The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 746

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Chapter 746.
“Come to your senses.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Song Ak stared at her with eyes brimming with killing intent.
“Come to my senses? Did you not witness the atrocities those bastards have committed until now?”
“Song Ak.”
“Stay here and watch. I will cut down those vermin at once and end this tragic affair.”
His momentum was fierce, yet the number of Evil Spirits that had erupted from the tomb site alone numbered around five hundred.
Even if Song Ak died and came back to life, it was a force he could never face.
But consumed by murderous intent, he clicked his tongue while staring at Bu Eunseol.
“If you’re afraid, hide like a turtle with your head tucked in. I will sever all their necks.”
At that moment, sensing their presence, the Taoist Priest shouted toward the place where the two were concealed.
“Who goes there!”
“Who, you ask? I am——”
Thump.
Bu Eunseol swiftly pressed the vital points on Song Ak’s body as he tried to rise.
His condition appeared far from normal.
“I will handle this. Remain here.”
Bu Eunseol whispered softly and placed her hand on his back.
Zing.
In that instant, her eyes flickered with a white light. She had activated the Thousand Heart Technique.
“Until the Wudang Sect’s reinforcements arrive.”
Song Ak could only keep his eyes wide open, his acupoint sealed.
“I know. The Wudang masters have been secretly following you all this time.”
Whoosh.
Having finished speaking, Bu Eunseol immediately rose to her feet.
And she walked confidently toward the Taoist Priest at the tomb site.
“Are you a member of the Goru Cult?”
And deliberately feigning ignorance, she amplified her inner energy and called out loudly.
“Using strange sorcery at the tomb site, no less.”
The Taoist Priest could not hide his startled expression as a young man in wanderer’s garb suddenly appeared.
“You are——”
The Taoist Priest, observing Bu Eunseol disguised as Seol So, furrowed his brow.
“A disciple of Tan Wang.”
“What kind of experiment requires such a convoluted method? If you wish to kill commoners, why not simply kill them yourselves?”
It was a question she would have genuinely asked before meeting Man Wol.
The Inbiyin each possessed tremendous power, and if they wished to kill commoners, they could do so without restraint.
But now she understood.
What kind of experiment the Inbiyin were conducting. And that it was in its final stages.
“So you’ve been hired by that wretched Muhon Society.”
“Your silence suggests you’re similar to that one called Yeon Wol.”
Bu Eunseol’s lips curled upward in a contemptuous smirk.
“As a mere foot soldier, it seems I know nothing at all.”
In that instant, the Taoist Priest’s eyes grew strange.
No one in Murim knew the true identity of Inbiyin.
Because the moment one learned that identity, death was certain to follow.
Yet the man before him knew that Yeon Wol was Inbiyin and still lived.
Which meant… Yeon Wol had died by his hand instead?
“Hehehehe. How surprising.”
But an unexpected reaction came.
Even knowing he had killed Yeon Wol, the Taoist Priest laughed outright?
“A mere martial artist of Murim defeating us.”
Each Inbiyin possessed different abilities and objectives, yet they seemed to refer to themselves as “us.”
“A disciple of Tan Wang could never possess such power.”
“Why can you not be killed?”
“Because we cannot be slain by martial arts alone.”
The Taoist Priest’s murky eyes flashed with intensity.
“Then you must be either a master of the Mujik Gyeong capable of opposing our realm… or someone from the Baek Ri Family.”
Remarkably, he spoke similarly to Yeon Wol.
Bu Eunseol pondered deeply before nodding slowly.
“You know well. I come from the Baek Ri Family.”
The Inbiyin had consistently spoken of the Baek Ri Family.
Through this Taoist Priest, I sought to verify whether the Baek Ri Family truly operated in secret throughout Gangho.
“From the Baek Ri Family?”
The Taoist Priest stroked his chin, studying me intently for a long moment before his eyes flashed.
“Madman. Impersonating the Baek Ri Family?”
‘Can he distinguish members of the Baek Ri Family by sight alone?’
“Why do you think so?”
The Taoist Priest did not answer my question. Instead, he suddenly drove his leg down with tremendous force.
Boom.
A murky radiance spread outward in all directions, creating a circular barrier within a hundred paces.
Simultaneously, five hundred Evil Spirits that burst from the ground emitted a sickly blue glow from their eyes.
“I do not know how you learned of us…”
The Taoist Priest’s eyes blazed with murderous intent as he uttered incomprehensible words.
“You die here.”
As the Taoist Priest prepared to attack, I mimicked the messenger of Cheonghae Realm and sent a transmission in an eerie voice.
「I am of the Special Divine Guard of Cheonghae Realm.」
I was fabricating whatever came to mind to extract more information from him.
「Are we not allies? There is no need for conflict.」
The Taoist Priest studied me for a long moment, then furrowed his brow.
“What nonsense is this.”
‘So Inbiyin and Cheonghae Realm have no connection?’
「Why won’t you believe my words?」
Then the Taoist Priest suddenly extended his hand.
“Hmph, if that’s true, show me your spirit token first.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol grasped two crucial facts.
―Inbiyin and Cheonghae Realm cannot be called allies. Yet there exists a cooperative relationship or point of contact substantial enough to demand a spirit token.
「I cannot show it now due to circumstances.」
“Truly, you’re a cunning rat.”
Only then did the Taoist Priest realize that Bu Eunseol had deceived him, and his eyes flashed with fury.
“Impersonating the Special Divine Guard of Cheonghae Realm after the Baek Ri Family?”
“By sending Gwi Ah, the Infinite Realm learned the method of physical evolution.”
Bu Eunseol spoke rapidly.
“And by sending Evil Spirits, our Realm learned how to manipulate spirits. Is that not so?”
When the Taoist Priest’s brow furrowed, Bu Eunseol continued.
“You are helping those born weak to be reborn as the strong through the cycle of reincarnation, are you not?”
“Madman. I see you’re just greedily swallowing scraps of information heard here and there.”
As the Taoist Priest spoke decisively, Bu Eunseol realized he would not be fooled further and wore an expression of regret.
“A mere foot soldier with little knowledge, yet sharp instincts.”
“You will die.”
The Taoist Priest extended his hand.
“Let me show you how contemptible Murim martial arts truly are.”
Crack.
Then Bu Eunseol’s body began to lose its inner qi and vital energy with an eerie sound.
A technique that could be called the specialty of Inbiyin.
A forbidden art that annihilates all power within the body.
But it mattered not.
Bu Eunseol had already placed her hand on Song Ak’s back, synchronizing with his inner cultivation method using the Thousand Intention Heart Technique.
She transformed the counter-extreme true qi into the form of Taoist energy, then dispersed it across the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
Hum.
As Bu Eunseol drew the Muk Hon Sword, a subtle cold aura bloomed.
She intended to face the Taoist Priest using Taoist energy dispersed throughout the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
“Grind that creature to dust.”
Rumble.
At the Taoist Priest’s cry, the Evil Spirits surrounded Bu Eunseol with their cyan eyes blazing.
Whoosh!
As the Evil Spirits extended their hands, blood-red patterns formed in the void alongside a putrid stench.
Sizzle.
Mere contact with the patterns melted clothing and tore flesh.
It was as though an indestructible sword force was being endlessly drawn across empty space.
Crack!
As the Muk Hon Sword, infused with Taoist internal energy, cleaved through the void, the blood-red patterns inscribed across all directions ignited like flames.
This was no easy battle.
The mysterious energy flowing from beneath the earth suppressed even the Beast Path’s heightened senses.
Each time the Evil Spirits attacked, a toxic miasma was sucked into my nostrils.
Not only that, but there were five hundred enemies, and the space was confined to merely a hundred paces.
It felt as though I were dealing with assassins swarming in a cramped single room.
“Hehehehe. No matter how formidable one’s martial arts, soon enough….”
The Taoist Priest watching from afar began to laugh wickedly before his eyes suddenly widened.
“What is that?”
Despite suppressing all bodily sensations.
Despite unleashing the most vicious toxic miasma.
Despite the confined space restricting movement…
Slash! Rend!
Bu Eunseol was cutting down the Evil Spirits like bundles of straw without hesitation.
One against many—this was truly my specialty.
Without even needing to unleash inner energy that could tear heaven and earth asunder.
Without needing to display supreme martial techniques that could topple mountains and reshape the earth’s terrain.
My exquisite sword forms, honed and refined through countless martial principles, were cutting down my enemies’ lives with absolute certainty.
‘How strange.’
Zing. Zing.
Moreover, at some point, a faint light began radiating from my body.
It resembled the phenomenon that had occurred when I recovered my body in Mujok’s Secret Chamber.
Each time the light flowing from my body flickered.
The energy that had been blocking all my physical strength was naturally dissipating, was it not?
Rumble.
Before long, all the blocked energy had cleared, and my full strength returned perfectly.
‘Is this the change?’
Since entering Mujok’s Secret Chamber.
It seemed my body had become resistant to all but the most extraordinary sorcery.
‘Then.’
I opened my eyes sharply.
There was no need to prolong this.
I would unleash perfect harmony in one breath.
And obliterate those Evil Spirits and the Inbiyin Taoist Priest without leaving a trace of their existence in this world.
Rumble rumble rumble.
As I released all the energy within my body, the entire cemetery began to shake violently.
“That bastard has recovered his inner energy?”
Sensing that Bu Eunseol had regained her inner energy and senses, the Taoist Priest scattered yellow talismans from his robes.
Instantly, the sickly yellow light streaming from the eyes of hundreds of Evil Spirits grew far more intense.
“You will die here!”
As the Taoist Priest’s cry rang out, the Evil Spirits lunged at Bu Eunseol in unison,
Zing.
A solemn golden radiance began to envelop Bu Eunseol’s body.
The Prajna Paramita ability unfurled, perfectly aligning all the power within her meridians.
At the moment I was about to unleash harmony with all my might,
“Keeaaa!”
With a sharp battle cry that sounded like a crow’s caw, a crimson brilliance erupted skyward from the grass field behind Bu Eunseol.
Simultaneously, a shadow blazing like a malevolent spirit materialized before them.
The blue Taoist robe was soiled, and the white sash was stained red as if drenched in blood.
His eyes gleamed with madness.
He walked forward, muttering incomprehensible words in a low, unceasing voice.
It was Song Ak, who had been lying unconscious after having his vital points suppressed by Bu Eunseol.
“Hm?”
The Inbiyin Taoist Priest furrowed his brow as he gazed upon Song Ak.
He wore the Wudang Sect robes, the same as before.
Yet why did he approach, humming as though possessed by an evil spirit?
“Who are you?”
“I am Song Ak of the Wudang Sect.”
Song Ak, who had been humming, cried out with a devastated expression.
“Did killing innocent civilians bring you such satisfaction?”
“How tiresome.”
“From this moment on, I shall deliver punishment upon you in Heaven’s stead, so accept it gracefully.”
The Taoist Priest, offering no response, burned another talisman.
The Evil Spirits’ eyes had now transformed into sickly yellow orbs.
“Slay them all at once!”
Whoosh.
Hundreds of Evil Spirits rose like phantoms and descended upon Song Ak.
The Evil Spirits’ bodies were harder than steel, and they spewed a toxic poison more virulent than any venom.
Those at a distance unleashed an endless torrent of black patterns like swarms of thousands of wasps.
A single missed defense would result in
flesh being torn by razor-sharp claws laden with toxic poison.
With every breath, the vicious toxin seemed to burn the lungs ablaze.
Yet Song Ak merely swung his sword with an expression of profound annoyance.
And yet the Evil Spirits’ bodies burst apart lightly, scattering like powder before him.
Song Ak, consumed by rage and killing intent, wielded the Wudang Sword Technique as though it were a Demonic Sword Style.
‘He has crossed over not into Heart Demon, but into the Demonic Path itself?’
Bu Eunseol’s eyebrows rose as she observed the battle.
Had Song Ak’s spirit—the one regarded as the next sect leader—truly descended into the Demonic Path?
‘No, he stands at a crossroads.’
To capture ghosts, one must become a ghost oneself.
Song Ak, who had once possessed the purity of a child.
Had come to accept the killing intent of Sal Gwi as I repeatedly eliminated them.
And upon encountering a Taoist Priest who commanded Evil Spirits, the killing intent I harbored within my body had erupted.
Now the question remained whether I would enter the Demonic Path.
Or whether I would remain as a Wudang Sect Taoist Priest.
Only that decision remained.
‘For now, I must focus solely on protecting him.’
If I were to stop Song Ak now?
Unable to contain the overflowing killing intent within his body, there was a high probability he would become a great murderer.
Rather than that, it was best to let him fight without restraint and buy him time to make his choice at the crossroads of righteousness and darkness.
Crash!
Song Ak unleashed swordplay as if possessed by divine spirits.
Wudang Sect, alongside Shaolin, stood as the two pillars of the Righteous Path Murim, and its swordsmanship was evaluated as the finest among orthodox schools.
Song Ak was the foremost disciple of Wudang and a master of great virtue who had mastered diverse orthodox swordplay techniques.
As Bu Eunseol refrained from advancing and quietly merely blocked the Evil Spirits’ attacks, he moved like a divine dragon that had gained wings.
Now he was pouring forth the supreme sword techniques he had yet to fully employ all at once.
‘From the start, I was never meant to become a sect leader.’
Song Ak had followed Bu Eunseol and released his non-killing sword restriction, engaging in fierce combat where blood and flesh erupted.
Experiencing extreme combat unlike anything before, I broke through my existing limitations.
Rapidly entering a new realm of martial mastery.
Such rapid achievement was unprecedented even when looking back through Wudang’s history.
‘His martial talent is far too exceptional to entrust with sect leader duties.’
Song Ak, much like Bu Eunseol, was rapidly advancing his swordsmanship even during battle.
And a martial genius of this caliber could never become a sect leader.
The Nine Sects One Alliance had, throughout generations, ensured that exceptional geniuses did not assume sect leader responsibilities.
Instead, they were developed into individuals who pushed their sect’s martial arts to their ultimate pinnacle.
‘I will develop him. To the extreme.’
Bu Eunseol no longer protected Song Ak from a distance, but drew close and placed her back against his.
“Let us fight together.”
“Hehehehe, splendid!”
As Bu Eunseol and Song Ak stood back-to-back and unleashed their swordplay, something remarkable occurred.
When the purified swordplay of Nangya Pavilion, which could be called the strongest in practical martial arts, combined with Wudang’s swordsmanship that embraced all things in heaven and earth.
Transcending the limits of martial arts, a natural sword technique of perfect harmony was created.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
As Song Ak’s Red Line Like Mirror technique endlessly created circular sword energy,
Flash! Flash!
Bu Eunseol’s Meteor Chasing Moon technique repeatedly severed the enemies’ necks.
Crack!
As the massive cross sword energy of the Crescent Moon Efficacy technique shredded the attacking Evil Spirits, the initial form of Song Ak’s Born Yet Without Possession technique.
Spread like a fan’s ribs to protect Bu Eunseol.
Flash!
With each brilliant clash of the two long blades, the evil spirits toppled like bundles of straw.
Bu Eunseol deliberately wielded the profound technique of compensating strength with length, adapting with responsive mastery.
She elevated Song Ak’s swordsmanship to an even greater realm.
Thud thud thud.
After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, only a single Taoist Priest remained standing upon the altar.
His talismans exhausted, he trembled as he stared down at his empty hands.
Whoosh.
The mysterious walls that had covered a hundred paces had vanished entirely.
As the evil spirits lost their spiritual essence, the formation naturally dissolved.
“These wretches… destroying the evil spirits I spent ten years cultivating!”
“Hehehehe.”
Song Ak, his face washed in blood, bared his white teeth in a smile.
“Even if you’d spent a hundred years, it would change nothing.”
Having tasted blood from slaughtering the terrifying number of five hundred, Song Ak’s
eyes blazed with killing intent, and the corners of his eyes shot upward toward the heavens.
His expression was utterly ferocious, and his speech had become as coarse as a Black Gang thug’s.
“I’ll slaughter every last one of you!”
Slash!
Song Ak began his sword dance toward the Taoist Priest on the altar.
From having cut down hundreds of evil spirits,
his very body had become killing intent itself.
“You’re the source of all the suffering inflicted upon countless innocents!”
The Taoist Priest, lacking martial skill, repeatedly pressed his fingers to his forehead, attempting to unfold something.
But each time, Bu Eunseol unleashed a sword aura, rendering his movements futile.
Whoosh!
Thanks to the formation being dissolved, all of Song Ak’s inner power had returned to him,
and the sword aura coalescing upon the Song Family’s ancient blade rose nearly a zhang high.
Normally, when Orthodox Sect practitioners manifest sword aura, it shines white or blue.
But Song Ak’s was…
stained the crimson red of blood, as though created by Demonic Path practitioners or assassins.
“Die!”
Song Ak’s Tai Chi wisdom sword had drawn ever closer to the Demonic Path’s Blood Dragon Demon Sword technique,
and his gaze radiated a venomous aura.
‘This is the critical moment.’
Song Ak’s spirit stood at a crossroads.
The instant he struck down the Taoist Priest,
the killing intent within his body could be completely extinguished, allowing him to enter a perfect Righteous Path untainted by any evil.
Or by killing the Taoist Priest, he could fully awaken to murderous intent and enter the Demonic Path of Infinity.
Bu Eunseol did not intervene in that battle, but watched quietly from behind.
It was all Song Ak’s choice, after all.
“Die!”
Screech! Screech! Screech!
Song Ak unleashed his sword technique like pouring out his anguish.
With each slash, chunks of the Taoist Priest’s flesh flew into the air.
With each strike, Song Ak’s killing intent and murderous aura gradually began to diminish.
In the end, he had overcome this trial and stepped fully into the Righteous Path.
‘Once that fake Taoist dies, he’ll return to normal.’
Just as Bu Eunseol gave a faint nod,
A rumbling sound.
Around the tomb site, roughly a hundred martial artists in Taoist robes ascended.
They were the ones who had been secretly following Song Ak since he emerged into Gangho, observing the situation unfold.
The sword inspectors of Wudang Sect led by Young Heo Ja.
“What in the world—”
Young Heo Ja, gazing at the Evil Spirits collapsed at the tomb site, opened his mouth.
They had already arrived near the tomb site following Bu Eunseol and Song Ak.
But due to the mysterious barrier that suddenly manifested, they had been unable to see inside the tomb until now.
Yet suddenly that barrier had been lifted.
And here lay hundreds of corpses scattered about.
“Elder.”
At that moment, Song Woon, the first disciple standing beside Young Heo Ja, pointed ahead.
“Song Ak appears to have gone mad.”
“What do you mean—”
Sensing something amiss, Young Heo Ja looked forward,
“Die!”
He could see Song Ak, now a single evil spirit, unleashing his fury.
“Dodge it!”
He was shrieking and pouring out killing sword techniques madly, while the Taoist Priest desperately evaded them.
“Patron.”
Young Heo Ja rushed to Bu Eunseol and asked.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Bu Eunseol had already begun releasing her reverse technique from the moment Young Heo Ja appeared.
“What do you mean.”
“Song, Song Ak….”
As I turned my head,
Slick. Lick.
Song Ak licked the Taoist Priest’s blood from his sword with his tongue, his face twisted in a murderous smile.
“For a fake Taoist, you move quite swiftly.”
“….”
Bu Eunseol had no choice but to tell him the truth.
“That vile Taoist Priest still lives—I cannot contain my killing intent.”
“Cannot contain your killing intent? What do you mean by that?”
Young Heo Ja asked in bewilderment, and Bu Eunseol fell silent.
She could not think of any excuse to offer.
Was it because Song Ak had witnessed the deaths of innocent commoners and burned with rage, finally recognizing that the Wudang Sect’s teachings were not righteous?
Or was it because the killing intent that the Wudang Sect had long suppressed within his body had erupted?
‘I cannot say such things.’
If she spoke those words,
Song Ak would be subjected to wall-facing meditation or, worse, undergo the Wudang Sect’s more rigorous spiritual discipline.
“He is….”
After much deliberation, Bu Eunseol averted her gaze from Young Heo Ja and murmured softly.
“He has tasted the waters of Gangho… and seems somewhat corrupted.”
Their jaws dropped.
Young Heo Ja and the Taoist Priests stood with their mouths agape in shock.
Regardless, Song Ak continued to drive the Inbiyin Taoist Priest into a corner, delivering blow after devastating blow.

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