The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 811

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Chapter 811.
“What did you say?”
The Blue-Robed Elder had been confident from the start that Bu Eunseol could not refuse the covenant.
Because this young one had already glimpsed his martial prowess.
Having perceived that distant realm, she would surely understand that resistance was impossible.
“Do you truly wish to die?”
“That is not my intention.”
Bu Eunseol redirected the conversation.
“You called yourself a messenger, so I believe you must represent someone’s interests.”
“That is correct.”
“I am grateful. Yet you have answered me honestly throughout.”
When the Blue-Robed Elder readily acknowledged this, Bu Eunseol bowed respectfully and spoke.
Though there was no need for him to do so.
I understood that he had answered faithfully all along.
“To speak plainly, I do not wish to be bound by anyone at this moment.”
If I were to accept the covenant?
My future path would surely be greatly constrained.
My purpose is to find Hyung Su, who murdered my grandfather.
But if I were to unconditionally obey someone’s commands… there might come a time when I cannot achieve my grandfather’s vengeance.
Moreover, the Blue-Robed Elder said he was a messenger representing someone’s will.
If that were so, he would have no power to make decisions. There would be no possibility of negotiating with him at all.
“Haha.”
Despite the firm refusal, the Blue-Robed Elder actually smiled.
“Yes, one must possess such audacity to be worthy of accepting a covenant at your age.”
The old man nodded, his expression almost pleased.
“Of course, if you continue to build your power and strengthen yourself, you might manage to resist a few times.”
“….”
“But you will soon learn, crying out in anguish, that those strong ones who have not entered the covenant can only meet the most wretched of ends.”
A radiance unlike before blazed forth from the Blue-Robed Elder’s eyes.
“Of course, there is another way. If you were to become a Demon Lord without emotion… perhaps you might escape that suffering.”
In that moment, Bu Eunseol’s expression hardened.
The Blue-Robed Elder was not threatening her.
She realized he was genuinely informing her of this as one possible path.
“Why do you help me?”
“It shows, does it not?”
The Blue-Robed Elder admitted it honestly.
“No Bu likes clever and spirited young people like you. And I hope you live as long as possible.”
Bu Eunseol sighed.
Even knowing the Blue-Robed Elder was merely a messenger, I could not refrain from speaking these words.
“Tell the one who urges me to accept this covenant. The condition is simple.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with unwavering resolve.
“Bring me the one who killed my grandfather, Chil Ji Ma Do Bu Chanyang. And bring me those who desecrated his remains. If you do, I will offer not merely the covenant, but my very life.”
“Still, you do not understand.”
The Blue-Robed Elder shook his head with a look of regret.
“You possess boundless potential for growth. There is no need to cling to such things.”
He spoke as though attempting to persuade her.
“Such obsessions will only destroy your life.”
“My life was destroyed long ago.”
Bu Eunseol’s voice dropped to barely a whisper.
“My life’s purpose is singular and absolute—to eliminate Hyung Su, who murdered my grandfather, and those who defiled his corpse.”
“Do you believe Bu Chanyang acted only righteously?”
The Blue-Robed Elder spoke with sorrowful eyes.
“In those days, no one in Murim killed more people than Bu Chanyang.”
“My grandfather surely made mistakes. Perhaps he committed deeds he would regret for a lifetime.”
“You understand well.”
“What does that matter?”
A crimson radiance blazed from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
“My grandfather was my everything. My only world, my sole hope, the very reason for my existence.”
“Bu Eunseol.”
“I care not how formidable you are, nor how completely you command the forces of Murim.”
A devastating light emanated from Bu Eunseol’s gaze, as though she would shatter all creation itself.
“If Hyung Su is the heavens, I will sever the heavens. If he is the earth, I will obliterate it.”
Though her words were contradictory and illogical.
The Blue-Robed Elder finally understood.
The profound depths of Bu Eunseol’s hatred.
The conviction with which she had lived all these years.
“How tragic.”
The Blue-Robed Elder shook his head.
“I harbored no particular malice toward you. Rather, I had hoped you would survive to the end and become an exceptional figure bearing one pillar of Murim.”
He slowly extended his right hand.
“Yet this tragic conclusion has come to pass.”
A deep rumbling echoed.
The entire world suddenly turned pitch black, and Bu Eunseol found herself sinking into a viscous liquid.
“Experience the power of No Bu.”
Black mist swirled within the Blue-Robed Elder’s eyes.
“And repent in Hell.”
In that instant, Bu Eunseol plummeted into an infinitely dark space.
A Mental World had unfolded.
‘How tedious.’
Even a hint of boredom flickered across Bu Eunseol’s gaze.
To the warriors of Murim, the Mental World was utterly foreign—an unstoppable attack incarnate.
Yet I had grown so accustomed to it that it had become tedious, and by now I scarcely felt the effects of ordinary forces.
A soft whisper.
As I sank endlessly into the Abyss, I began to pull myself free from the darkness through sheer willpower.
Squelch. Squelch squelch.
But the black liquid suddenly clung to my body like leeches, refusing to release me.
A sharp whistle.
In that instant, a violent wind erupted from my body, gradually peeling away the clinging liquid.
The Feng Yun Divine Technique.
This mysterious force of nature activated instantaneously upon sensing foreign energy, requiring no conscious effort on my part.
‘I cannot reveal this.’
A tremendous boom.
To conceal the Feng Yun Divine Technique’s nature, I deliberately unleashed the Women’s Severing Formation simultaneously, releasing a violent surge of inner energy.
A sharp crack.
The moment I escaped the darkness, the Blue-Robed Elder nodded approvingly.
“Yes, you wouldn’t fall so easily.”
A colossal sphere now hung in the sky, gleaming with silver radiance.
Within the moon-sized sphere, a galaxy swirled—countless stars twinkling amid the vortex.
The Blue-Robed Elder had anticipated my escape from the Abyss and unleashed the Mujik Realm’s power.
A violent rush.
Without time for thought, the massive sphere descended upon me in a torrent.
In that moment, vibrations rippled across all directions, and the surrounding landscape warped.
Just as the light-engulfed sphere was about to consume me,
“Harmony!”
I thrust both arms outward, and five-colored radiance burst forth as all my inner power poured out.
I had unleashed Harmony.
A tremendous crash.
Yet Harmony failed to destroy the sphere—it vanished in an instant.
A violent surge.
I unleashed Harmony again and again in rapid succession.
Since acquiring the Feng Yun Divine Technique,
I could now release Harmony three times consecutively if I willed it.
A deep rumbling.
Exposed to the successive waves of Harmony, the sphere’s round form twisted grotesquely, light scattering in all directions.
A brilliant flash.
In an instant, blinding white light consumed the world, and the colossal sphere that had threatened to devour me vanished without trace.
“….”
The Blue-Robed Elder’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The face that had maintained its leisurely composure throughout now hardened into rigid stone.
The smile that had lingered at the corners of his mouth vanished completely.
Part of it stemmed from shock at Bu Eunseol’s unexpected martial prowess.
But a far more devastating realization struck him.
“Sa Do Moo Myung. He was toying with me all along.”
In their previous encounter, the Blue-Robed Elder had unfolded his phase technique to match Ma Cheon Je’s strength equally.
Yet Bu Eunseol had escaped from the phase technique he deployed without difficulty.
If Bu Eunseol could slip free from a third-tier phase technique so easily, then Ma Cheon Je could never have struggled against a fourth-tier phase technique.
“Yes. That’s it. He deliberately created an illusion of equal footing.”
The Blue-Robed Elder, now comprehending everything, laughed weakly.
“The martial arts of Murim have advanced tremendously in the interim.”
But he had no time for leisurely contemplation.
A flash of light!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol seized the Blue-Robed Elder’s opening and unleashed the Tal Yeo Seong Chul Wol Sik.
Since the Blue-Robed Elder had attacked first, Bu Eunseol could strike without hesitation—severing his neck in one decisive motion.
A sharp slash.
The Blue-Robed Elder’s neck was cleanly severed by the Muk Hon Sword.
Yet he did not die.
This realm remained his Mental World.
Since his power had not completely collapsed, the Tal Yeo Seong Chul Wol Sik could not deliver death to his physical form.
“There is no need for us to fight to the death.”
The Blue-Robed Elder, observing Bu Eunseol radiating killing intent, shook his head.
“Let us end this here.”
“You wish to withdraw?”
“I do.”
The Blue-Robed Elder regarded Bu Eunseol with a bitter expression.
“But do not forget—the fact that you rejected the Covenant.”
A tremendous burst of light!
In that same moment, the Blue-Robed Elder transformed into millions of luminous points, scattering in all directions.
Bu Eunseol attempted to pursue him by spreading her heightened senses, but he had vanished completely, as though evaporated.
“So they begin to reveal themselves at last.”
Bu Eunseol exhaled deeply, staring at the place where the Blue-Robed Elder had disappeared.
Since Incheon’s emergence.
The hidden forces and figures lurking in the depths of Murim were finally appearing one by one.
“Collision is inevitable regardless.”
I had no intention of conforming to the system they had constructed.
Rather, to achieve vengeance, I would have to shatter it entirely.
“I will never retreat.”
This resolve had been firm since the moment I defeated Gwon In.
No matter what force emerged or what master appeared.
I would not flee—I would quietly pursue what must be done.
* * *
Unlike the Demonic Path, the Righteous Path Murim had.
Even before producing great masters.
Freely shared the secret techniques of each sect, and through the principle of “common transmission,” selected outstanding talents to impart martial knowledge.
Thanks to this, the Murim Alliance could maintain a power far exceeding the Demon Hall.
And the layer of masters possessing advanced martial techniques was also far thicker than those of the Demonic Path.
Furthermore, since the Righteous Path practitioners were accustomed to not concealing their martial arts and complementing one another.
The Library Pavilion of the Murim Alliance, Yeongak Dojeon, preserved without reservation the comprehensive martial knowledge of each Righteous Path sect.
The first floor housed not only martial techniques but various texts, while from this floor onward were stored the advanced martial techniques that could bring fame throughout Gangho.
And on the third floor were displayed secret manuals inscribed with supreme techniques that allowed one to look down upon Gangho and reign over it.
Moreover, though not visible from the outside, Yeongak Dojeon possessed a fourth floor.
It was said that there lay secret manuals containing the profound insights of past Alliance Lords.
Because of this, access to this place was strictly limited, and except for the Alliance Lord and Vice Alliance Lord.
No matter how senior an official, none could enter the interior without the permission of Mok Do In, who managed Yeongak Dojeon.
When the scorching sun hung at its zenith.
Footsteps echoed softly.
A figure in white walked toward Yeongak Dojeon.
With a gentle appearance and a face bearing no distinguishing features.
Yet upon the sleeves were embroidered phoenix patterns symbolizing the highest officials of the Murim Alliance.
It was Bu Eunseol, disguised as Seon Woo Jin, the Director of Cheop Mil Won.
Creak.
As she arrived before Yeongak Dojeon, the doors opened of their own accord, and a young martial artist in librarian’s garb bowed from within.
“Welcome, Director.”
Seon Woo Jin, a senior official of the Murim Alliance.
Could freely access up to the second floor of Yeongak Dojeon if advance notice was given.
And once a year, could grant access to subordinates who had rendered great service.
“We have been expecting you. Please, come inside.”
Following the young martial artist’s guidance, Bu Eunseol entered Yeongak Dojeon.
She had notified them in advance of the time of her visit.
―I was far too ignorant of Murim’s history.
Bu Eunseol was the head of Murim’s most authoritative intelligence organization in substance and name.
Yet she did not know much about Murim’s history, and truthfully had not considered it particularly important.
The past was merely the past.
She had believed the present was more important.
But now she understood.
That Murim was a place where the history of the past repeated itself.
A place that could never escape the influence of the past.
“You may move freely on this floor.”
At the librarian’s words, Bu Eunseol nodded lightly.
And she headed toward the bookshelf in the corner of the first floor.
There were numerous books about Murim’s history lined upon it.
Yet it seemed no one had ventured this far to delve into the history of Murim.
Most of the texts bore no signs of handling, maintaining an almost pristine condition.
Whoosh.
I began searching for and reading through texts that recorded Murim’s primordial history from its very origins.
While they contained no mention of the Baek Ri Family or Jin Ma, they detailed numerous unexpected events with meticulous precision.
I read through the texts with growing fascination.
Thud, thud.
Then, an unfamiliar set of footsteps echoed through the chamber.
Turning my head, I saw an elderly man with long hair neatly combed back approaching me.
It was Mok Do In, the keeper of the Yeongak Dojeon archives.
“Keeper.”
I offered a light bow, and Mok Do In nodded warmly in return.
“Seon Woo Branch Master.”
“What brings you here?”
Mok Do In smiled broadly and spoke candidly.
“I heard the Seon Woo Branch Master had arrived, so I came to pay my respects.”
Mok Do In had consistently shown considerable interest in Seon Woo Jin.
While it could be the interest of a senior member of the Murim Alliance, I sensed there was something more beneath the surface—some hidden agenda.
‘What exactly does he want from me?’
If he desired something, he could speak plainly or convey his intentions discreetly.
Yet Mok Do In had never once revealed his true thoughts.
As I pondered this, Mok Do In asked a question.
“Hmm.”
Before I could respond, he chuckled while surveying the shelves.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen a senior member of the Ben Maeng reading the books displayed here.”
The shelves here contained only texts documenting the history of Murim.
I answered honestly.
“Wandering through Gangho, I realized my ignorance of Murim’s history.”
“Why do you seek to study history?”
“Because the history of Gangho repeats itself. If I understand the past, perhaps I can predict the future to some degree.”
“Indeed.”
Mok Do In nodded and smiled with satisfaction.
“It’s remarkable that you grasped this so early.”
He gently patted my shoulder.
“Don’t let me disturb you. Continue reading. Work hard.”
“Thank you.”
As Mok Do In turned with a smile.
I held a faint smile and turned back to the shelves, resuming my reading.
Eerie.
Yet the expression on my face as I turned with that smile was.
In an instant, it hardened like ice, becoming rigid and brittle.
‘The Murim Alliance was merely a den of the Three Realms.’
A sharp, piercing light exploded across his pupils.
‘Mok Do In, were you the one called the Messenger?’
It was astonishing.
The one who had sought him out before.
The Blue-Robed Elder who conveyed information about various forces.
He was none other than Mok Do In, the Mountain Forest Gak Ju?
‘Touching my shoulder was a grave mistake.’
I could still feel the imprint of Mok Do In’s fingertips on my shoulder.
In the past, Beok Goong Ryung had discerned my disguise merely by touching Bu Eunseol’s shoulder.
This was because he had reached the pinnacle of martial arts that utilized the fingers.
And through the sensitivity of those fingertips, he possessed the ability to extract vast amounts of information.
After learning of this fact.
When I employed my disguise.
I altered not only my face but also the contours and musculature of my body.
Should someone touch my body.
They could discover anomalies through that contact.
But Mok Do In had not altered the musculature, and my hypersensitivity, enhanced by the Feng Yun Divine Technique, transcended human limitations.
Therefore, the fingers of Mok Do In that had rested upon my shoulder.
Matched perfectly with the Blue-Robed Elder who had touched my shoulder not long ago.
‘This cannot continue.’
I sensed it instinctively.
The time I could remain within the Murim Alliance was running short.
‘I must leave this place quickly.’
At last, I.
Made the decision to abandon the identity of Seon Woo Jin and depart from the Murim Alliance.
* * *
A dark Great Hall.
Upon the impossibly high ceiling, the faces of suffering people were carved in bas-relief.
Blue flames burned in the torches mounted upon the massive pillars erected throughout the hall.
At the center of the Great Hall stood a towering altar, upon which rested a coffin chamber fashioned from metal.
Glub, glub. Drip, drip.
Remarkably, crimson blood flowed from the gaps in the coffin chamber, accompanied by pale foam.
How much time had elapsed?
Clang.
With a heavy metallic sound, the lid of the metal coffin chamber, which appeared to be three feet thick, opened.
Bright red blood began to overflow and spill across the floor.
Whoosh.
At that very moment, a pale white hand suddenly thrust forth.
His fingernails were stained pitch black, and dark crimson veins bulged across the back of his hand like a spider’s web.
Squelch.
Blood spilled forth in all directions as the upper body of the muscular man emerged from the coffin chamber.
The blue flames flickering from the torches barely reached this place.
His face remained obscured in shadow, yet his crimson eyes gleamed brilliantly through the profound darkness.
“Your recovery speed appears to have accelerated further.”
At Shadow’s words, spoken while prostrate beneath the Great Hall,
[Nngh.]
The man rising from the coffin chamber released a brief, guttural sound.
From merely a single utterance, the Great Hall trembled as though the very air within had evaporated.
“And we have located another one.”
Flash.
In that instant, flames erupted from the crimson eyes that had gleamed in the darkness.
Crackle.
As he rose from the coffin chamber, his towering frame—over six feet—revealed the sharp, defined contours of his physique.
Whoosh.
Flames materialized like manifestations of murderous intent blazed from his eyes and fingertips.
Boom.
Around Shadow, who gazed into the void, an oppressive aura erupted as though splitting mountains asunder.
Though his body had not yet fully recovered, he was preparing to venture into Gangho.

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