The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 822

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Chapter 822.
Splash, splash, splash.
After walking for some time, the sound of flowing river water reached my ears.
Beyond the forest ahead, the river bank would come into view.
Gong Son Dan Gyeong likely intended to use that river to escape, or perhaps to end her life there.
Whoosh.
As the forest came into sight, Bu Eunseol unfurled her technique once more, beginning to fell the trees.
Floating gently.
The felled trees rose suspended in the air.
As the blades of true energy began carving the wood with exquisite precision, joints and seams came together to form a single shape.
It was a coffin.
Creak, creak.
Bu Eunseol could have crafted a coffin quickly.
But she was creating one with meticulous care, working slowly to achieve extraordinary precision.
All the while, she lay cradled in my arms as though sleeping.
In the past, I would have used the Glacial River Technique to preserve her body slightly frozen.
But there was no need for that now.
With cultivation reaching ten full cycles and the Three Divine Techniques at my command, I could reach the Gong Sun Estate in less than a day.
“You’ll be home soon.”
Bu Eunseol spoke tenderly, as one might to a beloved, while gazing at the coffin taking shape in the void.
“Rest peacefully there.”
Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s face bore the serene expression of one lost in slumber.
The sunlight was brilliant, and the breeze was cool.
Even in death, I could not fathom why the world still appeared so beautiful and abundant.
“You have handled so much during this time. Perhaps it would be good to rest beside our parents for a while.”
In my eyes, fixed upon the distant sky, crimson light blazed like wildfire.
“While you rest there, I shall deal with all those who dared to touch you.”
My objective had shifted.
First, deliver her body to the Gong Sun Estate, then immediately depart the Murim Alliance.
As Seon Woo Jin.
I would hunt down every last one who had laid hands upon Gong Son Dan Gyeong and slaughter them all.
Snap.
At last the coffin was complete, and Bu Eunseol carefully laid her within.
Whoosh.
In that instant, the entire world darkened, and dense black shadows converged upon Bu Eunseol from all sides.
The masters of the Jung Son Family, having located Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s whereabouts, had descended upon this place.
Their numbers totaled five hundred.
All of them were soldiers capable of wielding the power of Baek Pal Sung through either the Gyeong Seong Yok or the Yang Jung Dae Method.
In terms of martial force, they were equivalent to five thousand Murim warriors.
Creak.
Yet Bu Eunseol paid them no mind, laying Gong Son Dan Gyeong to rest before sealing the coffin shut.
Thud.
Hoisting the coffin onto her shoulders, she resumed her forward march.
―Strike!
They recognized her as Bu Eunseol wielding the power of Seon Woo Jin and unleashed a coordinated assault.
Through Baek Pal Sung’s might, the earth beneath them blackened across a hundred paces, and strange forces erupted around his form.
Yet the dark energy beneath the ground.
Baek Pal Sung’s power that engulfed dozens of paces.
None of it touched Bu Eunseol’s body.
Splash.
In that same instant, blood fountains erupted from the throats of the Jung Son Family masters rushing toward her.
Bu Eunseol’s transcendent perception already enveloped the entire forest.
She missed not a single breath, not a single movement of the Jung Son Family warriors.
They all had to be slaughtered.
Not a single one could be allowed to escape.
Screeeech!
Her will manifested through the Feminine Absolute Formation, the blade of black demonic energy.
Transcending space and distance, it severed their necks relentlessly.
Bu Eunseol had long since reached the realm of the Choguk Dowon, her inner power having attained the pinnacle.
Splash! Crunch!
With each step she took bearing the coffin, the warriors who charged at her sprayed blood without even a scream.
―Ugh.
The Jung Son Family warriors who had been attacking fiercely suddenly faltered, their movements ceasing.
She merely walked with serene steps, flowing like water.
Yet heads continued to fall endlessly.
No light. No form.
They could not even perceive what attack was being unleashed, much less how their necks were being severed.
Ma Cheon Je.
The Feminine Absolute Formation that Bu Eunseol wielded differed little from the one Ma Cheon Je himself deployed.
The erupting wrath and the function of the Wind and Cloud Divine Technique combined.
The Feminine Absolute Formation, now freed from distance constraints, had become terror itself—demonic sorcery incarnate.
Step by step.
Regardless, Bu Eunseol walked without sparing them a glance, her eyes hollow and vacant.
Her surroundings seemed severed from the world, her footsteps irregular and slow.
She did not respond to the sounds or movements around her, as if entering a realm of her own…
Splash! Screeeech!
Yet regardless, the heads of the Jung Son Family warriors continued to fall without end.
Thud thud.
In the end, fewer than a hundred of the original five hundred remained.
A massive force capable of toppling even a great faction in a single strike.
All of it—destroyed by a single person in less than an hour’s time.
―The one below is Death.
Step by step.
The remaining martial artists, gripped by terror, found themselves backing away without conscious thought.
“What is this?”
A low voice rang out, and a shadow materialized behind the martial artists.
He carried an enormous bundle across his back like a traveling merchant, and wore a peculiar ceremonial crown upon his head.
At a glance, one could discern he was the commander leading the Jung Son Family’s great army.
“Sword King Seon Woo Jin. How does a young disciple of the Orthodox Sects wield the profound techniques of the Demonic Path?”
The Middle-Aged Man had perceived the method Bu Eunseol employed.
The blade of true energy moving at such incomprehensible speed that it defied the eye—he had recognized it as a technique of the Demonic Path.
“I know not what you have done.”
The Middle-Aged Man could not continue.
The sky darkened to black, and dozens of massive blades descended upon his head.
Heart Sword.
Manifested through the form of the Yeo Yi Jin Gyeol, enlarged to colossal proportions.
Boom.
A pale green aura erupted from the Middle-Aged Man’s body as he caught the Heart Sword with both hands.
Earth Strength Star.
The Middle-Aged Man possessed the power of the Earth Strength Star—within his domain, nothing could be destroyed by any force.
“Hmph, no matter what you do, you cannot break this body of mine….”
The Middle-Aged Man’s words ceased.
Crack, crack, crack.
Suddenly the earth beneath his feet fractured,
Whoooosh. Crash!
His body plunged endlessly downward into the depths of the earth.
Pouring forth more than twelve decades of inner power, I drove the Middle-Aged Man’s body deep into the ground.
“Ahhhhh!”
From the bottomless black chasm, the Middle-Aged Man’s agonized screams echoed.
The earth continued to fracture, and his desperate cries gradually faded into the distance.
That resilient body of the Earth Strength Star descended endlessly into the depths below.
“….”
Soon, no screams could be heard any longer.
One could not even fathom how deep he had fallen.
The martial artists present trembled with terror.
They did not possess the true power of Baek Pal Sung, but only temporary strength granted to them.
They could not overcome Bu Eunseol, who wielded such terrifying techniques and had accumulated such formidable power.
No—a single gesture from him would mean death.
Tremble, tremble.
The martial artists stood motionless like statues, their bodies quivering faintly.
Even if I steeled myself for death and shattered my body, I couldn’t leave so much as a scratch on his flesh.
My body had frozen solid from that overwhelming sense of helplessness and terror.
―So the Sword King Seon Woo Jin was truly such a monster.
That became the final thought those martial artists recalled in their dying moments.
Thud, thud, thud.
The heads of the remaining hundred or so martial artists fell to the ground like autumn leaves.
Five hundred warriors.
The Jung Son Family’s martial experts dispatched to destroy the Blood Heaven Blood Life Group.
All of them had been utterly annihilated by Bu Eunseol’s hand.
“For now, let this suffice.”
Bu Eunseol murmured softly to herself.
“Once I’ve resolved all matters concerning the Murim Alliance, I shall hunt down and erase every faction that dared lay hands upon the Chief.”
Whoooosh.
A fierce wind swirled around Bu Eunseol’s body.
The terrestrial flight technique—a fusion of immense inner power and the Wind Cloud Divine Art—unfolded.
Shhhhhhh.
Bu Eunseol ascended rigidly into the sky.
Twenty zhang, thirty zhang, forty zhang….
Finally reaching a height so dizzying that the surrounding landscape spread beneath me like a map,
I moved forward like an immortal riding the clouds.
Thanks to the Wind Cloud Divine Art, neither wind sounds nor the whistle of cutting through air could be heard.
I traveled in perfect silence, as though sitting peacefully in a tea house.
“I’ve felt terribly sorry all this time. It seemed as though I were using you for my own purposes.”
Even as Bu Eunseol journeyed toward the Gong Sun Estate, I spoke to Gong Son Dan Gyeong as if she still lived,
speaking endlessly into the coffin chamber.
When a person dies, they remain unaware of their death for a time and linger near their lifeless body,
and thus can hear the words of the living.
Bu Eunseol ensured that Gong Son Dan Gyeong, who had breathed her last in my embrace,
would not depart forlornly to the afterlife, speaking to her ceaselessly.
“In truth, like you, I entered the Murim Alliance driven by vengeance.”
Bu Eunseol spoke in a low voice, gazing at the landscape spread beyond the white clouds.
“My grandfather took me in as an orphan and raised me with love. But it turned out he was a martial artist who had retired from the world… and was murdered by an unknown Hyung Su.”
I continued speaking as I traversed the sky using the technique of Great Earth Flowing Immortal, transcending mere terrestrial flight.
“Believing Hyung Su to be of the Demonic Path, I entered the Demon Palace and became one of the Ten Demon Immortals. But after countless trials, when I finally found a clue to the culprit, it turned out to be one of the Seven Lords of the Murim Alliance.”
Bu Eunseol poured out my frustration at having been unable to take revenge even now.
“Whether Orthodox Sects or Demonic Path—it matters not to me. If only I could have my vengeance upon Hyung Su for so cruelly murdering my grandfather… I would be capable of anything.”
Rustle.
At that moment, a subtle movement was felt from within the coffin chamber.
But Bu Eunseol was not particularly startled.
When rigor mortis sets in, it is quite common for a corpse’s limbs to move.
Perhaps her spirit heard everything and ascended to the heavens.
Whoosh.
Even so, my body continued to cleave through the sky.
No matter how masterfully one cultivated the lightness technique, carrying a heavy coffin made it impossible to soar endlessly through the heavens.
But with the unprecedented inner power of Ten Heavenly Cycles and the blessing of the Wind Cloud Divine Technique, I could glide through the sky as peacefully as a bird in flight.
Whoosh.
The Gong Sun Estate’s manor soon appeared as a mere dot beneath me.
Screech.
I descended not toward the main gate, but toward the Inner Quarters where Gong Sun Hwa Wook resided.
There was no need to show Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s death to the servants prematurely.
Zing.
But something strange occurred.
As I attempted to land at the Gong Sun Estate, a peculiar force surrounded it like a wall, preventing my descent.
‘There’s no choice.’
Crackle crackle.
Purple lightning erupted from my body.
I unleashed the Thunder Divine Technique to forcibly breach the formation array spread across the Gong Sun Estate.
Flash! Crackle crackle.
I channeled the Thunder Divine Technique downward beneath my feet.
Yet surprisingly, the transparent wall did not shatter easily.
Dong dong dong.
Moreover, a bell suddenly tolled, and servants from within the Gong Sun Estate began pouring out en masse.
‘This isn’t even a martial family, yet they’ve fortified security to this degree?’
As I stood bewildered,
Rumble rumble.
The assembled servants lifted their heads, their piercing gazes fixed upon me hovering in the air.
‘There’s no choice.’
I reluctantly descended toward the main gate.
Creak.
The gate swung wide open, and dozens of servants rushed out to surround me.
Judging by their movements and expressions, they were all formidable masters without exception.
“Greetings.”
Having set down the coffin, I bowed respectfully to the servants,
“Who are you?”
Upon discovering my face—disguised as Seon Woo Jin—the servants brightened and asked.
“Aren’t you Young Master Seon Woo?”
Seon Woo Jin and Gong Son Dan Gyeong were a publicly acknowledged couple.
After all, even Gong Sun Hwa Wook had acknowledged it.
Seon Woo Jin and Gong Son Dan Gyeong were in a publicly acknowledged relationship.
Because even Gong Sun Hwa Wook acknowledged it.
In essence, he was no different from being the Gong Sun Estate’s son-in-law.
“But why didn’t you come through the main gate and use lightness martial arts to reach the Main House….”
“My apologies. I was rushing to see the family head and made a grave mistake.”
“But that is….”
The servants stared at the coffin Bu Eunseol had set down, their faces draining of color.
The first young lady’s husband and the man who would become the Gong Sun Estate’s son-in-law.
Why had he arrived carrying a coffin that appeared freshly made?
“This is….”
Just as Bu Eunseol lowered her head to speak,
“Who has arrived?”
A low, commanding voice echoed from within, and
a middle-aged man with a coffin-like appearance and a refined, elegant middle-aged woman walked out side by side.
They were none other than Gong Sun Hwa Wook and his wife.
“My, what brings you here so suddenly?”
Gong Sun Hwa Wook, upon spotting Bu Eunseol, smiled warmly and moved to approach her.
But he suddenly halted mid-step.
Bu Eunseol’s eyes were infinitely dark.
And above all, he saw the coffin she had set beside her.
“What is this coffin?”
As Gong Sun Hwa Wook’s expression hardened, Bu Eunseol lowered her head once more.
During the journey here, she had agonized countless times over what to say in such a situation.
She had tried to explain calmly, hoping to spare these two from shock.
But now, facing Gong Sun Hwa Wook, the words would not come easily.
“Family Head.”
At last, Bu Eunseol, still lost in thought, bowed with utmost formality.
“Forgive me.”
Stagger.
Then Yok Jeong Young, who stood beside Gong Sun Hwa Wook, pressed her forehead and swayed.
From Bu Eunseol’s expression alone, she had grasped who lay within that coffin.
“What are you saying now….”
Yok Jeong Young asked in a voice thick with sorrow.
The couple had long ago already lost a beloved daughter.
And though she was an adopted daughter, they had believed heaven had granted them another chance, and raised her with even greater love.
But… for that daughter to return as a corpse once more?
“Dan, Dan Gyeong….”
Yok Jeong Young staggered forward toward the coffin.
And carefully lifted the coffin lid.
“Dan Gyeong!”
There lay Gong Son Dan Gyeong, her eyes closed in a serene pose as if sleeping.
As the outer robe draped over her body was pulled back,
Her garments were torn in countless places, and dark blood stained the fabric—evidence of terrible suffering.
“Dan Gyeong――!”
Yok Jeong Young’s anguished cry echoed through the Gong Sun Estate.
The wailing of a parent who had lost their child seemed to freeze time itself, evaporating even the very air.
“How could you―――!”
Mid-wail, she collapsed into unconsciousness.
“My lady.”
Gong Sun Hwa Wook, supporting his wife, spoke to the servants.
“Take my lady inside.”
The servants rushed over and escorted Yok Jeong Young back into the manor.
Gong Sun Hwa Wook took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the coffin.
No matter how many times he looked, examined, and verified,
the body in the coffin was undoubtedly his daughter, Gong Son Dan Gyeong.
“What happened?”
Bu Eunseol answered Gong Sun Hwa Wook’s question with a sorrowful expression.
“The Chief was ambushed.”
“By whom?”
“By forces from the Jung Son Family, one of the Three Legendary Martial Families.”
“The Jung Son Family?”
Gong Sun Hwa Wook’s eyes flashed with intensity.
“You’re saying one of the legendary Three Legendary Martial Families attacked Gyeong Yi?”
“Yes.”
“Then they must have sent those who wield the power of Baek Pal Sung.”
“You knew?”
It was astonishing.
The Gong Sun Estate paid no attention to Murim affairs
and was not even a legendary martial family, yet they knew of the Jung Son Family’s circumstances?
“This is――”
At that moment, Gong Sun Hwa Wook’s eyes, which had been studying the corpse of Gong Son Dan Gyeong in the coffin intently, flashed with realization.
“What troubles you?”
Despite Bu Eunseol’s question, Gong Sun Hwa Wook remained lost in deep contemplation, as if wrestling with something profound.
After standing motionless for a long while like a stone monument, he finally turned to Bu Eunseol and spoke.
“What do you intend to do from now on?”
“I plan to leave the Murim Alliance. And… I will find and punish all those who have brought harm to the Chief, including the Jung Son Family.”
“I see.”
Gong Sun Hwa Wook nodded and spoke.
“Very well.”
With a gentle motion,
Gong Sun Hwa Wook used his inner power to carefully lift the coffin containing his daughter’s remains.
“The rest will be handled by the head of the main house. Depart safely.”
“Patriarch.”
I moved to offer words of comfort to Gong Sun Hwa Wook, knowing his grief must be immense.
But I found myself hesitating.
His expression was far too composed, too serene.
He did not appear to be a man who had just lost his beloved daughter.
‘His sorrow is so profound that he cannot even express it.’
People struck by such overwhelming shock that they cannot even feel pain—they exist in a void.
During my time with the Yeomsa, I had witnessed countless such souls.
Especially parents who had lost their children.
The magnitude of their trauma rendered them placid, and they would instead concern themselves with the struggles and exhaustion of those tending to their grief.
Because all sorrow, all emotion, had already been obliterated from their hearts.
“I apologize.”
I felt utterly ashamed.
“Once I have settled all matters, I shall return to pay my respects to you, Patriarch.”
I clasped my hands and bowed deeply.
“Very well.”
“Seon Woo of the Original Clan.”
Then Gong Sun Hwa Wook’s voice resonated through the air.
“Do not worry yourself. All will be well.”
My steps faltered.
He was the one who should be receiving comfort, yet he offered such consideration to me. Why?
“Yes. I shall do my utmost to the very end.”
I bowed once more with utmost respect, then turned and departed the Gong Sun Estate with haste.
His eyes, fixed upon the distant sky, burned like the sun itself.
“Mu Jon!”
The Jung Son Family was Gong Son Dan Gyeong’s murderer—they must be destroyed without question.
And Mu Jon, who had orchestrated the Jung Son Family to strike down Gong Son Dan Gyeong, must be eliminated as well.
A cry pierced the air.
At that moment, a hawk descended from the distant sky and began circling around me.
It was a messenger hawk—the Sa Hon Dae’s means of conveying urgent tidings.
The hawk alighted upon my forearm.
As I withdrew the letter from the bird’s leg, my eyes blazed with sudden clarity.
The hawk bore the reply I had awaited so desperately.
The final piece of my meticulously laid plans had fallen into place at last.
Now it was time to strike back.

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