The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 800

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Chapter 800.
Crack. Crunch crunch.
As I reached the Poison Immune Body, my form trembled with the sound of bones shifting, my skin and muscles rippling like waves.
Having attained the realm where all toxins could be absorbed and neutralized, every component of my body—bones, muscles, nerves—was gradually transforming.
Whoosh.
At last, my skin returned to its transparent, lustrous state as I opened my eyes.
A transparent and otherworldly radiance lingered there.
The Poison Sealing Saint Eyes had opened, announcing that I had reached the Poison Immune Body.
And that was not all.
Though I was not a Wind Spirit Body, my flesh had transformed into one capable of wielding the Wind Cloud Divine Qi—the most mysterious force among Sasin energies—yet I did not know this yet.
“Ah.”
I let out a gasp of wonder.
I could feel the mystical radiance flowing from my eyes.
‘This is inconvenient.’
I suppressed the power of the Poison Sealing Saint Eyes.
There was no need to announce to others that I had perfected the Poison Immune Body.
Whoosh.
With the radiance gone from my eyes, I turned my gaze back to the sleeping woman.
“The poison has been removed, yet there is no response. Her pulse grows even fainter…”
My eyes narrowed.
Her vitality was fading more rapidly than before I had purged the toxins.
“She had been surviving on the poison all this time.”
The woman had maintained her life through the potent toxins accumulated within her body.
But the moment I eliminated the poison, the very spring that sustained her life vanished.
“Gather your strength.”
Life force cannot be injected from without; it must manifest from within the body itself.
The will to live, desperate longing.
The fierce passion and struggle to survive even in despair…
Without these, the human body can never recover.
But the woman showed no such will.
Hmm.
I carefully sat the woman up, then placed my hand on her Ming Gate acupoint.
Though my remaining inner strength was nearly depleted,
I gave everything, ceaselessly and without pause, pouring it into her.
“Open your eyes.”
Yet despite my efforts, even the last vestiges of her vitality faded away,
and thud.
Her arm fell limply to her side.
She had become nothing more than a cold corpse.
“Forgive me.”
Bu Eunseol carefully laid the woman’s body back into the Coffin Chamber.
“I fear my insufficient abilities have caused unnecessary trouble.”
Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully toward the sleeping woman and spoke in a hushed voice.
“You must be a disciple of Wind Divine Palace. I shall ensure Wind Divine Palace is informed so that your remains may be properly retrieved.”
Then she removed her outer robe and draped it over the woman.
Though soiled, it would suffice to cover her body for now.
As Bu Eunseol surveyed her surroundings, she noticed another sealed door carved into the opposite wall.
Whoosh.
Once more invoking the dharma of wind’s principles, she glided through that passage,
and finally, a bright light revealed itself along with a corridor leading upward.
* * *
Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon, bound in the Training Grounds, had all their stored wind and cloud energy drained through the Golden Path’s mechanism.
“Now comes the hour of death.”
Hyang Elder gazed at the radiance flowing through the Golden Path, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
And she cried out to her disciples:
“Sever the neck of the intruder who invaded this palace at once.”
A woman wielding a massive greatsword ascended into the Great Training Arena.
From the way she carried that wickedly sharp blade without hesitation, she appeared to be a professional executioner specializing in beheading criminals.
“Wait.”
Hyuk So Jin cried out sharply.
“Even a criminal deserves to speak their final words! Does Wind Divine Palace possess no such law?”
As he surveyed his surroundings with a solemn expression, Hyang Elder reluctantly nodded.
“Speak if you have final words.”
Hyuk So Jin hesitated, then spoke with desperate earnestness.
“…Spare my life.”
Hyang Elder’s expression turned blank.
But soon she realized Hyuk So Jin was merely stalling for time.
She cried out with irritation:
“Sever his neck at once.”
Whoosh!
As the woman wielding the greatsword moved to behead Hyuk So Jin in one swift motion,
Clang.
A violet radiance burst forth from Hyuk So Jin’s body where the blade struck, accompanied by sharp crackling sounds.
He had released the suppressed Blood Sealing Points.
Crash!
Simultaneously, not only the chains forged from hyeolchel shattered, but the Golden Path beneath them was obliterated as well.
Rumble.
At the same moment, white steam began pouring from above Hyuk So Jin’s head like from a steamer.
Hyuk So Jin had long since reached the Ogijowan realm.
During his time at Okryong Seolsan, he had mastered the technique of storing internal energy separately through the inner cultivation secrets and Taoist secrets that Bu Eunseol had recited.
Yet he had deliberately feigned suppression before the disciples of the Wind Divine Palace.
Bu Eunseol would surely return.
Until his fate was confirmed.
He had intentionally worn an expression of agony while pretending to be subdued.
But when Bu Eunseol did not return and they moved to kill him, he finally unleashed his true power.
Flash!
From Hyuk So Jin’s body, which had opened its eyes anew, an indescribable and wondrous radiance emanated.
His martial force had recovered in an instant.
“How is this possible?”
As Hyang Elder questioned, Hyuk So Jin answered with confidence.
“Well, there are various secrets to such things.”
And just as he was about to release Jegal Seowoon’s Blood Sealing Point,
Crack!
Impact sounds began to emanate from his body as well.
Simultaneously, with a metallic click, the chains binding him loosened effortlessly.
He too, like Hyuk So Jin, had long since released his Blood Sealing Point and freed his chains.
“The Main House also possesses a secret—dividing the flow of true energy into two streams, rendering any seal ineffective.”
Remarkably, Jegal Seowoon had likewise deliberately allowed himself to be subdued.
To observe what they truly desired and how the situation would unfold.
“Hmm.”
Hyang Elder’s expression grew troubled.
Jegal Seowoon, the young master of the Jegal Family, was needless to say.
Hyuk So Jin was already one of the Demonic Path’s representative young generation masters.
If these two were to resist with resolve, the Wind Divine Palace’s forces would suffer considerable losses.
“There is no need for concern.”
At that moment, a clear voice rang out,
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The Great Training Arena began to be surrounded by hundreds of Black Shadows.
Whoosh! Boom!
Simultaneously, a shadow soared from the distant sky, landing at tremendous speed.
The ground cracked from the impact, yet the shadow’s legs remained unharmed.
Upon landing, he had exerted tremendous force to spring lightly upward, and it was merely the resulting pressure that had created the fissure in the earth.
He was none other than Mu Sim Young of the Gwi Il Gye, Yong Hoe.
“Your patience is remarkable. To remain bound all this time with a body perfectly intact.”
Yong Hoe’s appearance and martial force had somehow transformed.
A gentle breeze continuously swirled around his body, and his martial force spread naturally with an unrestrained quality.
“Surely not.”
Jegal Seowoon’s eyes gleamed.
“You received transmission of the Wind Cloud Divine Technique in the meantime?”
Yong Hoe laughed heartily.
“Thanks to you all, I obtained it with ease.”
And the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
“With two Demonic Path disciples infiltrating and committing atrocities, wouldn’t So Gung Ju naturally feel pressed for time?”
Yong Hoe, in cooperation with Hyang Elder,
pinned the deaths of the participants who entered the Secret Cave on Bu Eunseol,
and announced that Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon had confessed to being conspirators in the plot.
With the Palace Lord absent and such calamity befalling the palace, So Gung Ju must have felt an overwhelming sense of crisis.
In the end, disregarding proper procedure, she manifested the Wind Divine Technique through unity with Yong Hoe and divided its power between them.
“Let’s see what you can do!”
Jegal Seowoon deployed the technique of surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao, pouring lightning-swift force upon Yong Hoe’s head.
The only way to break through an encirclement of so many forces and survive was to seize him as a hostage.
Crash!
But before Jegal Seowoon could subdue Yong Hoe, he was sent flying backward dozens of paces.
As though struck by an invisible fist.
“I told you—I’ve already received the transmission.”
Yong Hoe smiled, hands clasped behind his back.
Without making any movement whatsoever, he had hurled Jegal Seowoon away using the Wind Divine Technique alone.
Considering Jegal Seowoon’s martial prowess, sending him flying like a child was nearly impossible.
He had truly obtained the Wind Divine Technique—the most mysterious power among the Sasin.
“There’s no need for Wind Divine Palace to bother with such small fry.”
As Yong Hoe raised his hand, dark shadows descended behind him.
They wore masks and their eyes gleamed fiercely. They looked less like martial artists and more like highly trained assassins.
“I shall have the forces I brought deal with them.”
They were Sam Gye’s troops that had been infiltrated into Wind Divine Palace as contingency.
Once Yong Hoe received the Wind Divine Technique and became So Gung Ju’s greatest asset, he revealed his true colors without hesitation.
“Go and have some fun with them!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The masters of Sam Gye then formed a circular encirclement around Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon.
Judging by the internal energy flowing through their entire bodies,
one could infer that each of them possessed formidable martial skill that would be difficult to contend with.
Boom!
From the bodies of both Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon, waves of internal energy erupted simultaneously.
Crash!
As Hyuk So Jin spread both palms, violet radiance burst forth in multiple streams from behind him.
The supreme ultimate technique of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji—the Extreme Heaven Demonic Art that could shatter all forces.
He had unleashed the Divine Flame Demonic Qi.
But before the Divine Flame Demonic Qi could extend, the ranks of the masked assassins collapsed in an instant.
Jegal Seowoon had deployed first the Je Gal Family’s supreme secret art, the Stellar Position Heavenly Way.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Whether the Je Gal Family’s martial arts manifested through palm or blade, they contained wondrous formation patterns woven within.
As a result, the Masked Assassins moved in the wrong directions and collided with one another.
“Scatter and attack.”
The Masked Assassins were masters of the Je Gal Family’s secret martial arts.
They dispersed in all directions to defend against Seong Wi Cheon Do, attacking chaotically.
“Remarkably solid. Seong Wi Cheon Do’s techniques inflict no significant damage.”
Boom!
Yet a violet net-like radiance spread outward, and sharp beams of light pierced into the vital points of the Masked Assassins.
Having discerned that they possessed bodies impervious to weapons, she adapted.
She unleashed Shin Yeol Ma Ki in the form of sharp spears, attempting to shatter their thick flesh.
Crack, crack, crack.
As the Masked Assassins fell, Jegal Seowoon spread his force field wide once more.
Though their paths differed entirely,
the two displayed an improvised, flawless harmony, complementing each other’s martial weaknesses.
Hyuk So Jin’s Shin Yeol Ma Ki, though unable to vary its form greatly,
possessed a far stickier and more persistent nature than Bu Eunseol’s Yeui Jin Gyeol.
Jegal Seowoon not only infused the subtleties of Seong Wi Cheon Do into each move,
but also freely wielded Yeok Seong Hun Cheon—a technique so difficult that even the brilliant masters of the Je Gal Family struggled to execute it.
That is, a method of reversing an enemy’s movements in memory to unravel their defenses.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
As the two unleashed their full power with their backs pressed together, the Masked Assassins lost their bearings and staggered,
their vital points struck, falling helplessly.
When the Je Gal Family’s unique martial subtleties and Jeol Cheon Myul Ji’s supreme demonic arts unfolded,
it became an unstoppable attack, seamless as heaven’s garment without seams.
Whoosh.
Yet wounds multiplied across Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon’s bodies.
The Masked Assassins they faced were none other than masters of the Gwi Il Gye.
Elite forces of a faction that possessed and restored the world’s finest martial arts—two individuals alone could not withstand them.
After roughly a quarter hour had passed,
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the two were driven into the wall at the far end of the Training Grounds of Poong Sin Palace.
“Huff.”
Hyuk So Jin had exhausted Shin Yeol Ma Ki to its limit, and had not a single finger’s strength remaining.
Death held no fear,
but only regret filled the final moment—that I could not see Bu Eunseol.
Jegal Seowoon too had depleted his inner force, his dantian aching as though it would tear.
Yet he too had unleashed every ability he possessed, fighting with all his might.
There was nothing left to desire, nothing left to regret.
“Hehehehe. Are you prepared to die?”
At Yong Hoe’s cold cry, Jegal Seowoon straightened his chest and spoke with clarity.
“In this world, if one has played well for a time, that is enough. What more could one ask for?”
Hyuk So Jin, standing beside him, also chuckled and spoke to Jegal Seowoon.
“Jegal Brother. It seems this place will be our grave.”
Then, gazing up at the distant sky, he sighed deeply.
“Though we were not born in the same hour, to die together on the same day… this too is no ordinary fate.”
Hyuk So Jin had already transcended life and death, and even in his final moments, he cast jokes into the void.
Hearing his words, Jegal Seowoon’s chest tightened, and his spirit surged to its zenith.
“I have long been unable to speak of this, but…”
He drew forth words he had buried deep within his heart.
“Ever since we dealt with Yi Hun Gwang Ja, I have come to respect Muk Hon Ryeong Ju and you, Brother Hyuk. Yet our paths diverged, and I could not express it.”
“Jegal Brother.”
“If we meet again in the Afterlife, let us share a drink.”
The two men, brimming with righteous fervor, gazed steadily at each other and smiled.
“Let us do so.”
Boom!
Hyuk So Jin gathered the last remnants of his inner power and unleashed the Divine Flame Demonic Qi at maximum intensity.
His body became obscured beneath a violet radiance so brilliant it was nearly invisible.
Whoosh!
Jegal Seowoon likewise drew upon all his strength, pulling his inner power to its peak, and dozens of afterimages materialized around him.
He was unleashing the Jegal Family’s secret technique—the Heavenly Mechanism Illuminating Transference Art.
“Hah!”
And finally, as the ultimate strike containing the life force of both men was about to pour down upon the Masked Assassins,
Screeeech.
Suddenly, a strange metallic grinding sound echoed from one corner of the Great Training Arena.
“…”
Thunk.
After a long silence, the floor at the center of the Martial Arts Arena slowly opened.
Swish.
And from within, a gray silhouette wielding a rusted iron sword slowly emerged, head first.
The clothes were drenched in dust and blood, and the entire body was covered in wounds.
Yet the mysterious eyes visible between the long hair were so clear they could be seen distinctly from ten leagues away.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“Bu Brother?”
In that instant, Hyuk So Jin withdrew his Divine Flame Demonic Qi and cried out.
“Bu Brother!”
He embraced Bu Eunseol and shouted.
“What on earth has happened?”
Bu Eunseol gazed in turn at the wretched forms of Hyuk So Jin and Jegal Seowoon,
And at the Masked Assassins surrounding them, then exhaled a weary sigh.
“You have endured much hardship.”
“What exactly has occurred?”
Bu Eunseol pointed at Yong Hoe, who stood behind the Masked Assassins with his arms crossed.
“That bastard shoved me into a trap below. So I broke through and escaped.”
Yong Hoe and Hyang Elder, who had been watching from afar as Bu Eunseol returned alive and unscathed, widened their eyes in disbelief.
―How is this possible?
The Pung Shin Haeng Ro they had forced her into
was laden with death traps so lethal that even the Palace Lords of old dared not attempt to breach it.
Now, with the exit completely sealed, even the greatest master under heaven could never escape alive—it was a place of certain death.
Yet how had she, whose body was far from recovered, emerged unscathed?
Moreover, how could a mechanism unknown even to the disciples of Wind Divine Palace be installed in the Training Grounds?
“Hyang Elder. What in the world has happened?”
When Yong Hoe asked, Hyang Elder pondered for a long moment before grasping the situation and nodding.
“Perhaps… she discovered a mechanism connected to Pung Shin Haeng Ro that even our palace’s disciples were unaware of, Great Lord.”
“Hmm.”
Yong Hoe exhaled sharply through his nose and stared intently at Bu Eunseol’s pitiful state.
‘She’s still not in proper condition.’
He had mastered a secret technique that allowed him to gauge an opponent’s inner force circulation through sight alone, without direct contact.
Thus he could discern that Bu Eunseol’s internal energy remained depleted to its depths.
“A pity. You clawed your way out of that trap with such effort, only to descend into hell once more.”
“Great Lord.”
Bu Eunseol, gazing at Yong Hoe, sighed heavily.
“So you’ve finally obtained the Pung Shin Divine Technique.”
“Then why do you intrude uninvited into another’s celebration?”
Yong Hoe clicked his tongue as he spoke.
“Had you remained still, you would never have died in a place like this.”
*Whoosh.*
As Yong Hoe raised his hand, the Masked Assassins arrayed before him assumed combat stance once more.
But at that moment, Hyang Elder spoke in a low voice.
“Great Lord. Would it not be better to dispose of her yourself, alone?”
Though Yong Hoe held the title of Mu Sim Young within the Gwi Il Gye, he remained virtually unknown in Gangho.
Hyang Elder hoped this opportunity would allow him to demonstrate his authority as Great Lord of Wind Divine Palace before all the disciples.
“An excellent suggestion.”
Yong Hoe nodded and smiled as he stepped forward.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju. You are regarded as the finest successor of the next generation within the Demonic Path.”
“….”
“Do you have the courage to face me in single combat?”
He still perceived that Bu Eunseol had not fully recovered her body.
He intended to eliminate her alone in this moment and seize her brilliant reputation for himself.
“Would Bu Brother deign to face the likes of you?”
At that, Hyuk So Jin stepped forward, wreathed in violet force.
“Bu Brother. Allow me to crush this bastard in one blow.”
Hyuk So Jin was well aware of it too.
That Bu Eunseol had yet to fully recover her body.
But Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“I’ll do it.”
“But Bu Brother….”
“It’s fine.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with firm resolve.
“I still have enough strength to sever that bastard’s head.”
Then she looked between Jegal Seowoon and nodded.
“You’ve worked hard, so rest a bit with him.”
Jegal Seowoon’s expression turned puzzled.
Even if Bu Eunseol defeated Yong Hoe, those countless troops wouldn’t simply stand by and watch.
A full-scale battle would inevitably break out, but…
Wasn’t Bu Eunseol displaying an attitude as though she could handle everything alone?
“Understood.”
At that moment, Hyuk So Jin’s face brightened with a smile.
“Jegal Brother. Let’s just watch, shall we?”
Bu Eunseol never spoke carelessly, nor did she ever act recklessly.
If she said she would sever his head, then Yong Hoe’s head would certainly be severed, and there would be no need for them to intervene.
“Very well.”
Jegal Seowoon didn’t fully understand, but he nodded in agreement.
It wasn’t because he believed Bu Eunseol was some kind of deity or anything like that.
He and Hyuk So Jin had already transcended mere comradeship and become true brothers.
If he believed, then he too must believe.
With a sharp ring, the Muk Hon Sword was drawn.
Bu Eunseol stepped forward slowly.
Yong Hoe too began walking forward at a measured pace.
The two stopped when they were about three paces apart.
A pale blue shimmer rippled through the air.
The wind flowing from Yong Hoe’s body grew increasingly fierce.
It was as though the rushing wind itself revealed the state of his spirit.
“Show me why the Wind Cloud Divine Technique is invincible.”
A sharp crack split the air.
Without any attack having been launched, crimson blood suddenly streamed from Bu Eunseol’s cheek.
A wind sharp as a blade’s edge had grazed across her face.
“Hmm.”
Even as blood dripped from her cheek, Bu Eunseol stood with an unmoved expression.
Then she gripped the Muk Hon Sword and unleashed her swordplay.
With almost no inner force remaining, she couldn’t employ the Musang Cheon Ryu style, and could barely manifest sword energy to a distance of one pace.
Yet she did not hesitate to attack. It was still more than enough strength to strike down Yong Hoe.
Slash, slash, slash!
I unleashed three consecutive sword strikes.
The exquisite technique ensnared not only Yong Hoe’s lower body, but his torso and head in a single, sweeping motion.
“Your swordsmanship is quite remarkable.”
Yong Hoe remained motionless where he stood, opening his palm wide.
Instantly, a tremendous current of energy erupted outward, hurling my sword qi skyward in one fell swoop.
Flash.
In that same instant, brilliant light burst forth from Yong Hoe’s right hand.
Seizing that fleeting opening, he unleashed a razor-sharp Wind Divine technique as swift as lightning.
Whoosh.
But I had already anticipated such a maneuver and evaded swiftly.
Yet an astonishing development unfolded.
Yong Hoe had somehow positioned himself behind me, both hands raised high.
He had deployed the Wind Divine technique to move at ultra-high speed, circling behind me.
“Die.”
Yong Hoe poured forth his full power, unleashing a piercing strike.
Screech!
Yet his blow struck the Martial Arts Arena floor in a shower of sparks, passing through empty air.
“What sorcery is this?”
Yong Hoe cried out in bewilderment, his voice booming.
Despite having clearly struck me, the Wind Divine technique had passed harmlessly through my body.

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