.’
No matter how formidable a technique, it could not perfectly separate such an vast expanse.
The Gwi Il Gye possessed something akin to a powerful technique—a hidden door that only they could traverse.
The reason the Underground Fortress had been so colossal was because it had been divided into two distinct spaces from top to bottom.
Clang.
The iron gate was over three feet thick, so massive and heavy that it seemed immovable.
Even channeling inner energy produced only a dull clang; the door would not budge.
‘It cannot be opened by force.’
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
As Bu Eunseol unleashed the Thunderous Divine Energy once more, the iron gate shrieked and swung open of its own accord.
Then, a landscape previously invisible to her eyes came into view, along with the movements of countless figures.
The vista that unfolded before her was many times vaster than the Underground Fortress she had witnessed in Sichuan.
Buildings of a dull, dark hue—windowless and endless—rose in every direction, and countless people moved through the streets.
And every single being in this place.
Bore signs of transformation upon their skin, just like the villagers, with no signs of limb degradation.
“These creatures are not worth saving.”
Should even one of them escape the Island, the Murim would birth another Killing Ghost—a creature that devoured human flesh.
Whoosh.
Drawing upon the Scorching Heavenly Flame, Bu Eunseol began to melt the hidden iron gate.
Hisssss.
The thick steel door, now glowing red-hot, melted like taffy, ensuring no one could escape.
Slash! Slash!
Simultaneously, Bu Eunseol unleashed the Maiden’s Severing Technique.
Dozens of razor-sharp blades materialized, sweeping through the space and severing the necks of all who moved within it at blinding speed.
It was one-sided slaughter, yet not a trace of emotion crossed Bu Eunseol’s face.
These were all demons who repeated cruel experiments and consumed human flesh.
Bu Eunseol simply crushed them without hesitation, as one would squash harmful insects, severing their necks without pause.
Slash!
Blood flowed like a river, and the interior became carpeted with corpses—there was nowhere left to step.
Some fled, others unleashed bizarre martial techniques, but to Bu Eunseol’s eyes, they were merely irritating vermin.
Crunch, crunch.
After subduing everyone inside the structure, I entered the massive building from which the most people had emerged.
Clang.
Upon stepping inside, a corridor shrouded in darkness stretched before me.
Moving swiftly through to the deepest point, I encountered a familiar iron gate bearing distinctive engravings.
It was the same uniquely patterned iron gate I had seen in the underground depths of the Tae Pyeong Mountain Sword Repository.
‘So this place was also created by Gwi Il Gye.’
Just like the underground iron gate of the Tae Pyeong Mountain Sword Repository.
The five holes at the top bore traces of being opened multiple times by various people.
However, the hole at the very bottom showed almost no signs of ever being opened.
Clang.
I unfolded the Glacial Heavenly Stream Crystal contained within the Crystal Divine Artifact to craft a key, then opened the door in one fluid motion, accompanied by a crisp grinding sound.
But unlike the Sword Repository, the iron gate itself did not open—instead, a secret passage materialized on the opposite side of the gate.
‘Why would they bother constructing such a mechanism?’
After carefully examining the interior of the secret passage that had opened before me, I entered without hesitation.
The interior was a stone chamber spanning roughly a thousand square meters, filled with transparent glass chambers covered in black cloth.
Inside each glass chamber, black pipes with deep grooves ran like spider webs.
Whoosh.
When I removed the cloth from one of them, I found it filled with transparent liquid.
A half-dissected corpse floated within.
It was the body of Wol Young Ma Jon that Dae Bo had shown me earlier.
“Wait.”
My eyes suddenly sharpened as I examined the glass chamber.
I had discovered characters engraved on the pedestal beneath the glass chamber.
Jiyoseong (地妖星), Wol Young Ma Jon.
“Jiyoseong?”
My mind snapped into focus.
Why were characters from the One Hundred and Eight Stars engraved here?
“Could it be…”
I pulled back the cloth from the adjacent glass chamber.
This time, the corpse of a middle-aged monk with a shaved head floated within.
Jibiseong (地飛星), Yok Bi Geum Gang.
He was a prodigy of Shaolin of the same generation as Bul Jon, but to save Yang Rim, a disciple of Baek Hwa Mun who had become addicted to aphrodisiacs, he had no choice but to share a bed with her.
As a result, he eventually left the monastic life and became a figure of Gangho, performing many righteous deeds in the Murim.
However, he remained a rival and was ultimately defeated and killed by Ja Myeon Pa Wang, who had thrown the Murim into chaos.
It was known that Yang Rim had collected his corpse and buried it near Baek Hwa Mun.
Yet his body was being preserved here, on Lengyue Island?
“The One Hundred and Eight Stars…”
I finally understood everything.
The supreme masters who had dominated the Murim in the past were likely many of those belonging to the One Hundred and Eight Stars.
And it was clear that Gwi Il Gye had scattered demon blades to find those among the Gongryeong Jiche who possessed the One Hundred and Eight Stars.
“For the great method, to find the One Hundred and Eight Stars… they created demon blades that only the Gongryeong Jiche could awaken.”
Among the Gongryeong Jiche who possessed demon blades.
If someone possessed the One Hundred and Eight Stars, they would very likely kill others and rise to the top.
They lured them with the title of Murim Jijoon and conducted experiments in this Underground Fortress.
Since the strong possessed the One Hundred and Eight Stars.
They needed to find matching One Hundred and Eight Stars anew.
“Then was this what Yang Seol Family’s experiments were about?”
The experiments of the Yang Seol Family that Jisalseong had mentioned.
But wasn’t it Gwi Il Gye who was conducting them now, not the Yang Seol Family?
Could Gwi Il Gye possibly be the main base of the Yang Seol Family?
‘That can’t be.’
Yang Seol Rin’s eyes when she left me were filled with worry, and she didn’t seem like someone who would commit such vicious acts.
‘No, I don’t know anymore.’
Even Baek Ri Mu Jo, who had always been gentle and stern, was actually unpredictable in his emotions.
He was a complex man with a ruthless side.
Then were all the people of Murim two-faced?
Was Yang Seol Rin also pretending to be good while plotting evil?
“Even in death, unable to rest in peace, exploited by the Three Realms.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes grew clouded as she gazed upon Yok Bi Geum Gang’s corpse.
Grandfather’s corpse as well.
It was likely being preserved in a pitiful state somewhere in the hidden Underground Fortress of Gwi Il Gye.
At that thought, Bu Eunseol felt an unbearable rage surge within her.
Crack.
As she channeled her power, cracks spread across the glass chamber and all the liquid drained out.
Clang clang clang clang!
Then bells rang out from all directions.
It seemed the glass chamber was rigged with an alarm system if touched.
But since everyone inside was dead, such an alarm meant nothing.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol extended her right hand and poured her power into the interior of the glass chamber.
Then flames began to blaze fiercely from Yok Bi Geum Gang’s corpse.
She was using the Yeolha Daejeong Jingi infused with Thunder Divine Energy to cremate their bodies.
Roar!
The Yeolha Daejeong Jingi containing Jiguk Hwaryun Gi produced heat more than ten times greater than the cremation stones used for bodies.
Bu Eunseol set fire to the corpses of the warriors in the other four glass chambers using the same method.
Whether they harbored resentment.
Or whether strange drugs had been injected to preserve the bodies.
The remaining bones with all flesh burned away glowed with a dark light.
“No.”
As Bu Eunseol lifted the cloth from the fifth glass chamber, her eyebrows shot upward.
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor, Jisalseong.
The glass chamber bearing this inscription was completely empty.
“So that’s it.”
The man with disheveled hair who had been drinking frantically at the Inn.
He too was a demon blade wielder from outside, and had been deliberating whether to undergo the Great Technique.
“He had no choice.”
The man likely knew the truth.
The success rate of the Great Technique was slim, and even if it succeeded, there was no escaping their grasp.
So he must have agonized endlessly without undergoing the Great Technique.
It would have been better if he had left without hesitation.
Yet that man, after all his deliberation, seemed to have chosen to undergo the Great Technique. To become the supreme master he had always dreamed of, one who could look down upon the entire Murim.
“How exactly did they manage to transform the body?”
They preserved corpses to create conditions identical to those of the previous masters’ bodies.
But even if such corpses could be obtained, even with the most wondrous Great Technique available.
How could they possibly replicate the exact physical characteristics that the previous masters possessed?
‘I must learn what form the technique takes if successful, what abilities it grants.’
Deep in thought, Bu Eunseol finally pulled back the last concealing cloth.
Her eyes widened so much they nearly split.
Jisalseong, Tan Wang.
Beneath the empty glass chamber, these characters were inscribed.

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