The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 622

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Chapter 622.
Bu Eunseol and Buk Goong Ryeong headed down from Wudang Mountain.
The first-generation disciples and elders of the Wudang Sect bowed respectfully to the departing pair.
It was an expression of gratitude toward Buk Goong Ryeong and Bu Eunseol, who had rushed to resolve the crisis that had befallen the Wudang Sect.
Song Ak escorted the two down to the foot of Wudang Mountain, where a carriage awaited, and felt reluctant to see them go.
“Lord Buk Goong Ryeong, Benefactor Bu. I shall surely repay this debt of gratitude in the future.”
Bu Eunseol and Buk Goong Ryeong exchanged glances and offered wry smiles.
Song Ak still remained unaware of the true circumstances surrounding this affair, believing instead that everything had been resolved thanks to Buk Goong Ryeong and Bu Eunseol.
“We merely helped one another. There is no debt between us.”
As Bu Eunseol smiled, Song Ak’s expression brightened as well.
The two walked different paths and belonged to different generations.
Yet somehow, a friendship had begun to blossom between them.
“Take care of yourself, Lord Buk Goong Ryeong.”
Buk Goong Ryeong nodded lightly and departed in the carriage with Bu Eunseol.
“There will be much work ahead now.”
Buk Goong Ryeong spoke to Bu Eunseol as he gazed quietly out the window.
“I must build a solid faction within the Murim Alliance.”
Bu Eunseol held a faint smile.
She could discern that his intention to do so was partly to aid her.
“Is there truly a need to go to such lengths?”
“No Bu’s mind has not grown dull with age, after all.”
Buk Goong Ryeong offered a self-deprecating smile.
“It is not merely for you, but for Murim as well. Having carved my name upon monuments of heroes and such, I must earn my keep, must I not?”
My generation has already passed its time.
Now it falls to the young, like Bu Eunseol, to forge ahead.
What I must do now is gather trustworthy individuals and consolidate their strength.
So that I may render aid swiftly whenever needed.
“I see.”
As Bu Eunseol smiled, Buk Goong Ryeong spoke.
“Where will you go? It seems you do not intend to return to the Murim Alliance.”
“Ah.”
Only then did Bu Eunseol recall something and ask.
“When I slew that impostor Song Ok, he mentioned a place called Jijoong Mountain.”
“Jijoong Mountain?”
“Yes. To my knowledge, I have never heard of a mountain by such a name. Do you know anything of it?”
Buk Goong Ryeong pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
“I have never heard of such a mountain either.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol stroked her chin thoughtfully.
“In any case, I intend to conduct further investigation into Jijoong Mountain before departing.”
“We cannot leave the position vacant. This is the Murim Alliance, not the Demon Hall.”
“Do not worry. I have my own shadow.”
“Your shadow?”
I gave Buk Goong Ryeong a brief explanation about Seo Jin Ha, who served as my shadow.
It was partly a matter of trusting Buk Goong Ryeong, but also because when Seo Jin Ha assumed the identity of Seon Woo Jin,
I wanted to ensure that Buk Goong Ryeong would not become flustered or have his plans disrupted.
“How meticulous.”
Buk Goong Ryeong clicked his tongue in admiration.
“Indeed, having gone to such lengths, it makes sense that you would even take on the role of Lord of the Murim Alliance.”
“I have already informed the Elder about this beforehand. Just in case it is him instead of me, please treat him well.”
“Do not worry. There will be no disruption to my plans because of No Bu.”
Buk Goong Ryeong smiled in an uncharacteristic manner.
A smile bloomed at the corners of my lips as well.
“Then we shall meet again.”
Stepping down from the moving carriage, I immediately headed toward An Ga, where the secret branch of Sa Hon Dae was located in Xian Prefecture.
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As expected, there was no such place as Jijoong Mountain.
Sa Hon Dae had conducted a thorough investigation for four days and nights, and including Zhong Yuan,
they had searched the entire Sae Oe region, but there was no mountain bearing the name Jijoong Mountain.
A mountain cannot conceal or hide its location, nor can it flee with legs.
Despite mobilizing the full intelligence capabilities of Sa Hon Dae, the Demonic Path’s supreme information division, they could not find a single ordinary mountain.
In the end, Jijoong Mountain was a place that did not exist from the beginning.
“Jijoong—the middle of the earth.”
I sat in the secret chamber of An Ga, lost in deep contemplation.
Had the old man disguised as Song Ok deliberately lied?
‘That cannot be.’
I shook my head.
Even if I could not trust the old man’s words, I could trust Ah Yeon’s words.
But Jijoong Mountain did not exist anywhere.
That meant it was not a simple place name, but perhaps a cipher or a secret term known only to them.
“How could a mountain exist in the middle of the earth?”
As I pondered, my eyes suddenly gleamed with realization.
“Jijoong… a mountain in the middle of the earth.”
Until now, I had discovered numerous underground fortresses throughout the Three Realms.
Those could certainly be called underground.
But if a mountain existed in the middle of the earth? Could it not be in the shape of a massive well?
“Could it be referring to a volcanic lake?”
There would be no well in the shape of a mountain.
Then could it not refer to a lake formed by water pooling in the crater of a volcano?
“If it is a volcanic lake…”
Bu Eunseol stroked her chin thoughtfully.
“Ho Gwang Am in Guangdong seems most promising.”
Of course, if one considered locations beyond Zhong Yuan, there were several other possibilities.
But within Zhong Yuan itself, Ho Gwang Am in Guangdong was the only place that made sense.
“Let’s go and see for ourselves.”
Departing from An Ga, Bu Eunseol immediately set her course toward Guangdong.
After days of continuous lightness technique, she arrived at Noe Ju Bu.
Then she immediately made her way to the Ho Gwang Am region and began searching it thoroughly.
‘This wasn’t it either.’
Yet she found nothing particularly remarkable.
Upon reflection, calling it Jijoong Mountain was problematic—a fire mountain was still a mountain. One couldn’t truly call it a mountain within the earth.
‘I’ve wasted my effort.’
Bu Eunseol’s expression turned bitter.
In hindsight, the clue had been far too vague.
Finding the location of a mysterious organization based on a single phrase—Jijoong Mountain—was impossible from the start.
Bu Eunseol turned and left Ho Gwang Am.
But not long after, a pristine lake with crystalline waters came into view.
Bu Eunseol paused briefly, gazing at the lake.
And just as she was about to resume her lightness technique, a verdant mountain reflected in the water suddenly caught her eye.
“Jijoong Mountain.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened.
The mountain reflected in the lake was neither a peak rising from the earth nor a cavern descending below it.
It was quite literally a mountain created within the earth itself.
‘So Jijoong Mountain refers to the mountain reflected in the lake.’
Having grasped the meaning of Jijoong Mountain, Bu Eunseol headed toward the mountain reflected in the water.
“Hmm.”
As I ventured deeper into the boundless forest, I sensed an uncanny presence.
The clear sky had grown dark, and thick mist now shrouded the woods.
The deeper I went, the more my inner energy seemed to drain away, my meridians weakening.
‘Imperial Palace Technique?’
Imperial Palace Technique could specifically block the inner power of martial artists.
Moreover, practitioners could confine its effects to specific spaces like a formation.
Everything unfolding here seemed to originate from Imperial Palace Technique.
‘I hope this works.’
Most martial artists knew nothing of the origins or principles of Imperial Palace Technique.
But I had traversed Gangho and faced Sam Gye, experiencing countless bizarre martial arts along the way.
Thus, I had deduced that the Imperial Palace Technique’s power here resembled sorcery.
Zing.
As Ethereal Spirit Energy enveloped my entire body, the weakening of my meridians gradually subsided.
Ethereal Spirit Energy was effective even against Imperial Palace Technique.
‘Indeed, this is power worthy of the Infinite Realm’s desire.’
Bu Eunseol gazed down at the transparent energy lingering in her palm and drew a deep breath.
The Infinite Realm’s purpose in conducting human experiments was not merely to strengthen the physical body, but ultimately to artificially create Sasin energy.
Which meant, perhaps.
Had the Infinite Realm been locked in prolonged conflict with those wielding such bizarre forces?
For Sasin energy transcends all manner of heterogeneous power.
Tap, tap.
Bu Eunseol extended her hand as she walked along the path.
Though the road stretched open before her, she could advance no further.
It was as though an invisible, transparent wall had materialized directly before her eyes.
Whoosh!
The moment she unleashed the Crystal Divine Energy accumulated in her left hand, transparent energy rippled outward in all directions.
But an unexpected result emerged.
Until now, every technique had crumbled the instant it touched the Crystal Divine Energy.
Yet now, despite pouring forth the Crystal Divine Energy relentlessly, the space merely undulated like waves.
The barrier blocking her path remained unbroken.
Rumble!
After maintaining the outpouring of Crystal Divine Energy for more than half a moment, her breathing suddenly grew labored.
‘It seems to still be an external force.’
Sasin energy is the force of nature, flowing and generating within the body with perfect naturalness.
But Bu Eunseol, having received the Crystal Divine Energy from without, could not yet sustain such endless expenditure.
‘If I’m being honest, the Thunder Divine Energy feels more natural.’
When wielding heterogeneous energy, Bu Eunseol habitually drew upon the Crystal Divine Energy first.
Because the moment she used it, unlike the Thunder Divine Energy that emanated violet radiance,
no matter how much she employed it, there was no outward sign that such power had been unleashed.
Yet reflecting upon it, what had truly taken root within her body was the Thunder Divine Energy.
That power obtained from the Yao Jian Plain, where lightning had struck endlessly, rivaled the level possessed by Thunder God Neung Bi Hon himself.
In other words, among heterogeneous energies, the Thunder Divine Energy was naturally the more potent and effortlessly wielded by Bu Eunseol.
Crackle! Snap, snap, snap!
As she drew upon the Thunder Divine Energy, violet flames engulfed her entire form, and intense thunder energy radiated outward in all directions.
Boom!
Bu Eunseol extended her right hand, and violet lightning began striking relentlessly against the transparent barrier blocking her path.
Crack, crack, crack! Rumble, rumble!
With each outpouring of Thunder Divine Energy, sounds of destruction and collapse echoed ceaselessly.
How much time had elapsed?
Screeeech.
With a peculiar sound, the transparent wall that had blocked Bu Eunseol’s path began to fade slowly away.
It felt as though the Thunder Divine Energy had melted the transparent glass barrier in a single breath.
“Remarkable.”
Bu Eunseol traced the space where the wall had vanished and let out an exclamation of wonder.
I cannot determine whether the transparent wall that blocked my path moments ago was sorcery or some form of imperial martial technique.
But the fact that intangible force could be manifested and erected like a physical object…
…was akin to a phenomenon that transcended the principles of martial theory itself.
*Whoosh.*
As I pierced through the sealed space, another forest landscape unfolded before my eyes.
Yet despite it being midday, this place was shrouded in absolute darkness—how was that possible?
Even more peculiar, a crimson moon hung in the sky above.
“Is such a thing even conceivable?”
Within Murim, formation techniques and barrier arts that separate space do exist.
But the notion that such a mysterious and arcane knowledge could divide time itself around a singular focal point…
…was something I had never even heard whispered as speculation.
Bu Eunseol paused briefly to consider her options,
*Click.*
and immediately deployed her face-altering technique, transforming Seol So’s visage into that of Seon Woo Jin.
Bu Eunseol’s true identity drew far too many enemies.
While Seol So was her most concealed persona, the vagrant’s identity offered little advantage when negotiating with other sects.
If this place belonged to a vast and mysterious organization…
…then Seon Woo Jin’s identity—with her connections to the Murim Alliance—was the most useful card to play.
After walking for some time, unfamiliar scenery came into view.
Though it was ostensibly the same forest,
the trees here were three to four times taller and thicker than those I had seen before, their leaves spreading wide as umbrellas.
From a distance, it resembled a forest inhabited by giants.
‘That must be the entrance.’
Halfway up the mountain, a massive fortress came into view—likely the headquarters of Jijoong Mountain.
*Thud, thud.*
As I finally approached the fortress entrance, a figure slowly emerged before me.
It was an elderly man with a robust, muscular frame.
His face, neck, and arms were covered in countless scars that, from a distance, resembled a violet spider’s web.
Yet my gaze fixed not on the old man’s scarred skin, but on his right arm.
His right arm was swollen to nearly three or four times the size of his ordinary left arm.
As if a giant’s limb had been grafted onto an ordinary human body.
“Could it be…”
My eyes widened.
Among Murim’s masters, there was only one whose right arm was grotesquely enlarged—
one who, alongside Jang Wang, had reached the pinnacle of martial mastery in fist, palm, finger, and foot techniques.
The Fist King, Seok Chi Haeng.
“Fist King, is that you?”
“Indeed.”
Seok Chi Haeng’s eyes blazed like an active volcano.
“How did you find your way into this place?”
Confusion flickered across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she heard those words.
Geol Wang was known as a martial artist who drifted through Gangho like a cloud, wandering without fixed purpose as he pursued the Way of Martial Arts.
Yet his current demeanor and tone—wasn’t he speaking like a gate commander guarding a fortress?
“I happened to find my way inside.”
Bu Eunseol feigned ignorance as she spoke.
“What brings you to this place, sir?”
Seok Chi Haeng was a master of martial arts who had ascended to the Four Gods Seven Kings long ago, a true martial devotee who wandered Gangho alone in pursuit of enlightenment through combat.
Since Bu Eunseol currently bore the identity of Seon Woo Jin, she was treating him with the respect due to a senior.
“You stumbled in by chance?”
Seok Chi Haeng let out a cold laugh.
“Do you know how many dregs from the Infinite Realm I’ve disposed of who tried to sneak in here with their identities concealed like you?”
“The Infinite Realm?”
Bu Eunseol furrowed her brow and shook her head.
“I am a Lord of the Murim Alliance.”
“Ha ha ha. How amusing.”
Seok Chi Haeng fixed her with a cold stare as he spoke.
“It seems the Lords of the Murim Alliance these days possess inner strength exceeding six decades and can wield the Righteous Divine Qi capable of breaking through the Eight Essence Black Jade Technique?”
‘It was a technique, then.’
From Seok Chi Haeng’s words, I understood that the transparent wall from before—
Even if it could be broken through with the power of righteousness, it was a technique that required inner strength exceeding six decades to penetrate, and he must have witnessed me shattering that transparent barrier from somewhere.
He had clearly observed my breakthrough from some vantage point.
“Look at you—always making excuses like that, crawling toward Ben Rim like cockroaches without end.”
“Ben Rim?”
Bu Eunseol tilted her head in confusion.
From Geol Wang’s response, it seemed he was referring to the sect within this fortress by some particular name.
“What sect does Ben Rim refer to, exactly?”
Seok Chi Haeng spoke as if she hadn’t asked anything.
“I don’t know what play you’re performing, but it’s pointless.”
By now, a tempestuous aura of qi whirled around Seok Chi Haeng’s left hand.
“Since you’ve entered this place, the only way out is to become a vengeful spirit.”
Even without him unleashing his palm technique, the ground beneath Bu Eunseol trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
“Very well.”
Realizing further conversation was meaningless, Bu Eunseol drew upon her inner strength.
‘This is actually a good opportunity.’
Geol Wang Seok Chi Haeng.
He was known to possess martial prowess nearly equal to Jang Wang Yuk Jang Cheon.
If I was to become the Tan Wang in the future, I would have to defeat Yuk Jang Cheon, my rival.
Through Seok Chi Haeng, who possessed comparable strength, I could gauge Yuk Jang Cheon’s true abilities.
A deep resonance echoed forth.
As Bu Eunseol drew upon her power, Seok Chi Haeng’s eyes widened.
Observing the undulating waves of true energy spreading like ripples across water, the purity and depth of his inner power transcended imagination itself.
“So the rabble of the Three Realms have crafted another monster.”
“Strike first.”
The moment Bu Eunseol switched to her original voice and manner of speech,
“How audacious.”
Seok Chi Haeng, wearing a cold sneer, immediately launched his attack.
A gentle whisper.
A light breeze grazed Bu Eunseol’s cheek as it passed.
Boom!
In that same instant, a massive ancient tree standing beside him exploded into dust.
“How dare you tell No Bu to strike first?”
Seok Chi Haeng spoke as though nauseated by the very notion.
“Draw your technique. It shall be the final martial art you ever display in this lifetime.”
‘Formidable power indeed.’
Rather than answer, Bu Eunseol glanced at the fragments of the shattered tree.
The Four Gods Seven Kings.
They were masters who possessed exceptional cultivation in their respective martial disciplines and wielded tremendous influence over the state of Murim.
Yet until now, Bu Eunseol had not held the Four Gods Seven Kings in particularly high regard.
Since defeating Geol Wang and greatly advancing her martial arts, she had matched Buk Goong Ryeong, who ranked somewhere in the middle of the Seven Kings.
Thus she had only been wary of the Four Gods, each possessing mysterious powers, and the Dark King Yeop Hyo Cheon, who had reached the pinnacle of the Seven Kings.
The remaining Kings she had deemed unremarkable.
But upon witnessing Seok Chi Haeng, that assessment had completely reversed.
‘This one is genuine.’
With merely a light strike,
Seok Chi Haeng had demonstrated power far more intense than Tan Wang Buk Goong-ryeong unleashing his full internal energy.
Moreover, he had woven the subtleties of multiple martial disciplines into a single fist.
“This is a waste of time.”
Seeing Bu Eunseol standing motionless, Seok Chi Haeng mistook her for someone frozen in fear and shook his head.
“Simply die.”
His killing intent flashing, he extended another fist.
Boom! Boom!
From a single technique, two explosive sounds erupted.
Simultaneously, terrifying fist force burrowed toward Bu Eunseol from both sides.
‘Powerful.’
A light tap.
Bu Eunseol leaped instantly, evading the fist force.
Boom!
At the same moment, an explosion rippled outward as Bu Eunseol fell back to the ground.
Now she understood—the fist force pouring from both sides had been a feint, while the invisible power striking from behind was the true attack.
“A monstrous creature.”
Seok Chi Haeng’s pupils trembled like ripples across water.
His deceptively light fist strike could shatter mountains.
Yet Bu Eunseol, struck squarely on the back, stood ramrod straight—her pristine inner energy radiating outward in brilliant threads.

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