The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 628

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Chapter 628.
Bu Eunseol took a deep breath.
So in the end, wasn’t she saying that I myself might be a person of the legendary Baek Ri Family?
Considering that my father Baek Ri Mu Ha had become the successor of the Three Realms and earned the reputation of being the greatest master in Murim, it wasn’t an impossible story.
“Let’s say I am a person of the Baek Ri Family.”
Bu Eunseol’s expression turned sorrowful.
“Is there a need for that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why must we sacrifice so many lives to prevent extinction and such things?”
And she spoke with an expression of utmost gravity.
“What value would there be in preventing extinction by sacrificing countless people?”
“….”
“If the world can only be preserved by sacrificing people, wouldn’t it be better if it simply ceased to exist?”
Bi Yeon spoke calmly.
“There was a time when I held the same thoughts as you.”
“….”
“But soon you will come to understand that extinction does not merely mean the end of the world.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You will understand someday. Even if I told you now, you would not comprehend it.”
In Bi Yeon’s long, narrow eyes, both joy and sorrow welled up simultaneously.
“Now only I remain in Gokgeomrim.”
She drew in a deep breath.
“In truth, my body has already become half Dark Divine Energy. That’s why I don’t die even when the Divine Artifact shatters.”
She was asking Bu Eunseol to kill her.
“If you wish to end your own life, do it yourself.”
Bu Eunseol could not kill Bi Yeon.
She was not an evil person, and all the people of Gokgeomrim had merely sacrificed their bodies to complete the Dark Divine Energy.
I had no right to take their lives.
“I cannot do it myself. I told you. Half of my body has… become Dark Divine Energy.”
Bi Yeon spoke with a desolate expression.
“I have waited for this moment for so long.”
Her eyes seemed as if she were dreaming.
“Life is but a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow. Dreams and fantasies that ultimately vanish silently without form, like foam and shadows.”
Bi Yeon spoke with a smile.
“Send me off… with a smile.”
“I refuse.”
Bu Eunseol bit her lip.
I had thought all the forces of the Abyss were nothing but evil people.
But Gokgeomrim simply held their own convictions and sought to birth the Dark Divine Energy to save the world.
From my perspective, it was rather those called the Inbiyin who had helped Gokgeomrim that were closer to evil.
“You want to destroy the Infinite Realm?”
Bi Yeon spoke with composure.
“When you shattered the Dharma Vessel, I caught a glimpse of it. What dwells in your heart.”
Just as Bu Eunseol had witnessed the fragmented memories of the lingering resentments within the Dharma Vessel, Bi Yeon too seemed to have glimpsed Bu Eunseol’s memories in scattered fragments.
“Ben Rim has been the enemy of the Infinite Realm since long ago. They sought to steal what we possess.”
Bi Yeon spoke in a soothing tone.
“I’ll tell you. The secrets of the Infinite Realm. So that you can destroy them.”
“You need not destroy the Infinite Realm.”
Bu Eunseol spoke earnestly.
“Do not abandon your life. Though the world may be harsh, there will come good days if you endure.”
“I know. But I am far too old, and I have sustained this life for far too long.”
Bi Yeon gazed intently at Bu Eunseol.
Her lips had already begun to wither gradually.
Only then did Bu Eunseol comprehend.
Now that the Dharma Vessel had shattered and all the people of Gokgeomrim had ended their tenacious lives and drawn their final breaths,
if she were left alone, she would become aged and grotesque…
and none could know how many long years she would spend in solitude within Gokgeomrim.
“Of course, I am sorry to him.”
Bi Yeon recalled Seok Chi Haeng, who had always guarded the entrance of Gokgeomrim. He who had gazed upon her for so long.
He had wandered the Gangho, and through fate’s thread connecting him to her, remained at her side his entire life—
yet regrettably, Bi Yeon was far too old, and could not accept his feelings.
“Killing me won’t be easy.”
Before Bu Eunseol could respond, Bi Yeon smiled faintly.
“When I’m attacked, my power manifests of its own accord. Then you could be in danger. You could even die.”
“….”
“But… you will do it, won’t you?”
Bu Eunseol nodded with a grave expression.
For she could see reflected in her eyes the image of Bi Yeon, growing old and infirm in solitude, awaiting only death.
A wish cherished through countless ages… could not be refused.
“Not to obtain information about the Infinite Realm.”
*Shing.*
Bu Eunseol drew her blade.
“For your sake.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled radiantly and closed her eyes.
“Everything will… be well.”
*Nod.*
Bu Eunseol, nodding, infused her inner energy into Muk Hon’s Sword.
Sensing that murderous intent, a brilliant light flowed from Bi Yeon’s left eye.
The light gradually filled half her body…
It became a single mass of transparent, soft radiance that even reflected Bu Eunseol’s own figure like a mirror.
A high-pitched hum.
Then Bi Yeon’s form vanished.
In her place appeared a middle-aged man dressed in white robes, emanating an air of noble dignity.
Baek Ri Mu Jo.
Among all the masters whose skills I had directly tested, this was the one opponent from whom I had never tasted victory.
‘This is no illusion.’
Bu Eunseol swallowed hard as she beheld Baek Ri Mu Jo before her eyes.
‘She’s replicated the very abilities that exist within my mind.’
The power of Bi Yeon, merged with the Dark Divine Artifact, seemed to work by
manifesting the form of anyone whom she deemed could never be defeated.
A brilliant flash erupted.
From Baek Ri Mu Jo’s hand, a dazzling radiance burst forth.
His Sacred Blade—the pinnacle sword technique of Dok Moon—unfolded instantly.
A tremendous roar.
The light poured down upon Bu Eunseol like a vast galaxy collapsing.
Bu Eunseol evaded swiftly, yet the light grazed her.
A searing burn.
Her meridians ignited with agony, and her internal organs twisted.
“Cough.”
In an instant, grievously wounded, she spat blood.
‘It’s true, then.’
Bi Yeon’s words had not been lies.
Her power, merged with the Dark Divine Artifact, was at a level that even my martial prowess could not easily contend with.
Because the figure before me was the true Baek Ri Mu Jo, displaying the exact might of his sword techniques.
‘She has materialized a person from within another’s mind…’
If this were merely an illusion, it would have no effect on one who had achieved Perfect Spiritual Enlightenment.
Yet this Baek Ri Mu Jo displayed sword techniques identical in level to the real Baek Ri Mu Jo I had fought.
In other words, she had materialized the Baek Ri Mu Jo that existed within my spirit.
‘Materializing mental images is the manifestation ability of Cheon Am Sung, and a characteristic of the Baek Ri Family.’
But there was no time to dwell on these thoughts.
Another brilliant flash.
In that moment, Baek Ri Mu Jo’s blade unleashed a pure white radiance in relentless succession.
The Sacred Blade.
That absolute sword technique, created by Baek Ri Mu Jo, could neither be blocked nor evaded with any certainty.
Slash! Hum! Slash!
Bu Eunseol deployed her Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement at full power, yet the Sacred Blade moved at the speed of light itself, overtaking her movements in an instant.
When she attempted close combat, the Sacred Blade expanded in a fan shape and ensnared her.
When she attacked from a distance, it unleashed radiant streaks like arrows in relentless volleys.
Moreover, here she could not fully exert her inner strength, leaving her Supreme Yin-Yang techniques and the Eternal Paradox martial arts completely sealed.
The only technique I could manifest was the Ethereal Divine Technique.
Considering the power of Baek Ri Mu Jo’s Holy Sword… the only way to counter it was the Thunder Divine Technique.
Zzzzzt.
As I gathered the Thunder Divine Technique, violet flames began erupting from my Muk Hon Sword.
But seeing those flames, a profound realization suddenly flashed through my mind.
―Can you really break through the gates with martial prowess alone?
Bi Yeon’s words suddenly came back to me.
―All the gates within the Tower cannot be destroyed by force—they exist in the realm of enlightenment.
The martial gates created in Gokgeomrim’s Tower were not meant to be shattered through raw martial power.
They demanded enlightenment as their focus.
‘Rather than employing powerful and superior martial techniques, one must deploy the right technique at the right moment for the situation.’
Click.
I sheathed my Muk Hon Sword as I gazed down at the cascading light.
In that moment, Baek Ri Mu Jo unleashed his Holy Sword upon me with absolute precision.
But there was something different.
The extremity I had felt within the martial gate.
Adaptive response.
The truly terrifying aspect of Baek Ri Mu Jo was not the power of that Holy Sword.
It was his ability to predict the opponent’s first move, seize that precise instant, and unfold his technique at the perfect moment.
But the Holy Sword he was unleashing now was merely a Holy Sword.
And it had granted me a thread-thin opportunity.
Flash!
Once again, the Holy Sword descended upon me with perfect accuracy.
But it was still merely a Holy Sword meant to kill me.
It did not contain Baek Ri Mu Jo’s true martial enlightenment.
Whoosh!
From my unsheathed Muk Hon Sword emerged a brilliant crimson flame.
The world’s time froze, and only my glowing red Muk Hon Sword surged forward.
In Baek Ri Mu Jo’s flawlessly executed Holy Sword, I had finally discovered the flaw.
Flash!
All the light that had painted the world white vanished.
Thud, thud, thud.
And before my eyes appeared Bi Yeon, clutching her throat, blood streaming from her wound.
“So that was it.”
I wore a slightly moved expression.
The moment I unfolded the Musang Cheon Ryu technique, I could understand.
Since she had created the martial gate, she too must have deeply mastered the subtleties of adaptive response.
Through this battle, she had…
…arranged for me to master the subtleties of adaptive response once more through actual combat.
“I thought you would be capable of it.”
Bi Yeon smiled faintly.
“Because I truly felt like I could destroy a world like this.”
Splurt.
Blood finally gushed from her neck.
As Bu Eunseol quickly supported her, Bi Yeon held a faint smile and struggled to open her mouth.
“Go to Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.”
“Cheon Hye Medicine Forest?”
“Il Mong Ja, called the Medical Immortal, is the Heavenly Sovereign of the Infinite Realm.”
Thump.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened in shock.
Cheon Hye Medicine Forest had saved countless people throughout the years, created by Il Mong Ja, who was called the Medical Immortal.
It was the greatest Medical Guild in Zhong Yuan.
But Cheon Hye Medicine Forest was the headquarters of the Infinite Realm, and Il Mong Ja was the Heavenly Sovereign?
“The Infinite Realm has relentlessly attacked Ben Rim. However, even knowing their headquarters… we couldn’t attack them.”
Gush, gush, gush.
As blood poured out, Bi Yeon’s complexion, gripping her neck, became pale as paper.
“Would you show me your true face?”
Bi Yeon spoke with a smile.
“So that I remember you even in the afterlife.”
Click, click, click.
Bu Eunseol immediately deployed the Face-Changing Bone Technique and returned to her original appearance.
Then her hair, which had been tied in a topknot, came undone, revealing her beautiful visage like a painting.
“You are…”
In that moment, Bi Yeon’s eyes widened greatly.
“How could this be…”
She, who had been gasping, froze with her eyes wide open.
She never finished her words and simply expired.
“Why did you look at me like that…”
Bu Eunseol couldn’t comprehend it.
That Bi Yeon was so shocked upon seeing her face—was it because someone resembled her?
Or was there another reason?
“Eventually, everything will be revealed.”
Bu Eunseol decided not to wonder any further.
As I continued my journey through Gangho and strived onward, the secrets I had been curious about were unraveling one by one.
Whether it was Gwi Il Gye, Cheonghae Gye, the Infinite Realm, or another Gokgeomrim…
Eventually, all of their secrets would be exposed to the world, and they would inevitably crumble.
Because they must possess the Dark Divine Artifacts.
Because I bore the destiny of destroying the Dark Divine Artifacts.
“The beginning will be the Infinite Realm.”
At last, I had identified the headquarters of the Infinite Realm and the true identity of its Heavenly Sovereign.
The time has come to crush the Infinite Realm and Cheon Joon, one of the three powers that have been arbitrarily dominating Murim.
The time has come to crush the Infinite Realm and Cheon Joon, one of the three powers that have been arbitrarily dominating Murim.
Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
This was a Medical Guild founded by Il Mong Ja, known as the Benevolent Physician, the most renowned Medical Guild in Murim and a place revered by countless people.
This place treated the poor and young boys who had not yet come of age without charging a single coin, providing free medical care.
In contrast, when treating the wealthy, they charged exorbitant fees.
The rich were dissatisfied with such a policy.
However, because the physicians of Cheon Hye Medicine Forest were so skilled in medicine, those who fell gravely ill had no choice but to seek them out.
By continuing to aid the poor and provide free treatment in this manner.
Rim Ju, Il Mong Ja, the founder of Cheon Hye Medicine Forest, was revered by countless people.
The world called him the Benevolent Physician as a mark of respect.
Around noon, when warm sunlight poured down.
A gaunt young man was stumbling toward the entrance of Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
Though his features appeared refined, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were soaked with filth.
Moreover, as if he had walked a great distance, his shoes were completely worn through, with his big toe protruding forward.
Beyond his unkempt appearance, his complexion was extremely pale and he coughed weakly and repeatedly.
It seemed he was likely afflicted with a serious illness.
“What brings you here?”
As the young man approached, a middle-aged man who had been conversing with the physicians at the gate entrance spoke to him.
It was Eom Jeok, the administrator of Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
“I am….”
When Eom Jeok, who was not merely a physician but held a position of considerable authority, addressed him, the young man hesitated for a moment before moving his parched lips with difficulty.
“I am Im Ji Pyeong from Fukken. I heard that this place provides free treatment unconditionally for those who have not yet come of age….”
“Ah.”
Eom Jeok examined the young man Im Ji Pyeong from head to toe and nodded.
“Of course.”
He smiled warmly and took Im Ji Pyeong’s hand.
“Come inside first. Let us speak within.”
Im Ji Pyeong was led by Eom Jeok’s hand into Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
“Ah.”
Gazing upon the expansive courtyard that opened before him, Im Ji Pyeong’s eyes widened as he took in the interior.
Within, numerous Palace Halls stood densely packed, and large crowds of people moved about in all directions.
Moreover, long lines of patients extended from each Palace Hall.
For patients unable to enter the halls, temporary beds were arranged at regular intervals across the spacious courtyard.
Dozens of physicians in medical robes moved busily between the halls, with young attendants following behind carrying medicinal decoctions.
There was none of the typical scene of ordinary physicians demanding payment before even taking a pulse.
It was truly a Medical Guild itself.
Cheon Hye Medicine Forest was a place where genuine physicians gathered, ceaselessly devoted to treating patients.
“That area is crowded, so come this way.”
Eom Jeok led Im Ji Pyeong directly without summoning servants, bringing him to a certain Palace Hall within Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
He then led Im Ji Pyeong to a ward densely lined with beds and spoke with a gentle expression.
“First, I need to know several things in order to treat you properly.”
The middle-aged man inquired in detail about where Im Ji Pyeong lived, his name, and when he first fell ill.
“I’m eighteen years old. The illness first manifested a year ago, when I was walking along Seo Mun Great Road after finishing my studies at the academy….”
Eom Jeok carefully committed the details about Im Ji Pyeong to memory, then extended his hand to begin taking his pulse.
“Your body was already weakened by illness, and the long journey here has taken a considerable toll. You should rest here for now.”
He then turned to Wi Sa, who had followed behind.
“Have them bring a bowl of medicinal broth from the Sipjeon Hall that can fortify qi and blood.”
Wi Sa bowed and left the room.
Not long after, young So Dong returned carrying a bowl of medicinal broth with steam rising from it.
“Thank you.”
Im Ji Pyeong drank the broth without hesitation.
Warmth spread through his body, and the fatigue that had accumulated seemed to dissipate all at once.
“How do you feel?”
“I seem to be regaining my strength.”
“You must be exhausted. Rest here for a moment. I’ll have the Haeng Rim arrange proper treatment for you shortly.”
“Thank you.”
Whether from the medicine’s effects or not, his eyelids grew heavy and drowsiness overwhelmed him.
With an embarrassed expression, Im Ji Pyeong fell asleep on the bed as soon as Eom Jeok left the room.
“Hmm.”
Not long after, Eom Jeok returned with a young Haeng Rim, approaching the place where Im Ji Pyeong slept deeply.
He gazed intently at the sleeping Im Ji Pyeong, then began to take his pulse once more.
“Indeed, possessing a Golden Spirit Celestial Body, he absorbs medicinal efficacy quite well.”
The perpetually gentle expression on Eom Jeok’s face turned distinctly sinister.
He extended all ten fingers and began palpating Im Ji Pyeong’s body with great care.
“Mm, mm.”
Whatever pleased him so, he continued to murmur in satisfaction while nodding repeatedly.
“A body worth using. Very much worth using. Once I cure the lung disease, he’ll be perfect.”
He then withdrew a thick long needle from his robes and forcefully drove it into the sleeping Im Ji Pyeong’s lower dantian.
Despite the needle being inserted deeply, not a single drop of blood emerged.
He had struck the Qi Hai point with perfect precision.
“Treat him with medicine starting today. And….”
Eom Jeok whispered something in an extremely low voice to the young Haeng Rim.
The Haeng Rim, listening with a respectful posture, nodded repeatedly and bowed.
Im Ji Pyeong’s body was gradually recovering.
Drinking the medicinal broths provided by Cheon Hye Medicine Forest, receiving acupuncture treatments, eating well at each meal, and sleeping soundly—
The symptoms of breathlessness and complete lack of vitality slowly disappeared.
Gradually his complexion brightened, and the sallow skin that had hung loosely began to regain its natural color.
But at some point, his condition worsened again.
“Is my illness truly incurable?”
In response to Im Ji Pyeong’s question, Haeng Rim, who was overseeing the treatment, spoke matter-of-factly.
“Chronic ailments don’t heal in a single session. They improve and deteriorate in cycles. We must be patient and dedicate ourselves to a prolonged course of treatment.”
“I see.”
Im Ji Pyeong nodded with an apologetic expression.
“I’m deeply sorry for being such a burden for so long.”
Though his words conveyed contrition, a smile played at the corners of his mouth.
With each meal, he received nourishing food, and his treatment cost him nothing.
For someone who had endured poverty for so long, the time spent in Cheon Hye Medicine Forest was nothing short of paradise.
Days passed in this manner.
‘Hmm.’
In the dead of night, Im Ji Pyeong, who had been sleeping soundly on his bed, slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes gleamed in the darkness as they scanned his surroundings repeatedly, and with meticulous care, he rose from his bed.
Was he planning something?
Stepping outside the Palace Hall where the patients stayed, he glanced about before making his way slowly toward the depths of Cheon Hye Medicine Forest.
‘Haeng Rim comes to check my condition roughly every half hour.’
Over the past few days, Im Ji Pyeong had feigned sleep while carefully noting the times when Haeng Rim’s people made their nightly rounds.
He had identified a window when no one was moving about and slipped out discreetly.
Whoosh.
He moved between the Palace Halls with a distinctive gliding gait.
Then, sensing something amiss, he stopped and looked down at his lower abdomen.
‘They struck my dantian perfectly.’
Im Ji Pyeong smiled with quiet confidence.
Despite having his dantian sealed, he could still freely channel his inner energy.
Whooom!
As he drew upon his inner power, his eyes shimmered with an azure radiance reminiscent of the sea.
Remarkably, he was unaffected by any method of inner energy suppression.
The Gyeong Ha Moon’s Heaven-Transcending Absolute Technique—known three hundred years ago as the supreme internal cultivation method of Murim.
He was cultivating the Jade Body Mysterious Qi technique.

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