The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 818

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Chapter 818.
“Huh?”
From far away, Bu Eunseol
let out a scream and opened her eyes wide as the Black-Robed Masked Killer, covered in terrible wounds, came rushing toward her.
“Eek.”
Then she pretended to be startled and averted her gaze.
A faint blue shimmer.
But the Masked Assassin stopped his lightness martial art and approached Bu Eunseol.
Then, upon discovering Bu Eunseol still chewing on tree bark in her mouth, he halted his steps.
A flash.
Standing tall, the Black-Robed Masked Killer’s eyes blazed with a brilliant gleam as he stared intently at Bu Eunseol.
And he began to observe her dull eyes and filthy clothing with great attention.
A sudden sound.
The Black-Robed Masked Killer, who had drawn close before Bu Eunseol, spoke in a low voice.
“Who are you?”
“I… I am called Finger.”
“Finger?”
“Yes, that is so.”
Orphans and beggars abandoned without proper names are called by nicknames instead.
The Black-Robed Masked Killer wrinkled his brow at Bu Eunseol’s foul stench, then nodded.
‘This is actually fortunate.’
Murim practitioners cannot be trusted.
But this beggar would at least not be pursued by those chasing him.
“Extend your hand.”
At the Masked Assassin’s words, Bu Eunseol blinked.
Then the Masked Assassin quickly seized her left hand and, raising his fingernails sharply, began to carve something into her palm.
“Ahhhhh!”
Bu Eunseol screamed.
With each touch of the Black-Robed Masked Killer’s fingernails to her palm, wasn’t it burning her flesh?
A sizzling sound.
After meticulously inscribing and marking something, the Masked Assassin
struck sharply.
He struck a Blood Sealing Point near Bu Eunseol’s wrist, and her fist clenched involuntarily.
“Listen carefully.”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer spoke with a solemn expression.
“You will take this path to the Murim Alliance. And show your palm to Wi Sa.”
“Ugh… my hand won’t open. My lord.”
“In about four days, the Blood Sealing Point will naturally release. By then, you will have arrived at the Murim Alliance.”
The Masked Assassin had calculated the time it would take Bu Eunseol to walk to the Murim Alliance and sealed the Blood Sealing Point accordingly.
“Then Wi Sa will take you somewhere. And when you meet the person there, simply deliver this message.”
The Masked Assassin staring directly at Bu Eunseol’s face spoke.
“Cheon Ki Sung has appeared. He is orchestrating everything.”
‘Cheon Ki Sung.’
Cheon Ki Sung—the one who kidnapped children from the Jung Sun Family and committed such atrocities.
Was he not the very man Baek Pal Sung had desperately searched for?
Yet this man was orchestrating everything?
“If it’s difficult to remember, simply pass along the name Cheon Ki Sung.”
“Cheon Ki Sung.”
“That is correct.”
True to his nature as a member of Moo Jon’s Secret Organization,
the Masked Assassin did not hand Bu Eunseol a scroll containing vital information or an identity token.
Instead, he had merely inscribed a secret pattern into the palm of her hand.
“My lord, I cannot do this.”
As Bu Eunseol trembled, the Black-Robed Masked Killer spoke coldly.
“If you do not go within a fortnight, your hand will rot and you will die!”
“What?”
“What has been absorbed into your palm is the Serrated Shark Blood Toxin.”
“My… my lord.”
“However, if you deliver this message, you will immediately receive the antidote, and you will also receive a substantial sum of money.”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer withdrew a silver seal from his robes.
“Take this. And if you deliver this message, you can receive ten gold seals.”
“Gold… gold seals?”
“Yes.”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer glanced around, then spoke with force.
“You must never speak of this to anyone. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer looked around once more, then spoke again.
“You must deliver this to the Murim Alliance. If you do not, I will surely find you and kill you.”
“Yes, I understand, my lord.”
Just as Bu Eunseol was about to bow deeply,
there came a soft crack.
Suddenly her left wrist twisted, and her palm opened wide of its own accord.
‘Oh no.’
Because I had not suppressed the Windcloud Divine Technique,
the blood sealing point had naturally released itself without my knowledge.
‘So it has this function.’
Bu Eunseol wore a wry smile.
The Windcloud Divine Technique had the property of naturally reverting if not perfectly suppressed.
In truth, being discovered now was almost a blessing.
“You… you are…”
Bu Eunseol realized she could not deceive the Masked Assassin and spoke in her true voice.
“I’ve been exposed.”
“Yes, so you were Cheon Ki Sung all along.”
The Masked Assassin trembled as if he had grasped something, watching Bu Eunseol release the Blood Sealing Point of her own volition.
“It wasn’t Tan Wang just now—it was you. I deliberately tested you.”
“….”
“If you don’t reveal everything even to someone like Tan Wang, then you suspect any martial artist who comes. That’s what I wanted to confirm.”
The Masked Assassin, having led a secret organization for so long, possessed exceptional wisdom and instinct.
He had come to understand that Bu Eunseol had completely grasped his psychological state and harbored suspicion toward all martial artists.
He realized she had deliberately disguised herself as a beggar to manipulate him into surrendering everything with his own hands.
“Precisely.”
Bu Eunseol nodded, speaking in her original voice.
“Your powers of observation are keener than your appearance suggests.”
“Perhaps as keen as one who reads the celestial signs.”
“I am not Cheon Ki Sung.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with a bitter expression.
“Therefore, there is no harm in you telling me everything you know.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
The Masked Assassin’s eyes flashed.
“You too will be dead by Mu Jon’s hand before long.”
Thud.
He immediately severed his meridians and took his own life.
Bu Eunseol had known he would end his own life, yet she did not stop him.
He would not believe any words she spoke, nor would he provide any information.
If that were the case, she should at least allow him to choose the moment of his death.
Yet Bu Eunseol came to regret that decision.
―You too will soon be dead by Mu Jon’s hand.
Contrary to her expectations, the Masked Assassin was not Mu Jon’s subordinate.
“That cannot be.”
The martial techniques used by the Black-Robed Masked Killer were certainly Mu Jon’s supreme arts. How could he not be one of Mu Jon’s men?
“Hwabidang?”
The marking carved into his palm was none other than the symbol denoting membership in the Murim Alliance’s Hwabidang.
“Then he should be Mu Jon’s direct subordinate?”
Bu Eunseol had already, through the Elite Division,
grasped some knowledge of the secret organizations covertly operated by the senior figures of the Murim Alliance.
And Hwabidang was an organization newly established over the past decade, ostensibly researching mechanical techniques,
but in reality, it was Mu Jon’s direct intelligence organization.
Yet one under his command spoke with a voice laden with resentment, saying “You too will be dead by Mu Jon’s hand”?
Did that mean he believed himself to be an assassin sent by Mu Jon?
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
Suddenly, Bu Eunseol recalled something one of the Blue-Faced Assassins had said.
―How could any interference arise against orders given by that person?
“Then the Blue-Faced Assassins are subordinates of Cheon Ki Sung.”
Synthesizing all the circumstances thus far.
A secret organization unit under Mu Jon’s command had emerged into Gangho on a special mission.
But Cheon Ki Sung, who read the celestial signs and sensed it, had sent the Blue-Faced Assassins to attack that organization—this much seemed certain.
“Reading the celestial signs…”
Bu Eunseol exhaled deeply.
The Blue-Faced Assassins had likely heard Cheon Ki Sung’s orders, one who could read the celestial signs.
That was undoubtedly why they claimed no interference could possibly occur.
“So such a thing truly exists.”
Bu Eunseol had encountered countless extraordinary individuals throughout her life, yet she had never met anyone who could read the celestial signs.
“Reading the celestial signs—does that not mean seeing the future?”
If Cheon Ki Sung could truly see the future?
He could not have failed to see my arrival here… so reading the celestial signs could not mean seeing the future.
“Yet this situation is utterly incomprehensible.”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer, presumed to be from Mu Jon’s secret organization… had left words that seemed to oppose Mu Jon?
‘A spy or a traitor.’
Then the Black-Robed Masked Killer could only be concluded to be either a spy operating covertly under Mu Jon or a traitor who had been turned by outsiders.
“What in the world is Mu Jon plotting?”
After pondering briefly, Bu Eunseol searched the Black-Robed Masked Killer’s body.
But as expected, nothing of particular note emerged.
“Mu Jon would never have his subordinates carry letters or documents that could be discovered by others.”
Taking a deep breath, I shook my head.
“Yet relying solely on verbal transmission is equally precarious.”
If information were transmitted only by word of mouth for security?
Then if one were ambushed by enemies and lost their life like this… precious information would be completely lost.
“The Heavenly Heart Seal.”
Thus far, Mu Jon had consistently used the Heavenly Heart Seal for all matters requiring security.
Then could he not have employed similar methods for transmitting information as well? This thought struck me.
“Let me try.”
Whoosh.
As I drew upon the Heavenly Heart Seal, I could sense something distinctly foreign emanating from the Masked Assassin’s body.
It was not internal energy cultivation, but rather as if something were embedded near the groin area.
“Hmm.”
After a moment of contemplation, I examined the Masked Assassin’s groin area carefully. Yet nothing could be confirmed with the naked eye.
Zing.
Finally, I drew upon the Empty Heart Penetrating Technique.
I could sense an extremely transparent image inscribed on the inner thigh—invisible to the eye.
“How meticulous.”
No one would carefully examine the inner thigh of Intelligence Organization members during an investigation.
Mu Jon employed an extraordinarily unique method.
He had information inscribed upon their bodies, allowing him to recover any intelligence that might otherwise be lost.
“A map.”
What was inscribed there was none other than a map.
And it pointed to a certain mountain located in Moo Chang.
“A secret chamber.”
Bu Eunseol immediately grasped the map’s meaning.
Hwabidang was where masters of mechanism engineering gathered. If that were the case….
“Could they be in the process of relocating Mu Jon’s secret chamber that was exposed before?”
Mu Jon had constructed a mysterious facility on Daebyeol Mountain and was secretly storing various items there, including Jeong Cheon Je’s personal effects.
At that time, I had infiltrated that place with all my internal power depleted.
I had been unable to erase the traces of my entry.
Mu Jon must have discovered those traces.
If so, he would have needed to relocate that secret cave entirely.
Perhaps the Black-Robed Masked Killers were those who managed or relocated Mu Jon’s secret chamber.
‘There is no time.’
Mu Jon was no fool.
Once he realized his subordinates had not returned at the expected time, he would immediately sense something amiss.
I had to reach the secret chamber before that happened.
“Forgive me.”
Bu Eunseol drew upon the Yeolha Dae Jeong Jin Gi.
Only by erasing all traces left in this place could I buy myself some time.
Whoosh! The flames roared.
Scorching heat erupted as the corpses began to burn like charcoal.
Bu Eunseol found not only the Masked Assassin’s body but also the Blue-Faced Assassins she had dealt with earlier, incinerating them all together.
The flames crackled.
With formidable inner power, I created an illusory coffin chamber, preventing the heat from the Yeolha Dae Jeong Jin Gi from spreading.
As even the rocks glowed red, all the corpses scattered across the plains finally turned to ash and scattered away.
Whoosh!
Having erased all traces, Bu Eunseol immediately launched herself forward.
I had to hurry to Moo Chang and verify Mu Jon’s secret chamber.
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The map drawn on the Masked Assassin’s inner thigh pointed to a deep gorge in Baek Woon Mountain located in Moo Chang.
This place was a renowned mountain that countless tourists visited, making it utterly unsuitable for hiding something or constructing a secret chamber.
Yet why had Mu Jon constructed a secret chamber here?
‘There truly is nothing.’
I searched everywhere from Young Poong Hyup where people passed through to Jeol Gok where few ventured.
Yet I could find neither a secret chamber nor a hidden cave suitable for concealment.
Even after unfolding the Gong Sim Tong Ryeong to search for traces, the result remained the same.
‘Then.’
Mu Jon was not only versed in martial arts but also possessed considerable skill in formation techniques and grand spells.
Had he not previously made even the Secret Cave of Daebyeol Mountain accessible through bizarre methods?
Even if a Secret Cave had been constructed in this place.
Without knowing the method to enter, he would have set up a device that served no purpose whatsoever.
“Hmm.”
Gazing toward the distant sky, I noticed the sun was already setting.
By now, Mu Jon would have discerned that something was amiss with the Information Division he had dispatched.
‘If I utilize all three divine energies.’
What if the things installed here were unique spell techniques or grand spells?
They might not be detectable through martial arts energy, but could they be sensed through the three divine energies? This thought struck me.
‘Let me try.’
Whoooosh.
I first dispersed the Wind and Cloud Divine Energy.
Unlike Thunder and Water Divine Energy, Wind and Cloud Divine Energy could expand indefinitely if one simply tried to enlarge its range.
First, I intended to discover what was blocking this place and where the Secret Cave was installed.
‘If grand spells or techniques are in place, I should be able to detect even the slightest trace.’
Since Wind and Cloud Divine Energy contained the essence of nature, it would certainly detect any artificial force.
Zing.
Then a subtle sensation was detected.
It felt as though I had touched an invisible, transparent wall.
‘There it is.’
Bu Eunseol, who had moved swiftly, arrived at a deep forest.
But the power of the Wind and Cloud Divine Energy seemed blocked, unable to penetrate into the forest.
“If I assume some technique has been deployed in this place….”
I then drew upon the Water Divine Energy and began to disperse it.
The Water Divine Energy, infused with the essence of purification, should at least be able to destroy the grand spell spread across this place.
‘It’s not working.’
But nothing was being resolved or broken through.
‘Perhaps what is spread here is not a grand spell imbued with malevolent energy… which is why the Water Divine Energy is not responding.’
Bu Eunseol, who had been pondering briefly, closed both eyes.
‘Then what if I simply assume something is there and push forward with the Water Divine Energy?’
Crack. Zzzzzt!
In one hand, I manifested the Water Divine Energy, and in the other, the Thunder Divine Energy.
The Water Divine Energy possessed the essence of purification, and the Thunder Divine Energy could tear and destroy.
Since something existed here, I attempted to fuse both forces to shatter it.
Shhhhh. Zzzzzt.
Yet even combining both forces, I felt nothing breaking or making contact.
“I see.”
Bu Eunseol finally grasped something.
This location—the Feng Yun Divine Artifact detected it.
Then it would also require the Feng Yun Divine Artifact to destroy it.
Whirrrrr.
I drew upon the Feng Yun Divine Artifact.
According to the principles of the Murim, one cannot combine two or more forces simultaneously.
Therefore, I attempted something like ‘Harmony’—
drawing upon all three divine artifacts at once and aligning them together.
Screeeee.
The moment I drew upon all three divine artifacts simultaneously, a strange vibration rippled through my body, and a faint luminescence began to pour forth.
At the same time, a pain like my mind was crumbling overwhelmed me.
When deploying Harmony, the pain felt like my body was tearing apart—
but drawing upon all three divine artifacts at once,
I felt a pain as though my very spirit was collapsing.
‘Nnnngh…’
My mind felt as if it were melting, and my vision grew increasingly transparent.
If I continued like this, I would surely become a vegetable.
‘Stop…’
I desperately tried to withdraw the three divine artifacts.
But it would not stop.
Unlike the forces of the Murim, the three divine artifacts,
once drawn upon simultaneously, did not cease—they continued to spread endlessly.
It was like opening a channel in a dammed reservoir, and the water gushing forth without restraint.
Riiiiip.
As time passed, the sound of tearing flesh echoed within my mind.
It felt as though the sack containing what I called consciousness was swelling to its limit and tearing asunder.
Just as my mind was about to become completely transparent,
Zing.
suddenly, an infinitely warm energy emanated from the Noe Ho Hyeol,
and the rampaging three divine artifacts’ energy, which had been arbitrarily expanding the space of my spirit, gradually stabilized and began to fuse into one.
Boom!
At that same moment, three streams of mystical radiance burst forth from my body, spreading to the very ends of the sky.
They swept across the surrounding forty-odd paces, beginning to spiral violently.
Screee. Screeeee.
The sound of something sharp scraping against metal echoed endlessly.
Screeeee. Crack.
Finally, the sound of something shattering rang out,
Thud.
The unified energy of the three divine artifacts extended outward, and I dropped to one knee.
The agony I had just endured was of an entirely different dimension from any physical suffering I had experienced before.
Had I not reached a realm approaching the Spiritual Realm Breakthrough, or lacked the extraordinary perseverance and unwavering resolve of one without peer,
Bu Eunseol would have gone mad or become a simpleton.
“That was a close call indeed.”
Still grasping at my scattered wits, I shook my head.
“The alignment of divine energy is impossible without obtaining a complete Sasin force.”
Sasin force is the power of nature.
Without obtaining complete Sasin force.
Any union beyond the second-tier divine energy is impossible, and if forced, the spirit could shatter into fragments.
Zing.
But then a transparent radiance spread before Bu Eunseol, and a small space materialized.
The power of the third-tier divine energy finally.
Shattered the grand formation installed here, revealing the hidden space.
Whoosh.
Stepping into the transparent space, Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened.
“This is…”
The landscape unfolding before my eyes.
Was it not a structure remarkably similar to Moo Jon’s Secret Chamber that had existed on Daebyeol Mountain before?
“So they did move it here after all.”
As expected, the Black-Robed Masked Killers.
Had secretly relocated the Secret Cave from Daebyeol Mountain to this location under Moo Jon’s orders.
Evidence of this lay in the traces suggesting that the internal formations and mechanisms remained incomplete.
“Though it is somewhat different.”
Upon entering the Secret Cave, I discovered a large office where various documents and secret records were stacked.
“They preserved these instead of burning them?”
A figure of Moo Jon’s caliber would understand security’s paramount importance.
Yet why would such documents be kept intact instead of destroyed?
“Could it be…”
After staring at the accumulated secret records and documents for a long while, Bu Eunseol let out a hollow laugh.
“Ah, I see.”
Exhaling sharply, I gazed down at the documents and shook my head.
“These aren’t Moo Jon’s—they’re intercepted communications from Murim Alliance organizations.”
These documents were preserved from various Murim Alliance organizations’ directives or covert transmissions to secret operations.
Since they weren’t written in secret cipher, they appeared to be copies rather than originals—separately collected intercepted communications.
“Knowing the true nature of the Murim Alliance… Moo Jon was making considerable efforts.”
Even while serving as the Alliance Leader, he was investigating and probing the Murim Alliance’s secret organizations.
Which meant he himself had yet to grasp the Murim Alliance’s true nature and continued investigating even now.
“But why would Moo Jon’s subordinate attempt to transmit this location to Hwabidang?”
A subordinate of Moo Jon would naturally know this Secret Cave’s location, so there would be no need for covert transmission.
“No, it’s possible he wouldn’t know.”
Moo Jon was a meticulous man.
If he did something, he did it himself, even if it took time.
No matter how much I trusted a subordinate, I would never have ordered them to relocate the Secret Cave where my secrets lay hidden.
―You too will soon die by Mu Jon’s hand.
Suddenly, the Black-Robed Masked Killer’s final cry echoed through my mind.
He was clearly a subordinate of Mu Jon, yet his words seemed to betray him.
“Then, as I suspected, the Black-Robed Masked Killer is someone who has turned against Mu Jon….”
A brilliant light flashed across Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she stared into the void.
Only then did I grasp the true secret of this Secret Cave.
“…And he risked his life to transmit the location of this Secret Cave to someone.”
The Black-Robed Masked Killer, as expected, was Mu Jon’s subordinate who had either betrayed him or been recruited by an opposing faction.
The Blue-Faced Assassins were likely pursuers sent to seize whatever the Black-Robed Masked Killers possessed.
“Then there exists someone within the Murim Alliance who stands in opposition to Mu Jon….”
Bu Eunseol murmured softly, gazing at the Secret Cave.
“Mu Gyeol.”
The true disciple of Jeong Cheon Je, who destroyed his own cultivation to become Mu Jon’s disciple in order to uncover his master’s death.
Only he possessed the power to sway Mu Jon’s subordinates and lead the opposing faction.
Only he could orchestrate such a thing.

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