The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 817

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Chapter 817.
Bu Eunseol shook her head.
“I know nothing of the Mujik Gyeong. Nor do I wish to.”
“What did you say?”
“There is only progression.”
“Progression? If one transcends the Extreme Heaven Realm, surely the next step is the Mujik Gyeong, is it not?”
“Old Master.”
Bu Eunseol calmly explained to the bewildered Buk Goong Ryeong.
“The Mujik Gyeong is but an illusion. Thus, the supreme masters who once dominated the Murim have long exhausted themselves attempting to break through this realm called the Mujik Gyeong.”
And she spoke matter-of-factly.
“In the end, they succeeded. Therefore, I merely chose a different path to pursue them.”
“What, what?”
Buk Goong Ryeong was utterly lost.
He could barely comprehend half of what Bu Eunseol had said.
“Then they have already reached the Heaven of Meaning Realm?”
“Not quite. If I must name it… it would be more accurate to call it the true Mujik Gyeong created by the Murim masters themselves, rather than the Heaven of Meaning Realm.”
“The true Mujik Gyeong?”
“Indeed. The existing Mujik Gyeong was merely trapped within a single power called Boundless Force.”
Bu Eunseol was forced to explain in detail the constraints of the Mujik Gyeong that Gwon In had mentioned.
However, she did not mention defeating Gwon In or Jang In.
There was no need to extinguish the old man’s spirit now when he still had ample room for growth ahead.
“So the Boundless Ascendance was actually akin to Demonic Madness…”
Buk Goong Ryeong’s eyes widened like a provincial child seeing the imperial capital for the first time.
“Then No Bu must elevate his martial prowess even further…”
He muttered softly, clenching his fists tightly.
Because his Nae Tan Ki possessed a power that no one could obstruct, he had grown complacent with his own martial strength.
But upon hearing Bu Eunseol’s words.
The flame that had extinguished in his warrior’s spirit ignited once more.
‘Excellent.’
Bu Eunseol wore a meaningful smile.
She had deliberately revealed a glimpse of her own power at the end.
So that Buk Goong Ryeong could advance further.
So that he could become a true alliance leader managing the Orthodox Martial World.
“Our conversation ends here.”
Bu Eunseol waved her hand dismissively and turned away.
“Until next time.”
As she turned to leave, she glanced back and spoke.
“In the meantime, continue your activities as you have been, and cultivate your supporting forces well.”
“Bu Eunseol.”
At that moment, Buk Goong Ryeong spoke with unwavering resolve and grave expression.
“I don’t know about anything else… but I will not abandon the Murim Alliance.”
“….”
“I made this resolve the moment I entered this place. It was not because of you, but to restore the righteous banner of the Orthodox Path that has been passed down through generations.”
He took a deep breath and spoke once more with absolute clarity.
“I believe that purifying the Murim Alliance is the final mission of my life.”
Tan Wang Buk Goong-ryeong.
That exemplary righteous hero of the Orthodox Path.
He had not come to the Murim Alliance with a light heart, merely to preserve his body.
He had come with the resolve to dedicate all his remaining years to making the Murim Alliance a clean and transparent place.
“A noble resolve indeed.”
Bu Eunseol nodded in acknowledgment.
“That is why I intend to grant the position of Alliance Master to you, Elder. For you are truly capable of accomplishing such a task.”
And as if possessed by divine inspiration, speaking prophecies of the future like a shaman, she declared solemnly.
“Soon, Elder, you will walk out of the Murim Alliance on your own two feet.”
“Why would I?”
“Because you will come to realize that the Murim Alliance is not a clean place stained by filth… but rather a place where foul sewage has accumulated from the very beginning.”
“….”
“And before long, you yourself will publicly announce the founding of the Changcheon Alliance.”
Buk Goong-ryeong, who had been listening blankly to Bu Eunseol’s words, burst into laughter.
“Now you speak like a fortune teller.”
“Do you not believe me?”
Thud.
When Bu Eunseol’s expression turned grave, Buk Goong-ryeong stopped laughing and nodded.
“That will never happen. I will never abandon the Murim Alliance.”
“I understand.”
Bu Eunseol smiled faintly.
“But should your mind change, come to the Sichuan Dang Family.”
“Why the Sichuan Dang Family?”
“To leave the Murim Alliance and establish the Changcheon Alliance, you would need a base, would you not?”
“You intend to establish it in Sichuan?”
“I have already established it. Long ago.”
“You have already established it? How?”
Bu Eunseol did not answer, leaving only a smile as she turned away.
“You wretch, finish what you were saying before you go.”
But he paid her no heed and simply left the secret chamber with a hollow sound.
Buk Goong-ryeong, staring blankly at the door, sighed.
“That woman. I cannot fathom what ghostly scheme she is concocting now.”
And he shook his head.
“But you still do not truly know No Bu.”
He truly had no intention of abandoning the Murim Alliance. From the very beginning, he had resolved to dedicate all his remaining years to this place.
No matter how brilliant Bu Eunseol was, no matter how far her wisdom reached toward the heavens.
The oath I had sworn never to abandon the Murim Alliance would not be broken.

* * *
‘Now it begins.’
Upon leaving the Murim Alliance, Bu Eunseol made her way directly to the An Ga in Xian Prefecture.
‘He will make an excellent Alliance Master.’
By nature, Beok Goong Ryung was indifferent to fame and fortune, a man devoid of ambition.
Moreover, having wandered alone for so long, he was unaccustomed to commanding others.
In short, he could become a righteous hero.
But he was not the sort of man to lead an organization or command a multitude of martial artists.
Yet fortunately, Beok Goong Ryung, driven by the conviction to purify the Murim Alliance and transform this place.
Had been aiding countless martial artists.
Thus naturally, those who followed him multiplied, and Beok Goong Ryung had no choice but to lead and command his adherents.
Through this, without even realizing it….
He had cultivated the qualities necessary to lead vast numbers—the makings of a true leader.
And this fortune extended to Bu Eunseol as well.
For aside from Beok Goong Ryung, she could find no other outstanding figure capable of leading a new Orthodox alliance.
‘The Orthodox sects must be led by one like the Old Master.’
Bu Eunseol had long sensed the necessity of a new leader for the Orthodox martial world.
Jeong Cheon Je’s fate remained uncertain, and Mu Jon had fallen to corruption.
The current martial world needed a new leader capable of raising the banner of the Orthodox sects anew.
And the only person capable of such a task.
Was one who had spent a lifetime doing what was right, stubbornly upholding the way of righteousness—a man of noble character.
None but Beok Goong Ryung.
‘This is not for the sake of martial politics.’
In truth, my actions were neither for the Orthodox sects nor to preserve martial justice.
Vengeance.
Even if Hyung Su, who killed my grandfather, had acted alone.
He would ultimately belong to or be backed by the formidable shadow forces that controlled the martial world.
Otherwise, he could not have erased his traces so completely and vanished.
Thus, without being swept up by external forces.
Creating an alliance with righteous principles was also part of my plan to find Hyung Su.
‘Though it was merely a second choice.’
In truth, I had not originally intended to establish the Changcheon Alliance so abruptly.
Creating a new Orthodox alliance was merely a contingency plan.
But the current state of the martial world was far too dire.
Even the Hwawoo Sword Sect, the mightiest of the Ten Demonic Gates, had been revealed to be colluding with external forces.
Which meant the Demon Hall and Murim Alliance were in the same predicament.
I could no longer leave the Elite Division members trapped in this viper’s nest.
But if I were to place him in the Muhon Society right now?
Ultimately, Seon Woo Jin’s movements would be exposed, and the Elite Division would not be able to live with their heads held high.
To resolve that very issue, I must absolutely create a new Orthodox Alliance.
‘However.’
Bu Eunseol’s expression darkened slightly as she fell into contemplation.
‘I have not yet obtained the final key to complete this plan.’
For Bu Eunseol to perfectly exit the Murim Alliance as Seon Woo Jin.
She needed a decisive leverage to deliver a fatal counterattack against Mu Jon.
And that required the absolute trust and assistance of one person.
She had spoken boldly to Buk Goong Ryeong that she would leave under the identity of Seon Woo Jin.
But in truth, to complete that plan.
She had not yet found the crucial key that would turn someone’s heart.
‘I must find it without fail.’
As she fell into such deep thought and was about to unfold her divine technique,
Clang! Bang!
A metallic sound accompanied by a loud battle cry rang out.
Since that sound echoed faintly from hundreds of zhang away, an ordinary Murim master would never have heard it.
But thanks to the Windcloud Divine Technique flowing through her body, Bu Eunseol could hear the faint metallic sound and battle cry carried on the wind.
‘Hmm.’
As Bu Eunseol paused her lightness technique and listened, So Yo’s voice transmission across a thousand li reached her.
[Why?]
Even she, who showed little difference from Bu Eunseol in terms of lightness technique and sensory perception,
Could not detect the faint metallic sound.
The Three Divine Techniques.
Merely by possessing this natural force, her senses had amplified several times over.
[I hear some sound.]
Bu Eunseol answered briefly through voice transmission, and a strange thought suddenly occurred to her.
The Four Divine Beings each displayed their own unique power.
But one could not say they completely placed the Murim beneath their feet or were supreme masters who dominated the world.
However, when these powers were gathered together.
They exhibited entirely new and mysterious abilities that transcended martial arts.
‘Could it be that only Sam Gye knows this fact?’
Sam Gye, who could be called a retainer of the Baek Ri Family, had long known the importance of the Divine Techniques.
The Infinite Realm, including Gyeol Ma Yeon Ok In,
Had they not strived to artificially create the Divine Techniques through Ma Tae and artificial inner elixirs?
‘Then could it be that the Baek Ri Family possessed something similar to the power of the Divine Beings?’
The retainers of Jin Ma had made tremendous contributions to creating the martial arts of Murim, and had even limited that realm.
And the Baek Ri Family stands in opposition to that Jin Ma.
Then the power of the Baek Ri Family.
Is it the naturally occurring power of the Divine Beings, or an ability comparable to it?
Sam Gye knew well the power of the Baek Ri Family, and thus wondered if they had perhaps focused on the Sasin Technique…
[A sound?]
At that moment, So Yo’s voice transmission reached her ears once more.
[What sound?]
Bu Eunseol regained her composure and spoke briefly.
[I hear the sound of weapons clashing from somewhere.]
This area was not within the sphere of influence of the Murim, nor was it a place where any faction or notable figures would ordinarily clash.
In the past, I would have simply passed by, but circumstances had changed.
‘I must now pay greater attention to the movements of the Murim.’
I had long been deeply involved in the affairs of the Murim, and soon I would need to establish a new alliance.
It was only natural that I must completely understand the movements of the Jeong Sa Gak Pa.
Any matter concerning the Murim, no matter how trivial, had to be examined carefully.
[I’ll go investigate what’s happening.]
Bu Eunseol shook her head at So Yo’s words.
[No, let’s go together and see.]
Whoosh!
Lifting her body with the Windcloud Divine Technique, Bu Eunseol crossed the Half-Sky in a single breath.
When employing lightness of movement through the Windcloud Divine Technique, inner energy was scarcely consumed.
Moreover, no sound of air displacement occurred, and the natural qi concealed her presence.
Thus she could move as discreetly as if employing a stealth technique.
Clang! Bang!
Upon arriving near the source of the sound, the clash of weapons rang out even more loudly.
Hidden discreetly atop a massive ancient tree, Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened.
‘What are they?’
In the forest clearing visible below,
ten Black-Robed Masked Killers were surrounded by roughly forty Blue-Faced Assassins wearing blue cloth masks,
engaged in fierce combat.
What was remarkable was that the masked killers wielded a unique martial art in which orthodox and demonic techniques were intermingled,
making it difficult to discern which faction they belonged to or what martial arts they were employing.
And the martial arts of the Blue-Faced Assassins were even more bizarre.
Apart from the occasional sword techniques that burst forth, their martial arts seemed less like traditional techniques and more like peculiar sorcery.
‘How strange.’
As Bu Eunseol observed the battle intently, she suddenly realized something.
The Blue-Faced Assassins were employing some form of bizarre sorcery whose origins were unknown,
yet the Black-Robed Masked Killers were wielding the orthodox martial arts of Zhong Yuan.
And that martial art was not merely at the level of intermingling orthodox and demonic techniques, but rather at a level of nearly perfect fusion.
‘Could it be.’
A brilliant light exploded in Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
Currently in the Murim, there was only one person who possessed the ability to perfectly fuse orthodox and demonic martial arts.
Was there not only one such person in the entire Murim?
“Ugh.”
By then, the battle had reached its climax.
The Blue-Faced Assassins, superior in numbers, had overwhelmed the Black-Robed Masked Killers, and now only one figure remained alive—apparently their leader.
‘Hmm.’
After pondering something deeply for a moment, Bu Eunseol
‘If I assume the identity of an old master, I should be able to verify it for certain.’
Having devised a stratagem, Bu Eunseol withdrew a mask from her robes and placed it upon her face.
She then employed the Illusory Transformation Bone Technique to render her physique somewhat gaunt, and wrinkled the skin across her entire body.
A faint shimmer.
With hands clasped behind her back, Bu Eunseol unfolded a movement technique as graceful as an immortal.
She rushed rapidly through this vicinity.
Then, as though suddenly discovering a battle unfolding, she altered her direction toward this place.
“Ah! Sorcery!”
The figure watching from a distance,
“Stop!”
cried out in an enraged voice.
“Which sect do you belong to, using forbidden sorcery in the Murim?”
The one Bu Eunseol was mimicking through the Voice Replication Technique was none other than Tan Wang Buk Goong-ryeong.
The Blue-Faced Assassins gazed at Bu Eunseol’s eyes, reversed within the mask, and their expressions stiffened.
“This person….”
The figure who appeared to be the leader of the Blue-Faced Assassins widened his eyes.
“Tan Wang?”
And he muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.
“How could an interfering fool appear when carrying out his orders…?”
“What do you mean.”
To Bu Eunseol’s question, the Blue-Faced Assassin did not answer, instead exchanging glances with his companions.
A nod.
Having exchanged looks, they simultaneously extended both arms.
A deep rumble.
Suddenly, an immense pressure invisible to the eye began to crush down upon Bu Eunseol’s body.
Hundreds of serpents erupted from the earth and coiled around her form.
It was not martial technique, but strange sorcery.
“You employ wicked witchcraft!”
Bu Eunseol, fully imitating Buk Goong-ryeong’s voice, declared sharply.
“In all my years, I have never forgiven those who practice sorcery.”
Boom!
As she drew upon her inner force, the shockwave of true energy rippled outward in all directions.
A violent whirlwind swept forth, tearing away the serpents clinging to her body.
The Blue-Faced Assassins, witnessing Bu Eunseol unleashing a shockwave and wind that seemed to obliterate the entire world,
gauged the formidable depth of her inner power and hastily waved their hands in panic.
Crack. Rumble, rumble, rumble.
As the Blue-Faced Assassins simultaneously wove an intricate hand seal, the ground beneath them fractured, and a crimson light engulfed my body.
Where the light touched, pale smoke rose from my skin, and thick veins bulged forth like earthworms.
“A futile attempt.”
I flicked my finger lightly.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, compressed air poured toward the Blue-Faced Assassins like cannonballs.
“Scatter!”
Shocked that their technique had failed, the Blue-Faced Assassins dispersed in all directions.
Their movement technique was exquisite and their directional shifts swift, allowing them to narrowly evade the barrage of compressed air projectiles.
Bang! Bang!
But as I unleashed the compressed air projectiles in rapid succession, they could no longer evade them.
Splat! Boom!
An arm grazed, and an arm flew off. A leg grazed, and a leg flew off.
Moreover, the speed at which my compressed air projectiles were fired was several times faster than the speed at which the Blue-Faced Assassins moved.
Evasion was fundamentally impossible.
Zing.
Eventually, the Blue-Faced Assassins abandoned their attempts to evade, formed a unified combat formation, and created a pale blue energy barrier.
It was merged with their technique.
Compared to an energy barrier formed by solidifying inner force, it was several times more resilient.
Boom!
My compressed air projectiles could not pierce through the energy barrier they had created, and vibrations spread outward like the tolling of a great bell.
But there was something they did not know.
My inner force cultivation had reached the Ten Heavenly Stems—the absolute limit of what the human body could contain.
“Cough.”
Blood sprayed from the mouths of the Blue-Faced Assassins.
While they could block the compressed air projectiles with their energy barrier, they could not withstand the devastating shockwave generated by that tremendous force.
Thus, they suffered severe internal injuries.
Trembling.
Roughly forty Blue-Faced Assassins stood unsteadily, bearing fatal internal wounds.
“I cannot comprehend this.”
One of the Blue-Faced Assassins, spitting fragments of shattered organs from his mouth, muttered.
“We have never failed once until now… Has the Mandate of Heaven truly turned against us?”
“What are you babbling about?”
I approached the fallen Blue-Faced Assassins and spoke.
“Who are you? Where did you learn such sorcery?”
The Blue-Faced Assassins, bearing grievous wounds,
glared at me with resolute eyes,
then boom, boom.
One by one, they collapsed to the ground like logs.
Upon realizing I could neither counter Bu Eunseol’s assault nor escape from her grasp.
They immediately severed their own meridians and took their own lives.
“You’re telling me they committed suicide just because I asked their identity?”
Bu Eunseol, who had been staring at the fallen Blue-Faced Assassins, let out a hollow exclamation.
“They must have been minions of some wicked organization. Where on earth did such people come from?”
Then she turned her body and questioned the Black-Robed Masked Killer, who was gasping for breath.
“And what are you?”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer, the sole survivor, struggled to his feet and shook his head.
“I cannot reveal my identity.”
“I saved you for nothing, then.”
“….”
When the masked killer did not respond, Bu Eunseol asked again.
“You need not reveal your identity. But tell me—which faction do those blue-faced ones belong to?”
“I do not know. They came suddenly and attacked us.”
“You lie. Do you truly believe you can deceive No Bu’s eyes?”
As Bu Eunseol spoke with solemn authority, the masked killer thrust out his chest boldly.
“If you mean to kill me, then do so. But you should do it as quickly as possible.”
“What?”
“My comrades will arrive soon.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol stroked her chin and nodded with an admiring gleam in her eyes.
“Indeed, you possess considerable spirit.”
Mimicking Tan Wang’s posture with hands clasped behind her back, Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“Regardless of your affiliation, if you intend to commit evil deeds, you would do well to abandon such thoughts.”
And from her eyes, she unleashed a terrifying aura of power.
“No Bu will surely strike you down.”
The masked killer did not respond, merely standing with difficulty.
Bu Eunseol released a snort and unfurled her movement technique in one fluid motion.
Kwang!
A shockwave like an explosion rippled outward in all directions, and her figure vanished in an instant.
Splurt.
As Bu Eunseol departed, the Black-Robed Masked Killer, who had been standing with forced composure, spat blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Tan Wang, to think he would appear here.”
The masked killer took a deep breath and gazed toward the distant sky.
He had already sustained internal injuries from which there was no recovery.
Moreover, though all the Blue-Faced Assassins were dead, other pursuers would soon follow in their wake.
With such severe internal injuries, he could maintain his lightness technique for only about an hour.
Ultimately, he would not reach Seong Do, and he possessed no means to cover his tracks…
He had become one who could only await death.
“I must evade pursuit by any means necessary.”
The Masked Assassin, muttering softly, clenched his fists.
“I must survive at all costs.”
Then he drew upon his inner energy and unfolded his lightness technique.
‘So that’s what it was.’
Bu Eunseol, observing the Masked Assassin while maintaining her concealment technique, nodded slowly.
‘He doesn’t react even to Tan Wang’s identity…’
In truth, I had already discerned the identity of the black-robed masked assassins.
‘Direct subordinates of Mu Jon.’
Many in the Murim possessed mastery of orthodox martial techniques.
Yet only one possessed the ability to perfectly harmonize two completely different martial arts.
Only Mu Jon, known to have studied all martial arts in the Murim out of obsession with the Way, could achieve such a feat.
Having discerned the identity of the black-robed masked assassins, I devised a strategy after careful deliberation.
I appeared in the form of Tan Wang, defeated the blue-faced assassins, and spoke to the lone black-robed masked assassin remaining.
If he were a member of the Orthodox Sects, he would trust Tan Wang even if he couldn’t trust the Murim Alliance Master.
Tan Wang was known throughout the Murim as the most incorruptible and selfless figure.
Yet even in a situation he could barely endure for a moment, he kept his mouth sealed, concealing both his identity and true intentions.
‘That means… he’s carrying out a secret mission that no one in the Murim should ever learn of.’
When one executing a secret mission encounters an unexpected situation and faces death,
the first thing one must do
is transmit the information discovered, or the means containing such information, to someone.
I deliberately exploited my guise as Tan Wang, the most trusted figure in the Orthodox Murim.
There was no one in the Murim more trustworthy to entrust with merely conveying something.
Yet the masked assassin revealed neither his identity nor made any request.
That meant… the information he possessed was something no one in the Murim should know,
and he had discerned that the black-robed masked assassin would never trust anyone as much as a Murim member.
‘I suspected as much.’
Whirl.
I spun my body in a complete rotation.
My attire transformed into extremely tattered, vagrant’s clothing.
Thud.
I buried the Muk Hon Sword and all my possessions deep into the earth,
Crack.
then unfolded the Face-Changing Bone-Shifting Technique to assume an utterly ordinary visage.
Whoosh.
Even that wasn’t enough, so he used a heat-aging technique to slightly singe the fabric, transforming it to look like an old garment.
Swish swish.
Then I caked my face and clothes with thick dust, and smeared filthy mud between my teeth.
In an extraordinarily brief span of time,
I had transformed into the appearance of someone who hadn’t bathed in years.
I picked up a large stone lying nearby.
Understanding.
Then I smashed it against a rock, creating a single stone shaped with a sharp edge.
Whoosh.
As I channeled my inner energy into it, the stone transformed—becoming as sharp and smooth as a blade honed over countless years.
“This will do nicely.”
I pressed the stone blade against a nearby tree and began scraping away the bark in rectangular strips.
When the white inner bark became visible, I peeled it away and began chewing without hesitation.
‘An ordinary beggar would certainly approach without suspicion.’
No matter how cautious a person might be toward martial artists, they would never suspect a beggar merely stripping and eating tree bark.
‘If he received the supreme technique that Mu Jon created, he must have been a trusted subordinate of sorts.’
As I chewed the bark, I suddenly recalled the martial techniques the Black-Robed Masked Killer had displayed.
Why is Mu Jon called Mu Jon?
From his childhood through his years as a mature man.
He researched the martial arts of every sect under heaven, and through understanding their principles, he reached a new realm.
Because of this, Mu Jon’s martial arts not only possess a different foundation, but can perfectly integrate any other martial technique.
And no matter how formidable a master might be.
They cannot discern exactly which martial technique’s subtleties he employs when executing his martial arts.
And the martial techniques used by the Black-Robed Masked Killers.
They possessed every characteristic of the martial arts that Mu Jon himself wielded.
Crunch, crunch.
Continuing to chew the bark, I began chewing even the leaves and stems of the tree.
As I ground them between my molars, a bitter taste emerged, but I did not stop and kept chewing.
And I began smearing all the residue onto my clothes.
Rustle.
At that moment, accompanied by a sound-breaking technique, a figure struggling to execute lightness of body in the distance was approaching this way.
‘He has arrived.’
I smiled with quiet satisfaction.
The shadow approaching from afar was.
None other than the Black-Robed Masked Killer I had just spared.

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