The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 784

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Chapter 784.
The moment Bu Eunseol’s figure completely vanished.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s eyes, which had been faintly smiling, trembled with subtle intensity.
“Seon Woo Jin.”
By the power of Gwon In’s authority… Bu Eunseol’s body had been reduced to an extremely weakened state.
And in that final moment when she responded to that power and the counter-extreme true energy spread.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong was able to discern to some degree the forces contained within Bu Eunseol’s body.
‘If only I could break through that grand technique.’
Even after escaping from the Jung Sun Family.
So that Gong Son Dan Gyeong would not be pursued, Chu So had deployed a mysterious grand technique.
Suppressing the mysterious energy contained within her body.
Since reaching adulthood, she had attempted to break through that grand technique, but all efforts had failed.
However, that grand technique was not entirely flawless either.
At times, the ability to discern others’ capabilities would manifest.
Just as it did now.
“One possessing power equal to yours could hardly be an ordinary successor to a merchant guild.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s eyes narrowed.
“You have concealed overwhelming power beyond measure until now. Like the servants of those mysterious forces who have never revealed themselves until this moment.”
Her gaze sparkled with violet light.
From this incident, the probability that Chu So was alive was high.
And perhaps this trap was orchestrated by him all along.
And now she had learned one more cruel truth.
Seon Woo Jin.
He was not merely the successor to the Seon Hwa Trading Company, but from childhood had systematically learned martial arts from exceptional masters.
And had now reached a level of martial prowess transcending generations, capable of dominating Tianxia.
“Perhaps even the emergence of Gwon In. And your assistance as well… were all calculated.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s gaze wavered.
Half of her drive for vengeance was because of Chu So.
But if he was alive and toying with her?
All her plans thus far would need to be revised.
* * *
After parting with Gong Son Dan Gyeong, Bu Eunseol immediately headed toward Nangya Pavilion.
Now he had come to understand to some degree the hidden forces of Murim that had remained concealed until now.
Jin Ma.
The primordial pure evil that had existed since the beginning, constantly clashing with the Baek Ri Family.
But ultimately, the Baek Ri Family had failed to eliminate Jin Ma, only managing to seal it away.
Creating the Three Realms to prevent its resurrection.
Yet the Three Supremes, Sichuan, and Eight Immortals Heaven were all ceaselessly plotting Jin Ma’s revival.
In the end, In Bi In who appeared in Murim was also one of the Eight Immortals Heaven.
And their activity meant that Jin Ma’s emergence might not be far off.
Could it be that the supreme masters like Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je and Sam Ma Sam Jon were unaware of these facts?
Not a chance. The probability was nonexistent.
Rather, because they had known of all this long ago, they must have repeatedly entered seclusion without end.
If they were to appear, the existing balance of power within Murim would crumble entirely.
In the end, Bu Eunseol came seeking Ak Moo Ryung.
Jin Ma and Baek Ri Ga.
And she sought the truth about her genuine identity.
“Bu Gak Ju.”
“You’ve come.”
Upon entering Nangya Pavilion, Dan Cheong had come out to greet me for some reason.
As if he knew that I had clashed with Gwon In and sustained grave internal injuries.
“You’ve endured much.”
Dan Cheong gazed upon Bu Eunseol’s disheveled appearance, with not a single part of him unscathed.
Then he patted my shoulder with a compassionate expression.
“I remember when I first brought you to this pavilion. You were injured then too, and your body was in terrible condition.”
At that time, Bu Eunseol, exposed to Wi Hyuk Gyun’s formless technique, had been able to save his life with Dan Cheong’s aid.
Yet even upon arrival at Nangya Pavilion, his body had not fully recovered.
He had sustained grievous internal injuries without having properly learned martial arts.
Nevertheless, Bu Eunseol entered Nangya Pavilion with shoulders relaxed and confidence.
Always. As he always did.
“Have you come to see the Pavilion Master?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Do not misunderstand what this Bu Gak Ju is about to say.”
Dan Cheong spoke with a grave expression, uttering words that were somewhat unexpected.
“Could you not reconsider this matter?”
“I do not understand what you are referring to.”
“There are things in life that one need not even know.”
Dan Cheong spoke calmly.
“What I mean is that it is more important to be devoted to the present.”
Bu Eunseol had come to ask Ak Moo Ryung all the questions he had been unable to resolve until now.
And within those questions lay the circumstances of his own life that had remained unsolved.
They would all know.
The current supreme masters, including Ma Cheon Je, had already grasped the details of his past spent with his grandfather.
And Dan Cheong clearly had already suspected this point and was speaking these words.
“So Bu Gak Ju already knew.”
My true circumstances.
Not only the Pavilion Master In Ma Ak Moo Ryung, but Bu Gak Ju Dan Cheong also knew of it.
Then the senior members of Nangya Pavilion like Cheol Sa Bu, Baek Yeon, and So Jeon would all know as well.
Nangya Pavilion did not differentiate information by rank.
It was a place where they lived as one family, and cultivated martial arts with their lives on the line.
“I had no idea, and I intended to reveal my identity to everyone, including the Pavilion Master.”
If there was no hint of disappointment in Bu Eunseol’s voice, it would be a lie.
“Your identity matters little.”
Dan Cheong spoke in a low but resolute tone.
“You are a disciple of Bon Gak. Nothing else holds significance.”
It was a touching sentiment.
Yet it also carried the unspoken wish that Bu Eunseol would not dredge up the past.
‘Why does he think it’s better that I don’t know my own circumstances?’
Bu Eunseol, struck by a sudden realization, asked with a sorrowful expression.
“Is my fate truly so pitiful?”
“Bu Eunseol.”
“Rather than being happy because I don’t know….”
He drew a deep breath and spoke with conviction.
“I believe it is better to suffer while knowing the truth.”
“Very well, then there is no helping it.”
Dan Cheong smiled faintly and nodded.
“The Pavilion Master resides at Cheol Jang Peak. Go to him.”
“Thank you.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully.
As Dan Cheong watched his departing figure, his eyes grew distant.
“You are merely the successor of Bon Gak.”
His murmur was so faint that Bu Eunseol could not hear it.
Unleashing his divine technique across the steep mountain path, Bu Eunseol soon caught sight of Cheol Jang Peak before him.
Upon reaching the summit, he saw a silhouette standing with hands clasped behind its back, gazing down at the mountain below.
A massive figure whose muscles gleamed with an otherworldly luster, radiating an aura as imposing as the greatest peaks of the world.
It was none other than the Nangya Pavilion Master, In Ma Ak Moo Ryung.
“Pavilion Master.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully.
Since his martial prowess had advanced, he was no longer affected by the aura or voice that Ak Moo Ryung emanated.
But had he perhaps entered a new realm in the interim?
From the aura that Ak Moo Ryung radiated,
Bu Eunseol found his inner breath somewhat strained, as though standing in a place where the air itself grew thin.
“Did you know all along?”
As Ak Moo Ryung turned without the slightest movement, Bu Eunseol finally broached the subject.
“About the existence of Jin Ma and their retainers.”
“Foolish whelp.”
Ak Moo Ryung muttered in a low voice and turned his body.
Then, from his eyes burst forth light as radiant as the sun itself.
“Just because you’ve made a little progress, you think the entire world bows before you!”
At that rebuke, a sweet taste of blood rose into Bu Eunseol’s throat.
Despite not having fully healed the internal injuries inflicted by Gwon In, I felt Ak Moo Ryung unleash his overwhelming momentum.
I sustained another grievous wound.
A sharp resonance echoed through me.
Then golden light erupted from Bu Eunseol’s body.
While bearing such profound internal injuries.
As Ak Moo Ryung’s momentum shattered all the vital energy within my body, the Prajna Great Ability activated of its own accord.
A gurgling sound emanated from within.
Then something miraculous occurred.
As the Prajna Great Ability manifested, my displaced internal organs began returning to their proper positions.
‘This is…’
Shaolin’s Muscle Tendon Changing Classic was originally a secret method designed to nourish the organs of monks undertaking severe ascetic practices and purify their blood.
I had cultivated my inner force through the Muscle Tendon Changing Classic, and afterward, through the Extreme Heart Method which bore striking similarity to it.
I had learned to manipulate the vital energy within my body with perfect freedom.
Yet because of this, the mysterious functions of the Muscle Tendon Changing Classic—purifying the heart and nourishing the meridians, cleansing impurities and strengthening the sinews—could not manifest.
But when the Prajna Great Ability activated under such severe internal injuries.
It was not the Extreme Heart Method, but the profound mysteries of the Muscle Tendon Changing Classic that awakened, rapidly restoring my injuries.
‘Master.’
A wave of profound emotion surged through Bu Eunseol.
‘Even while reproaching me, you were concerned for my well-being.’
Ak Moo Ryung, versed in every mystery of all martial arts under heaven, could not possibly be ignorant of Shaolin’s Muscle Tendon Changing Classic, the supreme foundation of all inner force cultivation methods.
Moreover, he knew of every power latent within my body.
Therefore, he had deliberately unleashed his momentum to awaken my Prajna Great Ability, enabling my body to recover swiftly.
‘If I expressed gratitude for such matters, Master would be greatly displeased.’
Understanding Ak Moo Ryung’s temperament well, Bu Eunseol refrained from expressing thanks and continued speaking with detachment.
“I have now glimpsed the abyss of Murim to some degree.”
Taking a deep breath, I spoke again.
“Since this relates to my karmic destiny, I believe I have the right to inquire about such matters with you.”
Ak Moo Ryung’s terrifying gaze swept across Bu Eunseol’s entire form.
Then silence descended.
How much time had passed?
Ak Moo Ryung slowly opened his mouth.
“Jin Ma and his retinue have existed since the primordial beginning. And the ancient monsters of the Eight Immortals Heaven sought not only this Master, but also Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je.”
Bu Eunseol was not particularly surprised.
She had already anticipated that the frequent seclusions of Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je were not unrelated to them.
Though in their youth, the retinue of the Demon Lord had even contended with Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je.
Bu Eunseol stole a glance at Ak Moo Ryung, who emanated an aura of overwhelming dominance.
Naturally, the repeated seclusions of Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je and Sam Ma Sam Jon were not for the sake of the Eight Immortals Heaven.
Rather, they were to overthrow those above—the Four Divine Heavens, or perhaps the Three Supremes.
“That Murim has fallen into this state.”
Then Ak Moo Ryung spoke words of shocking magnitude.
“In the end, it all stems from the Baek Ri Family.”
At the unexpected name, Bu Eunseol’s words faltered.
“What do you mean?”
“They sealed Jin Ma in a clumsy manner, and from that, Sam Gye was born. But Sam Gye fell into corruption, and instead, it became the catalyst for Jin Ma’s subordinates to accumulate power in the darkness.”
Tremble.
Bu Eunseol’s eye twitched faintly.
Though his words were harsh.
Even Ak Moo Ryung, who ruled over Tianxia.
Acknowledged that mysterious family, which vanished without a trace three hundred years ago, as the guardian of Murim.
‘But something is strange.’
If my father was a man of the Baek Ri Family, then I myself am of the Baek Ri Family.
‘Then how could Jin Ma’s subordinates have allowed me to live until now?’
That Baek Ri Mu Ha was the master of Saha Chamber was already known to the supreme masters of Murim.
In fact, Jeong Cheon Je had even revealed to his disciple Mu Gyeol that Baek Ri Mu Ha was descended from that legendary Baek Ri Family.
Then did Jin Ma’s subordinates not know this fact?
Did they truly not know that I was Baek Ri Mu Ha’s son?
If they did know.
How could I have survived until now?
“Gak Ju.”
Bu Eunseol took a deep breath and bit his lip.
There was no longer any reason to hide his identity from Gak Ju.
“There is something I must tell you.”
Taking another deep breath, he spoke with utmost gravity.
“I am of the Baek Ri Family.”
“….”
“Within my memories, there are memories implanted by my father, Baek Ri Mu Ha.”
Ak Moo Ryung stared intently into Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“Bu Eunseol.”
And he released a sigh, uncharacteristically deep.
“That is not you.”
“What do you mean?”
“In the past, Sa Do Moo Myung tracked Baek Ri Mu Ha’s child for one reason alone.”
Ak Moo Ryung opened his mouth.
“Because he knew that Baek Ri Mu Ha was a descendant of the legendary Baek Ri Family.”
And he continued calmly.
“And he knew that you, whom Bu Chanyang raised, were a survivor of Saha Chamber. But he did not kill you.”
Pausing briefly, he looked down at Bu Eunseol and spoke with solemnity.
“Because you are not the true bloodline of the Baek Ri Family.”
In that instant, the world before Bu Eunseol’s eyes went dark.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You are not of Baek Ri Family blood.”
Ak Moo Ryung gazed down at Bu Eunseol with eyes blazing like torches.
“Baek Ri Mu Ha knew his own fate. So to save the child, he made extensive preparations. Including you.”
Thud.
The impact was so tremendous that Bu Eunseol’s head throbbed as if her skull might split.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You were merely bait—fortunate enough to survive. Bait to preserve the true bloodline of Baek Ri Family.”
Silence stretched between them for a long moment.
Bu Eunseol shook her head in disbelief.
“That cannot be.”
And she spoke urgently.
“My appearance….”
In this vast world, finding someone who resembled oneself was not entirely impossible—a realization that made her quickly change the subject.
She spoke hastily instead.
“I have memories of my parents.”
“Implanted memories. You were meant to become the perfect son of Baek Ri Family and die as such.”
Bu Eunseol cried out in agitation.
“I remember my father urgently placing me in the secret passage to save me. And erasing my memories….”
But Ak Moo Ryung cut her off with a scoff.
“Would a divine being like Baek Ri Mu Ha perform such a clumsy act—sending his child alone through a secret passage?”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol fell silent.
If Baek Ri Mu Ha truly possessed such divine power? If he had known of death?
He would have completed all preparations before the blood calamity struck.
Sending someone alone to a secret location during the calamity itself…
seemed rather clumsy as a scheme to preserve his child.
Yet Bu Eunseol could not accept it.
If that were true… what then was her own existence?
“I cannot believe this.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“Did you speak directly with Baek Ri Mu Ha?”
“I did not.”
“Then how do you know such a thing?”
“Bu Chanyang.”
Ak Moo Ryung spoke in a voice so low it seemed to shake the earth.
“He told me.”
Tremor.
Bu Eunseol’s complexion turned deathly pale.
Then her grandfather had not saved her by chance?
“You lose your mind whenever the Chilji Demonic Sect is mentioned!”
Crash!
Bu Eunseol felt a dizzying sensation as if heaven and earth were trembling in that instant.
Ak Moo Ryung had struck her body with a wave of true energy.
“Foolish wretch. Bu Chanyang merely found a child and saved it while passing through—he did not freeze to death on the road.”
Ak Moo Ryung saw through Bu Eunseol’s innermost thoughts and wore a contemptuous expression.
“I did not know who someone like you was.”
“…”
“But ultimately, because of that pathetic act of virtue, your movements were exposed to countless masters.”
At those cutting words, Bu Eunseol’s fingertips trembled.
“Is it because I am a survivor of Saha Chamber?”
“That is correct.”
Ak Moo Ryung spoke.
“Bu Chanyang had vanished completely from Murim, and no one knew of his whereabouts. However… it was possible to find traces of a Saha Chamber survivor.”
“That means…”
Bu Eunseol spoke with a desolate expression.
“Because you had to protect the true bloodline of Baek Ri Family… the traces of the false bait were hidden clumsily.”
“Of course.”
A cruel answer returned.
Upon hearing this merciless response, Bu Eunseol’s body swayed.
Sparks danced before her eyes and her head spun dizzily.
‘My parents in my memories were not my real parents… I possessed memories that were artificially implanted as a fake.’
When she thought about it, it made sense.
If she had been the bloodline of Baek Ri Family?
If she had possessed that great lineage capable of standing against Jin Ma?
There was no way Jin Ma’s subordinates would have left her alone.
“Then where is the true bloodline of Baek Ri Family?”
“I do not know. If he had been discovered, the landscape of Murim would have changed.”
‘Grandfather.’
Bu Eunseol bit her lips.
In the end, she was merely bait to protect the true bloodline of Baek Ri Family, and because her traces were not deliberately erased completely,
countless masters, including Ma Cheon Je, were able to track her easily.
And through that, countless masters were able to discover her grandfather’s whereabouts.
“How did Grandfather know that I was bait created in Saha Chamber?”
“Since countless masters came searching, believing you to be the bloodline of Baek Ri Family, he naturally had to begin an investigation.”
Ak Moo Ryung spoke decisively.
“And Bu Chanyang determined that you were not the bloodline of Baek Ri Family.”
Her head spun round and round.
Bu Eunseol finally staggered and with a sound of retching, spat out a streak of blood.
Only then did she grasp the meaning of what Dan Cheong had told her.
―There are things in life that one need not even know.
Dan Cheong had known this for a long time.
I had heard from Ak Moo Ryung the circumstances of my own life.
Because I was not of Baek Ri Mu Ha’s bloodline,
as a disciple of Nangya Pavilion, he had wished for me to live faithfully without dwelling on the past.
‘So that was why I could not recover my memories.’
My father in those memories, Baek Ri Mu Ha,
had said that once I began to master martial arts,
and as my martial prowess deepened,
I would eventually recover my memories.
Yet despite my martial cultivation growing boundless, reaching a level that young men could not follow,
the memories never fully returned.
‘There were no memories to be found at all.’
Because they were implanted memories from the beginning.
Because they were fragmented implanted memories.
In the end, they could not be recovered.
And what was even more unbearable was…
‘In the end, it was because of me.’
Bu Eunseol gripped her own head with trembling hands and fell to her knees.
‘In the end, it was I who destroyed grandfather’s peaceful life.’
Nausea washed over me.
It was I who had ruined the life of the grandfather I had loved so dearly.
Because misfortune in the form of myself had arrived.
Grandfather’s whereabouts were discovered by the strong, and he was ultimately killed.
“You’re quite the amusing one.”
With a low voice,
Crash!
Bu Eunseol received a tremendous blow that shook her skull.
Ak Moo Ryung, watching her, had struck her with a single blow.
With his bare fist, no less.
Boom!
Bu Eunseol was sent flying more than a dozen paces, crashing into an ancient tree, and spat out another mouthful of blood.
“The successor of Bon Gak kneeling and collapsing on her own?”
Bu Eunseol muttered with lifeless eyes.
“Grandfather was ultimately… killed by me.”
“Ahahaha!”
Ak Moo Ryung burst into derisive laughter.
“Who did Bu Chanyang die at the hands of?”
“It is the truth. I personally performed grandfather’s funeral rites….”
Rip.
But suddenly Ak Moo Ryung tore away his upper garment.
Thereupon his upper body muscles, twisted like forged steel, were completely exposed.
“Gak Ju.”
“Look.”
As Bu Eunseol lifted her head, Ak Moo Ryung turned his body.
Across his broad back were hundreds of scars etched densely like spider webs.
“Three seconds.”
The radiance swirling in Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes deepened.
“I was utterly defeated in merely three seconds.”
Then he spoke with a thunderous voice.
“Who in this world would dare to kill such a man?”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened in shock.
In Ma Ak Moo Ryung was a supreme grandmaster of unparalleled martial arts whom even Ma Cheon Je could not completely overcome.
Yet her grandfather had crushed Ak Moo Ryung in merely three seconds?
“Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang. He had long since transcended the boundaries of the Mujik Gyeong.”
Ak Moo Ryung spoke with solemn gravity.
“A man who could never be defeated even if Sa Do Moo Myung and all of Eight Immortals Heaven descended upon him together—who dared to kill such a one?”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes flew open.
Her grandfather had long ago broken through the Mujik Gyeong.
He had transcended even Ma Cheon Je, who could be called the mightiest of the contemporary Murim.
“Bu Chanyang. He was the supreme master of all Tianxia.”
Ak Moo Ryung spoke with absolute conviction.
“Even if Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je attacked together, they could not dare to stand against him.”
In the depths of his silent gaze flickered a faint reverence and longing.
In this world, only one thing could move the heart of a figure like Ak Moo Ryung.
The boundless realm of martial mastery alone.
And the status of supreme master of all Tianxia.
“To question the path chosen by such a supreme master!”
Crash!
Bu Eunseol was sent flying backward once more.
Ak Moo Ryung had struck her again.
“How dare you, a mere child, presume to pity him and harbor guilt?”
Only then did Bu Eunseol grasp Ak Moo Ryung’s meaning, and she bowed her head in shame.
Supreme master of all Tianxia.
Her grandfather Bu Chanyang was the supreme master of all Tianxia, one whose brilliance even In Ma, that supreme demonic grandmaster, could only regard with longing.
The death chosen by a supreme grandmaster who had reached the ultimate pinnacle of perfection.
How could a mere fledgling mourn it as though it were her fault?
That would be to desecrate the death of the supreme master of all Tianxia.
Ak Moo Ryung found Bu Eunseol’s sorrow so contemptible he could scarcely bear it.

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