The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 634

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Chapter 634.
Bu Eunseol gazed toward the Distant Sky with hollow eyes.
Those fools clinging to such convictions.
What in the world were they protecting by holding onto them?
“By such logic, I should have spent my entire life quietly tending to corpses, never needing to set foot in this merciless Gangho.”
[….]
“The Infinite Realm was nothing but a gathering of madmen.”
Bu Eunseol muttered with an expression of futility.
“Had I known the Infinite Realm was a den of lunatics, I would never have bothered wondering what they intended or what purpose they harbored.”
[Bu Eunseol.]
It was then that Cheon Joon spoke in a low voice.
[You do not understand.]
“No, I understand well enough.”
[Are you saying you do not know that Murim has already been annihilated multiple times?]
An unexpected statement emerged from Cheon Joon’s shadow.
[It is not the first time. Murim has repeatedly undergone annihilation throughout history.]
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed.
Murim had been annihilated multiple times?
[The descendants who survived those annihilations rebuilt Murim and created forces like Ben Gye.]
Beyond the Three Realms, Murim harbored mysterious forces such as the Yang Seol Family and Gokgeomrim, all of whom remained vigilant against Murim’s annihilation.
If that were truly the case, as Cheon Joon claimed—
Had Murim already endured multiple annihilations, with the survivors creating these very forces?
[Ben Gye strives to prevent this cycle of brutal history from repeating.]
“What does it matter?”
Intense light blazed from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“If this is a world where survival depends on the sacrifice of others, then destruction a hundred times over is only natural.”
[Truly dangerous thinking.]
Cheon Joon shook his head.
[I thought you would understand by now.]
Cheon Joon clicked his tongue with regret.
In his eyes, Bu Eunseol was also one of the chosen, a being fully capable of rewriting Murim’s history just as they were.
Yet she chose the path of annihilation out of mere compassion?
Cheon Joon could not hide his genuine disappointment.
“I do not know where the Heavenly Emperor is, but the Infinite Realm ends today, completely.”
[Hehehehe. Surely not.]
Cheon Joon laughed softly.
[If Ben Gye could be destroyed by external force, it would have perished long ago.]
As Bu Eunseol prepared to attack immediately, Cheon Joon turned to the Special Divine Guard standing motionless—Gam Ryung Sang In—and commanded him.
[Kill all patients related to the Murim Realm and Merchant Realm in Ben Rim, as well as all government officials. Do it in the name of Bu Eunseol.]
Cheon Joon’s dark shadow rippled.
[You must have anticipated it from the moment you spoke of striking the Ben Gye. All the patients in Ben Rim are hostages.]
A crescent-shaped fold appeared in the shadow cast by Cheon Joon’s form.
[I’m curious how you resolved this problem. After all, those past the age of majority were never accepted as patients at Ben Rim.]
Most patients at Cheon Hae Yak Rim were youths and young boys before reaching adulthood, with no adults accepted.
The adults within were merely an extremely small number, like Chong Gwan or those of Haeng Rim’s caliber.
Because of this, it was impossible to infiltrate exceptional masters by carefully selecting them.
“Cheon Joon.”
At that moment, Gam Ryung Sang In, who had bowed his head, spoke in a low voice.
“It appears skilled young boys have been infiltrated as patients.”
As he lifted his head, eyes stained white were revealed.
He appeared to be blind.
[Once you departed, they immediately began their operations… destroying the mechanisms remaining in Ben Rim and exposing the hidden locations.]
Listening to this account, Bu Eunseol felt a peculiar thought arise.
This place and Cheon Hae Yak Rim were separated by at least thousands of leagues.
Yet how could one immediately perceive the internal situation of Cheon Hae Yak Rim?
“That man with the pale eyes must possess the Thousand-League Vision, able to see and hear from great distances.”
Bu Eunseol, having grasped something, let out an exclamation.
“So that’s why Sam Gye’s intelligence surpasses that of Ben Jeon.”
Even as Bu Eunseol murmured this, Cheon Joon did not respond, merely staring intently at Gam Ryung Sang In.
It appeared he was issuing some instruction through sound transmission.
[Young masters, you say.]
Cheon Joon, turning his gaze back to Bu Eunseol, murmured.
[The youths of Nangya Pavilion could not yet have been cultivated into masters of sufficient caliber… so you must have deployed those children brought from Sa Hyang.]
Remarkably, he saw through the circumstances of Nangya Pavilion with perfect clarity.
Which meant that Nangya Pavilion too… ultimately possessed the ears and eyes of Sam Gye.
[But the countless patients who entered Ben Rim have long been consuming Inhwa.]
In the shadow of Cheon Joon gazing upon Bu Eunseol, a white mouth formed.
[They are the descendants of major figures in Murim, the Merchant Realm, and the Gwan Bu. They are not at a level where one can simply act upon them through rescue.]
Cheon Joon spoke coldly.
[If you abandon this now, I will spare their lives. But if you continue to oppose the Ben Gye, they will soon die from poisoning.]
The second hostage of the Infinite Realm.
It was the lives of the countless patients they had treated.
Even if they were removed from Cheon Hae Yak Rim, without Inhwa they could not survive.
Especially if they were the children of high officials, they could never be touched carelessly.
“Surely you didn’t overlook that as well.”
As Bu Eunseol spoke with leisurely composure, Cheon Joon turned his head.
Then the white light flowing from Gam Ryung Sang In’s eyes grew even more intense.
“They all appear to have been freed from Inhwa addiction.”
[What did you say?]
For the first time, Cheon Joon reacted with great force.
[Did the Demon Palace truly create an antidote to free someone from Inhwa poisoning? That’s impossible.]
Because I kept my ears open to the Murim Alliance as well.
I was aware that the Jongri Estate had created their own antidote to Inhwa poisoning in their own way.
But the Jongri Estate was a place that held the Demonic Path in extreme contempt.
And Jong Ri Sa Hyeon was absolutely not the type of person who would give his life’s masterwork to the successor of the Demon Palace.
How in the world did that bastard manage to create an antidote to Inhwa in the meantime?
“You should break that habit of making bold declarations.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze grew cold as she looked at Cheon Joon.
“It seems like that habit will cause you suffering even in Hell.”
[Hehehehe.]
Cheon Joon let out a low chuckle, then nodded to the Special Divine Guards surrounding him.
[Store this one’s dharma body well in the Secret Refuge. I shall handle this one myself.]
The Special Divine Guards bowed their heads and attempted to enter the Secret Passage, carrying the Glass Chamber.
Whoosh!
But before them, black true energy whipped through the air like a lash.
Bu Eunseol had unfurled the Yeouui Formation to block their path.
[So you truly came alone.]
Sharp eyes formed within Cheon Joon’s shadow as he faced Bu Eunseol.
[Otherwise, you could not have escaped the sight of the Ben Gye and come here in secret.]
“Being alone is sufficient to sever your head.”
Bu Eunseol gestured toward Cheon Joon’s shadow.
“Come. Without regret.”
What made Cheon Hae Medicine Forest—or rather, the Infinite Realm—so fearsome was not merely that they possessed tremendous martial power and influence.
It was that they were beings who could never be touched in the first place.
But Bu Eunseol had shattered all their barriers.
What remained was Cheon Joon and Bu Eunseol.
Nothing but a one-on-one battle.
[Well, if I kill you, everything ends.]
Even if I shattered all the barriers of the Infinite Realm, if Bu Eunseol died, everything would be finished.
Cheon Joon intended to resolve everything through the simplest method.
[Shall we begin slowly.]
Cheon Joon smiled faintly.
[There is still plenty of time before I kill you.]
Shing.
Bu Eunseol immediately drew the Muk Hon Sword.
In the past, when I first encountered Cheon Joon in the Joyang Plains,
I could not move a single hand and nearly suffered defeat.
If Bul Jon had not appeared in the middle of it, I would have been swallowed by death immediately.
After that day, I had fought against Cheon Joon hundreds of times in my mind in preparation for this battle.
And in every single one of those battles, I had lost.
Because I had not fully comprehended Cheon Joon’s abilities.
But after meeting Bi Yeon and battling the memory of Baek Ri Mu Jo that lingered in my mind,
Bu Eunseol came to understand a singular truth.
I had already experienced Cheon Joon’s terrifying techniques once before, and they were etched deeply into my spirit.
If I thought calmly about it, I could certainly find a way to counter those techniques.
Returning to meditation, Bu Eunseol calmly recalled the circumstances she had endured on the Joyang Plains.
At that time, Cheon Joon had resolved to kill Bu Eunseol, unleashing a void technique that drew her into the realm of death—a mysterious method.
Yet that technique had been easily shattered by Bul Jon’s dharma power and Buddhist light.
Only later did Bu Eunseol belatedly realize it was not true death.
[How confident. It seems you have discovered the secret to breaking this one’s techniques.]
Sensing Bu Eunseol’s calm vital response, he uttered an exclamation.
[Let us see, then.
Whoosh.
In that same instant, darkness consumed Bu Eunseol’s vision.
Once again, the realm of death—inescapable, undefendable—engulfed her body.
‘It is the same situation.’
Just as when I faced this attack on the Joyang Plains.
An overwhelming force seized Bu Eunseol and dragged her into the realm of death.
Her sight was pitch black, her spirit flooded with despair, and all she heard was a whistling sound in her ears.
At first, she had believed the destination was death itself.
But after prolonged study of Cheon Joon’s techniques, she realized it was not complete death.
‘It is like the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.’
As Bu Eunseol faced Cheon Joon’s technique once more, she grasped its secret perfectly.
Unless one was Death itself, who governed the realm of death,
to inflict death upon an opponent, one must also enter the realm of death.
But Cheon Joon had not entered the realm of death.
Because in his own way, he had created a new concept of death.
‘He transforms the despair he experienced into death and pours it upon his enemy.’
When Cheon Joon had fallen into demonic obsession in the past, most of his bodily functions had ceased.
Using life force injected from without, he manipulated Shadow and clung miserably to existence.
In other words, he had already,
through demonic obsession, tasted a kind of bodily death.
He transformed the pain and despair he had endured into a realm of death, drawing his opponent into it.
Shhhhh.
Upon entering the realm of death that Cheon Joon had created, Bu Eunseol felt as though her breath was being strangled.
The death Cheon Joon had made was a perfect cessation of the body.
Her body felt as though it were sinking into an endless black water, and she could not breathe.
Though she could not move a single finger, her mind remained lucid.
In such circumstances, anyone would go mad.
As her breath was cut off and she plummeted into the endless abyss, Bu Eunseol’s spirit began to prepare for death.
No matter how hard I struggled, my body would not move. For a living person, there is no greater terror than this.
My spirit, too, could not endure it and was preparing for death.
A tremor ran through me.
Gradually, my breath grew suffocated.
Though my eyes remained open, complete darkness shrouded my vision.
These were not hallucinations, but reality unfolding before me.
In perfect darkness, I could not breathe, could not move a single finger or toe.
It felt as though I were trapped in a narrow coffin.
Anyone in such circumstances would contemplate death.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Yet as my mind descended into death’s embrace,
my body—my heart—beat with vigorous strength instead.
Even as my spirit prepared for absolute death.
Even as I could not move a single finger.
Even as my breath grew ragged and the terror of darkness seized my mind.
Even as I felt pain that seemed to stop my breath…
Bu Eunseol did not surrender to despair and death. Instead, cherished memories began flooding into my consciousness.
―Yonseok, I knew you would do this!
The end of this state—unable to move a finger, gasping for breath in perfect darkness—was…
‘Playing corpse.’
It was the very game I had played with Bu Chanyang since childhood.
A ten-year-old child sealed inside a coffin could breathe for roughly four hours.
In theory, one could survive inside a coffin for about half a day.
But with no air circulation, breath grew progressively suffocated, and the black darkness pressed down upon the body with crushing force.
Being trapped in a narrow space where movement was impossible inflicted unbearable pain and terror upon even the most courageous of souls.
Bu Eunseol was no exception.
But after learning breathing techniques from my grandfather,
and after learning to control negative emotions such as fear,
I was able to perform this game naturally.
A soft sound echoed.
Endless terror, suffocating confinement, and despair assailed my body.
Yet Bu Eunseol calmly began to endure them.
How much time had passed?
The breath that had been strangled began to gradually open, and the despair and terror that had seized my spirit began to fade.
Death.
I had finally overcome the ‘death’ that Cheon Joon had poured upon me.
A brilliant flash!
From Bu Eunseol’s eyes, a blood-red radiance surged forth.
A resonant cry.
A sword’s song like the roar of a dragon pierced the air, and the sensation of all time in the world freezing spread outward.
The moment I escaped from Death, I caught Cheon Joon’s opening and immediately unleashed the Meteor Pursuit Technique.
Screech!
Cheon Joon’s shadow, struck by the Meteor Pursuit Technique, scattered in all directions.
After all, Cheon Joon’s shadow was merely a being formed by concentrated life force.
It could not truly be cut down.
Yet Cheon Joon’s shadow staggered as though it had suffered a mortal wound.
The martial technique of absolute conviction that he had boasted could never be escaped had shattered—and thus a subtle flaw had emerged in his spirit.
Moreover, since Cheon Joon was a shadow without a physical body, he possessed no further means of attack.
[Hmm.]
A strange exclamation poured forth from Cheon Joon’s wavering shadow.
[Truly, you are one who can stand as an adversary to Ben Gye.]
Cheon Joon’s shadow continued to undulate endlessly, as though revealing his anxious spirit.
“Have you finished with all your illusions now?”
Upon discovering Bu Eunseol’s composed expression, Cheon Joon stared at her for a long while.
[…There is no choice.]
Cheon Joon raised his hand.
Then the countless Special Divine Guards and Sa Ja who had entered the Secret Refuge began to emerge once more.
Rumble.
Their number was no fewer than a hundred.
The Sa Ja alone possessed the strength of masters who dominated the Murim, while the Special Divine Guards could wield martial techniques that transcended the limits of conventional martial arts.
Facing them all at once was no simple matter.
[Bu Eunseol. I shall kill you without fail.]
Screech!
At that very moment, Cheon Joon’s shadow spread outward in all directions like an unfurled spider’s web.
Boom. Boom.
Simultaneously, the hundred or so Special Divine Guards and Sa Ja collapsed as though by prior agreement.
Drip.
Suddenly, a black liquid began to fill the hemispherical metal portion within the Glass Chamber,
Splash splash splash.
rapidly filling the interior of the Glass Chamber.
“Did you think I would simply watch?”
Bu Eunseol immediately swung the Muk Hon Sword toward the Glass Chamber.
Clang!
The Glass Chamber shattered into fragments,
yet the black liquid that had filled it remained solidified in the exact shape of the Glass Chamber.
Whoosh.
The black liquid vanished entirely, and in its place, the physical body of Il Mong Ja, who had been seated in meditation, now stood upright.
He had absorbed the life force of over a hundred people through a bizarre technique and was now using it to animate his physical body.
[The method to move my physical body is nearly complete.]
As Cheon Joon, whose skin had become completely desiccated like withered wood, moved and opened his mouth, the sight was utterly grotesque beyond description.
[But without obtaining the life force of beings like the Special Divine Guard… my body cannot move.]
His voice had gradually transformed, no longer echoing like a phantom from all directions.
It now flowed as a human voice from human vocal cords.
“Perhaps I should have simply used my subordinates to attack instead. That would have given me a higher chance of survival, wouldn’t it?”
Bu Eunseol’s lips curled into a cold sneer.
“Could you even manage to fight with that creaking, decrepit body?”
Cheon Joon’s withered lips moved as he stared fixedly at Bu Eunseol.
[A moment is all I need. Time enough to kill you alone.]
“Then you’re saying you can move for at least two hours or more.”
[Hehehehe. Think as you wish.]
Thud.
As Cheon Joon rose and walked forward with his desiccated, jerky-like skin, a solemn aura of power emanated from him.
Cheon Joon’s martial prowess, having returned to his physical body through the Great Technique,
surpassed the power he had wielded in his shadow form—the power that had driven Bu Eunseol toward death without lifting a finger.
Whoosh!
A sharp blade of true qi erupted from Bu Eunseol’s body, cascading down upon Cheon Joon.
It was the Ruyi True Formation.
[Ma Cheon Je’s martial techniques, I see.]
As Cheon Joon swung his left hand as if grasping a massive sphere, the materialized Ruyi True Formation dispersed like mist in an instant.
Whirrrrr!
Bu Eunseol, as if she had anticipated such a method, began unleashing the Glacier River Current Formation.
“Hodgepodge martial techniques, how crude.”
The frigid aura of the Glacier River Current Formation shifted direction before it could even touch Cheon Joon’s body, pouring instead toward his left flank.
It was the Inversion of Heaven and Earth Formation—a secret technique of the Daoist path that allowed one to freely redirect all incoming force in any direction.
Whoosh!
Yet having discerned a flaw in his stance as he redirected the force, Bu Eunseol closed the distance in a single breath and thrust the Muk Hon Blade toward his throat.
Zing!
But the Muk Hon Blade could not advance further, as if blocked by an invisible wall before it could reach Cheon Joon’s neck.
[Did you expect me to be defenseless with this rotted body?]
The corners of Cheon Joon’s desiccated mouth curled upward.
[You’re weaker than I thought. Disappointing.]
Whoosh!
In that instant, the blade of the Muk Hon Blade condensed rapidly, then unleashed dozens of sword qi strikes.
The Inversion of Heaven and Earth may seem omnipotent, capable of redirecting all forces in any direction.
But in reality, it can only redirect force from one direction to another.
Bu Eunseol, having grasped this limitation, deployed the Nong Jo Yeon Woon technique using the subtleties of scattered sword strikes.
Crash! Crash crash crash crash!
As Bu Eunseol unleashed sword qi in all directions, Cheon Joon extended both palms wide.
At first, only a gentle wind poured forth, having no effect on the sword qi.
Whoosh. Whish. Roooaarrr!
Yet as the palm force gradually gained momentum, it seemed to accelerate further.
In an instant, it transformed into a tempestuous torrent of palm energy, sweeping away Bu Eunseol’s sword qi entirely.
‘A distinctive martial art.’
Bu Eunseol unfurled her scattered sword technique once more, deliberately drawing out Cheon Joon’s palm method.
[This one is rather amusing.]
Cheon Joon realized that Bu Eunseol was attempting to observe his martial art and let out a cold sneer.
[Does this fool not realize her life hangs by a thread, yet she wishes to study my techniques?]
Cheon Joon’s twin palms moved in chaotic patterns, forming a bud-like configuration before unleashing thirty-odd palm strikes in rapid succession.
Some were slow, others heavy with crushing force.
Moreover, the moment Bu Eunseol began deflecting with her sword edge, the palm force suddenly accelerated, piercing toward her vital points in a heartbeat.
Boom, boom, boom!
Taking three palm strikes squarely, Bu Eunseol staggered backward.
“Tch.”
A spray of blood escaped her lips as her eyes narrowed to slits.
‘Acceleration?’
Martial arts prioritize stability above all else; every technique must maintain consistent form from beginning to end.
Yet Cheon Joon’s palm method was extraordinary—the technique itself transformed with each passing moment.
Acceleration—each successive stage grew faster, building momentum with relentless progression.
“The Subduing Demon Imprisoning Dragon Palm?”
At Bu Eunseol’s murmur, Cheon Joon smiled faintly.
“You know much for one so young.”
Remarkably, the martial art Cheon Joon wielded was
the supreme ultimate technique of the Palm Emperor among the Eight Emperors and Three Stars—the Subduing Demon Imprisoning Dragon Palm, said to have been lost four hundred years ago.

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