The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 764

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Chapter 764.
Seung Sa Do, an uninhabited island, retained the pristine beauty of untouched nature.
Though modest in size, it boasted dense forests and clear waters, with a towering rocky mountain rising at its center.
Ascending that peak granted a panoramic view of the island’s splendor.
And this rocky mountain was precisely—
the battleground where the supreme master of the Demonic Path, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and the supreme swordmaster of the Righteous Path, who had mastered absolute sword technique, would stake their lives.
It was the arena where they would test their supremacy.
A faint hum resonated.
Yet from the quiet rocky mountain emerged a vibration, and a transparent shadow that allowed light to pass through flickered briefly in the sunlight.
Had the vibration not been felt—
had it not glimmered momentarily in the sunlight—
no one would have noticed the shadow’s presence there.
That shadow was Bu Eunseol.
‘It seems nearly complete.’
Having learned from Baek Jeon Cheon the location and time of the two supreme masters’ confrontation, I had—
ceased all other activities and come here immediately.
It was to research a method of remaining on Seung Sa Do while evading the hypersensitivity of Sammasamjon, including Ma Cheon Je.
―The masters of Mujik Gyeong possessed not only superhuman physical senses but also terrifyingly acute intuition.
During my previous visit to Mujok’s Secret Chamber, despite my perfect concealment of presence,
Mu Jon and Baek Ri Mu Jo had instinctively sensed someone hiding.
In other words, while they could not pinpoint the exact location, they possessed an instinct transcending hypersensitivity itself.
‘I have found my own answer through the Water Spirit Divine Technique.’
The Water Spirit Divine Technique was the gentlest and softest among the Four Divine Techniques.
Though seemingly without substance, it existed with absolute clarity, its nature both soft and viscous.
Utilizing this quality alongside the Returning Breath Technique, which completely halted physical activity,
and applying the Water Spirit Divine Technique’s principles of “existing yet non-existent” and “soft yet unyielding,”
I had created a concealment art capable of neutralizing even the intuition of Tianxia’s greatest masters.
‘Whether it will work remains uncertain.’
Yet I could not be certain.
Could this method deceive Ma Cheon Je and Sammasamjon?
What level of intuition did they possess?
Even if I perfectly concealed my presence, might Sammasamjon possess some Mujik-level ability to detect me?
‘I must not harbor doubt.’
I shook my head.
If I were to attempt concealment while harboring such suspicions,
even with a perfect technique, that anxiety would ultimately manifest as presence, ruining everything.
“After all, did I not come here with my life on the line?”
How many times during my journey through Gangho had I not risked my life?
Even when learning martial arts, did I not stake my life?
To witness the final battle of the supreme masters who dominated Murim—the lifelong aspiration of all martial artists—
Risking one’s life is… perhaps the most natural thing of all.
‘Let me try this once.’
After taking a deep breath, I surveyed my surroundings and stomped my foot firmly against the ground.
With a subtle vibration, the landscape around me began to paint itself vividly in my mind.
If I were to witness the final battle up close with my own eyes, the risk of discovery would only increase.
I would hide my body using the concealment technique combined with crystal divine energy.
Then, using the hypersensitivity of the Empty Palm Heart Eye.
From a distance of roughly a hundred paces, I intended to observe the clash between these two supreme masters through the fluctuations of vital energy and air.
That way, I could dramatically reduce the probability of being discovered.
Zing.
At that moment, a strange resonance rippled through my mind.
I sensed something enormous hurtling toward Seung Sa Do.
‘Oh no.’
This time, my heart nearly leaped from my chest in shock.
In my concentration on perfecting the concealment technique, I had forgotten one crucial fact.
No matter how remote Seung Sa Do was—a hundred-some li from the coast—
The lightness technique of Mujik Gyeong masters was incomparable to any renowned movement art scattered throughout Murim.
Like the earth-shrinking method that wrinkles the ground to close distances, they could fly at ultra-high speeds.
By the time I sensed their presence, the distance had already grown dangerously close.
‘Too late.’
Whoosh.
I had no choice but to draw upon my power and unleash transparent crystal divine energy in all directions.
Shhhh.
My entire form grew hazy, and then began projecting the landscape behind me.
With no time to flee, I instantly concealed my appearance through the concealment technique and deployed the extreme breath-hiding method, completely masking my presence.
Boom.
At that very moment, someone arrived at the summit of Stone Mountain.
They had merely deployed their divine technique to descend.
Yet with an enormous tremor, a tremendous pressure radiated outward, and the island seemed to sink by an inch.
Blood Demon, Jeok Bung.
The Master of the Elder Council of Demon Hall and the great demon lord of the Demonic Path of this era, known for slaying the most Orthodox Sect members.
He had arrived at Seung Sa Do first.
Rumble rumble.
The moment Jeok Bung appeared, the entire landscape of Seung Sa Do seemed to be dyed crimson.
I, hidden in concealment, closed my eyes.
As Jeok Bung appeared, my vision flooded with red, and for some reason, nausea welled up within me.
‘This is the Blood Demon in combat stance.’
This place would soon become the battlefield where Ma Cheon Je and Geom Joon would collide.
In other words, the place where the most dangerous and formidable forces in the world would clash.
Therefore, the Blood Demon was now unleashing without restraint the aura he had previously concealed and hidden away.
The aura was beyond imagination.
‘Was he truly of this caliber?’
Bu Eunseol immediately revised her assessment of Jeok Bung.
Martial mastery was not merely a matter of ranking.
Moreover, the martial realm known as Mujik Gyeong was
something that could not be expressed simply as a stage of martial mastery.
‘The term Mujik Gyeong contains countless layers of meaning.’
Mujik Gyeong expressed the pinnacle of martial mastery that humans could attain.
That word did not denote any specific realm, nor did it mean one could transcend human limitations and wield boundless martial power.
It encompassed everything—the process, abilities, and enlightenment of a Grand Master who had reached the apex of martial mastery.
As if to prove this,
Blood Demon Jeok Bung rendered meaningless the claim that he held the lowest seat among Samma.
Like a demon concealing its true form finally revealing its genuine strength, he unleashed an aura of unimaginable magnitude.
‘It is difficult to endure.’
Merely by the Blood Demon’s appearance with his aura fully revealed,
Bu Eunseol found it increasingly arduous to manifest her Sujok Divine Technique.
‘He must be aiming for the position of Hall Master.’
He had told Bu Eunseol that he was not satisfied with the position of Elder Hall Master.
In other words, he had indirectly revealed his ambition to defeat Ma Cheon Je and seize the position of Hall Master.
As if to prove this, Jeok Bung had cultivated in silence and secrecy, achieving a dramatic leap in his martial prowess.
And now he sought to gain insight by directly witnessing this confrontation, thereby achieving another great breakthrough.
Rumble.
At that moment, a majestic and solemn thunder echoed from the distant sky.
Simultaneously, brilliant golden radiance tore through the heavens, and sacred beams of light descended through the clouds.
Rumble rumble rumble.
At the same time, all of Seung Sa Do trembled as if struck by an earthquake, and from within the light beams, a magnificent Buddhist radiance blazed forth.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
With a low Buddhist invocation, a gaunt Old Monk slowly emerged from the light.
His skin was cracked like ancient wood, and his eyes bore the deep brilliance of spiritual enlightenment.
It was Bul Jon, Hong Hyeon, the living legend of the Orthodox Sects.
Whoosh.
With Bul Jon’s appearance, the blood-stained landscape reclaimed its true colors, and the blood fragrance rising from all directions gradually dissipated.
Bul Jon.
Merely by the appearance of this great Grand Master of Orthodox martial mastery, the crimson aura that had engulfed Seung Sa Do melted away like snow.
“It has been long, Donor Jeok.”
Bul Jon greeted Jeok Bung first.
“It seems like yesterday that we met at Seo Hyeop, yet fifteen years have already passed.”
“Indeed.”
In Jeok Bung’s eyes as he answered lowly, a blood-red radiance flickered.
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle.
As he raised his momentum, Seung Sa Do trembled entirely, and once again a blood-red aura began to spread outward.
“I have never forgotten that day, not for a single moment.”
From those words alone, Bu Eunseol could infer much.
Fifteen years ago in Seo Hyeop, the Blood Demon and Bul Jon had clashed.
And that victory had belonged to Bul Jon.
“Before the Sa Do Master arrives, this would be perfect for stirring up some excitement.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Bul Jon smiled faintly.
“Having reached the age of longevity, Jeok Bung still possesses such vigorous vitality.”
“I appreciate the recognition.”
Boom!
Simultaneously with an explosion loud enough to rupture eardrums, a radiance capable of tearing the heavens erupted from Jeok Bung’s body.
He had unleashed Cheon Pa Geuk Ryun, the unique martial art of Dok Moon.
“It seems you have reached an even higher realm in the meantime.”
“If you know that, then you should begin preparing.”
“But unfortunately, today does not appear to be the day.”
Bul Jon gazed toward the distant sky and smiled broadly.
In that instant, Jeok Bung’s eyes flashed.
His transcendent senses had detected something.
Whoosh.
A strange wind blew across all of Seung Sa Do from somewhere, and a colossal aura gathered above the azure sky.
Flash!
In that moment, a silver radiance gleamed from the enormous aura,
Rumble.
The surrounding air began to tremble as if it had taken on tangible form.
Simultaneously, a blue wave rippled from the earth, beginning to form a white silhouette.
It was a middle-aged man with pale skin and hair as lustrous as silk, neatly bound up.
His eyes were deep and profound, containing wisdom that seemed to penetrate all things under heaven.
It was none other than Wi Ji Moo Ah, the Mysterious Demon, said to wield the most enigmatic demonic sword in all Tianxia.
‘This is chaos.’
With the arrival of Hyun Ma, Bu Eunseol could finally resolve the two lingering questions that had troubled her all along.
‘All three of Sammasamjon are coming.’
With Hyun Ma Wi Ji Moo Ah arriving at this island, Bu Eunseol could now understand why Ma Cheon Je had chosen this place as the battleground.
Merely by three masters of Sammasamjon standing still.
Seung Sa Do had become a place ordinary martial artists could not even approach.
A space of infinite power itself.
‘Even the space is distorted.’
Merely from the aura emanating from the three masters of the Mujik Gyeong, the waters surrounding the island appeared warped,
As if one stood atop a mountain where the air grew thin.
If Ma Cheon Je and Geom Jon were to unfold their true martial techniques and fight here?
Literally, the interior of Seung Sa Do would become a hellish space.
An absolute domain that even masters of Sammasamjon’s caliber could not endure—a zone of absolute devastation.
This is why we could not fight in a populated area; the entire region would be reduced to scorched earth.
That is why I chose an uninhabited island far removed from the mainland.
‘The Three Families and Sam Gye never even considered coming here.’
It had been a lingering mystery.
In this battle of the century, why had Sam Gye and Inbiyin, with their superior intelligence networks,
failed to locate the battleground of these two absolute masters?
No matter how formidable their martial knowledge and influence,
they could not dare intrude upon a space where Ma Cheon Je and Sammasamjon gathered together.
If they did, they too could not guarantee their lives.
‘This is a disaster.’
But now the problem was Bu Eunseol.
I had thought it would suffice to conceal my presence.
Yet in the end, I found myself trapped without escape in this hellish space,
where the boundless martial energy of the world’s supreme masters flowed freely.
“It has been a long time, Elder Jeok.”
At that moment, Wi Ji Moo Ah’s expression brightened as though he had stepped out for a stroll and encountered an old friend.
“I cannot fathom how long it has been since we last met.”
And he also acknowledged Bul Jon.
“The Great Master has graced us with his presence as well.”
“Wi Ji Mun Ju.”
Bul Jon smiled gently and offered a light greeting to Wi Ji Moo Ah.
“It seems Hwa Woo Geom has made great strides of late. Truly a matter for joy and congratulation.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s breath caught.
From Bul Jon’s words, it appeared these two had once crossed martial techniques in the past.
In other words, Bul Jon had sparred with all of Samma.
For Ak Moo Ryung, who loved combat, would never have left Bul Jon alone.
“Wi Ji Mun Ju.”
When Wi Ji Moo Ah appeared, Jeok Bung could not hide his discomfort.
“Your fortune remains undiminished, it seems.”
“Elder Jeok, not only has your divine nature become luminous, but your martial prowess is unrecognizable. What fortune has befallen you?”
“Age has robbed me of perception, it appears.”
To Jeok Bung’s barbed words, Wi Ji Moo Ah offered a composed smile.
“Now I see that this junior has arrived inopportunely and disrupted the mood of you both.”
He gazed at the Heavenly Wheel Extreme Force flowing from Jeok Bung’s body and let out an exclamation of admiration.
“How shall we proceed?”
And he spoke to Bul Jon with artful cunning.
“Rest assured. Should Elder Jeok’s strength falter while sparring with the Great Master, I shall not take turns striking him.”
At Wi Ji Moo Ah’s jest, Jeok Bung slowly withdrew the power he had gathered.
In truth, though we’re both called members of the Demonic Path.
He and Wi Ji Moo Ah were never on particularly good terms.
Moreover, if I were to fight Bul Jon now, it would only grant him tremendous advantage.
As Bul Jon said, today simply isn’t the day.
“Has everyone who was coming arrived?”
Jeok Bung muttered softly, turning his gaze away from Wi Ji Moo Ah.
“Now we only need the main protagonist of today to arrive.”
At those words, Wi Ji Moo Ah and Bul Jon nodded faintly in agreement.
‘Then Gak Ju won’t be coming?’
Bu Eunseol sensed something odd in their conversation.
Since Mu Jon was currently impersonating Jeong Cheon Je, he would certainly not appear here.
If even one or two people, or the keen eyes of Wi Ji Moo Ah, Jeok Bung, or Bul Jon, saw through the deception.
Then the plan I’d spent over a decade building would crumble to dust.
But even setting aside Mu Jon.
In Ma Ak Moo Ryung was a martial arts fanatic who had spent his entire life fighting against masters and studying the techniques of every sect under heaven.
So why were they so certain he wouldn’t come to this confrontation?
At that moment, Wi Ji Moo Ah asked Bul Jon.
“Master, do you know why Ak Hyung won’t come?”
“Ak Gak Ju has fought not only with the Sa Do Sect Master but also with Heon Won the benefactor multiple times.”
Bul Jon smiled broadly.
“And seeing how for a long time now he hasn’t challenged anyone and has only maintained closed cultivation… it seems he’s engaged in self-awakening practice and won’t come.”
“That’s also a valid point.”
Wi Ji Moo Ah whispered as if sharing an interesting story.
“But perhaps it’s because he can’t leisurely watch a fight in his current situation.”
“How so?”
“When I visited Nangya Sect not long ago, Ak Hyung had attained an extremely profound enlightenment and was in the process of breaking free from the constraints of the physical body. During such a period, one must maintain a spirit as calm as water… so he cannot come here.”
‘I see.’
Bu Eunseol, who had been listening to their conversation, nodded in understanding.
Ak Moo Ryung had also repeated his training for a long time to break through the limits of the Mujik Gyeong.
And finally reaching the state of “the mind transcends all things, returning to the source,”
He was in the process of transcending the limits of his physical body.
But if he were to witness the fierce battle between Ma Cheon Je and Geom Joon?
His tranquil spirit would shatter… and all his efforts so far could come to nothing.
“If that’s true, he absolutely won’t come.”
Bul Jon nodded with an expression of admiration.
“But that Ak benefactor with the nature of the sun itself, having comprehended the boundless way of martial arts, is becoming as cold as ice… I can only offer praise for such limitless achievement.”
“Indeed.”
Wi Ji Moo Ah threw a light jest at Bul Jon.
“Because of that, the future of the Orthodox Sects has become bleak.”
“Hehehehe. This old monk has become a bent and withered elder, yet there still remain two masters as swift as dragons and tigers.”
Those two referred to Jeong Cheon Je Sin Do Mu Bi and Mu Jon Dan Mok Ki.
However, Wi Ji Moo Ah let out a soft chuckle.
“Even slower than a master who’s reached two hundred years old?”
Then Bul Jon shook his head with a smile.
“They’re not late—they’re not coming at all.”
“Why is that?”
“Both of them have been conducting their Murim activities in secret without showing themselves for over a decade now. There’s no way they would come here.”
Even if it weren’t a closed retreat but rather two broken legs, this confrontation was something a martial artist absolutely had to witness.
Wi Ji Moo Ah couldn’t comprehend Bul Jon’s answer, yet he could be certain of one thing.
These two would not come.
Because those words had come from Bul Jon’s mouth.
Not once in all these years had anything Bul Jon said ever proven false.
Rumble.
Yet at that very moment, the air in all directions seemed to tremble faintly.
Simultaneously, the sky suddenly darkened, and thick mist began rising from the earth.
Whoooosh.
As the air of the entire world seemed to be sucked away somewhere, a single streak of lightning flashed between heaven and earth.
Rumble rumble rumble.
Heaven and earth trembled as if seized by fear, and then black flames surged upward, beginning to form a shadow.
At the same time, a man appeared—seven feet tall, wearing clothes that exposed massive, pillar-like forearms as if supporting the very heavens.
Every inch of exposed skin, including his face, was formed as if thick ropes had been twisted together.
His body was composed of interlocking, iron-hard muscles, resembling a god who presided over war and battle manifesting in human form.
It was In Ma Ak Moo Ryung.
‘Gak Ju.’
Bu Eunseol was inwardly startled.
Why had Ak Moo Ryung, who should be managing his spiritual essence, come to this place?
“What brings you here, Ak?”
Wi Ji Moo Ah feigned surprise as if he knew something.
“I thought you would absolutely never come.”
“Hmph.”
Ak Moo Ryung stared intently at Bul Jon with yellowish eyes instead of answering.
It was as if only he and Bul Jon existed in this place.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Bul Jon gently received the terrifying gaze of Ak Moo Ryung.
However, he did not offer a greeting to Ak Moo Ryung.
If he were to say even one more word?
He sensed that Ak Moo Ryung would unleash a thunderbolt-like assault.
“You’ve arrived.”
At that moment, Jeok Bung’s cold voice rang out.
Whoosh. Whooosh.
At that very moment, Ak Moo Ryung, Wi Ji Moo Ah, Bul Jon, and Jeok Bung vanished in succession.
With lightning-swift divine techniques, they ascended a stone pillar that overlooked Rocky Mountain.
As they disappeared, the vicinity of Rocky Mountain became a perfect void—utterly devoid of presence.
Rumble.
Then, accompanied by a low tremor, the sky grew progressively darker as clouds gathered overhead.
Suddenly, fierce winds swept across the island, and as if heralding the emergence of a demonic deity, every plant and tree trembled.
Whoosh.
Simultaneously, radiant true energy emanated from within a transparent form.
Before long, an old man bearing a face etched with the unmistakable marks of countless years materialized at the heart of Rocky Mountain.
His gaze was sharp yet crystalline.
A mysterious luminescence flickered in his eyes—as if piercing through all things.
Standing with hands clasped behind his back in serene composure, he blended naturally with the landscape of Seung Sa Do.
Ma Cheon Je. Sa Do Moo Myung—the foremost master of the Demonic Path, known as the Sky of the Demonic Path.
“It has been a long time.”
As his lips parted.
Shhhhh.
With the sound of waves, an elderly man of formidable and resolute bearing slowly materialized across from him.
All those gathered upon Stone Mountain were supreme masters who dominated the Tianxia Murim.
Each possessed martial arts of distinct character, and their signatures manifested vividly upon their arrival.
Yet he bore no discernible characteristic—as though he had been present here from the very beginning.
Geom Joon, Heon Won Dam Cheong.
He appeared at Ma Cheon Je’s summons as if he had been waiting.

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