The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 785

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Chapter 785.
In truth, Bu Eunseol had known this fact for a long time.
That her grandfather was an absolute master of the Way who surpassed even Ma Cheon Je.
If that were not the case.
Ma Cheon Je would never have allowed her grandfather to live.
Yet that grandfather of hers.
The grandfather who never fell to anyone.
Willingly surrendered his body to Hyung Su to protect her.
And Hyung Su exploited that, gouging out her grandfather’s eyes, severing his arms, and pouring poison into him.
What Bu Eunseol could not bear.
Was the guilt that Hyung Su had come to find them.
That her grandfather’s identity had been exposed.
Because it was her fault.
But Ak Moo Ryung had pointed out that Bu Eunseol’s guilt.
Actually insulted Bu Chanyang, who had been the greatest master under heaven.
It was no different than daring to say that the choice made by that transcendent patriarch was wrong.
‘It wasn’t only because of me.’
And through Ak Moo Ryung’s words, Bu Eunseol could grasp one more profound truth.
―I always thought this old man could simply move forward without burden.
That her grandfather had not merely willingly given his life to Hyung Su simply to protect her.
That there must surely be some deeper reason behind it.
Otherwise.
The grandfather who would not blink an eye even if the Eight Immortals Heaven and Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je attacked together.
Would never have surrendered his own life merely to Hyung Su’s coercion.
‘But….’
Even in pain so intense she could only pray for her breath to cease.
Even in that pitiful state.
―Seol Ah. This old man’s final request.
Her grandfather, until the moment of death.
Had only prayed for her happiness.
And wished for her to live an ordinary life.
Which meant that even if there were complex circumstances behind her grandfather’s choice…
The fact that he died to protect her remained unchanged.
‘But… I must no longer insult grandfather’s death.’
“Master, I have come to understand my error.”
Bu Eunseol lowered her head.
Though Ak Moo Ryung’s manner and demeanor were fierce, ultimately all his words and actions were nothing but consolation for her.
Just as he said, she must not insult her grandfather’s death.
“Pavilion Master. There is one more thing I wish to ask.”
Bu Eunseol raised her head and spoke again.
“The Celestial Sovereign of the Infinite Realm named me Cheon Am Sung. And once, I entered the Secret Palace within Shin Nyeo Gung, a place that only those born under the constellation of Cheon Gang Sung could access.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze fixed upon Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes.
“I have long pondered why such circumstances came to pass, yet I could never discern the reason.”
Ak Moo Ryung fell silent for a moment before speaking again.
“The Baek Ri Family is a mysterious lineage that has existed since the primordial beginning. Perhaps they deliberately infused you with such essence.”
“To make me appear as a true descendant of the Baek Ri bloodline… is that what you mean?”
Ak Moo Ryung did not answer.
He too knew little of the Baek Ri Family, and truthfully, he harbored no interest in them.
But had the child that Bu Chanyang raised not become one of the Ten Demon Immortals and chosen the Nangya Sect,
then by his nature, he would never have involved himself in such matters throughout his entire life.
“I see.”
As Ak Moo Ryung displayed indifference toward the circumstances of her birth, Bu Eunseol found her heart strangely at ease.
What meaning did it hold now? What did it matter if she had been bait?
“Perhaps Baek Ri Mu Ha already knew that I possessed the capacity to accept such essence.”
The one who had sealed Jin Ma and created the Three Realms.
If she was truly descended from that Baek Ri Mu Ha,
considering the innate abilities or latent potential she possessed from birth,
finding such a perfect bait to preserve the Baek Ri bloodline would have been… no difficult task at all.
“To truly preserve the bloodline, meticulous planning would have been necessary.”
As Bu Eunseol grasped the full truth, her expression grew serene.
After all, her only desire was vengeance for her grandfather.
That Baek Ri Mu Ha and his wife were her parents was something she had discovered by chance
during her journey through Gangho—a treasure of fortune, nothing more.
‘A treasure of fortune…’
Memories of parents that others naturally possessed
had been for her merely a beautiful dream in a fleeting moment.
And Bu Gak Ju Dan Cheong had understood this well, which is why he had prevented Bu Eunseol from meeting Ak Moo Ryung.
‘What does it matter?’
If her parents were not Baek Ri Mu Ha and his wife, then so be it.
The world overflows with beggars and orphans beyond counting.
Rather, she had obtained the greatest fortune among all orphans.
She had been raised in the hands of the strongest and… most compassionate figure in the world.
“So you have finally understood.”
As Bu Eunseol’s spirit gradually regained its equilibrium, Ak Moo Ryung nodded.
“Your bloodline matters not.”
Bu Eunseol smiled.
Yet at Ak Moo Ryung’s next words, the corners of her eyes trembled.
“You need only remember that you are a disciple of Bon Gak.”
—That you are a disciple of Bon Gak.
Thump.
In that instant, Bu Eunseol shed a tear without even realizing it.
Those calm words
―Seol Ah. No matter what anyone says, you are this old man’s grandchild.
overlapped with what her grandfather had always told her.
That single phrase from Ak Moo Ryung
pierced deeper into Bu Eunseol’s heart than hundreds of words of comfort ever could.
“Pathetic wretch.”
The moment Bu Eunseol’s tears fell, Ak Moo Ryung’s eyes blazed with fury.
Yet unlike before, he did not strike her down.
“You’ve wept enough self-pity. That will suffice.”
Boom.
The interior of Cheol Jang Peak trembled violently.
“Now show the Bon Gak Master the strength you displayed against Gwon In.”
It was the first time.
Ak Moo Ryung had raised his momentum before launching an attack.
What that meant was
he intended to strike Bu Eunseol using his full Mujik Gyeong power.
Crash.
Another deafening roar erupted.
Bu Eunseol felt as though her skull would split apart, and the entire world shimmered and trembled before her eyes.
“Survive.”
Ak Moo Ryung bared his fangs in a grin.
“As the successor of Bon Gak.”
―Survive.
It was no jest.
Ak Moo Ryung knew that Bu Eunseol had fought Gwon In.
Through her, he sought to gauge the true strength of the Eight Immortals Heaven once more.
In other words, because he was using his full power, Bu Eunseol could very well die.
Rumble.
Suddenly, the world darkened as though the sun were setting.
As Bu Eunseol’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, towering shadows in demonic form materialized before her.
Boom.
With each step, the ground fractured and the demons soared skyward.
Growl.
Red mist coiled from the bodies of the demons suspended in the void, and drool dripped steadily from their razor-sharp fangs.
‘I understand now.’
Witnessing demonic forms that should not exist in this world, Bu Eunseol comprehended the truth.
Ak Moo Ryung had already crossed blades with Gwon In.
He would know that Gwon In employed a technique of unfolding a Mental World to destroy the enemy’s very spirit.
Therefore, Ak Moo Ryung had unleashed a similar technique upon Bu Eunseol.
If I employ similar techniques,
I can compare our martial prowess far more accurately.
‘I was thinking too sentimentally.’
Ak Moo Ryung’s stimulation of Bu Eunseol’s Prajna Great Ability while she slept in the acupoint, fully restoring her body,
was not an act of careful consideration, but rather to precisely compare his power against Gwon In’s.
Flash!
In that instant, the countless red eyes of the demons hovering in the sky fixed simultaneously upon Bu Eunseol standing on the ground.
At the same moment, millions of inescapable points of light poured down upon his body.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Then nine sharp streaks of light whirled around Bu Eunseol’s form.
Understanding Ak Moo Ryung’s intent, I drew upon Mu Hwang Jeong Gak to defend against the Mental World’s assault.
‘I must endure.’
Bu Eunseol summoned Mu Hwang Jeong Gak with every ounce of his being.
Ak Moo Ryung would surely show no mercy and unleash his Illusory Demonic Transformation at full power.
Roooar!
As the red light unleashed by the demons hovering in the sky poured down, Bu Eunseol felt as though his soul was melting away in agony.
Rumble.
Yet Bu Eunseol steadfastly constructed a barrier of spirit to endure.
His Mu Hwang Jeong Gak was far more powerful and solid than what he had displayed before.
This was because, through conversation with Ak Moo Ryung,
the guilt I had carried regarding my grandfather’s death had grown somewhat lighter,
and the joyful memories of spending time with my grandfather became far more vivid.
Rumble.
Realizing at last that he could not destroy Bu Eunseol’s spirit, Ak Moo Ryung withdrew his Illusory Demonic Transformation.
Then the figure of Ak Moo Ryung standing tall upon Cheol Jang Peak came into view once more.
“Hah!”
Bu Eunseol did not miss this opportunity and released a shout of power.
It was the Gwon Ma Chil Sik Jeo Oh Cho, having grasped the profound mysteries from Gwon In’s unleashed fist techniques.
He deployed Beginningless Endlessness.
Boom!
Around Bu Eunseol’s body,
hundreds of terrifying fist shadows capable of destroying mountains in an instant were created.
Whoosh!
Like the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara wreathed in fist shadows, Bu Eunseol charged toward Ak Moo Ryung.
In that moment, Ak Moo Ryung also extended a light punch.
Boom!
With an earth-shaking explosion, Bu Eunseol was sent flying back more than a dozen zhang.
Yet the hundreds of fist shadows he had unleashed had already attached themselves near Ak Moo Ryung’s body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
While Ak Moo Ryung dealt with the fist shadows, Bu Eunseol approached him once more and threw a punch.
The Seven Forms of Demon Fists, Jeo Oh Cho. Through the Formless Sect technique, I forced Ak Moo Ryung into a position where he had no choice but to move and engage in a battle of forms.
A brilliant flash!
Along with dazzling radiance, blades of black true energy, each imbued with their respective martial principles, poured down upon Ak Moo Ryung.
The bloodline of Hyuk Ryeon Eung, Yu Baek.
The Thunderbolt Crescent Blade—a formless demonic technique derived from the Flexible True Formation that I learned from Yu Seol, now a servant of the Muhon Society.
Using the subtle principles learned from Dang Pae’s Ten Finger Shadow Circle, I unfolded each form.
A sharp whistle!
At the same moment, Bu Eunseol drew the Muk Hon Sword and unleashed successive massive cross-shaped sword auras upon Ak Moo Ryung.
She deployed them by layering the Falling Crescent Moon Radiance technique.
“Hmph.”
Ak Moo Ryung let out a snort as he watched Bu Eunseol pour forth three different supreme martial techniques in a single breath.
A brilliant flash!
As a yellowish gleam ignited in his eyes,
A tremendous gust erupted!
In an instant, a whirlwind arose, and both the Flexible True Formation blades and sword auras vanished.
Whistling sounds pierced the air!
Yet Bu Eunseol had already anticipated such a development.
In one breath, she unleashed nine layers of sword force and scattered them upon Ak Moo Ryung.
She had deployed the Thirteen Night Technique.
A thunderous crash!
Simultaneously, purple lightning pierced directly into Ak Moo Ryung’s chest.
She had unfolded the Thunder and Lightning Unmatched technique accompanied by lightning divine energy.
A roaring sound!
Then, with the sound of waves, a tidal surge of sword force erupted from behind Ak Moo Ryung,
Instantly obliterating both the sword techniques and the Thirteen Night Technique that Bu Eunseol had unleashed.
A resonant hum.
In that moment, a transparent hand extending from Bu Eunseol’s arm pierced into Ak Moo Ryung’s body.
Using water divine energy, she had blocked the power that Ak Moo Ryung was exerting.
A massive impact! Rumbling echoes.
As the exchange continued, Cheol Jang Peak trembled as if it would collapse,
And the figures of Bu Eunseol and Ak Moo Ryung were obscured by dust.
Only a pair of yellowish and crimson eyes glared at each other.
‘Now comes the final moment.’
I had blocked the illusory transformation and converted the formless battle into a tangible one.
Yet unfortunately, Ak Moo Ryung had not sustained any damage from any attack.
With his Nangya Divine Eye at its peak, he could comprehend all martial principles under heaven and unleash their counters in an instant.
In short, no matter what martial technique Bu Eunseol deployed, he would immediately create and execute a martial technique that countered it perfectly.
“You must still have more cards to play!”
Rapid successive strikes!
With his declaration, Ak Moo Ryung’s fists spun like windmills, piercing toward Bu Eunseol’s vital points.
A deafening boom and brilliant flash!
Bu Eunseol ultimately drew upon her inner essence,
alternating between the martial techniques of Jeong Ma and Ssang Cheon Je, defending with all her might.
From the perspective of martial principles,
there was no way for Bu Eunseol to withstand Ak Moo Ryung’s assault, which unlocked all the secrets of Tianxia’s martial arts.
Yet through her formidable inner power and the mixed forces swirling within her body, she somehow managed to deflect his attacks.
“Hahahaha!”
Suddenly, Ak Moo Ryung erupted into maniacal laughter.
The moment Bu Eunseol heard that laugh, nausea welled up and her mind grew hazy.
Ak Moo Ryung’s illusory technique had already reached the realm of mastery, deployable even through sound.
A sharp whistle cut through the air!
As the wind shattered the silence of the void, Bu Eunseol’s body was engulfed by the force Ak Moo Ryung unleashed.
It contained superhuman power capable of destroying all matter in existence.
‘This is the strength of a Pavilion Master.’
Bu Eunseol perceived that this was the genuine power Ak Moo Ryung had poured forth
with the intent to destroy her body.
‘Harmony won’t work.’
Such an attack could only be blocked by deploying harmony.
But there was no time for that—she had no choice.
‘I must deploy the Gangho Wave Technique after defending.’
Rather than evade the cascading force, Bu Eunseol accepted it with her body, then dispersed it in all directions.
A metallic ring.
In that same instant, as she planted the Muk Hon Sword vertically before her, white mist rose from Bu Eunseol’s form.
After deploying the Void Rebound—a variant of Mu Hwang’s technique that absorbed all force and bounced it back,
she seized that opening to unleash the Gangho Wave Technique.
A tremendous explosion!
A deafening roar echoed forth as if heaven and earth were being torn asunder.
Surely even common folk hundreds of leagues away could have heard it clearly.
A violent gust erupted!
Bu Eunseol’s body was hurled upward into the void, more than a dozen paces high,
then crashed down.
She fell ungracefully to the ground.
Ultimately, she could not completely withstand Ak Moo Ryung’s power.
A tumultuous impact!
To dissipate the remaining force, Bu Eunseol had to roll across the earth once more.
Considering her martial prowess,
it should have been impossible for her to be suspended in the air and fall like someone without any martial skill.
Ak Moo Ryung’s martial mastery had reached such an incomprehensible level.
A heavy thud.
Finally, after rolling more than a dozen paces, Bu Eunseol pushed herself back to her feet.
“Pffft.”
A stream of blood arrows erupted from my mouth.
My complexion had turned deathly pale, yet pride gleamed in my eyes.
In Ma Ak Moo Ryung.
The one who had crushed me so thoroughly was none other than my sect master’s supreme elder.
And through this battle, I had come to understand something.
―The Pavilion Master was far stronger than Gwon In.
Incomparably so.
Ak Moo Ryung was vastly more powerful than Gwon In.
Even if the Eight Immortals Heaven were extraordinary, they couldn’t touch a single hair on Ak Moo Ryung’s head.
“There’s no reason to be pleased about this.”
Ak Moo Ryung, having seen through my thoughts, spoke matter-of-factly.
“Those creatures are merely the lowest dregs among Jin Ma’s subordinates.”
And he issued a warning in a low voice.
“Even among the Immortals, there are vast disparities in martial prowess. Gwon In’s level is comparable to Geol Wang, who ranked last among the Four Gods Seven Kings.”
I responded with a smile instead of words.
Ak Moo Ryung called them the lowest tier.
Yet they were masters of the Mujik Gyeong, rivaling the ancient Sammasamjon.
In other words, Ak Moo Ryung had transcended what Gwon In had called.
The curse of the Mujik Gyeong.
“But they’ll never realize it.”
Ak Moo Ryung smiled, baring his fangs.
“They’ve long believed they could manipulate the Murim at will… yet the supreme masters of this era have already grasped their limitations and surpassed them.”
I nodded in agreement.
The Eight Immortals Heaven were similar to Woon Hak Bi, who had once been the Baek Pal Sung of the Jung Sun Family.
Born with such overwhelming power, they had no need to train earnestly or learn anything.
But the supreme masters of this era had cultivated martial arts frantically and strived relentlessly.
As a result, they possessed power beyond the Eight Immortals Heaven’s imagination.
“Pffft.”
I expelled another stream of blood arrows at that moment.
Though I had survived, I had sustained severe internal injuries once more.
“Master, I have shown you shameful weakness again.”
It was fortunate that my sect master’s elder, Ak Moo Ryung, was stronger than Gwon In.
Yet at the same time, my heart felt somewhat devastated and ashamed.
I had wondered if I could continue fighting against masters of the Mujik Gyeong to some degree.
But in the meantime, Ak Moo Ryung had achieved tremendous progress, and I still could not withstand his strike.
“It seems I have harbored far too much arrogance.”
“Hmph, so you’ve only now realized this?”
As Ak Moo Ryung scoffed, I bowed respectfully.
“Master, I shall devote myself even more… to cultivation.”
Bu Eunseol bowed once more at the waist in respect.
“Then I shall take my leave.”
Like a failed scholar, I descended Cheol Jang Peak with a hunched gait.
Ak Moo Ryung watched my retreating figure and shook his head.
‘It’s simply not there.’
For the first time, a glimmer of emotion flickered in his eyes.
It was a bewilderment ill-suited to the name In Ma—Human Demon.
‘The boundary of martial mastery.’
Though he had never directly taught Bu Eunseol, each time they met he could gauge the depth of his martial prowess and impart insights to him.
But now that was impossible.
He could not discern where Bu Eunseol’s martial way had reached. And more than that—
‘Even the limit itself.’
No matter how gifted, upon reaching a certain realm, a wall inevitably emerges that must be shattered.
Thus, all martial artists who have cultivated the way
dream in their deepest sleep of transcending that wall and boundary, leaping to a higher plane.
Even Jeong Ma Ssang Cheon Je possesses stages and limitations—
yet this creature has none whatsoever.
He walks not the path of martial study, but rather a pristine natural way that borders on destruction itself.
Thus he is entirely free from constraint or limitation.
‘I had intended to cultivate him myself before long…’
Ak Moo Ryung clenched his fist as hard as steel.
He had ascended to become Nangya Pavilion Master long ago, yet had never separately cultivated a disciple.
This was because no one of sufficient talent had arrived to inherit his martial enlightenment.
But Ma Cheon Je had suddenly initiated the Ten Demon Immortals plan, and it was said he had brought back a disciple from there.
—We have finally found the orthodox successor to inherit the true lineage of Bon Gak.
Even when Dan Cheong excitedly reported this, Ak Moo Ryung showed no interest.
Even if one possessed the greatest martial talent under heaven, without the aptitude to grasp the essence of practical martial mastery,
one could never perfect the martial ways of Nangya Sect.
Moreover, the one Dan Cheong had brought carried an even greater constraint.
He was a child being raised by Bu Chanyang.
Ma Cheon Je had set his sights on using him as a chess piece on the board of fate, a puppet candidate for various schemes.
Such a creature could never be cultivated as a true disciple.
—A pity.
The Ten Demon Immortals that Dan Cheong had brought
had caught Ak Moo Ryung’s attention when he heard he was learning Hyul Geum Gang’s Half-Extreme Divine Technique.
To have caught Hyul Geum Gang’s eye
meant possessing the talent to inherit his martial enlightenment.
Yet he had severed his interest, still because of Sa Do Moo Myung.
He had perceived that Ma Cheon Je was determined to use that child as a chess piece.
Once Ma Cheon Je set his will to something, there was no escaping that fate.
―A peculiar one indeed.
Yet events unfolded beyond expectation.
The one I thought would dance in Ma Cheon Je’s palm, has repeatedly accomplished the unforeseen.
Is he not gradually slipping from his grasp?
Moreover, upon meeting directly and testing martial prowess, not only my own martial knowledge.
But I was proving myself to be a prodigy of Tianxia who could elevate the Nangya Sect even further.
And as time passed.
Before long, I transformed from Ma Cheon Je’s chess piece into one capable of overturning the very board he had arranged.
Now I had reached a level where I could confidently block even his most sincere strike.
‘To astonish the Pavilion Master himself, yet still show disappointment and droop your shoulders?’
Ak Moo Ryung felt both anger and exasperation.
That I had effortlessly blocked all of Bu Eunseol’s attacks was.
Not only because I had long sensed all the power within his body.
But because whenever his martial prowess grew, I actually clashed with him directly, instantly mastering his techniques as well.
Just as master and disciple share the same source of inner energy, we both had grasped the Nangya Heart Eye, which could be called the very essence of the Nangya Sect.
Yet Bu Eunseol, unaware of this truth, was only shocked by his own defeat, was he not?
“Bu Eunseol.”
In the end, Ak Moo Ryung, hunched over, called out to Bu Eunseol, who was turning away listlessly.
“Do you have instructions for me?”
Bu Eunseol asked with a powerless expression.
“Ten years.”

―Ten years. Within ten years, you will be reborn as a Great Emperor who completely overturns the order of Tianxia.
Originally, Ak Moo Ryung intended to say this.
But unable to voice such embarrassing words.
“Simply survive for ten years.”
He abbreviated it to this instead.
“…!”
At that, Bu Eunseol’s complexion changed drastically, and he lowered his head once more.
“…I understand.”
And now, bending his waist like an old man, he descended below Cheol Jang Peak.
Ten years.
From Bu Eunseol’s perspective, the meaning of “simply survive for ten years” was….
That he must cultivate martial arts for ten years.
To gain the ability to survive in the current Murim.
―I am still so lacking.
Bu Eunseol, having misunderstood Ak Moo Ryung’s words.
Descended Cheol Jang Peak listlessly, his lips now shriveled and drawn.

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