The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 635

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Chapter 635.
Boom!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol took another devastating palm strike.
Sizzle!
Pale smoke rose from Bu Eunseol’s body as she was driven back roughly a zhang.
The terrifying palm force of the Demon-Subduing Dragon Palm shattered Bu Eunseol’s protective qi barrier, and sharp tendrils of inner energy burrowed into her meridians.
Whoosh!
But the Extreme Reversal Heart Technique activated instantly, beginning to expel the vicious qi that had seeped into her meridians.
Cheon Joon, observing this, nodded slightly.
[Her inner energy is formidable indeed.]
Cheon Joon shifted his stance once more.
This time, nine palm strikes—so swift they were nearly imperceptible—pierced toward Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was the Nine Dragons Demon-Suppressing Draw, the signature technique of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Lord who had dominated Murim three hundred years ago.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bu Eunseol changed direction ninety-nine times in place, evading all nine palm strikes completely.
But a palm force that grazed past suddenly exploded like dynamite, and the shockwave inflicted fresh wounds upon her meridians.
Cheon Joon seized the opportunity and unleashed a torrent of forbidden techniques—extinct demonic arts and techniques lost to Murim.
These were formidable martial arts that Bu Eunseol could not comprehend in a single exchange, nor could she defend against them.
[This man knows me far too well.]
Having deeply mastered the martial arts of Nangya Pavilion,
whenever a new technique appeared, I instinctively analyzed and grasped its essence.
As Cheon Joon unleashed a brilliant cascade of mysterious martial arts unknown to Murim,
Bu Eunseol found herself unconsciously comprehending the subtleties of each technique.
As a disciple of Nangya Pavilion, this was natural—but in a life-or-death battle against a master like Cheon Joon, it was absolutely something she should not do.
[So you’ve finally realized it.]
Cheon Joon’s lips curled into a sneer.
[But it won’t be as simple as you think. Especially not for someone like you, who has carved martial arts so deeply into both mind and body.]
He was right.
Bu Eunseol attempted to ignore the techniques Cheon Joon unleashed and counter,
but with each exchange, brilliant martial insights poured forth, and all her senses instinctively began to comprehend them.
This created minute lapses in focus, inevitably exposing openings in her defense.
It was undoubtedly an ingenious method devised specifically to counter a martial arts fanatic like Bu Eunseol.
[Death draws near.]
“Hahahaha.”
Then Bu Eunseol burst into laughter.
Her expression was so joyful and filled with such delight that Cheon Joon’s mood darkened.
[Why does she laugh?]
“Not only discerning the superiority and inferiority of martial arts, but grasping the characteristics and nature of an opponent’s techniques… and turning their very strengths into weaknesses.”
Bu Eunseol extended her thumb in admiration.
“Truly, you are Cheon Joon. I have learned much from you.”
Bu Eunseol, who had even applauded, gazed at Cheon Joon with a smile.
“As repayment for teaching me the principles of martial arts… from now on, I shall face you with those very subtleties.”
[Madman.]
Cheon Joon held back a scornful laugh.
To master the Secret of Eternal Life,
he had learned countless demonic and forbidden techniques scattered throughout Murim.
Even considering the principles of martial arts,
mastering diverse superior techniques could never become a weakness.
Whiiiing. Crackle.
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s hair shimmered silver, and pure white energy swirled violently from both fists.
She had summoned the Glacial River Technique once more.
[Futile.]
Poof!
Cheon Joon unleashed the Crimson-Azure Demonic Qi, spraying a mist-like energy across Bu Eunseol’s body.
Whoosh!
Yet Bu Eunseol employed the Great Absolute Frozen Seal to receive the Crimson-Azure Demonic Qi with her body, closing the distance to Cheon Joon once again.
Boom!
In that instant, white lightning crackled, and Bu Eunseol’s hands appeared to multiply into dozens.
The fist technique of Gwon Wang Seok Chi Haeng.
An adaptation of the Cloud-Flowing Water Form from the Seven Forms of Piercing Heaven.
Slash! Slaaash!
With each fist technique Bu Eunseol unleashed, dozens of hand shadows poured forth.
Cheon Joon intertwined the Inverted Heaven and Earth with the Subduing Demon Dragon Palm, flowing through it all in one breath.
The moment one deflects a barrage of attacks, the enemy must inevitably expose an opening.
Cheon Joon intended to respond perfectly with the ideal principles of martial arts and launch a counterattack against Bu Eunseol.
Boom! Boom!
Yet Bu Eunseol’s Cloud-Flowing Water Form suddenly transformed into the Demon-Suppressing Initial Form.
Though it was called a transformation, in truth she had altered her martial technique mid-execution.
Thus Cheon Joon’s perfect response became utterly meaningless.
This situation resembled masters of the bamboo flute and zither meeting by chance and improvising a duet together,
only for the flute player to suddenly ruin the melody entirely.
[Such methods won’t work.]
Recognizing Bu Eunseol’s intent, Cheon Joon
unleashed powerful martial techniques regardless of what technique she displayed.
But that was his second mistake.
Slash!
Bu Eunseol, as if she had been waiting, began unleashing fist techniques wildly alongside Cheon Joon at close range.
Bang bang!
Ultimately, Bu Eunseol was struck by the Hand Barrier that Cheon Joon had created and was pushed back several steps.
It was a Hand Barrier that matched the power of the Peerless Sword, yet remarkably, Bu Eunseol only spat out blood.
Had I not avoided taking any significant damage?
[Damn you!]
Irritated, Cheon Joon unfurled the Demon-Subduing Dragon Palm once more.
Not only did the technique shift mid-sequence, but the force accelerated, its power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rivers.
Yet Bu Eunseol did not retreat, unleashing hundreds of fist shadows in response.
Against Cheon Joon himself.
Unconsciously merging with the fist techniques of Gwon Wang Seok Chi Haeng, she achieved yet another breakthrough.
The Supreme Fist Demon Seven Techniques.
Crash! Boom!
The Demon-Subduing Dragon Palm and the Supreme Fist Demon Seven Techniques.
As the supreme martial arts representing the Orthodox Sects and the Demonic Path collided, waves of true energy rippled outward for twenty-odd paces, and a thunderous explosion that seemed to split heaven and earth erupted.
Crackle.
Each time Cheon Joon drove a strike into Bu Eunseol’s body, a strange vibration of true energy emanated from her form.
‘Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang.’
Cheon Joon’s eyes narrowed.
Now I could see that Bu Eunseol was channeling the forces of Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang while unleashing her fist techniques.
It was an application of the mysterious principles of Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang from the Eternal Heaven Seven Techniques, which annihilates all martial arts.
By simultaneously harboring opposing and conflicting energies, even as Cheon Joon’s attacks struck her repeatedly.
She could protect her meridians and diminish the force’s impact.
Whoosh!
Bu Eunseol, channeling the forces of Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang, continuously unleashed the refined Supreme Fist Demon Seven Techniques.
Though the circulation of Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang through her body prevented her from infusing inner force, reducing the power.
Yet through the mysterious technique, she poured out dozens of fist shadows.
Cheon Joon continuously deployed absolute techniques to strike her body, but Bu Eunseol, drenched in blood, kept pressing forward relentlessly.
[Hmph!]
Cheon Joon let out a scoff of annoyance.
Bu Eunseol’s fist techniques, closing the distance and attacking persistently, began striking his body with increasing frequency.
Though devoid of inner force, the raw power in her fists was enough to shatter stone.
While not life-threatening.
The constant irritation of her fist techniques touching his body had begun to sour his mood.
[So you intend to drag this out this way!]
As Cheon Joon’s roar erupted from his lips, Bu Eunseol smiled faintly.
“I have no intention of risking my life against a rotting corpse nearing the end.”
[This wretch.]
Cheon Joon’s face twisted with fury.
Only then did I realize that Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had reached not the Extreme Heaven Realm, but a very unique state of cultivation.
Yet Cheon Joon did not panic, observing Bu Eunseol’s martial techniques with measured caution.
For even against masters of the Infinite Realm, I possessed a hidden trump card capable of counterattack.
‘So she refuses to deploy true force, insisting on brawling instead.’
The reason Cheon Joon had been confident of certain victory from the start was.
I had anticipated that Bu Eunseol’s vacuum technique was a celestial martial art with power beyond imagination.
The fact that she had handled the Dharma Demon Hyuk Ryeon Eung alone without leaving a trace.
That was only possible because she had unleashed a martial art of tremendous power comparable to the Infinite Realm technique.
Yet suddenly, accepting a fatal wound, she deployed grappling techniques.
Using a fighting method that clung relentlessly and fought persistently, like third-rate martial artists scrapping with each other?
‘This woman had anticipated my hidden trump card.’
The reason Cheon Joon had poured out the forbidden techniques sealed in Murim.
It was to force Bu Eunseol to use a secret technique that transcended the power of martial arts.
But that was a miscalculation.
Bu Eunseol, who possessed insight and analytical ability counted among the finest masters of Nangya Pavilion throughout history.
With merely a few exchanges of hands, she had predicted all of my techniques and even my ultimate secret art.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Moreover, the Fist Demon Seven Techniques refined through fighting Seok Chi Haeng were martial arts perfectly optimized for grappling.
Gradually, I was losing momentum, and soon Bu Eunseol was not even giving Cheon Joon a chance to deploy his martial power.
She was unleashing relentless, continuous attacks.
Boom! Boom!
By now, Bu Eunseol had landed eighty-eight fist strikes on Cheon Joon’s body.
Crack! Crackle!
In the meantime, Cheon Joon’s skin had begun to split like brittle candy.
The effect of absorbing the life force of the Special Divine Guard was wearing off, and his physical body was gradually collapsing.
[Very well.]
Cheon Joon, as if having made a decision, loosened the Heroic Crown he wore on his head.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and something faint and black began to swirl around his body.
‘So he did have it.’
My eyes gleamed as I gazed at the jewel hanging from the Heroic Crown on Cheon Joon’s forehead.
‘The Black Divine Artifact.’
The reason Cheon Joon had been able to deploy such absurd, sorcery-like bizarre techniques until now.
It was because his Heroic Crown was none other than the Black Divine Artifact.
“Not a chance.”
I ceased the extreme yin and extreme yang forces circulating within my body, and once again deployed the Fist Demon Seven Techniques using my accumulated power.
Whoosh!
But the fist technique passed right through Cheon Joon’s body.
Billowing! Billowing!
At the same time, Cheon Joon’s body transformed into black mist that rose toward the sky, then began to take on a demonic form.
Using the power of the Black Divine Artifact.
He intended to blow away this entire area, including me, in one fell swoop.
Whooom!
A massive wall materialized around me.
It was a force identical to the mysterious technique that had once sealed off the Jo Yang region—something I could not pierce even with the power of harmony.
Originally, the function of Cheon Joon’s Black Divine Artifact was to immediately reverse the martial arts unleashed by enemies.
To strike down the opponent the moment they deploy their final measure.
But as Bu Eunseol seemed to sense such power,
Cheon Joon changed his approach.
He would create a wall with the fully unleashed power of the Black Divine Technique, annihilating everything within it in a single breath.
[I’ll erase every trace of you.]
A crackling sound echoed through the air.
Cheon Joon’s demonic face, which had painted the sky itself, began pouring black flames toward Bu Eunseol.
Though he appeared godlike, to Bu Eunseol’s eyes, he was merely a human consumed by the Black Divine Technique’s power.
[Become dust and vanish!]
In that instant, the ground within thirty paces turned completely black.
The Black Divine Technique was attempting to annihilate all life within thirty paces.
A sharp crack split the air.
Bu Eunseol deployed the Forbidden Void Step in that moment.
Blood flowed from the corner of my lips, but I did not stop, leaping even to the face-form of Cheon Joon, who was transforming the color of the sky.
A piercing whistle rang out.
In that instant, golden and crimson light poured forth simultaneously from Bu Eunseol’s scabbard, accompanied by mysterious patterns.
I had drawn forth all my inner strength and the Divine Technique to their absolute limits.
‘If this is the blade my mother created for me!’
Becoming a single streak of crimson, Bu Eunseol’s body erupted with five-colored radiance as I plunged into the black mist.
‘Accept all my power!’
A sharp, crackling sound pierced the air.
Capable of destroying everything.
As I poured both the Divine Technique and the power of the Demonic Flame within my body into the Muk Hon Blade, it emitted a sound as though it would shatter, cracks spreading across its surface.
A deep resonance thrummed through the world.
Brilliant light flashed across the blade’s surface, and a great sword-song rang out.
As if declaring it could endure.
“Haaah!”
Bu Eunseol soared above the clouds and swung the blade.
In that moment, countless days of clashing with the Infinite Realm unfolded before me.
Those memories took the form of sharp thorns.
Thus the past is already formed, and no power can change it.
But the future that awaits ahead
can be changed through effort.
What Bu Eunseol sought to cut was neither Cheon Joon nor the Black Divine Technique, but rather the continuing present—this moment that seemed eternal.
“Cheon――――Joon!”
And with all my strength, I swung the Muk Hon Blade with all my might.
In that instant, something miraculous occurred.
Before my eyes stood an elderly man of ordinary appearance.
It was Cheon Joon’s form before he fell into demonic delusion.
Somehow, Cheon Joon, who had covered the sky, had returned to his physical form.
Screech!
And Cheon Joon’s form was gradually transforming.
No longer a rotting corpse, but shifting into the pristine appearance Il Mong Ja had possessed in the past.
It was a paradox of time itself.
Bu Eunseol had not slain Cheon Joon—she had cut down Il Mong Ja as he existed in the past, when his body was whole and untouched by decay.
Thud.
As Bu Eunseol landed back on the earth, before her eyes stood Cheon Joon once more, his body intact and unmarred.
“Heh.”
Cheon Joon felt his existence slipping away and let out a hollow laugh.
Decades had passed since then.
To stand here in a body from the past, whole and unbroken—it was almost impossible to fathom.
Yet to meet death because of it… was that not equally strange?
“You reversed the body’s temporal flow and killed my true self?”
Cheon Joon—or rather, Il Mong Ja—offered a hollow smile and nodded slowly.
“Then you are the genuine one after all.”
Bu Eunseol’s brow furrowed.
Cheon Joon, just like Hyuk Ryeon Eung before him.
I had expected him to claim he was Baek Ri Mu Ha’s son.
But genuine? Out of nowhere?
What in the world was he talking about?
“You still have not grasped your own destiny.”
Il Mong Ja laughed with a rasping cackle.
“You are Cheon Am Sung.”
“What are you saying?”
Bu Eunseol’s brow deepened with confusion.
That I am Cheon Am Sung? Was that not the very existence destined to annihilate all the world?
“Hehehehe. Hahahaha!”
Il Mong Ja gazed toward the Distant Sky, laughing with unbridled delight.
“All your plans have crumbled to dust. How exquisite!”
Cheon Joon erupted into mad, hysterical laughter.
“Every calculation you made was wrong!”
Whoosh.
In that same instant, his body scattered into dust, dispersing in all directions.
The force Bu Eunseol had unleashed was destroying his flesh beyond any possibility of further division.
“My own arrogance has brought the destruction of Ben Gye itself…”
From the beginning, he had predicted that no matter what Bu Eunseol did, she could never topple the Infinite Realm.
Moreover, believing he would triumph in single combat, he had never sought aid from the Three Realms, nor from the Celestial Sovereign.
Because of that pride, both the Infinite Realm’s main base and its Secret Refuge had crumbled.
“Yet I do not regret it.”
As Cheon Joon dissolved into powder, he smiled faintly.
“I shall watch the world’s annihilation from Hell with great pleasure.”
Whoosh.
With those final words, Il Mong Ja crumbled completely into dust, scattering in all directions.
That was the ultimate end of Il Mong Ja, the Cheon Joon of the Infinite Realm, known as the Righteous One.
“So I am Cheon Am Sung…”
Bu Eunseol gazed down at his own hands.
He harbored no intention of annihilating Murim, nor any desire to harm the innocent. Then why did they call him Cheon Am Sung?
―The Baek Ri Family possessed a mysterious power to manifest inner worlds into reality. And that was…
‘Cheon Am Sung.’
Recalling Yang Seol Rin’s words, Bu Eunseol
collapsed.
He sank to the ground, his sword still planted before him.
“I was that Cheon Am Sung who would bring about Murim’s destruction.”
His eyes had lost all focus.
He cared nothing for Murim’s political situation or its fate.
He merely sought vengeance for his grandfather and family.
Yet, reflecting upon it, he had spoken these words habitually.
―If a world maintained through the sacrifice of the many for the few is worth preserving, then shouldn’t such a world simply cease to exist?
“I…”
Bu Eunseol pressed his forehead.
Looking back, he had always unconsciously believed this.
The Murim Alliance, the Demon Hall, even the Three Realms and Three Families—all deserved to crumble.
If the world’s existence was guaranteed only through someone’s sacrifice, then its destruction was justified.
“Could it be that all my actions have been leading the world toward annihilation?”
Nausea rose within him.
The Three Realms raised the banner of protecting Murim while sacrificing innocent lives.
Under the conviction that sacrificing the few preserves the many—could their delusion actually be right, and
was his own choice instead leading Murim toward destruction?
“No.”
Bu Eunseol gazed toward the distant sky and clenched his fists.
“There is no destiny.”
That was his grandfather’s teaching.
―If humans strive ceaselessly, they can develop infinitely and forge their own path.
“And I will not believe truths delivered by others.”
That was the principle Ma Cheon Je had taught him.
The most important truths must never be heard through another’s mouth.
Rising to his feet once more, Bu Eunseol gripped the hilt of Muk Hon’s sword firmly.
Even if he was Cheon Am Sung.
Even if he was born to such a destiny.
He had the conviction to change it.
“I will never bow to fate itself.”
*Click.*
Bu Eunseol sheathed the Muk Hon Sword and drew a deep breath while gazing toward the distant sky.
There was no time now to be consumed by talk of Cheon Am Sung or the One Hundred Eight Peaks.
There was still work to be done.
“Now I must bring this to a close.”
Bu Eunseol looked toward the distant sky.
Now that Cheon Joon was dead, all that remained was to complete the final chapter.

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