The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 735

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Chapter 735.
“Ha-ap!”
Bu Eunseol deliberately unleashed a thunderous shout.
Seol So was a vagrant and Tan Wang’s disciple.
If that were the case, then from beginning to end, I had to become an entirely different person without revealing even the slightest hint of my true self.
Whoooosh!
As Bu Eunseol poured her inner force to its maximum, Yeon Wol also unleashed his inner force.
Yet something extraordinary occurred.
Shhhwuuu!
Yeon Wol’s power, drawn up to its peak, scattered like mist in an instant.
Boom!
A force like a cannonball burrowed into Yeon Wol’s brow.
Remarkably, Bu Eunseol had annihilated Yeon Wol’s formidable inner force in a single stroke.
Then she unleashed a devastating wave of inner energy directly at his face.
Crash!
With a thunderous explosion, Yeon Wol was hurled backward in a straight line, slamming into a boulder more than a dozen paces away.
Rumble.
The boulder shattered, and dust billowed up in all directions.
Crunch, crunch.
Yeon Wol rose from the debris, grasping his contorted body and straightening himself back into place.
“So Inbiyin held a double meaning.”
Bu Eunseol smiled faintly, as if finally understanding.
“It refers not only to organizations, but also to humans possessing such bodies.”
Bu Eunseol had once encountered a young boy within the Gwi Il Gye whose body contained nothing inside.
Even when flayed and skin torn open, he remained hollow like a doll.
He could neither be killed nor stopped from escaping.
As if he were not human at all.
I realized that the term Inbiyin was not unrelated to that encounter.
“That’s strange.”
Yeon Wol tilted his head, his eyes still closed.
“Knowing such a thing shouldn’t allow you to nullify my inner force.”
“Is there even such a thing as inner force?”
Bu Eunseol smiled faintly.
“This is the Mental World.”
The moment those words left her lips.
Glug-glug.
Suddenly the entire landscape shimmered like water, and a clearer world began to reveal itself.
At the same moment, a new form of Yeon Wol standing across from her became visible.
His eyes were not closed, and brilliant golden irises gleamed as he glared at Bu Eunseol.
He was not blind.
By opening my eyes, I could construct a Mental World.
“Remarkable. You can escape from a phase.”
“So that’s what you call a Mental World.”
At Bu Eunseol’s composed expression, Yeon Wol’s gaze shifted.
Sensing and escaping from a phase was something only masters who had broken through the Extreme Heaven Realm and entered the Mujik Gyeong could accomplish.
Because no matter how resolute one’s spirit was.
A phase would layer entirely new things atop that solid spirit.
“How did you know?”
Yeon Wol blinked his golden eyes in bewilderment.
“Without first becoming aware of the concept of a phase itself… even with superior martial arts, it’s impossible to know.”
“If you were trying to pose as an excellent physician, you should have at least performed a proper pulse diagnosis.”
Bu Eunseol’s lips curved upward.
“Detecting health through voice and footsteps is one thing, but you can’t diagnose heart corruption just from taking the pulse.”
“….”
“You should have at least examined the Zhongfu point or the tongue.”
To diagnose illness caused by heart corruption, one must confirm the patient’s condition through questioning.
At minimum, one should press the Zhongfu point or check the turbidity of the blood vessels beneath the tongue.
Yet Yeon Wol had immediately grasped Bu Eunseol’s inner state from a single pulse reading.
In that moment, I felt something strange.
That peculiar sensation I had felt in the Snowflake Sect and Mu Jon’s hideout all this time.
It was similar to the feeling when entering a Mental World.
―Everything visible before my eyes might not be real.
The moment such doubt took root.
The trap of the Mental World that Yeon Wol had laid no longer worked.
Even if it were a force that covered one’s very spirit, the moment one became aware of being covered, everything would shatter.
“Even if you became aware of it, without entering the Mujik Gyeong, you cannot escape on your own.”
The golden light in Yeon Wol’s eyes intensified.
“In such a case, you would need either an ability rivaling the Mujik Gyeong, or you birthed a new martial technique….”
He continued speaking while staring intently at Bu Eunseol.
“Or you are of the Baek Ri Family.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s eyes rippled like water.
In the past, Yang Seol Rin had said that the people of the Baek Ri Family possessed the power to interfere with Mental Worlds.
And Sang Je, who had wielded that grand theatrical stage and attacked, had marveled at escaping from the layers of the Mental World he himself had created.
Furthermore, according to Mu Gyeol’s words.
Jeong Cheon Je had asserted that his father Baek Ri Mu Ha was of Baek Ri bloodline.
‘I truly am of the Baek Ri Family.’
Moreover, with even Yeon Wol, an Inbiyin, saying this… it became certain that I was of the Baek Ri Family.
“How unfortunate.”
Golden currents flowed from Yeon Wol’s eyes.
“It would have been better to die peacefully within the phase.”
He spoke with a playful expression.
“What a predicament.”
As the golden energy pouring from Yeon Wol’s eyes intensified, an incomprehensible force began to envelop the Bamboo Forest.
“Did you truly believe escaping the domain meant the end?”
Yeon Wol chuckled softly.
“I simply seal it again, and it’s finished.”
In that instant, every ounce of power within Bu Eunseol’s body began to fade away.
The Sak Jeong Secret Method and Mu Hwang’s Absolute Angle, the Blood Dew Seven Techniques and the Perfect Dharma power of Prajna’s Great Ability.
The extreme yang and extreme yin forces like the Scorching Heaven Great Perfection and Glacial Heaven Flowing Result, even the mysterious crystal divine technique and thunder divine technique.
Even her inner power had plummeted to the level of thirty or forty years of cultivation.
To when I first entered the Nangya Pavilion.
No—to the state of my body when I entered Hell Island to become one of the Ten Demon Immortals.
“Murim practitioners often harbor a misconception.”
Yeon Wol gazed at the wide-eyed Bu Eunseol, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“That the martial arts scattered throughout Murim are orthodox, while everything else is heretical sorcery.”
He seemed delighted by something, his smile never wavering.
“But from our perspective, Murim’s martial arts are the heretical sorcery.”
Yeon Wol’s eyes deepened as he continued.
“After all, none of it stems from humanity’s true nature.”
Bu Eunseol finally understood.
All along, the mysterious organizations had employed methods to diminish inner power and constrain strength.
All of it originated from the techniques of the Inbiyin.
“I’ve talked quite enough.”
Kuku kuku.
Tremendous power swirled around Yeon Wol’s fingertips.
Like the ‘Harmony’ I wielded, countless forces were concentrated within it.
“Now, let us end this.”
Bu Eunseol sensed it instinctively.
If the power gathered in Yeon Wol’s hands were to be unleashed—
This entire Bamboo Forest, including myself, would be completely obliterated.
Crack!
There was no time to think.
Bu Eunseol closed the distance to Yeon Wol like lightning and unleashed three strikes with her sword.
“Quick perception.”
When she wielded this new power that constrained all the forces latent within his body—
Yeon Wol could no longer forge a body as impenetrable as Diamond Indestructibility.
Grasping this weakness, Bu Eunseol immediately thrust her iron sword toward his vital point.
“A minor wound means nothing.”
Yeon Wol disregarded Bu Eunseol’s blade and attempted to unleash his overwhelming power.
But Bu Eunseol instantly altered her sword technique, simultaneously piercing Yeon Wol’s brow and lower abdomen as he prepared to release his energy.
Those initial strikes were sharp enough not to be underestimated, and taking a direct hit could impair one’s ability to exert force.
“Hmph.”
In the end, Yeon Wol abandoned his attempt to unleash that tremendous power, his expression turning cold and contemptuous.
Instead, he hardened his fingernails and began raking them repeatedly toward Bu Eunseol’s face and throat.
‘If she retreats, it’s over.’
A smile of confidence bloomed in Yeon Wol’s heart.
In truth, those techniques were all feints.
His real intention was to force Bu Eunseol backward, even if only momentarily.
At such close quarters, she couldn’t possibly defend against all these strikes, so she would have no choice but to retreat.
Then he could obliterate her along with this entire forest in one decisive blow.
Crack!
But something bizarre happened.
Bu Eunseol didn’t evade the technique—she threw herself directly into it.
In an instant, she grasped his intention.
Ignoring the searing pain as her skin tore, she closed the distance ruthlessly and threw herself at Yeon Wol once more.
“Clinging like an insect, are you!”
As Bu Eunseol pressed herself against him, denying him any opening for a decisive strike, she unleashed an endless torrent of sword techniques.
Yeon Wol could no longer maintain his leisurely composure and tone.
Slash, slash, slash!
Bu Eunseol drew so close her sword nearly brushed his nose, her blade techniques flowing without pause.
As an Inbi agent, Yeon Wol could nullify any martial technique cultivated by those of the Murim.
He possessed a devastating secret art capable of shattering their very bodies.
But there was one thing he had miscalculated.
Bu Eunseol possessed within her body an extraordinary internal force that none could match, along with otherworldly techniques.
And even if she simultaneously wielded the power of the Jeong Sa Ma Bul.
She had never once relied on such superiority of power to overwhelm an opponent.
Only martial technique.
Bu Eunseol had always treasured the subtleties of martial technique, refining her martial prowess through endless study and research.
Though her body now matched what it had been during her time as one of the Ten Demon Immortals.
Her mastery of martial technique had reached a level comparable to Dan Cheong, who had once brought her to the Nangya Sect.
Therefore, even if all her power were sealed away, blocking Yeon Wol’s movements with a single blade would be child’s play.
“Like a leech!”
Unable to shake off Bu Eunseol’s relentless assault, Yeon Wol could no longer hide his irritation.
Moreover, the person known as Seol So in intelligence circles.
Was believed to be a disciple of Tan Wang, known for employing overwhelming force through his formidable internal power.
So he had thought that by sealing away all the power within her body, she would be rendered utterly helpless.
Yet here she was, wielding terrifying sword techniques with merely half a decade’s worth of internal force and a worn iron blade.
“Did you think the martial techniques of Murim could not be unleashed?”
Finally, Yeon Wol began unleashing overwhelming force in a frenzy.
The martial arts he displayed were supreme techniques that had shaken the heavens themselves, possessing power enough to rend the sky and split the earth.
But it was futile.
Before I could even unfold my technique, Bu Eunseol rushed forward, her iron blade striking at my vital points with relentless precision.
It was like a master painter reaching the pinnacle of their craft, ready to capture inspiration on canvas.
Only to have a mischievous grandchild come running and wildly flail the brush in every direction.
“Ugh.”
Groans began to escape from Yeon Wol’s lips with increasing frequency.
The technique of Pa Cheon Hwang that he wielded required not only vast reserves of inner power.
But was a transcendent art that demanded perfect unity of spirit and flesh.
Yet each time Bu Eunseol disrupted him mid-execution, breaking his concentration.
His energy channels reversed, followed by indescribable agony.
‘Could it be that I am losing to her?’
Yeon Wol felt a sudden chill of fear.
From his perspective, Murim practitioners were nothing more than gnats.
He could drain their power at will, and once their inner strength vanished, they were merely helpless insects awaiting death.
Yet this insect before him refused to die, and was launching attacks that genuinely threatened his life.
‘How is this possible?’
Cold sweat began trickling down his spine.
With only half a decade’s worth of inner power remaining in his body.
She wielded such exquisite techniques that even a grandmaster of martial arts would struggle to defend against, constantly targeting his vital points.
Crash! Boom boom boom!
Eventually, Yeon Wol, like a coiled serpent.
Manifested massive torrents of true energy to defend against Bu Eunseol’s blade strikes.
Yet the rusted longsword, like a salmon swimming upstream, weaved through his defenses and bored into his vital points.
“Excellent!”
Pressed into a defensive position, Yeon Wol spread both hands in fury.
Boom!
Massive whirlwinds erupted from his fingernails, engulfing Bu Eunseol’s body.
It was the Overlord Heaven Ghost Phantom Sword, a lost technique of Murim, unleashed through claw techniques.
Whoosh! Slash!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s body lifted slightly into the air as she shifted her position forty-nine times.
She deployed Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement, flowing through the Overlord Heaven Ghost Phantom Sword’s strikes in one breath.
Slash!
With Yeon Wol’s power depleted.
The technique could not fully manifest, leaving countless lacerations across his body, though none were fatal.
Crash crash crash!
Rather than retreating, she closed the distance further, forcing Yeon Wol to move frantically without respite.
Tremble.
Yeon Wol’s eyes narrowed in trembling.
Gradually, the battle unfolded in an extraordinary manner.
Despite possessing every advantage, Yeon Wol found himself in a defensive stance.
Bu Eunseol hadn’t gained any advantage, yet she attacked like a rabid beast.
Momentum.
It was one of the crucial factors that determined victory and defeat.
When one lost momentum, fear and hesitation took root, dulling the precision and speed of one’s techniques.
It could even provoke unforeseen mistakes.
Combat, in the end, was about controlling the flow.
Yeon Wol, having lost his momentum, was already as good as defeated by Bu Eunseol.
Tap, tap, tap!
The close-range exchange had now stretched beyond three hundred moves, and fine cuts had begun appearing across Yeon Wol’s body one after another.
His flesh, unlike that of humans, did not spill blood.
Yet with each wound, cracks were forming in the spirit that had been as hard as stone.
“The disciple of Tan Wang is stronger than Tan Wang himself!”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed at Yeon Wol’s cry.
That statement meant he had crossed blades with Tan Wang before, didn’t it?
‘Are Inbiyin and Gwi Il Gye connected?’
In the past, Gwi Il Gye had sought to capture Tan Wang and claim his body.
Though that plan had been thwarted by me, one peculiarity remained.
Among the forces that had surrounded Tan Wang on Youling Island, there had been no Leader.
Though there were those who had inherited the power of the Three Absolutes, masters of the realm.
They were merely test subjects who had inherited the great technique, not the leadership of Gwi Il Gye.
Then who was the leadership that had sought to capture Tan Wang?
Who had commanded them? This question lingered.
But observing Yeon Wol’s actions.
He could be the one who had personally commanded the effort to capture Tan Wang.
And Inbiyin and Gwi Il Gye might be… in a cooperative relationship, or perhaps even one entity.
‘Is that why Man Wol Lady said she knew the leader of Gwi Il Gye?’
Man Wol had said she had known the leader of Gwi Il Gye for a long time.
That meant Gwi Il Gye and Inbiyin had connections or ties stretching back ages.
Tap!
In that instant, my worn iron sword severed Yeon Wol’s neck.
Though no blood flowed, the fact that his neck had been cut through was proof that all his defenses had been pierced.
Yeon Wol had been driven into a situation where he could no longer resist.
“This cannot be!”
Yeon Wol’s voice, thick with rage, echoed across the night sky. Simultaneously, the golden light flowing from his eyes intensified.
Boom!
A colossal tempest erupted around his body, hurling me back several paces.
Boom! Boom!
Each time he extended his hand, a terrifying force capable of reducing the surrounding three paces to ruins came hurtling forth.
Yet it was all in vain.
No matter how powerful the force, it was useless if it didn’t connect.
The grand masters of martial arts poured forth their formidable power while grafting in the mysterious techniques of their organization.
Whether the force was great or small, it was all part of an effort to ensure it struck the enemy with devastating impact.
Yeon Wol was a master who had mastered various extraordinary techniques beyond the heavens, but unfortunately, he had lost his composure.
Even if he had learned ever more diverse supreme techniques.
He stood no chance against Bu Eunseol’s martial arts—she who had mastered the essence of Nangya Sect’s martial teachings and matched wits with the greatest masters under heaven.
In the end, the outcome was already decided.
“Very well.”
Whoosh!
Realizing there was no way out, Yeon Wol shot upward into the empty sky in an instant.
At the same moment, a sickly yellow light flickered in his eyes.
“I’ll simply erase this entire region….”
But his words never finished.
Bu Eunseol had already used the bamboo to propel herself upward to where he floated.
“I told you there’s no time to gather your power.”
Flash!
A brilliant arc of light swept past Yeon Wol’s neck.
He had risen into the air with confidence, thinking his inner power had been depleted.
But this man had used the elasticity of the bamboo and
the mysteries of Body Movement Martial Arts to leap thirty or more feet high with merely thirty years of accumulated power.
Crack.
Yeon Wol’s body, which had been suspended in the air, finally fell to the ground.
More than half of his neck had been severed, hanging loosely.
“You… you had ascended to the Mujik Gyeong.”
Yeon Wol’s eyes were stained with rage and shock.
“To reach such a realm at your age….”
“I know nothing of the Mujik Gyeong.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“I never intended to ascend to it.”
“What?”
Yeon Wol stared at Bu Eunseol as though looking at a monster, sensing something.
“You deliberately did not ascend to the Mujik Gyeong?”
Only then did he finally understand
the source of that inexplicable authority flowing from Bu Eunseol’s body that he had sensed all along.
It was the terror of the unknown.
This young man was disregarding the stages of martial arts known to Murim and walking his own unique path.
Because of this, his martial prowess could not be gauged at all, and even what seemed like basic techniques contained tremendous power.
Click.
Bu Eunseol pointed her iron sword and spoke.
“If you speak of Inbiyin and the faction you belong to, I will kill you instantly.”
“Hehehehe. Do you think I will speak?”
Yeon Wol burst into hearty laughter.
“Even if this body perishes, I shall be reborn far stronger than I am now.”
Deep yearning flowed from his eyes as he gazed toward the distant sky.
“Just like that person.”
“Cheon Am Seong. You speak of him?”
“Cheon Am Seong?”
Yeon Wol’s wrinkled face furrowed, and suddenly he pointed at Bu Eunseol with his finger, bursting into wild laughter.
“You know nothing at all.”
Yeon Wol cackled.
“How could Baek Pal Sung compare to that person? Moreover, Cheon Am Seong is merely….”
And he spoke words most grotesque.
“Countless times, he has died by that person’s hand.”
“What did you say?”
At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from afar.
Because Yeon Wol had drastically reduced the power flowing through Bu Eunseol’s body.
The range of Beast Path had become so narrow that Bu Eunseol could not even sense someone approaching.
“Huh?”
The one rushing over breathlessly was none other than Jang Sam, who managed the Abandoned Manor.
“Physician!”
Upon seeing Yeon Wol with his neck half-severed and Bu Eunseol holding an iron sword, Jang Sam let out a cry of alarm.
“Please, save him!”
Jang Sam, who had rushed over frantically, knelt before Yeon Wol and spoke.
“This person is a physician who wanders through Zhong Yuan, saving countless lives.”
Bu Eunseol sighed and spoke.
“That man is a murderer who kills people brutally while pretending to treat patients.”
“How could that be? I have witnessed him treating patients every time.”
Bu Eunseol closed her mouth.
No matter how much she explained, he would never understand.
Just as Bu Eunseol was about to unleash a wind technique to subdue Jang Sam without hesitation,
Suddenly.
Yeon Wol, whose neck had been broken, bit into Jang Sam’s throat.
Gulp, gulp.
And in an instant, he drank the blood that poured forth.
Yeon Wol’s previously dim eyes became clear, and the wound on his neck healed rapidly.
Like Jisalseong in the past.
Yeon Wol too possessed the power to recover his body through blood drinking.
“Physician….”
Even as blood flowed from his torn throat, Jang Sam’s expression showed he could not believe this truth.
“Why on earth….”
Yeon Wol did not even answer, continuing to drink the blood,
“Still, I’m grateful.”
Jang Sam wore a faint smile, as though he had resigned himself to everything.
“For allowing someone like me, a beggar, to live with dignity all this time….”
Thump.
With those words spoken, Jang Sam breathed his last.
“Phew.”
Yeon Wol, having drained his blood, recovered his physical form and wore a refreshed expression.
“Thanks to that, I survived.”
He exhaled a sigh of relief while gazing at Bu Eunseol.
“From now on, I will never underestimate you Murim practitioners. And I will absolutely never walk alone again….”
Yeon Wol could not finish his words.
A violet aura was flowing from Bu Eunseol’s body as she hung her head.
The beggar Jang Sam.
Had expressed gratitude to the murderous fiend who slaughtered him so brutally, merely because she had granted him a brief moment of happiness.
And witnessing this, Bu Eunseol’s fury and killing intent erupted with unprecedented ferocity.
“You creatures deserve no right to live.”
Crackle.
And that rage.
Pierced through the power of the phase Yeon Wol had implanted, allowing the Thunder God’s Divine Energy to surge through his body once more.
Crackle crackle crackle. Boom!
The Thunder God’s Divine Energy, spreading uncontrollably, blazed with light so intense it seemed to blind.
Pouring into Yeon Wol’s body.
“Ugh! Aaaaah!”
Trapped within the Thunder God’s Divine Energy, Yeon Wol screamed in agony.
The Thunder God’s Divine Energy, accompanied by extreme heat, began to melt his body from within in an instant.
“Ugh.”
Yeon Wol’s flesh had begun to dissolve like glue, sticky and viscous.
Glub glub glub.
Soon, only a murky liquid pooled where he had stood.
And Yeon Wol’s face floated upon that liquid.
“You are not Tan Wang’s disciple.”
A voice emanated from Yeon Wol’s face floating upon the liquid.
“But neither are you the Thunder God’s disciple. His Thunder God’s Divine Energy is not this passionate.”
As Bu Eunseol sent only a contemptuous gaze, Yeon Wol’s lips moved.
“Do not mistake this for victory. You are nothing.”
He spoke in a sinister, low voice, as though pronouncing a curse.
“In the end, you will all be trapped like rats and suffer throughout your lives.”
In the past, I would have extracted whatever information Yeon Wol possessed by any means necessary.
But now, such things held no meaning. After all, I could simply capture and kill them all.
Squelch.
Bu Eunseol drove the iron sword into Yeon Wol’s floating face.
“Hehehehe. You won’t die from that.”
Yet Yeon Wol, impaled by the iron sword and suspended in mid-air, merely smiled.
“Do you really think you can kill me with mere Thunder God techniques?”
“Ah.”
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
Suddenly, five-colored radiance began flowing from Bu Eunseol’s body.
After Yeon Wol had become that viscous liquid.
The power of the Four Immortals and the Divine Technique had both returned to me.
And to annihilate this grotesque existence, I was drawing upon the power of harmony to obliterate it in a single breath.
A deep rumbling sound.
But then something strange occurred.
As Bu Eunseol drew forth all the power within her body and unleashed harmony, Yeon Wol, who had been slowly closing his eyes unable to withstand that force,
Suddenly blazed!
Began pouring forth an enormous light from his eyes.
In that instant, five-colored radiance flashed before Bu Eunseol’s eyes…
And her consciousness was sinking into endless darkness.
Crackling flames engulfed everything.
A beautiful manor was burning.
Palace halls crumbled, and anguished screams echoed from all directions.
Sa Ha Manor.
Whenever I recovered lost memories, this was always what appeared.
Where my father and mother had been.
I was witnessing that beautiful manor collapse once again.
How much time had passed?
The screams that had erupted from all directions faded, and the flames consuming the manor died down.
But something new was burning.
It was my mother.
‘Mother!’
Bu Eunseol cried out loudly, but the sound did not leave her lips.
No matter how desperately I called.
Even as I tried to run toward my burning mother… my vision would not change, and I could not draw closer.
A strange humming sound.
An odd noise echoed from all directions.
Startled, Bu Eunseol looked around.
Around my burning mother, sorcerers in black robes were forming hand seals and chanting strange incantations.
‘Wait.’
Bu Eunseol finally sensed something was amiss.
The angle from which I was viewing my mother.
They were arranged in a circle, forming hand seals.
Wasn’t this vision being shown from the perspective of one of those chanting the incantation?
‘My memory… no, that’s not it.’
The scene I was witnessing now… it wasn’t Bu Eunseol’s own memory.

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