The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 812

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Chapter 812.
Woo Ga Chon.
A small village nestled at the eastern edge of Hang Ju.
In such a remote hamlet, lacking proper schools or martial halls, whoever could read and write took it upon themselves to teach the children.
Jin Noin.
He was the village tutor, teaching characters to the children of Woo Ga Chon.
Yet such work brought meager earnings, so whenever time permitted, he would gather bamboo and weave baskets to supplement his income.
On a winter’s night when snow fell gently and steadily.
Jin Noin sat before a brazier, its flames dancing, as he wove a basket with practiced diligence.
“Sigh.”
Having completed one basket, he exhaled wearily, his face etched with fatigue.
Seeking fresh air, he stepped outside.
A faint creaking sound.
Yet suddenly, a black hand thrust forth from the courtyard’s edge.
Crackling and scraping sounds.
The hand gradually advanced, taking on the form of a human figure.
As if tearing through darkness itself with outstretched fingers.
“Ah.”
Despite the utterly grotesque spectacle, Jin Noin gasped in wonder, watching in stillness.
A resonant boom.
At last, what emerged from the torn darkness was nothing but a shadow—a figure dyed completely black.
Brilliant moonlight poured down abundantly.
Yet the Black Shadow absorbed even light itself, manifesting as perfect darkness.
Neither face nor the form of shoes or garments could be discerned.
“The immortal does not come; the mortal does not depart.”
Jin Noin spoke in a calm, measured voice.
“Do you seek to mimic Death itself?”
Clicking his tongue, Jin Noin glanced about before shaking his head.
“I shall change location.”
With a sharp sound.
Jin Noin rose instantly into the heavens.
Unfolding an immortal’s technique, he traversed dozens of leagues in a single breath, arriving at the Reed Field beyond.
A soft landing.
The moment he touched ground, the shadow stood before him like a phantom.
It seemed he had anticipated this arrival and waited here first.
“Reveal your identity.”
“….”
“Have you come to kill No Bu?”
The black shadow gazed at Jin Noin in silence.
A resonant boom.
Yet in that moment, a tremor shook the earth, and a black shadow appeared in the distant sky.
As the shadow looked up,
a malevolent dragon the size of a house had materialized above Jin Noin’s head, its massive jaws gaping wide toward the shadow.
“Cease this pathetic mimicry of Death itself, and simply return to the Afterlife.”
Crack.
The dragon suspended in the heavens descended in a single breath, its colossal head plunging downward to swallow the black shadow whole.
And just as it rose skyward once more,
Zing.
a crimson line ignited between the dragon’s brows, burning with fierce intensity,
Shatter!
The massive head split into two pieces and crashed to the earth.
Boom.
The severed head dissolved the moment it touched the ground, melting away like snow.
The black shadow stood motionless in that very spot, as though nothing had transpired.
“Impressive indeed. To wield such power even after entering No Bu’s realm of influence.”
Jin Noin, who had been staring intently at the shadow, clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“But did you truly believe there was only one?”
―Screeeech!
Suddenly, the sky was filled with dragons incomparably larger and more massive than the one that had just appeared.
Dozens of black dragons coiled through the night sky, filling it entirely.
It was a display of power akin to the mystical arts wielded by immortals themselves.
Hiss.
Then, from the black shadow, a white mouth suddenly materialized.
The mouth was formed of pure white light, incomparably larger than any human jaw could ever be.
And what hung there was unmistakably a sneer.
“How unfortunate.”
Jin Noin shook his head.
“To act so recklessly even in such circumstances, refusing to dodge.”
Flash!
Jin Noin’s eyes narrowed sharply, gleaming with intensity,
Crack!
The black dragons suspended in the sky descended like lightning, sweeping across the earth to swallow the black shadow.
Or rather, they should have.
Burst!
Each time a black dragon attempted to consume the shadow, brilliant light erupted in all directions instead, dissipating like mist.
“Was it the Infinite Realm’s power?”
Jin Noin rapidly rotated both hands, weaving a hand seal.
Immediately, the dozens of black dragons in the sky unleashed a roar that shook the very earth, beginning to coil around the shadow.
Whoooosh.
They poured forth black flames, then plunged into the earth only to erupt skyward once more.
But it was futile.
Each time the black dragons unleashed their assault, they simply vanished like mist, one after another.
And Shadow remained standing before Jin Noin, utterly motionless.
“Who are you?”
Only then did Jin Noin realize—
the dark silhouette before him was a master of extraordinary power, one whose strength surpassed his own.
Moreover, what he wielded was not a technique of equal status or ability to his own, but rather the supreme subtlety of martial mastery itself.
In the Murim, only an infinitesimal few had reached such heights of martial perfection, and they would never attack him.
[Now… I feel fear…]
Shadow suddenly raised a hand to his face.
Then, slowly, a visage emerged from the black shadow.
“You… you are…”
Jin Noin’s mouth fell open.
He could not believe it.
How could he… reveal himself before him?
How could such a thing be possible?
Screeeech.
As enormous crimson eyes formed within the shadow,
Crack.
Jin Noin’s mouth suddenly tore open in a grotesque gape.
And from his mouth erupted pale white hands, which slowly extended their long arms to probe across Jin Noin’s body.
Trembling.
Jin Noin shook violently, tears streaming down his face.
As the ghostly white fingers touched his flesh, his entire body went rigid and he could not even cry out.
[Those of you hiding…]
Shadow spoke in an infinitely sinister voice.
[…I will annihilate you all…]
“Ugh…”
Jin Noin wanted to say something,
but the pale white hands erupting from his mouth relentlessly caressed his body.
Squelch, squelch.
The number of hands pouring from his mouth multiplied until Jin Noin could no longer bear it.
“Ack, aaaagh!”
Finally, as dozens of hands burst forth,
Splurt!
Blood spilled as Jin Noin’s body crashed to the ground like a felled log.
His head had already vanished without form.
[…I will kill you all…]
Shadow gazed at Jin Noin’s remaining corpse, then extended a hand.
Zing.
From that hand, a mysterious five-colored radiance began to bloom.
Whoosh!
At the same moment, Jin Noin’s corpse.
And all the scattered byproducts around vanished in an instant.
[…Baek Ri…Family. You wretches!]
Shadow cried out in anguished tones,
[Uuugh….]
Suddenly groaning in pain, he touched one side of his face.
But one half of his face, which should naturally have been there, was completely gone and dripping away.
And the remaining half of his face.
Was it not the face of the current foremost of the Orthodox Sects, Sin Do Mu Bi?
[Uuugh… Uuuuugh….]
Shadow unleashed a roar like a sorrowful wail, and in the blink of an eye, he tore through the darkness and vanished from sight.
* * *
Bu Eunseol, having returned to the identity of Seon Woo Jin,
returned to the Murim Alliance and began handling the accumulated duties as the director of the Cheop Mil Won.
In the grasp of Mu Jon… no, unknown forces and figures whose identities remained a mystery, coiled and writhing.
The Bok Ma Jeon, to leave the Murim Alliance.
The most pressing matter now was to rid the Elite Division members of their poison.
‘I must not attempt detoxification immediately.’
Due to the poisonous energy absorbed from Wind Divine Palace Lord Hae Yeon, Bu Eunseol had ascended one step further toward the realm of Poison Mastery,
and by achieving a Poison-Resistant Body, he could now absorb any poison and detoxify it.
But the Lonely Poison was no simple toxin—it was a living venomous creature itself, consisting of a male and female pair.
It was not enough to merely absorb the poison; both male and female had to be eliminated simultaneously.
Of course, he could detoxify the Three Corpse Worms now, but the problem was that the Lonely Poison was connected to the caster’s spirit.
If he hastily detoxified the Lonely Poison, Mu Jon might discover it and launch a counterattack instead,
or worse, change his mind and instantly claim the lives of the Elite Division members, including himself.
Knock, knock.
Just then, a knock on the door was followed by Jeong Jong Do’s voice.
“Director.”
“Come in.”
Jeong Jong Do, who entered the office, carefully placed a letter on Bu Eunseol’s desk.
“It is a message from the Sa Hon Dae. It appears to be an urgent matter.”
Bu Eunseol immediately opened the letter.
His eyes widened as he read through the contents written there.
‘This time, they are directly targeting me.’
The letter stated that Seo Jin Ha, who was traveling through the Gangho under the identity of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju,
had been detected with a covert tail attached to him that even the Sa Hon Dae could not clearly identify.
Since Seo Jin Ha was currently moving about under the identity of Muk Hon Ryeong Ju,
it meant that some force or master was targeting him.
‘This is not good.’
Currently in Murim, the forces and individuals capable of touching me, Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, are extremely limited.
The fact that even Sa Hon Dae cannot clearly identify them suggests they have not mobilized large numbers of troops.
It is highly probable that they are masters from the Three Realms, Three Houses, or Eight Immortals Heaven.
The forces that cannot be detected by Sa Hon Dae’s intelligence network, which is integrated with the Murim Alliance and Muhon Society’s information systems,
are only the Three Realms, Three Houses, and Eight Immortals Heaven.
‘It is highly likely that a master belonging to or equivalent to Incheon has attached themselves to me.’
“It seems I must absent myself for a while.”
Bu Eunseol spoke as she handed a letter to Jeong Jong Do.
“For now, I shall wander Gangho under my true identity.”
“Understood. I shall inform the members of our division accordingly.”
Jeong Jong Do spoke carefully.
“However, you must be cautious. Gangho is now seeing the appearance of powerful masters whose identities remain unknown.”
They had already received information through Sa Hon Dae regarding the Baek Ri Family, Jin Ma, and Jin Ma’s subordinates.
The fact that Bu Eunseol possessed martial prowess capable of defeating Eight Immortals Heaven was encouraging.
Yet one could not be certain how many more powerful masters would continue to emerge, leaving much cause for concern.
“I understand.”
Bu Eunseol nodded, though her heart was not at ease.
Her return to the Murim Alliance this time
was to seize an opportunity to secretly resolve the isolation of the Jeol Jeong Dae Won members.
But now that Seo Jin Ha’s life was in danger, that matter had to be postponed.
* * *
Fortunately, Seo Jin Ha had suffered no harm thus far.
Bu Eunseol immediately exchanged identities with Seo Jin Ha, sent away So Yo, and wandered leisurely as though on a pleasure tour.
Normally, all intelligence organizations, including Sa Hon Dae, completely obscure her movements.
Therefore, no force can easily determine her location.
But if she removed the protection of these intelligence networks? Forces with superior intelligence organizations could clearly track her path of movement.
Hostile forces would
not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, even knowing
that this might be an intentional trap laid by Bu Eunseol.
‘Was there no intention to attack?’
As Bu Eunseol deliberately wandered here and there, she could sense it.
The tail following her
was not from any force or organization, but a single master of extraordinary martial prowess following alone,
and their purpose was not to seek an opportunity for attack, but to approach her covertly.
Because occasionally,
they deliberately revealed their position very clearly, stimulating Bu Eunseol’s senses.
‘I shall respond.’
Understanding the pursuer’s intention, Bu Eunseol immediately fled Seong Do and rushed toward a desolate outer region.
‘That place would be suitable.’
And headed toward the Abandoned Manor visible in the distance.
The interior was vast.
Yet there were no intact palace halls—only grotesque weeds growing wild and unchecked.
‘He’s here.’
The once-clear sky had darkened, and the air of the abandoned house grew heavy with an inexplicable weight.
“Not only has your martial prowess advanced by leaps and bounds, but your perception has become remarkably acute.”
At that moment, a faint shadow materialized before Bu Eunseol.
The hazy shadow soon solidified into vivid form, transforming into the shape of a Boy in Colorful Robes.
“You.”
Bu Eunseol could not conceal his shock.
This boy—he had first encountered him at Yeong Pa Island, the stronghold of Gwi Il Gye.
At that place where the bodies of former masters were displayed in glass chambers.
Later, he had abducted children from the orphanage that So Ok Rim supported, which was actually an experimental laboratory of the Infinite Realm.
Using a unique and sinister technique.
He had transformed them into grotesque beings—neither human nor demon. Was he not that very villain?
“Have you come to die?”
A murderous aura erupted from Bu Eunseol’s body, as though splitting heaven and earth asunder.
Those who had committed atrocities far exceeding even Hyung Su, who had slain his grandfather.
For it was Gwi Il Gye who had stolen his grandfather’s corpse.
They could never be forgiven.
“Where is my grandfather’s body?”
“Hehehehe. You remain unchanged.”
Despite the bone-chilling killing intent emanating from him, the boy maintained an utterly composed demeanor.
“Still wandering the Gangho seeking revenge?”
Bu Eunseol said nothing.
Flash!
With violet lightning,
Thud.
The boy’s arm fell to the ground.
He had unleashed the Ultimate Swift Thunder Unmatched Technique.
Since obtaining the Wind Divine Palace’s power, his martial arts had advanced dramatically—now at least three times faster than what he had wielded in the past.
“Please, compose yourself.”
The boy calmly retrieved his bloodless arm and spoke.
“I have not come to fight you today.”
Whoosh.
And as though applying mud, he seamlessly reattached the severed limb without hesitation.
Rumble.
Instead of a response, the true energy radiating from Bu Eunseol’s body surged skyward in a devastating wave.
If he could not find his grandfather’s body,
Then he would incinerate this grinning Gwi Il Gye boy in a single breath.
Attempting to vent even a fraction of that resentment.
Zing.
Yet something strange occurred.
A crimson aura bloomed before my eyes once more, and the surrounding landscape began to shift gradually.
The Abandoned Manor that had been visible transformed slowly.
In its place emerged the interior of the Demon Palace, where a colossal Palace Hall loomed majestically.
The Jamma Pavilion.
The scenery had transformed into the location where the Sayoung Battle Division subordinates were stationed.
“Illusions do not work on me.”
“Illusions? How disappointing.”
The young boy spoke with icy precision.
“I am currently threatening you, you see?”
“Threatening?”
“Observe carefully.”
Faint afterimages flickered before Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Soon, the figures of subordinates and Si Bi moving about within the Jamma Pavilion became visible.
Trembling.
Yet at that moment, the Si Bi scattered throughout the space began to convulse.
“Why… why is this happening?”
The martial artists nearby attempted to help the Si Bi to his feet.
Splurt!
In that instant, blood sprayed in all directions.
The Si Bi’s body exploded, the blood transformed into deadly poison, and bone fragments became razor-sharp projectiles.
Patter.
Everyone in the vicinity perished.
“Oh?”
The young boy gazed at Bu Eunseol with rounded lips.
From Bu Eunseol’s perspective, this was undeniably horrifying.
Yet his gaze remained utterly unchanged, calm and unshaken.
“It appears you have prepared countermeasures against techniques like the Heavenly Dragon Subduing Turbid Soul Method.”
The young boy realized that Bu Eunseol was entirely unafraid of such spectacles and waved his hand once more.
“Then how about this?”
The scenery shifted again.
The Lords of the Sayoung Battle Division were in conference, and Jo Nam Cheon and Myo Cheon Woo were distributing something to each of the Lords.
Scrape.
But suddenly, the two of them.
Plunged poison-coated short blades into the backs of the seated Lords.
The Lords, unaware that those moving so naturally would strike, simply expired where they sat.
“The Soul Controlling Divine Immortal Method cannot be stopped by anyone.”
Yet at the young boy’s words, Bu Eunseol chuckled softly.
The plan to make the Lords destroy themselves using the Soul-Sealing Heart Demon Technique was something Hyuk Ryeon Eung had already attempted long ago.
Thanks to that, all the Lords of the Sayoung Battle Division wore protective bands on their wrists.
Since they cannot press the button that emerges when consciousness is lost, they can regain their senses along with the agony of foaming at the mouth—
These were very special protective devices worn at all times.
“Try it then.”
The young boy clapped his hands, realizing that Bu Eunseol’s confident gaze was not a lie.
“Indeed, the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, who is called the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, would surely have taken precautions against soul-capturing techniques.”
The boy shrugged as he spoke.
“Actually, this is what I wanted to show you.”
With a playful smile, he changed the scene once more.
―Krraaagh!
―Ughhhh!
Suddenly, a vast plain stretched before them.
And the martial artists of the Sayoung Battle Division were being mercilessly slaughtered by a terrifying master.
Until now, they had undergone rigorous training and continued endless cultivation.
But in the end, it was all for nothing.
They were annihilated by a single individual.
A master of the Infinite Realm.
If such a master deliberately lured the Sayoung Battle Division and struck them down?
No matter how many troops were brought, death could not be avoided.
“You don’t actually think this is just an illusion, do you?”
The boy looked at Bu Eunseol and narrowed his eyes into crescents.
“If a master of this caliber deliberately tried to kill your subordinates? There is no way to stop it, no matter what you do.”
He continued speaking with an innocent laugh.
“What will you do? Shall I kill your subordinates right now?”
The boy knew it well.
That Bu Eunseol’s weakness was emotion.
That while she cared nothing for her own life, she could never bear the death of her subordinates.
“Now, have you become willing to have a proper conversation?”
The boy’s smiling expression became grotesque.
He had expected her to be extremely angry or perhaps attempt to negotiate with him.
Yet Bu Eunseol still wore that mocking smile, did she not?
“This really seems like mere bluffing.”
“Bluffing?”
Bu Eunseol let out a scoff as if watching an amusing theatrical performance.
“Go ahead and start right now.”
―….
“Order the masters of the Infinite Realm to sweep away all the subordinates of Ben Jeon.”
When the boy did not answer, Bu Eunseol spoke gently.
“Is it difficult to lure them? If you wish, tell me the location right now. I will send my subordinates there directly.”
The young boy was utterly astonished.
He had perceived that Bu Eunseol was not one to bluff or speak empty words—every syllable carried genuine conviction.
“Remarkable.”
Only then did the young boy nod, as if comprehending everything at last.
“So in the interim, you’ve completely cast aside the weakness of emotion. Could it be you’ve entered the Demonic Path or achieved mastery of its heart technique?”
The young boy was laboring under a misconception.
He believed Bu Eunseol’s inner nature had transformed, or perhaps he had perfected the heart technique of the Demonic Path.
Thus becoming a figure of such cold cruelty that the deaths of his subordinates no longer stirred his conscience.
Perhaps such an assumption was natural enough.
After all, the current Murim possessed no countermeasure capable of defending against masters of the Infinite Realm.
But now, within the Sayoung Battle Division, there existed a safeguard.
The Sim An Gyeong—a technique Yu Woon Ryong had extracted from the secret records of the Gi Yu Geum Yo, serving as their answer to such threats.
Though incomplete in its current state, Bu Eunseol harbored absolute faith.
The lords of the Sayoung Battle Division would surely perfect it and become capable of repelling any adversary.
“Indeed, the time for sentiment toward subordinates has long passed. By now, you must have achieved extraordinary martial prowess.”
Shing.
Indifferent to the young boy’s praise,
Bu Eunseol immediately drew the Muk Hon Sword.
“If you do not reveal the location of my grandfather’s remains…”
From his eyes erupted a blood-red radiance so intense it seemed capable of melting steel itself.
“You will surely perish this day.”
The young boy attempted to smile, yet his expression froze and vanished of its own accord.
The moment his gaze met Bu Eunseol’s eyes—blazing with terrifying intensity—time itself seemed to halt.
‘This is…’
An overwhelming pressure that stole even breath itself crushed against his chest, and his heart began pounding with frenzied, desperate force.
Those eyes were deep and dark as the abyss of the cosmos itself, yet simultaneously they gleamed with a light that pierced through all things.
‘He has changed.’
The young boy felt tremors course through his fingertips.
Only now did he truly comprehend it.
Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess had surged to a degree incomparable with his past strength…
and he would absolutely never permit his escape.

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