The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 752

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Chapter 752.
The river bank shrouded in water mist resembled a landscape from another world where no humans dwelled—silent and desolate beyond measure.
An old man wearing a bamboo hat pulled low over his brow held a fishing rod extended toward the water, standing motionless as stone.
Through the gaps in his hat, his deeply sunken eyes flickered like stars scattered across the night sky, pulsing with an otherworldly rhythm.
Though his appearance seemed rather ordinary,
his mental fortitude, bearing, and magnanimity were extraordinary.
He had ascended to depths of wisdom and heights of martial mastery so boundless that no mortal could withstand him.
He was the First Master of the Demonic Path, called the Sky of the Demonic Realm—the Lord of Demon Palace, Sa Do Moo Myung.
He crouched by the river’s edge,
sitting as immovable as Mount Tai, his expression betraying neither joy nor sorrow, neither concern nor worry.
His emotionless face was absorbed entirely in fishing.
Whoooosh.
Then something extraordinary occurred.
In this quiet, empty river bank, a sudden violent wave sound erupted.
Whoooosh!
The sound of waves grew increasingly distinct, ringing in the ears,
and millions of luminous points began forming in the vicinity where Sa Do Moo Myung fished.
Shwooooo.
The countless points of light gradually took human form, coalescing into a blue shadow.
Zing.
The blue shadow’s surface rippled like water with a low vibration, then transformed into a perfect human figure.
It was the Blue-Robed Elder—one with a face like a wind-carved bone and eyes as calm as still waters.
In the past, while Sa Do Moo Myung fished, this very Blue-Robed Elder had conveyed Sam Gye’s intention to kill Bu Eunseol.
It was indeed that Blue-Robed Elder.
“Hmm.”
The Blue-Robed Elder exhaled softly and gazed upon Sa Do Moo Myung, who continued fishing.
His peaceful fishing was in perfect harmony with nature itself.
Had one closed their eyes, they would never have detected anyone fishing by the river bank.
‘Indeed.’
The Blue-Robed Elder had not only cultivated martial arts deemed to have reached the absolute pinnacle of the martial way,
but had also mastered mystical techniques transcending the limits of martial knowledge.
Yet he could not fathom Sa Do Moo Myung’s level of martial mastery.
Ordinary mortals could not even imagine how far he had ascended—his realm was that distant and incomprehensible.
“He has transcended the realm of a mere martial master and become something entirely new—Sa Do Moo Myung himself.”
It was the utmost reverence and praise for the heights Sa Do Moo Myung had achieved.
Yet Sa Do Moo Myung sat unmoved, as though he heard nothing.
“But why did you break your promise?”
The Blue-Robed Elder opened his mouth with an utterly frigid tone, as if his praise had never been spoken.
“I told you not to touch Cheon Ki.”
Despite the murderous glint in his eyes and the lethal edge in his voice,
Ma Cheon Je was fishing with utter indifference, as though questioning whose dog was barking.
“It falls outside the scope of our alliance—merely a personal agreement between us?”
The Blue-Robed Elder pressed the question once more.
Yet Ma Cheon Je remained seated with that infuriatingly natural composure.
“Do you not realize that everything could crumble because of Cheon Ki Sung?”
“You’ve spent too long in the Murim Alliance. Your nerve has withered.”
In that instant, a silence as profound as death itself descended.
The Blue-Robed Elder’s eyes, fixed upon Ma Cheon Je, had transformed into a pair of ghostly lanterns burning with malevolent intent.
“There are lines in this world that must never be crossed.”
Whiiiing.
As wind swept across the river bank, a suffocating tension gripped the entire expanse.
The Blue-Robed Elder radiated the killing intent of an imminent strike.
In stark contrast, Ma Cheon Je continued his fishing with unshakeable serenity.
‘When the night grows long, so too do the dreams.’
No matter how intently I scrutinized his movements, I could discern not a single opening.
The Blue-Robed Elder then began to diffuse a mysterious force throughout his entire being.
Martial technique alone would not suffice—he had no choice but to employ sorcery that transcended the boundaries of martial mastery itself.
“This ends now.”
The Blue-Robed Elder muttered softly, extending his hand,
Boom.
The river that Ma Cheon Je had been observing, flowing with such majesty, vanished entirely.
Simultaneously, the landscape surrounding the river bank began to scatter like torn paper, dispersing in all directions.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Suddenly, as the heavens and earth trembled, fragments of sky began to rain down like shattered glass.
Each fragment that touched the ground erupted in tremendous explosions, scattering shards of brilliant light in every direction.
From the chasms in the fractured earth, roiling magma surged forth, consuming everything in its path.
The sky itself had transformed into a crimson inferno, while searing heat and ash swirled through the air.
It was a landscape as though the very end of the world had arrived.
“Still the same.”
Despite the horrifying spectacle unfolding before him,
Ma Cheon Je clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“After all this time has passed, you could have at least created something more imaginative.”
“I shall craft a creative death for you.”
Crash!
With a deafening thunderclap that shattered the eardrums, the sky split asunder, and brilliant light cascaded down upon Ma Cheon Je’s head.
It was no illusion.
It was a genuine explosion of such immense power that it could obliterate a human body without leaving a trace.
“Hmph.”
Ma Cheon Je let out a low scoff,
Craaash!
The very earth trembled, and the torrential force vanished in an instant.
Witnessing this, the Blue-Robed Elder’s lips curved into a smile.
“Using such an archaic technique—I underestimated you.”
A smile played across his face.
His eyes gleamed crimson, narrowing into crescents, his mouth stretching upward until it reached his pupils.
It was as though he were transforming from human form into something monstrous that should not exist.
A low hiss escaped him.
The Blue-Robed Elder’s hands began to radiate light.
Countless points of brilliance emerged, as if countless galaxies themselves were igniting.
A deep resonance thrummed through the air.
From Ma Cheon Je’s clasped hands held behind his back, a pitch-black sphere began to swirl violently.
It was darkness itself, chaos incarnate,
and with each rotation, distinct waves rippled outward, warping the very fabric of space.
“Farewell.”
A brilliant flash!
As the Blue-Robed Elder extended his hands, millions of stars seemed to be born, erupting in a magnificent explosion.
A tremendous roar!
The light surged toward Ma Cheon Je.
The entire world became a blazing inferno, embroidering every space where Ma Cheon Je stood with radiance.
“Your power has grown considerably.”
As Ma Cheon Je murmured softly, the sphere formed in his clasped hands shot forward of its own accord.
The moment it collided with the torrent of light unleashed by the Blue-Robed Elder,
A cosmic tremor!
With a vibration as though the entire universe itself were shaking, not only space but time itself began to twist.
Ma Cheon Je coming to fish, Ma Cheon Je leaving without fishing.
Ma Cheon Je departing without encountering the Blue-Robed Elder.
Ma Cheon Je engaging in calm conversation with the Blue-Robed Elder—countless timelines unfolded.
When the power of masters transcending human limits collided, time warped and infinite worlds of possibility bloomed into existence.
A deep resonance echoed.
The collision of forces continued.
The stars poured forth by the Blue-Robed Elder shimmered with white light, possessing the creative power to regenerate all existence.
In contrast, Ma Cheon Je’s power was ultimate chaos—a destructive wave that devoured and obliterated all things in creation.
A tremendous roar!
As the collision of forces reached its crescendo,
all light in the world began to be drawn into a single point where the two stood opposed.
A blinding flash!
A colossal explosion that consumed everything erupted.
In that instant, the forms of both figures dispersed into infinitesimal fragments that could no longer be divided.
The entire world reached a state of absolute nothingness.
A high-pitched beeping sound.
How much time had passed?
The sound of insects chirping drifted from somewhere in the distance.
As the light that had consumed the entire world faded away, the pristine landscape of the river bank revealed itself once more.
Ma Cheon Je still held his fishing rod extended, while the Blue-Robed Elder gazed toward the distant sky.
The Blue-Robed Elder had unfolded his domain, creating forces and worlds that did not exist in reality.
Ma Cheon Je had wielded his terrifying Infinite Capacity to neutralize that power.
A draw.
The strength of Ma Cheon Je and the Blue-Robed Elder
could not encroach upon each other’s domains, and ultimately reverted to the moment before the clash began,
maintaining their original state.
“I suppose hearing ‘Ma Cheon Je, Ma Cheon Je’ so often made you think I’d truly transcended the Human-Celestial realm.”
The Blue-Robed Elder gazed at Ma Cheon Je, who still held his fishing rod extended, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
“This is my final warning.”
The Blue-Robed Elder spoke to Ma Cheon Je with an extraordinarily solemn voice.
“Should you touch the Heavenly Secrets again… then I shall surely claim your life.”
Ma Cheon Je merely gazed at the river bank as if he heard nothing at all.
Observing this, the Blue-Robed Elder let out a snort,
then whooshed away—
transforming into millions of points of light that vanished into the distant sky.
Whether it was a technique or a genuine divine method, it was a movement impossible to fathom.
“Still obsessed with domains and such. No progress whatsoever.”
The eyes of Ma Cheon Je, who gazed upon the flowing river, shimmered with mystery.
“If I were to convert it into the numerical games you all favor, I have already reached the Tenth Heaven.”
The Tenth Heaven—the ultimate pinnacle of domain perfection, beyond which one could not ascend.
Had the Blue-Robed Elder been more meticulous, he would have carefully counted his own footprints left upon the river bank.
Because he had not moved at all.
From the moment he arrived at this river bank, he had been trapped within the Mental World that Ma Cheon Je had constructed.
Yet the Blue-Robed Elder, unaware of this truth, departed under the delusion that he had fought Ma Cheon Je to a draw.
“Continue stirring things up. That way, my grand design shall be completed.”
The eyes of Ma Cheon Je, fixed upon the river bank, shimmered once more.
“However… there is one thing that refuses to proceed as intended.”
Ma Cheon Je recalled the face of Bu Eunseol.
He had previously ordered a confrontation with Eumgyeol Maji and the Blood Cult.
He had intended to strike a blow to her spirit through the deaths of his Sayoung Hall subordinates.
Yet Bu Eunseol had prevented their deaths through an unexpected method.
“…I must sever that bond.”
His eyes, releasing a sigh, shimmered with mysterious radiance once more, as if recalling something.
“That would be fitting. Since she has become useless anyway…”
Standing at the river bank, Ma Cheon Je wore an enigmatic smile.
“I shall kill her with my own hands.”
At that very moment, his body gradually became transparent, merging with the surrounding landscape.
His contours blurred, his form scattered, and finally he transformed into pure light, vanishing in an instant.
A deep rumble echoed.
The moment Ma Cheon Je disappeared,
A thunderous crash. The ground trembled.
All the terrain around them completely transformed, and even the river water began to evaporate.
This place was not a real river at all.
It was a Mental World that Ma Cheon Je himself had created.
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Demon Palace, Jamma Pavilion. Great Conference Hall.
Bu Eunseol and all the Lords had gathered there.
In truth, this meeting had been called at Yu Woon Ryong’s request.
The fact that he had requested a meeting meant there were significant changes in either the Demon Palace or the Murim situation.
However, before the meeting began, Bu Eunseol started to relay something far more critical.
“The Three Families primarily wield the power of Baek Pal Sung, and Baek Pal Sung exercises a force in certain domains that transcends the principles of martial arts—a power akin to that of demons.”
“The Inbiyin primarily manifest a Mental World called Weisang, within which each displays their own unique power.”
Bu Eunseol began to explain
the forces she had encountered thus far—the Baek Pal Sung of the Three Families and the Weisang of the Inbiyin.
All the Lords who heard these accounts opened their mouths in disbelief.
Both powers not only far transcended the subtleties and strength of martial arts, but with ordinary methods,
there was no way to even defend against their power.
“In the end, both powers have only one limitation—a certain domain.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong, who had been listening thoughtfully, muttered with a pale expression.
“There is no countermeasure whatsoever.”
“That is correct.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with firmness and gravity.
“If you determine that an opponent is Baek Pal Sung or Inbiyin, flee immediately.”
She, who knew well the competitive spirit of the Lords, emphasized once more.
“Even if I face them one-on-one, I cannot guarantee victory. Therefore, never attempt to engage them alone.”
Bu Eunseol looked around the assembly with solemn eyes and spoke with absolute conviction.
“This is an order.”
The Lords nodded their heads.
After all, if Bu Eunseol herself would struggle against them, mere determination could never secure victory.
“But then, if I may ask…”
At that moment, Jo Nam Cheon scratched his head.
“How are we supposed to distinguish between Baek Pal Sung and Inbiyin?”
“An excellent question.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“Both groups hold Murim practitioners in utter contempt, and they wield power of an entirely different nature from martial arts principles. To put it simply, it feels like they are using sorcery.”
Bu Eunseol provided detailed accounts of the Baek Pal Sung and Inbiyin she had encountered thus far.
“In other words, if an enemy uses power that transcends the principles of martial arts, then they must be one of those two without exception.”
“Presumably.”
Bu Eunseol swept her gaze across the faces of the lords before speaking.
“I say this again: if you encounter an enemy displaying such signs, do not engage under any circumstances. Retreat immediately. This order applies equally to the Elite Division.”
“Understood.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong acknowledged,
“What of the Eun Yeom Dae’s training?”
At Bu Eunseol’s question, Myo Cheon Woo nodded.
“Approximately eighty percent complete.”
The Eun Yeom Dae.
It was an elite force of martial artists that Myo Cheon Woo had cultivated with every ounce of his dedication.
Unlike ordinary Sayoung Hall warriors,
they were composed of martial artists whose combat abilities had increased exponentially.
In particular, the members of the Eun Yeom Dae had received separate instruction in medicinal elixirs and mental cultivation methods from Bu Eunseol, and had been taught both Demonic Path and Orthodox martial techniques separately.
Myo Cheon Woo, a master of pressure point techniques, was conducting intensive training on them.
As a result, every member of the Eun Yeom Dae had been reborn as formidable masters proficient not only in spear techniques but in all manner of Orthodox martial arts.
“Then let us begin from now.”
The reason for establishing the Eun Yeom Dae was singular.
In preparation for the possibility that Seo Jin Ha, who served as my shadow, might fall into grave peril in my stead,
I intended to assign the Eun Yeom Dae members, who possessed formidable martial prowess, to provide constant protection.
“Understood. I shall execute it immediately.”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s response, Bu Eunseol turned her gaze toward Yu Woon Ryong.
Yu Woon Ryong nodded, rose from his seat, and opened his mouth with an expression of utmost gravity.
“The Chong Gyo Ryeong has summoned Gu Ma Cheon Ju from Haenam to the Demon Palace. To appoint him to the vacant position of Blood Secret Commandant.”
In that instant, silence descended upon the conference hall.
The Blood Secret Commandant held the authority to roam Murim, identifying and eliminating various Gangho organizations that posed threats to the Demon Palace.
In terms of the Murim Alliance, it was a position remarkably similar to the Intelligence Division Chief that Bu Eunseol herself held.
The problem was that no organization called the Gu Ma Cheon actually existed within the Demon Palace.
“So the Demon Palace also has a shadow organization.”
As Bu Eunseol murmured quietly, Yu Woon Ryong nodded.
“It must be so. Unless the Chong Gyo Ryeong is the type to enjoy jesting.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol furrowed her brow.
I am the successor to the Demon Palace.
Yet even the Bi Young Gak, the Demon Palace’s highest intelligence organization, still cannot move freely.
That much is acceptable.
But despite being the next Pavilion Master of the Demon Palace,
I do not clearly understand the secret organizations within the Demon Palace that various senior figures operate covertly.
And all such organizations rest in the palm of Ma Cheon Je, the foremost of the Demonic Path, called the Sky of the Demonic Way.
Of course, the Demonic Path is strength. Only those who possess strength can claim everything, so I cannot say I fail to understand such matters.
What was subtle, however, was this:
the intention behind limiting such power was not malicious.
It was as if, for a certain period, I wished for them to grow without knowledge of the forces and enemies lurking in the Abyss.
“In the end, it’s tantamount to deliberately revealing the existence of the Shadow organization.”
At that moment, Yu Woon Ryong spoke.
“Moreover, since Chong Gyo Ryeong lacks the authority to appoint Ryeong Ju….”
“Then it’s Ma Cheon Je’s will we’re witnessing.”
“That’s likely the case.”
“But isn’t that taking it too far?”
Won Se Moon, who had been listening quietly, pouted and spoke.
“He publicly declared Ryeong Ju as his successor, yet didn’t even transmit his martial techniques to him. He merely granted internal inspection authority—isn’t that just a pretty facade?”
Yu Woon Ryong shook his head.
“Of course, the Demon Palace of the past cultivated successors. The successor of the Ten Demonic Gates always became the next Palace Master.”
…
“But not anymore. Ma Cheon Je ascended to the position of Demon Palace Master through his own strength and became the sky of the Demonic Path. He is not someone who nurtures or elevates others.”
Yu Woon Ryong gazed out the window toward the Sole Brightness Pavilion.
“And he has concentrated all the Demon Palace’s power into his own hands. Look at Chong Gyo Ryeong, the current second-in-command of the Demon Palace. Even his authority has been partially stripped away, has it not?”
“That’s why relations with the Ten Demonic Gates have deteriorated as well.”
When Myo Cheon Woo chimed in from beside him, Won Se Moon fell silent.
When one thought about it, there was no one to blame.
In the Demonic Path, strength is law and absolute principle.
As long as he, the supreme master of the current Demonic Path, remains in command, the Demon Palace is nothing but within his grasp.
“But now that I think about it… that is rather strange.”
At that moment, Jo Nam Cheon stroked his chin.
“Chong Gyo Ryeong is the left seat among the Four Gods Seven Kings, and his martial prowess is evaluated as being on par with the position of Samma, is it not?”
He scratched his head as if puzzled.
“No matter how loyal a subordinate he is to Ma Cheon Je, to endure such treatment for all these long years….”
He did not finish his sentence, but the implication was clear.
―Doesn’t Chong Gyo Ryeong have some hidden agenda to endure this?
Bu Eunseol too remained in the Demon Palace despite Ma Cheon Je’s overt grasp for power.
It was to expand the Muhon Society further.
And seeing how Chong Gyo Ryeong, despite holding diminished authority, steadfastly remains in the Demon Palace,
the probability that he harbors another purpose is quite high.
“Aren’t you all misunderstanding something?”
At that moment, Myo Cheon Woo rebuked them.
“This is not the Murim Alliance—it is the Demon Palace. Such thinking is rather natural, is it not?”
He shrugged and looked toward the Lords.
“We offer absolute loyalty to the strong, but given the opportunity, we strike down the strong and rise in their place. Wouldn’t someone of such standing have plans when offering absolute loyalty to Ma Cheon Je?”
The Lords finally nodded with bewildered expressions.
Having spent so long alongside the excessively upright Bu Eunseol,
At some point, I had forgotten the laws of the Demonic Path’s supremacy.
The weak offer their loyalty, while the strong trample upon one another to rise higher.
That is the true nature of the Demonic Path.
“But who is this Gu Ma Cheon Ju? If he publicly became a candidate for Blood Ryeong Ju, information would have surfaced, wouldn’t it?”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s words, Yu Woon Ryong nodded.
“His name is Yu Baek. He’s only twenty years old, they say.”
Yu Woon Ryong sighed as he spoke.
“If he truly becomes Blood Ryeong Ju, he could be the first Ryeong Ju to command Bi Young Gak. The Blood Ryeong Ju position is one that grasps the state of affairs throughout Gangho.”
“Then…”
“Yes, it’s likely a move to check Mu Hon Ryeong.”
At Yu Woon Ryong’s words, the atmosphere in the conference hall darkened.
A Ryeong Ju who could command Bi Young Gak—which holds all information of the Demonic Path—at such a young age?
Of course, Bu Eunseol herself rose to the position of Ryeong Ju at a young age, but…
That was only possible because she began as one of the Ten Demon Immortals and accumulated countless achievements, proving her capabilities.
But elevating a young person from a secret organization to such a critical position was utterly unreasonable.
“Could they be attempting to establish a new succession structure?” Wi Cheon Gyeong asked cautiously.
“With the Blood Ryeong Ju position as the test, so to speak.”
At those words, all the Lords furrowed their brows.
If they elevated the Blood Ryeong Ju as a trial, and it moved according to their intentions?
Then they could truly introduce a new figure comparable to Bu Eunseol and pit them against each other once more.
“It doesn’t matter.”
At that moment, Bu Eunseol spoke.
“I have no intention of being played with by Ma Cheon Je’s schemes any longer.”
Killing intent swirled within my eyes.
“From now on, I’ll show Ma Cheon Je what true Demonic Path supremacy really means.”
“What do you mean?”
At Yu Woon Ryong’s question, Bu Eunseol let out a sharp breath.
“The news that he departed from Haenam has only just reached us, which means he still has far to go before arriving.”
“Surely not.”
As Yu Woon Ryong’s mouth fell open, Bu Eunseol nodded.
“Before he can ever enter Demon Palace, I’ll handle him discreetly.”
In that instant, the Lords were greatly shocked.
Bu Eunseol had always thoroughly crushed anyone who dared touch her.
But unless they were enemies.
She had never launched a preemptive strike before.
And yet, the Blood Ryeong Ju was still unknown—his identity, his intentions, everything remained a mystery.
To eliminate him first?
Didn’t that mean she was turning Ma Cheon Je into a confirmed enemy?
Doesn’t that mean you’re going to make Ma Cheon Je a definite enemy?

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