The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 711

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Chapter 711.
A sharp cutting sound.
In that instant, another torrent of black divine energy’s radiance grazed across his forearm.
That beam was no mere light—it was the concentrated essence of true energy possessing extreme heat.
When it touched flesh, it didn’t merely sear the skin; it seemed to liquify the meridians themselves, shaking them violently.
‘No matter how formidable the black divine energy is supposed to be….’
As I gazed down at the wound on my forearm, a peculiar thought flickered through my mind.
‘How could such light emanate of its own accord?’
How could metal attached to a human body spontaneously emit such intense radiance?
Could it be that, like Gokgeomrim, it draws the power of black divine energy from human vitality as its foundation?
‘That doesn’t make sense.’
Dang Pae, afflicted with the wasting disease, was in a state of physical deterioration and advanced in years.
Even if his body were perfectly restored, if he were drawing upon his life force to wield the black divine energy…
He could only use it a handful of times before his breath would cease.
“So this is all you amount to.”
At that moment, Geum Cheon Gun shook his head with an expression of waning interest.
“You only know how to flee like a rat. You possess no real skill whatsoever.”
He spoke with cold amusement.
“I should end this quickly.”
The light flowing from the metal Geum Cheon Gun held grew progressively more intense.
He was concentrating the sporadic bursts of radiance into a ferocious torrent, attempting to liquify my meridians in a single, overwhelming strike.
Yet gathering his strength for this decisive blow, even briefly, was a mistake.
For I was now.
Reaching the extreme realm where one can pierce through the principles of all things in an instant, and comprehend even the supreme truths of heaven and earth.
Activating the Nangya Heart Eye.
‘Found it.’
The instant the murderous beam that had been shooting forth ceased momentarily, Geum Cheon Gun’s movement became visible.
My eyes, which had been spreading the Nangya Heart Eye, gleamed.
Before gathering his power, Geum Cheon Gun’s gaze had been directed slightly toward the sky.
From that brief glance alone, from merely seeing what form the weapon took.
I instantly grasped the clue to how the black divine energy operated.
‘It unleashes the murderous beam by utilizing moonlight.’
When concentrating the radiance, his gaze had unconsciously turned toward the full moon floating in the sky above.
In other words, the black divine energy possessed the properties of a mirror.
The murderous beam could only be discharged if moonlight was present—this much was certain.
A sharp burst of movement.
I leaped into the air.
And began wielding the Muk Hon Sword with frenzied intensity.
Successive cutting sounds rang out!
The sword energy poured not toward Geum Cheon Gun, but toward the trees surrounding us.
Crack, crack, crack, crack.
The severed trees began to form the shape of a massive umbrella, positioning themselves above Geum Cheon Gun’s head.
Using the subtle principles of the Ten Finger Shadow Circle Technique that Dang Pae had just deployed.
I was continuously manipulating the wood fragments to prevent Geum Cheon Gun from accessing the Moonlit Area.
Zing.
Then the mirror, which had been pouring forth brilliant radiance, gradually began to lose its light.
That black divine artifact functioned much like the martial arts of Wol Young Ma Jon, which was said to be invincible beneath the moon.
It was unleashing its power by utilizing the moonlight.
“This bastard!”
As the weakness of the black divine artifact was exposed, Geum Cheon Gun immediately attempted to destroy the wood fragments I had created.
But no matter how much radiance he poured forth, it was futile.
Because I was continuously rotating the wood using the subtle principles of the Ten Finger Shadow Circle Technique.
Ting. Ting.
Eventually, the light faded from Geum Cheon Gun’s body as it no longer received the moonlight, and his body, which had been as hard as diamond, was returning to its ordinary state.
‘Now is the moment.’
Whoosh.
A crimson light erupted from my Muk Hon Sword.
The Ultimate Swift Killing Technique—capturing the perfect instant of death and severing the enemy’s life in one breath.
The Tal Meteor Moon Passing Technique unfolded.
In that instant, Geum Cheon Gun’s eyes widened. The entire world seemed filled with blood, and it appeared as though his neck was being severed before his very eyes.
Spurt!
In a flash, blood sprayed from Geum Cheon Gun’s neck.
Had the technique missed?
Yet his neck remained uncut.
Crack.
But something extraordinary occurred.
The face of Geum Cheon Gun, who had been wounded on the neck, suddenly became broad and flat again.
And it was transforming into the well-built face of Dang Pae.
Dang Pae, who had vanished from within Geum Cheon Gun’s consciousness, had regained awareness.
“How is this possible?”
Dang Pae stared down at his body and hands in shock.
“Once consciousness relinquishes control, there should be no way to reclaim it.”
“The Meteor Moon Passing Technique I deployed first shows the form of death to the eyes,” I answered calmly.
Bu Eunseol responded composedly.
“Geum Cheon Gun’s consciousness must have vanished after savoring death.”
The Tal Meteor Moon Passing Technique.
So extraordinarily swift that it appears slow instead.
Due to the terrifying function of this sword technique, which allows one to savor the instant of death through the eyes.
Geum Cheon Gun had deluded himself into believing his neck was already severed, and thus lost consciousness once more to Dang Pae.
“I see.”
As Dang Pae nodded, Bu Eunseol extended her hand.
“Now, without hesitation, let it unfold.”
Click.
Bu Eunseol spoke as she sheathed the Muk Hon Sword.
“The martial arts perfected by the Family Head.”
Dang Pae’s body, broken by the power of the Black Divine Technique, was losing its life force once again.
Bu Eunseol had deliberately unleashed the Flowing Star Chasing Moon Technique, not only awakening Dang Pae by dragging Geum Cheon Gun’s consciousness into death,
but also granting him the opportunity to display the martial arts he had innovated throughout his lifetime.
“Is there truly a need for such things?”
Dang Pae shook his head.
“Soon enough, this body will return to dust.”
As he approached death, all his efforts seemed to feel hollow to him.
“You must display it.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with conviction.
“Only then will that friend learn the Family Head’s great teachings.”
“What do you mean—”
As Dang Pae turned his gaze, a dark shadow slowly revealed itself in that direction.
It was Dang Gon.
“Ah, that’s right.”
Dang Pae had momentarily forgotten.
Even while constantly clashing with Geum Cheon Gun’s consciousness, why had he sent a letter summoning Bu Eunseol to Cheon Dok Rim?
Why had he orchestrated this reunion between Bu Eunseol and Dang Gon in this place?
It was precisely to pass on the martial arts enlightenment he had attained to these two people.
“You’ve become faster now.”
Dang Pae regarded Dang Gon coldly.
“In the past, you were always slow.”
Since meeting Bu Eunseol before, Dang Gon had begun his breakthrough and gained enlightenment, his martial prowess advancing greatly.
Moreover, his wisdom and observational abilities had increased dramatically, transforming him into an entirely different person.
He understood that Bu Eunseol’s encounter with Dang Pae was absolutely no coincidence.
When Bu Eunseol refused to attend a drinking gathering, claiming fatigue,
he instinctively sensed that something significant had occurred between the Family Head and Bu Eunseol.
Thus, he deliberately feigned heavy intoxication and departed, then secretly followed Bu Eunseol’s traces to this place.
“Family Head, it is done now.”
Dang Gon spoke with earnest expression.
“The Main House possesses many excellent medicines. We can surely find a way to treat you.”
“Enough.”
Dang Pae shook his head.
“I have already lived far longer than the lifespan Heaven granted me.”
Dang Pae gazed toward the distant sky with a melancholic expression.
“My only regret is that I alone attempted to refine the secret techniques of the Main House, which had made no progress over centuries.”
Dang Pae turned his gaze toward Dang Gon and smiled brightly.
“You and your children will carry on that legacy… so why did I insist on completing it alone through sheer force?”
Only now did Dang Pae truly understand.
Dang Gon possessed far greater talent than he had ever imagined.
Had they researched together, they could have perfected the martial arts much faster.
And in devoting himself to martial arts research,
he had not spent nearly enough time with Dang Gon.
“Patriarch.”
“Watch carefully. I will bestow my final teachings upon you.”
Dang Gon shook his head.
“The martial arts matter little. I only wish for you to receive treatment and recover fully.”
“Silence!”
Dang Pae spoke in a solemn voice.
“You will soon become the patriarch of the Main House—how much longer will you cling to childish sentiments?”
His fists clenched.
With his head bowed, Dang Gon could say nothing, only gripping his fists tightly.
Seeing this, Dang Pae sighed deeply and continued.
“I know you are a good child. But the Main House has stood tall in Murim for centuries, and it must navigate treacherous trials ahead.”
Dang Pae gazed at Dang Gon with a tenderness he had never shown before.
“Now you must lead the Dang Family.”
Blood trickled.
Blood flowed from Dang Pae’s lips as his life force waned.
“I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”
Dang Pae turned and smiled toward Bu Eunseol.
“Now let me perform one final dance.”
“You there—please stop him.”
Despite Dang Gon’s cry, Bu Eunseol silently drew the Muk Hon Sword.
Dang Pae sought to give Dang Gon enlightenment by sacrificing his final breath.
How could one possibly stop such a thing?
“Step back.”
“You.”
“And open your eyes wide to witness.”
Bu Eunseol spoke in a heavy voice.
“The martial arts the patriarch has achieved.”
Only then did Dang Gon notice the anguish burning in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
She too was suffering.
But for Dang Gon’s sake,
she willingly bore this agony upon her shoulders.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Dang Gon swallowed his tears and stepped back.
Dang Pae drew upon his inner force, speaking to Bu Eunseol with a solemn expression.
“This technique elevates the Eight Great Secret Arts of the Main House, which had stagnated for generations, to the pinnacle of the current Murim in a single breath.”
And he regarded Bu Eunseol with affectionate eyes.
“So, be cautious.”
“Understood.”
Shhhhh.
A natural current of energy flowed from Dang Pae’s body.
It contained all the essence of the Dang Family’s Eight Great Secret Arts.
The kind I had witnessed in the techniques of Chil Ji Ma Do.
A current meant to forge the ultimate radiance capable of silencing enemies in an instant.
“Hah!”
Dang Pae released a tremendous shout of power.
Then, a very thin line materialized above his head.
It was a line that should have pierced through Bu Eunseol’s brow.
But Dang Pae had deliberately unfolded it in empty space beforehand so that Bu Eunseol could perceive his technique.
‘So that’s it.’
Bu Eunseol finally understood what the Blood Dew Seven Techniques that Dang Pae had witnessed truly were.
―The Sixth Technique: Death Without Lingering Regret.
Even in death, there remains no resentment….
What Grandfather had unleashed when he killed the Murim Alliance elders was the Sixth Technique of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
It was the Death Without Lingering Regret form, which contained the essence of Daoist principles scattered across Tianxia within a single line.
Whoosh!
The line Dang Pae had drawn finally poured toward Bu Eunseol’s brow.
It contained all the essence of the Dang Family, impossible to evade or block.
Zing.
Yet that line failed to pierce Bu Eunseol’s brow.
Because six lines forged by the Muk Hon Sword had already penetrated through Dang Pae’s body.
In the end, I had unleashed for Dang Pae.
The Sixth Technique of the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, the Death Without Lingering Regret form.
A lifetime of striving to surpass Grandfather.
I could not turn away from his yearning, the fervent dedication with which he had pursued the creation of that single ray of light.
A person of such caliber surely deserved to rest in the greatest blade technique under heaven.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Dang Pae gazed down at the faint sword energy penetrating his body, then nodded.
“Back then, Chil Ji Ma Do produced ten strands of Daoist energy in a single technique, but….”
Dang Pae spoke with an embarrassed smile.
“How was it? Did it feel somewhat awkward?”
Bu Eunseol clasped her hands together and spoke solemnly.
“It was swift and majestic, befitting the martial arts of the Dang Family that resounds across Tianxia.”
“Hehehehe.”
Dang Pae gazed toward the distant sky and murmured softly.
“Though the current family head has carved out a single line of brilliance, Dang Gon… and the bloodline of our Dang Family will one day forge a great radiance that illuminates all of Murim.”
“It shall surely come to pass.”
Bu Eunseol, smiling, bowed deeply with reverence.
It was once again a tribute and respect offered to the family head who had fearlessly advanced the martial arts of the Sichuan Dang Family.
“And I have learned well, Family Head.”
Dang Pae deliberately unleashed a slow line of force, imparting the profound mysteries of the Dang Family’s secret techniques contained within the line of death.
He had transmitted this to Bu Eunseol.
It was so that facing death, she could unfold her martial arts without regret, becoming his final opponent.
It stemmed from his gratitude toward Bu Eunseol.
“Take this.”
Dang Pae withdrew a single orb from his robes and handed it to her.
“It is an orb I obtained by chance. No matter how much I investigated, I could not discern what it was.”
The orb was very small and gleamed with transparency.
“Yet since the Special Divine Guard of the Cheonghae Realm deemed it important enough to seize the Main House in pursuit of it, it surely possesses considerable utility.”
Only then did Bu Eunseol finally.
Understand the final reason why the Cheonghae Realm had deliberately seized control of the Dang Family.
They had desired this orb that Dang Pae had secretly obtained.
Yet Dang Pae had concealed it until the very end, only to entrust it to Bu Eunseol.
The reason he had willingly become their puppet.
It was precisely to transmit the martial arts enlightenment he had attained to Dang Gon, and to pass the orb to Bu Eunseol.
If it were Bu Eunseol… she would surely topple the Cheonghae Realm in the days to come.
“Thank you.”
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s ears perked up.
Dang Pae had sent her a transmission through sound.
He had carefully revealed to her the identity of the Special Divine Guard of the Cheonghae Realm who had ensnared him in a trap.
If Dang Gon were to learn of it, he would lose his reason and rush headlong into revenge.
“… I understand.”
Bu Eunseol bowed once more with utmost respect to Dang Pae.
Then she turned her body and nodded toward Dang Gon.
“Family Head!”
At that, Dang Gon rushed forward to support Dang Pae.
But Dang Pae waved his hand and stood upright with dignity.
“Enough. Would the current family head require another’s support?”
“Family Head.”
“Have you clearly witnessed the culmination of the Dang Family’s secret techniques?”
At Dang Pae’s solemn question, Dang Gon nodded.
“I have.”
“Well done.”
Dang Pae spoke with calm composure.
“Now, your father must depart on a long journey.”
“Family Head….”
“In times past, I would have urged you to lead the Main House well….”
He withdrew his gaze from the distant sky and looked upon Dang Gon with unmistakable affection.
“As years have passed and I reflect, the revival of our clan or its prosperity seems to hold little meaning.”
Dang Pae gently stroked Dang Gon’s head.
“Henceforth, cherish the Main House even more and watch over those around you with care.”
Dang Pae—the cold father who had always demanded strength from his children.
Yet only now, facing death, did he speak to Dang Gon of the importance of love for family.
“And this… is the final gift your father gives you.”
Dang Pae withdrew a small cloth bundle from his bosom and extended it to Dang Gon.
Inside lay a small piece of candy.
Though shattered by the aftermath of the fierce battle, Dang Pae held it like a treasure and offered it to his son.
“When you were young, I scolded you so harshly for secretly eating candy instead of practicing martial arts….”
“Family Head.”
“It weighed on my heart, so I bought more candy at the time… but I lacked the courage to give it to you.”
Dang Pae laughed with embarrassment.
For so long he had wished to apologize to his beloved son, yet could not.
Instead, he had carried the candy he purchased like a talisman against his body all these years.
“Back then, I was sorry.”
His body swayed.
Dang Pae could no longer stand, his form wavering.
“Family Head!”
Hot tears streamed from Dang Gon’s eyes.
“Father! Father!”
And he cried out the word “father”—a word he had never been able to call in all his life.
“Father!”
“Do not weep.”
Dang Pae smiled faintly.
“You are now the proud Family Head of the Main House.”
His smile was at peace.
Somehow, the runny-nosed child had grown so steadily that he could now support his father’s body with such strength.
Why had he not embraced him warmly long ago?
“My son.”
Dang Pae opened his arms and embraced Dang Gon.
“Be happy.”
Gently.
And slowly, he closed his eyes.
He who had elevated the Sichuan Dang Family to the second seat among the Eight Great Families.
An unparalleled master whose renown had endured throughout the ages.
It was Dang Pae’s final moment.

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