The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 805

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Chapter 805.
Yu Woon Ryong laughed with a melancholic air.
Creating a Mental World without ascending to the Mujik Gyeong was, in essence, transcending the limits of martial doctrine itself.
Yet it remained possible because.
The Giyugeum Yao was an ancient compendium encompassing mystical organizational formations, formation techniques, the Eight Trigrams Evasion, sorcery, and grand methods.
And Yu Woon Ryong, possessed of a genius intellect, had merged the subtleties of current Murim martial arts with the profound mysteries of formation techniques.
Still, it remained incomplete and riddled with flaws.
After much deliberation, Yu Woon Ryong ultimately.
Modified it so that it could be deployed using life force as its foundation. Only then could the Sim An Gyeong be manifested independently.
Thus, even if successful.
The moment the Sim An Gyeong was dispelled, the caster’s spirit and body would shatter into fragments.
“My only task is to endure until that Hyung Su is forced to unleash his Mujik power.”
No matter how formidable a master might be.
A killing blow rebounding instantly upon one’s own body—none could anticipate such a thing.
Even if they did foresee it, blocking it would be impossible.
The instant the enemy unleashes their ultimate strike, I will activate an ability to perish together with them.
The true question was whether one who had reached the Mujik Gyeong could be made to feel threatened.
If, no matter how desperately Yu Woon Ryong struggled, he posed no real danger?
Then Hyung Su would have no reason to employ his Mujik power.
“There is no other method to stand against a master of the Mujik Gyeong.”
Those who had entered the Mujik Gyeong possessed bodies fundamentally different from ordinary Murim practitioners, and could not be felled by conventional martial techniques or strikes.
In the end, the only means to slay them instantly was Mujik power itself, or something equivalent.
If Hyung Su refused to deploy his Mujik power, there would be no way to defeat him.
“Hah.”
Having completed all his calculations in his mind, Yu Woon Ryong wiped the sweat trickling down his brow.
The Sim An Gyeong—a mystical domain woven from countless ghosts and formation techniques layered upon one another.
Merely comprehending and calculating them consumed an immense amount of mental strength.
“It matters not.”
His own life held no weight in his thoughts anymore.
“Only.”
Yu Woon Ryong gazed toward the Distant Sky.
“I feel only sorrow toward them.”
There, he could almost see Bu Eunseol and Myo Cheon Woo watching him, along with the Lords of Sayoung Hall and his comrades.
Should they learn of this truth.
They would rage greatly and curse him.
Yet this was the only way.
Bu Eunseol was a prodigy rewriting the history of Gangho, but no hero who would abandon all for the greater good.
Even as she rushed toward vengeance, her bonds ran infinitely deep.
Without her comrades and subordinates, she could never endure alone—she was like a lonely child.
Because of his personal affairs.
He could not bring harm to the companions who sustained him.
“Not much time remains now.”
Yu Woon Ryong murmured, gazing toward the distant sky.
Soon his father, Yu Jung Poong, would arrive.
And that man of unbending principle would actually welcome the assassin’s blade.
For it would be death in service to the Emperor.
Even if such circumstances repeated a hundred times over, he would unhesitatingly offer his life.
“A state official’s devotion to the nation cannot be a flaw. Yet….”
He shook his head, recalling the past.
The resentment that still lingered in his heart—
toward Yu Jung Poong had not yet dissolved.
“Why can humans never completely forget the things of yesterday?”
Yu Woon Ryong’s mind conjured the image of his mother dying in agony.
Even as she suffered so terribly in death, all she worried about was his father, Yu Jung Poong.
Though I still cannot forgive him, my mother loved him so dearly.
The father she worried over so deeply.
I cannot allow him to die at the hands of some worthless Murim ruffian clinging to Dong Chang for wealth and glory.
“Enjoying yourself?”
A figure approached from the distance.
Short hair, eyes sharp and narrow as a hawk’s, with the broad back of a bear and the waist of a tiger—a sturdy man.
It was Myo Cheon Woo.
“How did you—”
Yu Woon Ryong’s face hardened, and Myo Cheon Woo chuckled softly.
“If you, who hold information, let it slip, then naturally you become a surveillance target as well. Did you forget that?”
“That’s impossible. I was certain I covered my tracks perfectly.”
Yu Woon Ryong had not only erased his movements completely, anticipating such a possibility.
He had also taken measures to ensure his trail would not be discovered by any intelligence organization, including Sa Hon Dae.
Yet Myo Cheon Woo had grasped it all at once and sought him out?
“I was joking. If you deliberately hide, who could find you?”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke with a bitter smile.
“Mu Gwang told me. Everything.”
Mu Gwang had been troubled by the sight of Yu Woon Ryong departing with a smile.
In the end, after much deliberation, he sought out Myo Cheon Woo and told him everything.
They were the closest of friends, after all.
He would surely not leave Yu Woon Ryong alone.
“I heard your family had come. So I investigated.”
Myo Cheon Woo eventually encountered Jang Gang again.
And from him, he learned the entire story.
“And?”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke coldly.
“What difference does your presence make?”
“Yu Woon Ryong.”
“Don’t delude yourself. Have you come all this way only to ruin everything with hollow gestures of friendship?”
Yu Woon Ryong’s expression turned glacial.
“Unlike you, I have prepared endlessly for a day like this—prepared again and again. So that even without me, that void would never be felt.”
He drew a deep breath and spoke with measured precision.
“And this is my family’s matter. It must be I who acts, and through my actions alone, it will be resolved. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Myo Cheon Woo sighed before speaking.
“Yu Woon Ryong. Do you think I came here to help you?”
“What?”
“I came as the Lord of Sayoung Battle Division.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s expression grew grave.
“Going forward, the person Bu Eunseol and Sayoung Battle Division need is not me—it is you. Yu Woon Ryong.”
“What are you saying?”
“All I do now is merely clean up after you, don’t I?”
A faint smile crossed his lips as he continued.
“But you are different. You must guide those foolish ones in Sayoung Battle Division toward the right path, and you must manage the affairs of Sayoung Battle Division itself.”
“….”
“And then there is the Muhon Society. As they grow stronger, your strength will become ever more necessary.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s anger flared.
He could no longer bear to listen to Myo Cheon Woo’s words.
“Myo Cheon Woo!”
“It’s the truth.”
Myo Cheon Woo offered a composed smile.
“When I was absent for so long to heal my shattered dantian, Sayoung Battle Division still functioned well, didn’t it? Because you managed it so capably. Isn’t that right?”
“So you’re saying you’ll die in my place?”
“I told you—not for your sake.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s expression became solemn once more.
“For Bu Eunseol. And for those remaining in Sayoung Battle Division.”
“I refuse.”
“Yu Woon Ryong. Aren’t you the one lost in this trivial game of friendship?”
Myo Cheon Woo’s face turned utterly cold.
“The strategist of Sayoung Battle Division, acting recklessly without calculation or foresight?”
“This is my matter.”
“Don’t be absurd. Do you truly believe you have personal matters left?”
He spoke with unwavering resolve.
“From the moment we entered Demon Palace. No—from the moment we swore to spend our lives devoted to that one—we surrendered any right to personal affairs.”
And he gazed toward the Distant Sky.
“Think carefully. Why did we bind ourselves to Demon Palace? What is it we truly seek in the end?”
There was no need to ponder it.
The thoughts Myo Cheon Woo harbored were ones I had already contemplated countless times myself.
Yet despite this, there was only one reason why I had no choice but to act as I did.
Myo Cheon Woo was, just like Bu Eunseol, a cherished friend more precious than life itself.
Myo Cheon Woo, too…
was a dear companion worth more than breath.
“Enough. That’s all.”
Myo Cheon Woo, having read Yu Woon Ryong’s thoughts, waved his hand dismissively.
Then, gazing at Yu Woon Ryong with his head bowed, he spoke matter-of-factly.
“Come now, tell me. How can I take your place?”
“….”
“Quickly. We have no time.”
Instead of answering, Yu Woon Ryong extended a manuscript.
It contained detailed treatises on how Sim An Gyeong was constructed and how it could be utilized.
“The formations and mechanisms within can be controlled with a single foot…is that it?”
Whoosh.
Myo Cheon Woo swiftly examined the manuscript where he stood.
“Remarkable. With such a technique, even the mightiest master could achieve mutual destruction without difficulty, could they not?”
“….”
“The challenge is endurance. Until the Mujik Gyeong manifests.”
Obscured only by Bu Eunseol’s presence.
Myo Cheon Woo possessed a genius-level aptitude for martial arts. He grasped the essence of Yu Woon Ryong’s Sim An Gyeong in a single breath.
“I find it most agreeable. Whether success or failure—leaving not a single trace in this world and departing cleanly.”
Because it remained incomplete, whether success or failure, the caster’s life would end regardless.
Snap.
Closing the manuscript, Myo Cheon Woo spoke coldly.
“Your work is finished. Leave now. Do not linger here and ruin everything.”
“Myo Cheon Woo.”
“If you are the strategist of Sayeong Hall, should you not demonstrate the utmost rationality and composure at a time like this?”
Myo Cheon Woo waved his hand again.
“I grow weary of explanations. Go, now.”
Yu Woon Ryong bit his lip.
Having shared the same pot for so long, he knew Myo Cheon Woo’s nature better than anyone.
That unnecessary meddling of his.
And because of that burning friendship, Bu Eunseol had changed, and ultimately formed deep bonds with the Lords as well.
‘But his words are true.’
Coldly speaking.
Myo Cheon Woo was not essential to Sayeong Hall.
Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon were true practitioners of the Demonic Path responsible for training and cohesion among Sayeong Hall’s warriors, and the hall’s foremost commanders.
Wi Cheon Gyeong was a strategist no less capable than Yu Woon Ryong, and his ability to analyze and refine information surpassed even mine.
Myo Cheon Woo himself understood this, and so he willingly chose to sacrifice himself in my stead.
“Understood.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes grew cold enough to emanate a chill.
Myo Cheon Woo was right.
I am the strategist of Sayoung Hall.
I must judge situations with detachment and pursue practical advantage.
Sentimentality and friendship end here.
“I will depart.”
“Well considered. I will handle everything flawlessly, so rest assured.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke matter-of-factly.
“Return quickly. Sayoung Hall will fall into chaos the longer you remain absent.”
“Indeed.”
Yu Woon Ryong turned immediately.
Myo Cheon Woo was rough and relentless—far more suited to such work than himself.
There was nothing more for me to accomplish here.
Yu Jung Poong had finally arrived at the Seo Ho Estate.
The Geum Ui Sip Pal Young, a force comparable to sect-level troops, escorted him, yet unease remained.
This place was meant to be his grave.
Yet Yu Jung Poong sat calmly within the manor, reading as though he had come for leisurely sightseeing.
For the Emperor. For the Crown Prince.
Having already accepted death, he feared nothing.
As the sun descended, black clouds suddenly gathered around the Seo Ho Estate.
A piercing cry echoed.
Simultaneously, mist rose, and a massive shadow began walking slowly forward.
Two crimson spear shafts were strapped across its back.
Wearing a bamboo hat and a dark cloth mask obscuring the face, its features were indiscernible.
With skin gleaming as though cast from molten metal and a height of seven feet, it resembled a great spear that had taken human form.
A sharp sound split the air.
As Juk Lip In appeared, fourteen shadows erupted from the earth to surround him.
Fourteen of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young guarding Yu Jung Poong had sensed the presence and rushed forth.
“An assassin sent by Dong Chang?”
Je Myeong Il, the fifth of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young, fixed his gaze upon Juk Lip In with blazing eyes.
“Do not take another step. Turn back now.”
From Je Myeong Il’s body, an aura capable of splitting the earth surged forth.
“Otherwise, I will cut you down immediately.”
Yet Juk Lip In, as though deaf to all words, continued his slow advance.
“So you will only shed tears upon seeing the coffin?”
Je Myeong Il extended his hand lightly.
A sharp resonance rang out.
Then a faint radiance flowed around Juk Lip In, forming a circular barrier of light.
It was a devastating pressure that no human body could withstand.
Crunch, crunch.
Though the earth was being pulverized into powder beneath his feet, Juk Lip In’s stride never faltered.
Rather, the more pressure cascaded down upon him, the lighter his steps became, and even the bamboo hat perched upon his head remained utterly unscathed.
Despite Je Myeong Il unleashing formidable power, he could not even damage Juk Lip In’s bamboo hat.
“A master of considerable skill.”
Je Myeong Il’s eyes narrowed.
He had wondered why Dong Chang would dispatch an assassin with such brazen confidence.
To think they would send such a formidable master alone.
“Allow me to handle this.”
At that moment, the eighth of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young, Mo Young Hwa, stepped forward.
All eighteen of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young had mastered one of the mysterious martial arts housed within the Imperial Palace Secret Repository.
These techniques possessed power and function incomparable to any martial art in the Murim.
As Je Myeong Il nodded, Mo Young Hwa smiled and advanced.
He had mastered Qian Lu Duan Ying, an Imperial Palace martial art capable of completely severing the flow of power through an enemy’s body.
No matter how formidable the martial arts Juk Lip In had cultivated,
the moment Qian Lu Duan Ying was unleashed, he would become an ordinary person incapable of wielding any power whatsoever.
Zing.
As Mo Young Hwa released his power, a pale blue mist rose around the approaching Juk Lip In’s body.
By deploying Qian Lu Duan Ying, he had dispersed all the power flowing through Juk Lip In’s body like mist.
“Hehehehe. What will you do now?”
As Mo Young Hwa chuckled and shook his head, Juk Lip In slowly reached behind his back.
Click.
He then combined two spear shafts to form a single long spear.
The shafts were stained crimson, as though soaked in blood.
“What could you possibly accomplish with a single spear?”
As Mo Young Hwa wore a scornful smile,
Thud.
Suddenly, with a peculiar sound, a clot of blood erupted from beneath his feet.
“Huh?”
Sensing something amiss, Mo Young Hwa looked down at his chest.
“When…?”
His eyes widened in disbelief.
A hole had been pierced through his heart, and blood was gushing forth from it.
Thump.
In the end, he uttered not a single word before his life was extinguished.
Mo Young Hwa’s eyes remained wide open in death.
He had not even witnessed what technique Juk Lip In had employed.
“A master of considerable skill.”
Only then did Je Myeong Il realize that Juk Lip In was a master beyond his ability to handle alone, and he nodded grimly.
“Attack him all at once!”
At his cry, the remaining Geum Ui Sip Pal Young all unleashed their martial power simultaneously.
The secret techniques they had mastered from the Imperial Palace martial arts were mysteries that even the strongest in Murim could not easily contend with.
Yet it was futile.
No matter what attack they launched.
No matter what power they wielded.
They could not stop the spear strikes of Juk Lip In.
Thwack, thwack.
Accompanied by a horrifying cutting sound,
small holes pierced through the necks and chests of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young, who had boasted invincibility until now.
―How.
Their eyes, now cold corpses, were all wide open.
Until the moment they were pierced by the spear, they harbored only one endless question.
How.
How could this possibly be happening?
How was such a thing occurring? What technique had been used?
Thud. Thud.
In less than half a moment, those who had prided themselves as the greatest within the palace
—fourteen masters of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young—had all become cold corpses.
Crunch, crunch.
Juk Lip In moved forward as though nothing had happened,
trampling over the lifeless bodies of the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young as he advanced toward the Seo Ho Estate.
And finally, the picturesque manor appeared in the distance.
It was the manor where Yu Jung Poong was staying.
Whoosh.
But then a shadow clad in martial robes tinged with grey descended from the void.
A man with a sturdy frame and short hair. It was Myo Cheon Woo.
“Greetings.”
He spoke to Juk Lip In with casual boldness.
Yet as their eyes met, cold sweat began to pour down his back.
Though the Geum Ui Sip Pal Young were martial masters of the Gwan Bu,
they were formidable experts in martial prowess no less than masters of Murim, and had mastered the mysterious Imperial Palace martial arts.
Yet how Juk Lip In had killed them, what technique he had employed—
he could not even discern it.
‘I suspected it, but it’s real.’
Myo Cheon Woo barely suppressed his trembling body.
Beyond the Sammasamjon, there existed masters in Murim who had reached the Mujik Gyeong.
‘This is the Mujik Gyeong.’
Merely meeting his gaze,
the entire world transformed into darkness, and an enormous shadow seemed to devour him before his eyes.
‘I must regain my senses.’
Since I came here to die anyway, there was no room for fear.
Yet because of Juk Lip In’s terrifying martial prowess, merely meeting his gaze
filled me with an inexplicable dread of the unknown.
“Let us begin.”
Myo Cheon Woo immediately rolled across the ground.
That Juk Lip In’s spear technique was so blindingly swift it defied the eye.
A single moment of careless composure would result in my head being severed instantly.
Boom.
As he rolled, the earth beneath his feet erupted in concentric ripples,
and the color of the ground began to shift gradually.
He had activated the Sim An Gyeong that Yu Woon Ryong had laid out over nine days.
Whoosh.
The space before both Juk Lip In and Myo Cheon Woo began to darken completely.
Thud, thud.
Yet Juk Lip In walked slowly toward Myo Cheon Woo regardless.
Then a swarm of hidden projectiles rained down upon Juk Lip In like a hive of wasps.
Each projectile was different, each hurled at different angles and with different force simultaneously.
But Juk Lip In made no evasive movement and simply continued walking.
Swoosh.
The projectiles passed through his body in an instant.
They were all illusions.
Rumble.
A massive wall rose before Juk Lip In, and a maze began to take shape.
And Myo Cheon Woo had already vanished within it.
Juk Lip In assumed the maze walls were also illusions and strode forward without hesitation.
Thud.
But suddenly a colossal wall blocked his path.
Some of the maze walls were actually real.
“….”
Juk Lip In had no intention of leisurely solving the maze.
His eyes held the contempt one reserves for an annoying fly as he gathered his power and continued forward.
Crackle. Rumble.
With each step, the maze walls crumbled like biscuits.
It was overwhelming power incarnate.
Boom. Rumble.
The darkened surroundings gradually began to reclaim their original colors.
The moment Juk Lip In believed that within this realm existed not merely illusions but something ‘real’,
the true function of the Sim An Gyeong—infused with the mysteries of Qimen Dunjia—finally awakened.
Rumble.
As the surroundings reclaimed their colors, massive walls began to rain down like a downpour.
Juk Lip In’s eyes shifted as he watched the massive boulders plummeting downward.
He had become aware that the space where he now stood
had transformed into the Mental World, where the boundary between reality and illusion had dissolved.
A sharp metallic sound rang out.
Juk Lip In slowly raised a crimson spear shaft, each section measuring a foot in length.
A resonant hum echoed through the air.
The cascading boulders gradually came to a halt.
Those masters who had reached the Mujik Gyeong
could not only wield Mujik power, but manifest that formidable force with equal potency within the Mental World itself.
‘Perfect.’
Myo Cheon Woo, watching from the shadows, let out a triumphant laugh.
‘Yu Woon Ryong—that man is truly a genius.’
The moment Juk Lip In perceived this place as a realm where fantasy and reality intertwined and channeled his power accordingly,
the previously incomplete Mental World known as Sim An Gyeong became perfectly constructed.
“Hahaha.”
Myo Cheon Woo stepped forward confidently toward Juk Lip In.
Now this realm had become a perfect Mental World, and he was its master.
That terrifying Juk Lip In no longer frightened him.

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