The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 798

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Chapter 798.
Yong Hoe’s lips curved into a cold smile.
“They say you’re the finest talent in the Demonic Path, yet I see nothing remarkable about you.”
His expression shifted to one of playful amusement.
“Shall I share a secret with you? The Ben Gye possesses a technique to discern another’s inner power level merely by sight.”
Flash!
Yong Hoe unleashed a blade strike swift as lightning. The move was utterly sudden, with no warning signs preceding it.
An ordinary martial artist would have had their throat pierced without understanding what happened.
Slice.
Yet even having lost all heightened senses, I remained a master of the blade.
My pupils dilated sharply.
Observing the tendons rising on the back of his hand, I had already prepared myself mentally.
Slash, slash.
With my inner power diminished and heightened senses gone, I drew my sword and thrust at Yong Hoe’s throat in kind.
“Your swordsmanship is formidable indeed.”
Vicious!
Yong Hoe instantly transformed his swift strike into a chaotic barrage, weaving a net-like sword aura that engulfed the entire Stone Chamber.
“The legendary Muk Hon Ryeong Ju possesses only this much inner power? And judging by your pallid complexion, you must be suffering from grave illness or a mortal wound.”
Yong Hoe continued with playful mockery.
“Since you failed to sense my arrival beforehand, your senses have abandoned you as well.”
Screech, screech, screech!
The spider-web-like sword aura spread throughout the Stone Chamber.
He had unleashed a sword technique impossible to evade in such confined quarters.
Yet something utterly unforeseen occurred.
Despite unleashing inescapable sword aura in this narrow chamber,
it was dissipating beneath my effortless sword technique rather than striking true.
‘Impossible?’
Yong Hoe’s eyes widened in shock.
Only then did he grasp what I was doing.
‘Did he preempt the very point of origin of the sword aura?’
Sword aura is commonly understood to condense inner power into sharp, tangible forms,
or transform it into sword waves or sword rings reflecting the caster’s technique and power level.
Yet upon closer examination, sword aura is far more complex than such simplicity.
Qi is a flow connecting the infinite universe to humanity.
Formless and unfixed, it reflects human will.
Even when given tangible form,
it perpetually cycles through disappearance and generation.
I understood and exploited this fundamental principle of sword aura.
Each time Yong Hoe generated sword aura, I grasped its non-permanence—
its characteristic of existing only momentarily under specific conditions—and preempted it, compressing its duration to the absolute minimum.
To explain this simply.
Bu Eunseol utilized profound sword principles to alter the nature of the sword energy Yong Hoe had created.
She made them vanish before they could even touch her body.
‘This person…’
Only then did Yong Hoe realize that Bu Eunseol was
a monster who had cultivated a terrifying sword technique beyond his ability to contend with.
Step, step.
As Bu Eunseol erased the sword energy filling the Stone Chamber, she drew closer to the Young Scholar with each measured stride.
With every step he took backward, Yong Hoe felt a suffocating pressure constricting his breath.
‘This narrow space has become a constraint instead.’
Crash!
Yong Hoe, pouring out sword energy frantically, cried out loudly as if to mask his anxiety.
“You’re finished now!”
Bu Eunseol paid no heed and closed the distance to within six steps.
‘This person has indeed lost their senses.’
Yong Hoe bared his white teeth in a grin.
Boom.
Then, as he stamped his foot with force, the ground beneath where Bu Eunseol stood suddenly collapsed.
Because he had lost his Beast Sense, he had failed to detect the mechanisms installed within.
Whoosh.
As an infinitely deep black void swallowed Bu Eunseol in an instant,
“Huff. Huff.”
Yong Hoe wiped cold sweat from his brow and gasped for breath.
“What in the world is that person?”
Bu Eunseol, who had been erasing sword energy without pause and striding steadily toward him.
Recalling how she approached slowly with those crimson eyes, cold sweat streamed down Yong Hoe’s forehead.
Without employing Mujik Gyeong.
Merely by unraveling the principles of simple martial arts.
Yet she displayed such power?
She possessed a strength in an entirely different dimension from any opponent he had faced before.
“The principles of martial arts…”
Yong Hoe was a person who had entered the ranks of supreme masters in one breath through the Grand Technique of the Gwi Il Gye.
Because of this, the great masters of martial arts in the Murim,
who endlessly repeated secluded cultivation,
could not understand their devotion and refinement in martial arts.
But now, having tasted the subtlety and terror of martial arts through Bu Eunseol,
he could finally comprehend it.
That the great masters who had attained mastery in martial arts possessed a mysterious means to nullify any force.
“From now on, I will never again disrespect the masters of the Murim.”
Rumble.
Opening the door again, I found a wizened old man standing across the threshold.
It was none other than the Hyang Elder, who was presiding over the Calligraphy Tournament.
“You’ve disposed of him thoroughly, then?”
At the Hyang Elder’s words, Yong Hoe nodded.
“As desired, I pushed him into the corridor that connects downward.”
“Impressive. It’s no small feat to push such a master into the Facility.”
She was, after all, a traitor who had joined hands with the Gwi Il Gye.
Yet it was not for her own wealth and glory.
It was for revenge against the previous Palace Lord and the Grand Duke, who had been slain by Ma Cheon Je.
And to restore the prestige of the Wind Divine Palace once more.
―That fool dared to intrude upon the Calligraphy Tournament?
When the uninvited Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, Bu Eunseol, attended the tournament, she was overjoyed.
For now she could take revenge against Ma Cheon Je.
And together with the elders, she devised a plan to push Bu Eunseol into the underground trap set within the Secret Cave.
However, the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju’s martial prowess was formidable, and they concluded there was virtually no chance she would fall into the trap designed to drop her downward.
―Allow me to push her in.
It was then that Yong Hoe stepped forward with confidence.
He had no certainty of victory against Bu Eunseol, but he was confident he could match her strength, and thus pushing her into the trap would be no difficult task.
And Yong Hoe kept his promise.
He truly did push Bu Eunseol into the trap.
“Remarkable. The Muk Hon Ryeong Ju is said to have surpassed the Extreme Heaven Realm in martial prowess—how did you manage to push her into the trap?”
Yong Hoe spoke honestly.
“Her body was not in normal condition. Perhaps her coming to this place was related to that injury.”
“Hmm.”
“But will simply pushing her down there truly be enough to dispose of her?”
The Hyang Elder nodded firmly.
“Of course. The Pung Shin Haeng Ro is a place where one cannot survive by martial prowess alone.”
“The Pung Shin Haeng Ro?”
“It is where all the previous Palace Lords, who were renowned for generations, lost their lives.”
The Hyang Elder wore a sinister smile.
“A hundred years ago, in an attempt to forcibly open the Facility to rescue the So Gung Ju trapped there, the very exit was sealed shut. Thus, once one enters, there is no escape whatsoever.”
Yong Hoe nodded.
“Indeed, given her body’s abnormal state… even if she possessed the skill to fly through the heavens, she could not survive.”
The two shared a pleased laugh.
Yong Hoe would receive unimaginable rewards for disposing of the Sam Gye’s great adversary.
And the Hyang Elder had achieved some measure of revenge against Ma Cheon Je, who had murdered the previous Palace Lord.
“Now it seems we should begin tidying up.”
Yong Hoe wore a cruel smile.
“We must obtain the Wind Divine Artifact quickly.”
“I’ve already subdued all the participants.”
“Did you kill them all?”
“Of course.”
Hyang Elder laughed, baring yellowed teeth.
“However, Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon—those two possessed exceptional talent and absorbed an enormous amount of Wind Cloud Qi. They cannot be killed in their current state.”
“Hehehehe. So you intend to use the Golden Furnace.”
“Naturally. By extracting the Wind Cloud Qi and inner energy from such bodies, we can obtain power approaching that of the Wind Divine Technique.”
Only those possessing the Five Elements Qi within their bodies could store Wind Cloud Qi.
However, absorbing Wind Cloud Qi into one’s body was called the path of hardship, requiring an extraordinarily long time.
The amount one could absorb was determined by their aptitude.
Since the Wind Cloud Qi absorbed into the body was stored in the form of true energy,
when others absorbed it, they would gain tremendous power.
The Wind Divine Palace possessed a furnace capable of extracting the Wind Cloud Qi from within bodies, and through it, they intended to drain the Wind Cloud Qi from these two individuals.
“How remarkably resourceful.”
As Yong Hoe laughed, Hyang Elder nodded in agreement.
“Now our palace must prepare to welcome a new Grand Master.”
* * *
Whoooosh.
A fierce wind rushed past Bu Eunseol’s ears as she plummeted endlessly beneath the trap.
The ground below remained invisible—she could not yet see how far she had fallen.
Judging by her falling speed and the height, the minimum distance was over a hundred zhang.
Had her body been intact, she would have employed the Land Flight Technique or lifted herself with the Divine Immortal Technique.
But in her current state, such extraordinary feats were impossible.
Moreover, the recent battle had consumed nearly a century’s worth of inner energy.
‘Only the Extreme Speed Shadowless Step remains.’
Whoooosh.
The Extreme Speed Shadowless Step allowed her to change direction ninety-nine times with each step.
Like the Kunlun Sect’s Cloud Dragon Eight Postures, it possessed the utility of changing direction mid-air.
Bu Eunseol expended all her remaining inner energy, deploying the Extreme Speed Shadowless Step to reduce her velocity.
‘Too late.’
Despite repeatedly unleashing the Extreme Speed Shadowless Step, her speed remained too great, and finally the ground came into view.
‘This won’t work!’
With no other option, Bu Eunseol spun her body once in mid-air and thrust her full force downward against the ground.
Boom!
With the pressure of her palms nearly tearing apart, the acceleration of her fall diminished further.
The moment Bu Eunseol felt the recoil, she curled her body and rolled with all her strength.
Crash!
Amid clouds of dust, Bu Eunseol tumbled continuously for six or seven zhang.
Fortunately, a long corridor lay ahead, and as she rolled, she eventually crashed against a boulder on one side.
Thud.
Bu Eunseol lay on the ground, her body battered and broken.
Fortunately, no bones were broken.
Yet my limbs felt paralyzed.
Each breath sent sharp pangs of pain through my chest.
“This is no simple matter.”
Sprawled flat on my back, staring up at the impossibly distant ceiling, I exhaled a weary sigh.
I had endured countless trials, and grievous wounds were hardly unfamiliar to me.
But to suffer such trials here in the Wind Divine Palace—a place utterly foreign to me, with most of my vital energy depleted—was an ordeal I could scarcely bear.
“Haah.”
As the waves of pain washed over me, I closed my eyes for a moment.
In such circumstances, rest was far better than forcing my body to move.
“I pushed myself too hard.”
Yong Hoe’s swordsmanship was extraordinarily refined, and the techniques he unleashed ranked among the highest echelons of the Demonic Path.
No matter how skilled my own swordsmanship was, facing him was no trivial endeavor.
In the end, to thwart his techniques, I had resorted to an unprecedented divine technique—severing the sword energy mid-flight—but…
My internal cultivation of roughly one hundred fifty years had diminished once more, leaving me with merely a century’s worth of power.
“Wait… let me rest.”
With my eyes closed, I drifted into slumber before I knew it.
How much time had passed?
Pinch. Pinch.
Then, at some point,
I felt as though someone were pinching me.
At first I thought it a delusion and remained still, but the intensity grew steadily.
“….”
As I slowly opened my eyes, words escaped me.
Hundreds of serpents had converged around me, their fangs tearing into every inch of my flesh.
Drip. Drip.
Blood flowed freely from the bite wounds, its color dark as ink.
“Seven-Step Soul-Severing Serpents?”
The snakes that were devouring me
were the legendary Seven-Step Soul-Severing Serpents—creatures whose venom claims a life before seven steps can be taken.
“These cursed things.”
I wanted to drive the serpents away, but the poison had already spread throughout my body.
My limbs were paralyzed, rendering me immobile.
Yet something was strange.
Each time the venomous snakes bit me, my entire body felt pinched, but the pain was not as severe as expected.
Rather, with each bite,
a refreshing coolness penetrated to my very bones, and the throbbing ache gradually faded away.
Moreover, the region around my dantian, which had burned with agony whenever I channeled my inner power, now grew increasingly soothed.
‘The inner elixir of the Poison Dragon.’
I had forgotten about it all this time.
That I had consumed the inner core of the Poison Dragon, which harbored the most virulent toxin in all of Tianxia.
And that I had converted that inner core into Anti-Extreme True Qi and stored it within my body, thereby laying the foundation for the Doctrine of Poison Mastery.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
Each time the serpent bit me, Bu Eunseol’s mind sharpened and vitality surged forth.
As external poison entered, it was instantly converted into Anti-Extreme True Qi.
“Excellent.”
Bu Eunseol closed her eyes completely.
The more the Seven Treasure Venom Serpent bit, the more her body would recover.
How much time had elapsed?
Thud. Thud.
The venomous serpents that had been gnawing at Bu Eunseol collapsed one by one, and soon hundreds of them lay scattered across the ground.
“Hmm.”
Now Bu Eunseol wished to move her body.
But the process of storing the toxic qi from her dantian continued unabated.
The paralysis did not fade, and true qi flowed ceaselessly of its own accord.
Hiss. Hiss. Hiss. Hiss.
Yet again, a strange sound echoed from somewhere.
Glancing sideways, she saw a swarm of jet-black scorpions approaching.
They were the Red-Faced Black Scorpions, said to harbor the most potent venom among all scorpions.
“Again?”
Bu Eunseol felt somewhat bewildered.
Where on earth were all these venomous creatures pouring out from?
Prick. Prick. Prick.
But there was no time for deep contemplation.
The extreme-poison scorpions began stinging Bu Eunseol’s body in succession.
At first it was agonizing and her body tingled, but as time passed, her flesh grew cold as if she were lying upon ice.
“Each possesses a different toxin.”
The scorpion’s venom, unlike that of the serpent, carried an icy-cold attribute.
Chatter. Chatter. Chatter.
As the intense cold set in, her teeth chattered involuntarily.
Bu Eunseol gathered all her strength once more and cultivated the Anti-Extreme Heart Method to combat the freezing.
“Ugh—”
As the serpent’s venom and the scorpion’s venom collided within her body.
Her frame trembled, and scorching heat and frigid cold alternated in waves from her dantian.
‘Is it as potent as the Poison Dragon’s inner core?’
Having obtained the dragon’s inner core, Bu Eunseol possessed immunity to all poisons and could store internal toxins as true qi.
But with her body in a compromised state, subjected alternately to the venom of the Seven Treasure Venom Serpent and the Red-Faced Black Scorpion.
The sensation repeated—as though trapped in an ice cavern, then plunged into molten lava.
‘The two venoms are creating a new toxin.’
The Seven Treasure Venom Serpent and the Red-Faced Black Scorpion were not particularly rare venomous creatures.
However, the number of toxins was overwhelming, and as the two poisons alternated in injection.
My injured body could no longer endure what had become a new, supreme toxin.
Even breathing became difficult, and I felt consciousness slipping away.
‘I cannot lose consciousness.’
If I lost consciousness, the Reverse Extreme Heart Method might be interrupted.
If that happened, the precarious balance of the poisons would collapse, and my body would become nothing but a handful of toxic sludge in an instant.
“Uhhhhh.”
By now, one side of my body had become as cold as ice, while the other burned like molten lava.
Even amid the agony of my body being torn in half, I continued to circulate the Reverse Extreme Heart Method without pause.
* * *
The Great Training Grounds of the Wind Divine Palace.
This was where the disciples of the Wind Divine Palace honed their martial arts, and it was ten times wider than the training grounds of ordinary sects.
Because the martial arts of the Wind Divine Palace possessed tremendous power and an exceptionally vast range.
The training arena had no choice but to be expansive.
Yet in the middle of the training arena stood two massive trees, and bound tightly to them were two young men.
And beneath them stood a golden brazier, which continuously flickered with an auspicious radiance.
The two men bound to the trees were none other than Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon.
“Uhhhhh.”
Bound to the trees, they continuously emitted agonized groans.
From the golden brazier beneath their feet, a mysterious force flowed forth.
Ceaselessly drawing in the Wind Cloud Qi and inner force energy that the two had absorbed.
It was called the Golden Brazier, a treasure of the Wind Divine Palace, which possessed the function of absorbing or transmitting the true force and power within one’s body.
A treasure that the Palace Lord, the Wind Divine, used when transmitting the Wind Cloud Divine Technique to his disciples.
They were using it to absorb all of Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon’s Wind Cloud Qi, their vital essence, and their inner force energy.
“If you intend to kill us, do not drag it out—kill us quickly!”
As Jegal Seowoon cried out, the Hyang Elder across from him spoke coldly.
“Do not worry. When the time comes, it will be finished.”
“After draining all our original essence?”
“Hehehehe. Is there such a thing as original essence?”
The Hyang Elder spoke matter-of-factly.
“After all, the Wind Cloud Qi you possess belongs to this Palace. We are merely reclaiming what is ours. What is the problem?”
Jegal Seowoon spoke in fury.
“Is this what the Wind Divine Palace calls the Choseo Tournament? Does the Je Gal Family seem like it will remain idle?”
“You entered this Palace’s Secret Refuge without permission and were captured.”
The Hyang Elder spoke shamelessly.
“We are exercising our rights. No matter how renowned the Je Gal Family is, it will be of no use.”
And she added one more thing.
“We have already dealt with the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju of Tianxia. What should we fear from small fry like you?”
“You fear not even the Demon Hall? Have you acquired some powerful backing?”
“Of course.”
In that instant, Jegal Seowoon’s expression turned cold and rigid.
Now he could see that the Wind Divine Palace had already fallen into the hands of treacherous men.
It seemed there was no way left to intervene in this situation.
“Stay quiet. If you don’t, I’ll seal your Blood Sealing Point as well.”
Though he spoke those words, he did not actually touch the Blood Sealing Point.
If he sealed the Blood Sealing Point, the vital energy would not flow properly.
After Hyang Elder departed, Jegal Seowoon quietly observed the bound Hyuk So Jin.
He remained composed. In fact, he was smiling faintly, as if savoring the situation.
Jegal Seowoon asked in bewilderment.
“Aren’t you angry? How can you remain so calm?”
“What reason would I have to be angry?”
Hyuk So Jin spoke with a low chuckle.
“Those bastards will all die anyway.”
In that moment, Jegal Seowoon’s eyes gleamed.
Indeed, as the younger brother of the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju and successor to the Ten Demonic Gates, he might well be concealing extraordinary secret techniques within himself.
“It seems you have a way to overcome this crisis.”
Jegal Seowoon’s eyes brightened with anticipation.
“Tell me as well. That way I can help.”
“There’s nothing like that.”
“It’s fine. I can only help if you speak, can’t I?”
Hyuk So Jin spoke calmly.
“Those bastards said earlier that they had dealt with Bu Brother.”
Hyuk So Jin let out a scoff.
“If those bastards had truly killed Bu Brother with their own hands, they wouldn’t be saying such things. Either they failed to confirm it properly, or they threw him into some kind of trap.”
“That may be true, but why does that…”
“Bu Brother is a divine being.”
“A divine being?”
“Precisely. In other words, there’s no way he would ever fall into their trap or meet his end.”
Hyuk So Jin flashed a brilliant smile, revealing his white teeth.
“He will appear soon and slice off those bastards’ heads one by one. We simply need to wait.”
“Simply wait… and that’s all?”
“Exactly so.”
A thin smile crossed his face.
His smile was so pure and radiant.
…
Jegal Seowoon turned his head away, his eyes losing focus.
It seemed that now,
he truly needed to prepare himself mentally.

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