The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 775

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Chapter 775.
Seo Mun Gwang’s lips curled into a vicious smile.
“Even if you’ve stormed the Main House, you surely didn’t bring a massive army with you.”
The Seo Mun Family possessed a formidable intelligence network of their own.
Had Demon Hall mobilized a great force, there was no way they could have failed to detect it.
These fools had brought nothing more than the Information Division—they were clearly bluffing.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll make you my companions on the journey to the Afterlife.”
The Sayoung Battle Division lords, including Yu Woon Ryong, clicked their tongues.
“The bloodlust has already rotted him to the core. There’s no hope for redemption.”
Thud.
But then, a sharp impact echoed from Seo Mun Gyeong’s body as he stood motionless.
Remarkably, he had used his own power to break free from the pressure point that Wi Cheon Gyeong had sealed.
Whoosh.
The moment he released the seal, he drew the sword from a nearby warrior and stepped to Seo Mun Gwang’s side.
“There! So you’ve been causing such trouble, yet in the end you want your son to protect you!”
Seo Mun Gwang laughed heartily.
Though Seo Mun Gyeong had set down his blade, the fact remained that he was a sword master capable of dominating an entire region.
If he chose to join forces now?
He would become the supreme fighting force capable of sweeping away those cunning Sayoung Battle Division dogs.
“Everyone, listen! Now….”
Seo Mun Gwang, about to command a total assault, could not finish his words.
Flash!
Seo Mun Gyeong, standing beside him, swung his sword like lightning, piercing straight through Seo Mun Gwang’s heart.
“Why would you….”
“These men are no ordinary masters.”
Seo Mun Gyeong, contrary to appearances,
had discerned that Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo possessed extraordinary skill.
He understood that to kill them would cost the Main House’s elite dearly—perhaps their very lives.
“You must pay for your sins regardless.”
He spoke with a sorrowful expression.
“Better to die by my hand than to be torn apart by theirs.”
“You….”
Seo Mun Gwang, consumed with rage, struck Seo Mun Gyeong’s chest with all his remaining power.
Crash!
Seo Mun Gyeong made no attempt to dodge, taking the full force of the blow.
As he coughed blood and collapsed, Seo Mun Gwang tried to speak.
But no sound escaped his lips.
Thud.
His eyes wide open, he breathed his last.
Silence.
Seo Mun Gyeong, collapsed on the ground, wiped the blood from his face.
His ribs were shattered from the force of the impact, making each breath a struggle.
Yet he used his sword as a crutch to push himself upright, then staggered toward the ten martial masters who stood beside Seo Mun Gwang.
Two had been killed by Wi Cheon Gyeong.
Now only ten remained of the Twelve Jade Dragons.
A brilliant flash!
He unleashed a devastating sword technique against the Twelve Jade Dragons, pouring every ounce of his strength into it.
“What are you doing!”
The Twelve Jade Dragons recoiled in shock, desperately trying to evade,
but a low rumble echoed.
The sword energy Seo Mun Gyeong released descended from the sky like a net, instantly ensnaring their bodies.
Flash! Flash!
Dozens of brilliant arcs erupted skyward in that same instant,
and with wet, tearing sounds,
the Twelve Jade Dragons fell as headless corpses without uttering a single cry.
It was a truly terrifying sword technique.
A sharp whistle of steel!
Seo Mun Gyeong did not pause, his sword dance continuing without cessation.
Each time he traced a circle through empty air, net-like sword energy erupted, and the heads of the elders standing among the three families’ warriors fell away.
Thud, thud, thud.
In the end, Seo Mun Gyeong had severed the heads of his father, Seo Mun Gwang,
and the Twelve Jade Dragons, his father’s subordinates, and the elders—roughly thirty souls in total.
A dull thud.
Seo Mun Gyeong cast down his blood-stained sword and walked toward Yu Woon Ryong.
He dropped to his knees and spoke in a low voice.
“I knew my father’s evil deeds stemmed from me, so I could not bring myself to stop him.”
“….”
“And I had resolved that if such matters were ever discovered, I would bear the guilt and accept death.”
Thud, thud, thud.
Seo Mun Gyeong struck his forehead against the ground three times before speaking.
“But I have only now come to realize that was a grave mistake. So with my own hands, I have killed all those involved in the abduction of the children.”
Seo Mun Gyeong, blood streaming from his forehead, lifted his head and spoke with earnest conviction.
“Given that a son has punished his father, might you spare the innocent warriors of the Main House?”
Seo Mun Gyeong had punished his father and his father’s subordinates himself, all to save the innocent warriors within the three families.
“That is not a decision I can make alone.”
Yu Woon Ryong sighed deeply, his gaze turning toward the distant sky.
“However, your actions may serve as a mitigating factor, and perhaps the clan will be spared from complete annihilation.”
A thunderous rumble.
At that moment, accompanied by a sound like a stampeding herd, countless figures lined up before the gates of the Seo Mun Residence.
They were soldiers of the Gwan Bu.
Just as Seo Mun Gwang had anticipated, Yu Woon Ryong brought only Myo Cheon Woo and a portion of the Sa Hon Dae Information Division.
He had not brought forces sufficient to annihilate the Seo Mun Residence.
To do so would be impossible to escape the eyes of the Seo Mun Family’s intelligence network.
Therefore, before coming here, Yu Woon Ryong had contacted Gwan Bu in advance.
While Wi Cheon Gyeong and the others created chaos.
They would surely find evidence that the Seo Mun Family was responsible for the kidnappings that had been occurring relentlessly throughout Gi Province in recent years.
Bu Eunseol’s divine strategy…
had never once proven wrong.
‘That man is truly pitiful.’
Wi Cheon Gyeong, observing Seo Mun Gyeong kneeling in the distance and begging, inwardly clicked his tongue.
‘Had he not surrendered to despair and continued to cultivate his martial arts, he could have grown into a supreme swordmaster capable of threatening Ryeong Ju.’
Though he appeared cynical and indifferent.
Seo Mun Gyeong certainly possessed extraordinary martial talent.
Despite years having passed since he set down his blade.
He had unleashed such formidable swordsmanship in a single burst that he severed the necks of the Seo Mun Family’s senior members.
Had he not succumbed to despair and persisted in endless effort?
He would surely have transcended his limits and eventually become an Orthodox swordmaster capable of threatening Bu Eunseol.
But that was merely speculation.
Reality had made him the young lord of a fallen clan, having committed irreversible atrocities that brought ruin upon his house.
A rumbling sound.
Then children who had been discovered late were seen being rescued by the Sa Hon Dae.
‘They are safe.’
Among those children, Wi Cheon Gyeong.
spotted the young girl who had sold him flowers, and released a sigh of relief.
‘Thank heavens.’
Though not a single part of her remained untouched, her shoes soaked through from the flowing blood.
Upon seeing the girl unharmed.
Wi Cheon Gyeong felt a warm, gratifying energy surge through his body as if he had consumed an elixir.
‘Truly, thank heavens.’
And as he turned to leave.
“Mister, mister.”
A trembling voice called out to stop him.
Turning his head, he saw the girl rushing toward Wi Cheon Gyeong.
She had witnessed it.
How Wi Cheon Gyeong had discovered her from afar and worn a smile of relief.
And she had understood.
That he had risked his life to come here to save her.
“Thank you so much.”
Her tears flowed.
The girl grasped Wi Cheon Gyeong’s sleeve and sobbed.
Born an orphan, I had lived my entire life scorned by others.
Yet a warrior whose face I had never seen before risked his life to come here and save me.
It was an emotion so warm, so fierce, that I had never felt before.
“I simply happened to come.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke in an deliberately indifferent tone.
“Come back tomorrow since I have no money now.”
“Pardon?”
“Because I need to receive payment.”
“…Yes!”
The girl wiped away her tears and broke into a radiant smile.
At the sight of her, Wi Cheon Gyeong found himself smiling without realizing it.
But he quickly turned away and departed.
Snicker, snicker.
Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon, who had been watching from afar, stood with their arms crossed, wearing knowing smiles.
“Look at that, will you? The fool is mimicking Ryeong Ju.”
“See how he turned his head to hide his smile? Pretending not to look pleased with himself.”
As the coffin bearers poured forth in streams, the whispered gossip of Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon echoed across the heavens.
* * *
Sam Gye was created by the Baek Ri Family, yet it ultimately fell into corruption.
Sam Gye, which should have protected Murim.
Descended into irreversible depravity, becoming an entity that would annihilate the world itself.
The sages and righteous figures who dwelt within Sam Gye, to prevent them from committing further atrocities,
Destroyed all the martial essence and great techniques accumulated through generations of dominating Murim, along with the fruits of countless research endeavors.
And scattering in all directions, they established organizations called the True Sam Gye, or Jeong Hwa Sam Gye,
And devoted themselves to restoring the quintessence of power that the Baek Ri Family had left behind.
―I will never forgive those wretches!
The remaining members of Sam Gye could not contain their fury.
The reason they had dared to rebel against the Baek Ri Family was due to the countless secret techniques
Obtained through long domination of Murim, and then recreated through research.
But to carelessly destroy all of them?
When the majority of the essences they had created were lost by Jeong Hwa Sam Gye, Sam Gye raged, pursuing and annihilating them relentlessly.
Yet they could not find all those who had scattered far and wide…
And as a result, Sam Gye became even more obsessed with obtaining greater power.
In the meantime, Jeong Hwa Sam Gye, scattered in fragments, researched the power of the Baek Ri Family and finally achieved some results.
But they did not create
A formidable organization or intelligence network like Sam Gye.
For they would fall into corruption again.
Eventually becoming an organization no different from Sam Gye, which worshipped only power.
―Find them!
From Sam Gye, those who had betrayed them and destroyed all the essences they possessed,
Restoring the power of the Baek Ri Family.
I searched with burning eyes for the scattered traces of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye across every corner.
And though I captured and eliminated several forces, seizing the power they had accumulated,
I could not locate the hidden roots of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye that concealed themselves in secrecy.
―I would restore it without fail.
Fortunately, Sam Gye still possessed
the exceptional medical arts, martial knowledge, and grand techniques that the Baek Ri Family had passed down to some degree.
And if I could only obtain power,
I would not hesitate at any method, joining hands with any force to conduct research.
Thus time flowed and flowed, and another two hundred years passed….
―There must surely be descendants of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye.
Sam Gye did not abandon hope.
Mobilizing vast wealth and manpower,
I ceaselessly pursued the descendants of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye who had departed with the essence of our lineage.
Seo Jang, Ju Mul Ra Ma Peak.
The snow-white cloud-shrouded summit of the mountain appeared like an island floating in the heavens.
That distant peak was enveloped in mysterious mist.
Whoosh.
Yet suddenly, hundreds of millions of luminous points bloomed from the earth upon that summit, and soon the shadow of a person began to take form.
Swish.
The shadow, now fully human in shape, surveyed the area around the peak.
The shadow wandered thus without rest for three days and nights.
And finally discovered a small gate beyond the mist.
That gate had never been touched by human hands until now,
and was an entrance leading to a place where mysterious forces gathered—a location whose existence had remained unknown to the outside world for centuries.
Yet that gate could not be touched by a human body; it could only be opened by possessing the primordial source of power they held.
Zing.
Remarkably, the shadow opened that gate without hesitation and entered within.
The long space covered in darkness appeared like a spiraling corridor.
The farther I walked forward, the narrower the space became, and illusions appeared alongside a dizzying sensation as if spacetime itself twisted.
Finally reaching the end of the corridor, I felt an endless wave of contraction and expansion,
and my soul was escaping from my body, being pulled toward the corridor’s end.
An ordinary person would have become an idiot instantly.
But the shadow wielded mysterious power, effortlessly resisting the force that pulled at my soul.
Zing.
Finally passing through the corridor’s end…
With a strange vibration, a gate opened, white light swept past, and a new mountain landscape came into view.
A magnificent vista unfolded—undulating mountain ridges as if a colossal dragon were writhing through them.
Entering the mountain, a waterfall flowed, and the water was so crystalline that the bottom was visible through its transparency.
The area around the waterfall was tinted with azure light, and moss and wildflowers grew upon the rocky cliffs.
It was a landscape that resembled a beautiful Flower Garden crafted by the divine.
Footsteps echoed softly.
Shadow passed through the place naturally.
Then a Forest came into view, densely packed with centuries-old trees.
Walking along the narrow path winding between them, small buildings resembling a Village appeared.
The building roofs were tinged with bronze, and the walls were constructed of wood.
Moss and vines climbed naturally up their surfaces.
Rather than artificial structures, they seemed like a landscape that had naturally merged with nature itself.
Buildings harmonized with nature, the distant sound of a Waterfall heard faintly, the Sky stained crimson with the setting sun.
This panoramic view—a separate realm visible at a glance—evoked a mystique as if stepping into another world entirely.
“Was it already on the verge of decay and collapse?”
Shadow shook his head softly.
“Without establishing a main base, scattered and dispersed, maintaining only a thread of life… they’ve become just like the tedious Hyun Mun Sect.”
A deep rumble.
Then, with a tremor that shook heaven and earth, the beautiful landscape began to crumble slowly.
Whenever power flowed from the extended hand, the Sky darkened, buildings collapsed, and the earth trembled.
The flowing Waterfall dried up in an instant, and even the vegetation that had covered the surroundings evaporated.
A sharp sound.
Hundreds of people emerged from among the collapsing buildings.
They all possessed the bearing of immortals and eyes blazing like torches, with mysterious energy radiating from their bodies.
“How amusing.”
A white smile played across Shadow’s lips.
“Huddled together in a place like this—is that what brings you joy?”
Then, from among the hundreds of elders, the one standing at the very front stepped forward.
“Who are you…?”
The elder, upon discovering Shadow’s face hidden in darkness, widened his eyes.
“How did you even enter this place?”
The elder spoke in a trembling voice.
“Even if all the Lords of Sam Gye gathered, they could never penetrate it.”
Shadow laughed with a sneer.
“You’ve faithfully recreated the origin of the Absolute Realm, but you’re still far from it.”
At those words, the elder’s complexion changed.
How could such a supreme figure of Murim speak of the origin of the Absolute Realm?
“Then you are not of the Demonic Path, but….”
Just as the elder, having finally grasped Shadow’s true identity, was about to speak,
A deep hum.
Suddenly the landscape around the elder’s body warped, then began to distort according to Shadow’s gesture.
The elder attempted to resist the pressure by wielding mysterious power, but when Shadow’s gesture ceased,
A burst.
In an instant, his body shattered into fragments that scattered in all directions.
“Don’t speak such nonsense aloud.”
“Why commit such cruelty!”
Another old man standing behind the first cried out.
“Rather, we should—”
Boom!
The old man couldn’t even finish his words before exploding in an instant.
“Before this becomes troublesome, it seems they must all be eliminated.”
As Shadow muttered lowly, yet another old man stepped forward.
“Has Ben Gye incurred your resentment?”
“When did Murim ever operate solely on resentment?”
Shadow spoke leisurely.
“It arises and disappears according to profit.”
The old man cried out with solemn expression.
“Do you truly not fear the Sky?”
“The Sky?”
Shadow’s eyes gleamed.
And slowly, he raised his right hand.
The Sky was once again shrouded in thick dark clouds, and the earth began to crack with tremors.
“I am the Sky itself.”
Flash.
As Shadow raised his hand completely.
Time froze and space twisted, black flames pouring down from the heavens.
And from the earth, a colossal pillar of fire erupted.
Then hundreds of old men raised their hands.
Zing.
The entire world trembled briefly, then waves of light that drove back the darkness began to pour forth.
Boom!
As the two forces collided, the boundary between light and darkness crumbled, and all space was consumed by the power of death and destruction.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
With a deafening roar that threatened to shatter eardrums, black light finally consumed the entire world completely.
Whoooosh.
As the darkness cleared, Jeol Gok had vanished entirely.
As if it had never existed in the first place.
Only a black shadow stood alone in that void.
“So I still cannot achieve it.”
Shadow withdrew his extended hand and gazed down at his palm.
His palm appeared as though it might become transparent and fade away.
“I must enter seclusion again.”
Shadow spoke in a low voice.
“Still, having eliminated the source of chaos that could have unraveled all my plans… it is not without gain.”
Shadow, who had been silent for a moment, let out a low chuckle.
“This Seo Jang’s Jeong Hwa Sam Gye was closest to the source….”
From Shadow’s eyes flowed an infinitely profound darkness.
“Of course, it must have been the work of that Wu Zong’s charlatan.”
By then, the sky had brightened, and clear sunlight broke through once more.
In that light, Shadow’s form, which had been obscured by darkness, became distinctly visible.
It was an old man with an utterly ordinary appearance.
It was Ma Cheon Je.
“The seclusion will likely be quite prolonged, so it would be wise to prepare thoroughly.”
Ma Cheon Je, muttering something softly, soon transformed into millions of points of light and vanished into the distant sky.
Jeong Hwa Sam Gye.
To prevent the misdeeds of the Three Realms.
A portion of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye, where righteous individuals gathered to restore the complete power that the Baek Ri Family had transmitted…
Had ultimately been annihilated by Ma Cheon Je.
Four days later.
From the ruins of Ju Mul Ra Ma Peak, a hand suddenly erupted from the earth.
A sharp whoosh.
At the same moment, an old man in tattered white robes emerged.
“Ugh…”
The staggering old man gazed toward the distant sky and muttered softly.
He was Jung Cheong Ja, the Keeper of the Book Repository of Seo Jang’s Jeong Hwa Sam Gye.
“I survived thanks to the Law Sound Vessel of Absolute Solemnity in Gwang Myeong Gak.”
In Gwang Myeong Gak, where the Law Sound Vessel of Absolute Solemnity—said to influence all things in the universe—resided, he had been calculating the celestial patterns.
Because of this, he had barely survived the power that Ma Cheon Je unleashed, which brought an end to all living things.
Yet all the inner energy in his body had scattered, and his flesh was on the verge of crumbling to dust.
“If it comes to this… I must inform that child of the method to find the Secret Cave that we have gathered and the Baek Ri Family’s hidden location.”
Tap tap tap.
Jung Cheong Ja extended his fingers and rapidly struck the three hundred sixty acupoints throughout his body.
His body convulsed and bulged, then with a wet sound, he spat out a black clot of blood.
A sharp hiss.
The blood clot melted through the earth, creating a deep hole.
“….”
With a grave expression, Jung Cheong Ja placed his index and middle fingers against his own throat and exhaled a deep sigh.
“At most, two weeks.”
Even with a wound that severs the breath, an ancient supreme technique could keep life clinging for a hundred days.
Yet even after deploying the Severing Soul Resurrection Art, he could endure only two weeks.
“I must hurry to Zhong Yuan.”
There, the successor of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye.
So Ok Rim awaited.
Even if he died in the attempt, he had to transmit all his knowledge to her.

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