The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 806

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Chapter 806.
Step after step.
With each footfall, golden light surged upward, as if a celestial being had descended from the heavens.
Brilliant radiance began to emanate from Myo Cheon Woo’s body.
Having seized control of the Mental World within Sim An Gyeong, Myo Cheon Woo contemplated how to face a master of the Mujik Gyeong.
―Even in a Mental World, one cannot create what is incomprehensible or does not exist.
Gazing at the tome left behind by Yu Woon Ryong, he reached a brilliant decision after careful deliberation.
An armor that could withstand any attack.
He had manifested the Celestial Divine Armor.
‘This is the best I can do.’
Myo Cheon Woo walked forward with confident strides.
Such a thing as Celestial Divine Armor does not exist in this world.
Yet surely somewhere in Murim, there must be some mystical armor capable of withstanding any conceivable attack.
Myo Cheon Woo had made the finest choice available to him within the Mental World.
Boom!
At that moment, a pale mist erupted from Myo Cheon Woo’s body along with the deafening blast.
Juk Lip In had unleashed another invisible attack.
“Impressive, I must say.”
Rumble.
Myo Cheon Woo rose from the wall with an unbothered expression.
Thanks to the Celestial Divine Armor forged in the Mental World, despite Juk Lip In’s devastating assault, he had sustained no damage whatsoever.
Crack.
Sensing the mysterious energy enveloping Myo Cheon Woo’s body, Juk Lip In assumed a proper stance for the first time.
Zing.
A faint point of light erupted from the spear’s tip.
It was the Absolute Spear Technique—something that could neither be evaded nor blocked.
Crash!
Myo Cheon Woo was struck by another invisible spear thrust, slamming into the massive wall.
Rumble.
Yet he rose again from the rubble with an unmoved expression.
“Is that all? How disappointing.”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s provocation, murderous intent flashed in Juk Lip In’s eyes.
Whoooosh.
Simultaneously, the darkened Mental World began to tremble violently.
“What?”
Rather than attacking Myo Cheon Woo, Juk Lip In was unleashing tremendous power to collapse the very space of Sim An Gyeong itself.
Immense energy poured forth.
Whoooosh.
At the same moment, the golden armor’s form began to fade.
As the space of Sim An Gyeong itself was breached, the power of the Mental World grew thin.
‘Just by pouring out my energy, I’m shaking the Sim An Gyeong?’
“That won’t do!”
I must endure until I can unleash the Mujik Gyeong’s power.
With a sharp cry, Myo Cheon Woo unfurled the Silver Flame Palm Technique.
His palm technique deployed in the Mental World was incomparably more formidable than anything he could manifest in reality.
Boom!
Each time he unleashed his palm technique, Juk Lip In gently swayed his spear shaft.
With that alone, the Silver Flame Palm Technique—powerful enough to topple heaven and earth—dissolved in an instant like melting snow.
Moreover, a piercing energy struck his body from an angle impossible to evade.
Crash!
Each collision of attacks produced deafening explosions.
Myo Cheon Woo’s martial prowess ranked among the highest of his generation, and this Mental World was his domain.
Yet Juk Lip In casually received his strikes and unleashed spear attacks from inexplicable angles.
‘He can kill me without even using Mujik Gyeong power.’
Myo Cheon Woo gritted his teeth.
Had this been actual reality, his heart would have been pierced through in an instant and he would have died.
But now he possessed armor that instantly negated ordinary attacks, and could deploy palm techniques several times more powerful than their original force.
Yet he still could not overcome Juk Lip In.
Crash!
Then, with another thunderous explosion, Myo Cheon Woo was driven into the wall.
Juk Lip In’s spear technique was not only exquisite; it extended with such subtle force that the attack was nearly imperceptible.
But the moment it touched his body, it transformed into a power capable of shattering Tianxia itself.
This ordinary man was casually displaying the supremely mysterious principles of martial arts that common practitioners could never master even in a lifetime of cultivation.
Whoosh!
Myo Cheon Woo sprang to his feet and engaged Juk Lip In once more in desperate offense and defense.
As time passed, long wounds formed across his body, and streams of inner energy from the spear penetrated as if they would sever his meridians.
The more he fought, the more his internal organs contracted, and his blood vessels swelled throughout his entire frame.
“Impossible!”
Yet Myo Cheon Woo continued the exchange as if he felt no pain.
Silence.
Juk Lip In, seeing Myo Cheon Woo endure relentlessly, momentarily ceased his offensive and stared at him intently.
Then Myo Cheon Woo deliberately smiled and provoked Juk Lip In.
“Is that all? You’re too weak.”
Within the Sim An Gyeong’s space, one could reverse an enemy’s attack only once.
Masters who had reached Mujik Gyeong could recover quickly even from severe injuries, so he had to provoke Juk Lip In into using his Mujik Gyeong power.
“…”
Yet Juk Lip In’s momentum remained as calm as flowing water, showing no sign of deploying his Mujik Gyeong power.
‘Damn it, I’ll have to provoke him further.’
Then Juk Lip In launched his attack again.
Myo Cheon Woo evaded with all his might, but the spear shaft grazed his shoulder slightly.
Boom!
A mere graze, yet the deafening impact sent Myo Cheon Woo flying backward more than a dozen paces again.
Thud, thud.
Juk Lip In approached, looking down at the fallen Myo Cheon Woo.
His gaze was utterly devoid of emotion, as though observing a struggling insect.
In Juk Lip In’s eyes, Myo Cheon Woo was nothing more than
an insect to be crushed to death—nothing less, nothing more.
“I told you I don’t die from this!”
Whoosh.
A silvery radiance erupted from Myo Cheon Woo’s body.
He had unleashed the Silver Flame Palm once more, the signature technique of Dok Moon.
Screech!
The force of the Silver Flame Palm was sharp as a blade—capable of cleaving iron in a single strike—and
its range extended across more than a dozen paces.
He possessed an innate talent for martial arts involving palm techniques.
Since mastering the palm methods of Destruction Spear Sect, his martial prowess had surged dramatically, and his bare hands wielded a power more terrifying than any weapon in Murim.
Yet it was useless against Juk Lip In.
Each time he thrust his spear, the silvery flames of the Silver Flame Palm dissipated, and his body was driven relentlessly into the walls.
But he refused to yield, hurling himself forward again and again.
Until not a drop of blood remained in his body, until he had poured out everything that remained.
He had to endure until that man exhausted his Mujik power.
He had to defeat him in Yu Woon Ryong’s stead and die.
Boom!
Another deafening explosion echoed, and Myo Cheon Woo was sent flying more than twenty paces.
Stumble.
He pushed himself upright again, but his body would not obey.
The golden armor that had surrounded him had grown faint, and a thin thread of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
‘Is it hopeless?’
Myo Cheon Woo’s eyes grew dim.
The gap in their power was so vast that Juk Lip In was not even using his Mujik power.
He wasn’t even considering it.
Creak.
Juk Lip In, as though bored with even fighting Myo Cheon Woo, raised his spear shaft with an expression of tedium.
If that crimson spear cut through the air one more time, Myo Cheon Woo’s heart would be pierced and he would die instantly.
‘Then I have no choice but to resort to my final gambit.’
Myo Cheon Woo bit his lip.
‘I can only pray it strikes his spirit.’
Since he could neither defeat Juk Lip In nor force him to use his Mujik power,
he would end his own life and abnormally collapse the Mental World.
Even if this method could not kill Juk Lip In, at the very least, having stepped into the Mental World, his spirit would suffer grievous damage.
‘Becoming an idiot would be best.’
Myo Cheon Woo took a deep breath.
And the moment he drew upon his inner strength to sever his meridians,
Drip.
A drop of blood that had fallen from the tip of his hair suddenly entered his eye.
The blood that had pooled at the edge of his brow bone had dripped directly into his pupil.
The instant he instinctively squinted,
Whoosh!
Juk Lip In’s spear cut through the air.
In that split second, he had seized Myo Cheon Woo’s opening.
And unleashed a killing technique to sever his life force in one breath.
Clang!
Then, with a clear metallic ring,
A rigid staff suddenly materialized before Myo Cheon Woo, blocking the spear strike.
Thud.
Simultaneously, a massive shadow descended from the sky before Myo Cheon Woo.
It was Yu Woon Ryong.
“Yu Woon Ryong.”
Myo Cheon Woo cried out in disbelief.
“Have you lost your mind?”
For Bu Eunseol’s sake. For Sayoung Hall’s sake.
He had asked him to live, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
Why had he returned, making such a foolish choice?
“I can’t do this alone.”
Clank.
Yu Woon Ryong retrieved the Ten-Section Staff from the ground and spoke calmly.
“Even in a Mental World, can you really corner someone like that by yourself?”
“Madman. That’s something I’ll handle. Get out of here, now.”
“I can’t do that.”
The light in Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes deepened infinitely as he gazed at Myo Cheon Woo.
“It’s the same either way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Either way, I’ll be destroyed.”
Yu Woon Ryong offered a serene smile.
“If you die, so will I.”
Myo Cheon Woo was as precious a friend to him as Bu Eunseol was.
He could not sacrifice him and live on as though nothing had happened.
“Fool. A strategist who should maintain clarity, and yet you’re capable of nothing more than this?”
“If I had possessed such clarity from the start….”
Yu Woon Ryong gazed at Myo Cheon Woo, a subtle smile playing at his lips.
“Bu Eunseol wouldn’t have followed that bastard.”
Cold as she appeared, Bu Eunseol possessed a fiercer friendship than anyone else.
Ever since knowing her, ever since being absorbed into her friendship.
The two of them could no longer maintain the ruthless detachment they once possessed.
Click.
Yu Woon Ryong, gripping the Ten-Severing Staff, took his stance.
“Now for the final journey.”
And he flashed a grin toward Myo Cheon Woo.
The two of them spent every day together within Sayoung Hall.
Because of that, they could tell what the other was thinking just by a glance.
“Alright.”
Myo Cheon Woo rose to his feet as well.
Boom!
Waves of true energy rippled outward from his body like a vortex.
Victory was not what he sought.
To unleash every ability he possessed without reservation, and to depart from this world without regret.
Rumble!
When Myo Cheon Woo’s Silver Flame Palm dyed the entire world silver,
Crash!
From the Ten-Severing Staff containing ten harmonies, a strike of Thunder-Balanced Equilibrium poured forth.
Boom! Crash! Rumble!
The martial arts of the two, unfolded with death as their resolve, literally split the heavens and shook the earth.
It became a flawless combination technique that even Juk Lip In could not ignore.
[Uu.]
Juk Lip In, who had not spoken a single word until now, finally released a strange vocalization.
Rumble.
Along with a low vibration, a crimson spear slowly extended forth.
Screech. Screech.
Then the space around Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo began to distort.
It was an absolute attack that could neither be blocked nor evaded.
“Ugh—”
Thick veins bulged across Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo’s bodies.
Since this was the space of Sim An Gyeong, ordinary power could be immediately neutralized.
But their bodies were gradually bending under the pressure.
Juk Lip In was not attacking with martial skill, but wielding some incomprehensible overwhelming force.
“Maybe… we can use it now.”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s words, Yu Woon Ryong clenched his teeth.
“No, I’m not certain if this is the Mujik Gyeong.”
“I… see.”
Blood streamed from Myo Cheon Woo’s nose.
“I’ll die waiting for that.”
As the two of them poured their full strength into their assault, a circular wave of energy rippled outward.
Yet they could not completely block the overwhelming force—their bodies began to bend and buckle under the pressure.
“I suppose so…”
At last, Yu Woon Ryong reached his limit.
If this continued, he would not even be able to cry out before his breath left him entirely.
Myo Cheon Woo and Yu Woon Ryong exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
At last—the final function of Sim An Gyeong.
They would unleash the forbidden technique that perfectly reflected the enemy’s overwhelming force back upon them, turning it into a lethal strike.
“Haaah!”
As Myo Cheon Woo roared and stamped his foot, the blackened maze around them vanished in an instant.
The real landscape and the landscape of Sim An Gyeong began to flicker and overlap.
Boom.
At that same moment, a deep vibration resonated through the air, and Juk Lip In suddenly dropped to one knee.
The force that Juk Lip In had been wielding to shake the Mental World was reflected back like a mirror, and that very force now pierced through his own body.
This was similar to what had happened in the past when In Bi In Yeon Wol, who had created the Mental World, died—Bu Eunseol, who had been exerting tremendous power within it,
had instead suffered fatal internal injuries from the very energy she herself was pouring out.
“Cough.”
Yet it was Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo who spat blood.
Simply by activating the reflection function of Sim An Gyeong, both of them had sustained severe internal injuries as well.
―Did we fail?
Even as their organs twisted in agony, the two of them clenched their teeth and glared at Juk Lip In.
Drip, drip.
Then, blood began to trickle from the corner of Juk Lip In’s mouth.
Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo watched with tense expressions.
Was the power he had just displayed the Mujik Gyeong? Had Juk Lip In suffered a fatal wound?
“No.”
Yu Woon Ryong, who had been quietly observing, shook his head.
Now that he looked closer, Juk Lip In was on one knee while circulating his internal energy.
As proof, waves of inner force rippled across his entire body.
He had not suffered fatal internal injuries at all—he was merely controlling the recoil from the reflected force.
“Damn it.”
Their injuries were so severe
that even seeing Juk Lip In circulating his energy, they could not muster the courage to launch another attack.
“There’s no choice.”
Myo Cheon Woo also sighed.
“We’ve never fought against a master of Mujik Gyeong before.”
There was no regret in their expressions.
The martial prowess of masters who had entered Mujik Gyeong exceeded all imagination.
They had unleashed every ability they possessed, and it had proven useless.
It was all Heaven’s will.
“I don’t care what your last resort is—start it quickly, before that bastard attacks again.”
Myo Cheon Woo smiled wickedly as he looked at Yu Woon Ryong.
“The final measure, you say.”
Yu Woon Ryong, like Bu Eunseol,
always prepared multiple contingencies to account for failure.
He would never have stood alone against that enemy relying solely on the Sim An Gyeong.
“You know me well.”
Yu Woon Ryong chuckled softly.
In truth, he had hidden tens of thousands of pounds of gunpowder in this place to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
Though whether it would be effective against that Juk Lip In remained uncertain… but he had to try everything within his power.
Whoosh.
Myo Cheon Woo rapidly traced something on the ground with his right foot.
The interior landscape then trembled violently before slowly melting away like water.
He had completely released the space of the Sim An Gyeong.
Thud.
At that same moment, Myo Cheon Woo collapsed helplessly to his knees.
“Myo Cheon Woo.”
“I’m fine.”
Myo Cheon Woo wiped the blood trickling from his lips and shook his head.
“I was prepared for this from the start.”
Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes wavered.
This Sim An Gyeong was something Yu Woon Ryong had forcibly completed to save his father, Yu Jung Poong.
Due to the incomplete doctrine, it had remained fundamentally unfinished from the beginning.
Simply by containing that flawed space… both spirit and body were bound to collapse.
Drip, drip.
As Myo Cheon Woo opened his mouth, crimson clots of blood poured forth.
“Hurry. Before my breath stops.”
“Myo Cheon Woo.”
Yu Woon Ryong gripped the hand of the collapsed Myo Cheon Woo, who was bleeding profusely, with trembling fingers.
Whooom.
As he drew upon his inner energy, the limp Segmental Staff suddenly stiffened like a cudgel.
“Then… let’s meet again in Hell.”
The moment Yu Woon Ryong was about to drive the sharpened Segmental Staff into the ground,
“Wait. Hold on.”
A clear voice emerged from Myo Cheon Woo’s lips, who had been dying moments before.
When Yu Woon Ryong turned his head, the lying Myo Cheon Woo was blinking with a perfectly composed expression.
“What is it?”
“No, it’s just…”
Myo Cheon Woo stroked his neck and tilted his head in confusion.
“I thought my breath was stopping, but… I feel refreshed now? My body seems fine too.”
“What?”
But something strange happened.
Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes turned transparent for a moment, then with a wet sound, he spewed out a large mass of blood.
He collapsed.
Just like Myo Cheon Woo, he was bleeding and gasping for breath.
“What, was I the one dying?”
Yu Woon Ryong, sprawled on the ground, gasped for breath for a long while.
But he too did not die.
“So that’s how it was.”
Only then did Myo Cheon Woo nod as if he had grasped something.
“You were trying to create the Mental World alone, weren’t you?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s right, you say.”
Myo Cheon Woo smiled faintly.
“But now we are two. And we are united in our resolve to kill that bastard.”
From the start, Sim An Gyeong was incomplete.
Yu Woon Ryong had used a method of unfolding Sim An Gyeong by mortgaging his life force.
Therefore, whether Hyung Su was dealt with or not, the caster’s death was inevitable.
But Yu Woon Ryong had entered the Mental World through the exact same path as Myo Cheon Woo.
And he had tried to defeat the enemy with their combined will.
That is, the life force that should have been consumed enough to cost him his life was now being endured by two people sharing the burden.
And thanks to that, he did not die.
“So that’s what it was.”
Yu Woon Ryong slapped his forehead.
He had failed to grasp such a simple principle until now.
“It was never meant to be unfolded alone.”
The reason why unfolding Sim An Gyeong would inevitably result in death.
From the beginning, Sim An Gyeong was.
A technique meant to be unfolded together with the combined strength of multiple people.
“Either way, all that’s left is to die again.”
At Myo Cheon Woo’s words, Yu Woon Ryong’s expression grew regretful.
“I wish I could have conveyed this principle and then died.”
Both men had suffered fatal internal injuries and could no longer fight.
“Then let’s go.”
Before Juk Lip In could gather his strength, the buried explosives had to be detonated.
“Hah!”
With a shout, Yu Woon Ryong gritted his teeth and drove the Ten-Section Staff into the ground.
“…”
But there was no response.
“Ah.”
Yu Woon Ryong pressed his forehead again, as if realizing something.
“I made another mistake.”
“Don’t tell me it required a certain level of inner energy to detonate.”
“Exactly. If not buried deeply enough, it could be discovered or cause accidental detonation. I set it to respond only to Cold Flame True Qi.”
“That’s unlike you to make such a mistake.”
Myo Cheon Woo chuckled softly.
“Well, you must have been distracted. It was about saving your father, after all.”
Yu Woon Ryong had done far too much alone this time.
He had even tampered with the information network to ensure no trace of his actions could be found.
In the midst of all this, he had to leave various instructions with Mu Gwang to prevent any gaps in Sayoung Hall’s operations.
He had to somehow complete the unfinished Sim An Gyeong and risk his life to save his father,
and prepare an intricate trap with the end in mind.
Having carried out this entire process alone…
he had failed to anticipate that his inner energy might be completely depleted at the final moment.
“Still, you managed to succeed.”
Myo Cheon Woo murmured, watching Juk Lip In, whose body was still recovering.
“To restrain a master of that caliber for half a day is no small feat.”
Instead of answering, Yu Woon Ryong collapsed beside Myo Cheon Woo.
There was nothing left to do now.
Thump, thump.
Then brisk footsteps echoed behind the two men.
Someone had approached them swiftly.
‘Was there another accomplice?’
Despite being exhausted from the fierce battle, how could someone approach this close without any warning?
―This was wrong from the start.
To bring someone of that caliber and summon additional reinforcements?
They had truly layered their meticulousness upon meticulousness, crafting a flawless plan.
“…!”
Yet when Yu Woon Ryong turned his head, his eyes widened in shock.
The approaching figure was none other than Bu Eunseol, dressed in the gray robes of the Destruction Spear Sect.
“Bu Eunseol, how did you—”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol threw a small wooden box, her eyes blazing with fury.
Inside were pairs of Jade Spirit Stone Oil, which restored all manner of internal and external injuries, and Sleeping Demon Pills.
Bu Eunseol spoke in a strained voice, suppressing the rage threatening to burst forth.
“Take them now. Before your wounds worsen.”
“What’s going on?”
“Tak Il Hon told me. I wanted to pretend not to know, calling it touching friendship… but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo.
They were Bu Eunseol’s closest confidants, but unlike her other subordinates, they had no particular safeguards.
Because the martial prowess of those two was among the highest of their generation.
However, Bu Eunseol did not find reassurance in that fact.
And as a precaution, should they ever leave Sayoung Hall, she had asked Tak Il Hon to ensure their movements were reported to her without fail.
Just as So Yo, who was always by her side.
By constantly tracking their whereabouts, she could prevent any dangerous situations before they arose.
“Did you not trust me?”
In Bu Eunseol’s eyes, as she spoke in a low voice, a flash of anger flickered.
That Yu Woon Ryong and Myo Cheon Woo, without any consultation with her whatsoever.
Had attempted to throw away their lives—this filled her with extreme fury.
“You know better than anyone that wasn’t what I meant.”
Yu Woon Ryong sighed.
“You are not alone. If something were to go wrong, what would become of the subordinates who look only to you?”
“Have I forgotten why I came to Gangho?”
From Bu Eunseol’s eyes, Jeong Gwang radiated outward.
“If I lose those close to me in pursuit of revenge… what meaning could such vengeance possibly hold?”
Yu Woon Ryong’s pupils wavered like ripples on water.
In truth, he had known for a long time.
That to Bu Eunseol, they were all family.
For the sake of avenging family.
Rather than sacrifice family… she would abandon such revenge entirely.
“Yes, I understand now.”
Yu Woon Ryong lowered his head.
When his grandfather died, the world had crumbled, and to find Hyung Su, he had ventured into Gangho and wandered alone.
To such a Bu Eunseol… he had nearly forced her to experience the death of family once more.
“I’m sorry.”
Yu Woon Ryong bit his lip.
“This will never happen again.”
And he looked toward Juk Lip In, who was controlling the power within his body.
“But you should understand what Woon Ryong is saying too.”
Myo Cheon Woo spoke, gesturing toward Juk Lip In.
“That man is a master of Mujik Gyeong. Rather than sacrifice countless martial artists… we had no choice but to end it this way among ourselves.”
“Why sacrifice anyone?”
“What?”
Bu Eunseol walked toward Juk Lip In with an impassive expression.
“I will handle it alone.”
“Wait, wait. That man is…”
As Myo Cheon Woo raised his hand to stop her, Yu Woon Ryong grabbed him.
“Let her be.”
“Let her be? Did you not see his strength?”
“She can win.”
“What?”
Yu Woon Ryong, watching Bu Eunseol’s retreating figure, broke into an immensely proud smile.
“That girl has already entered the Mujik Gyeong.”

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