The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 845

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Chapter 845.
Demon Hall Jam Ma Gak, Great Conference Hall.
Bu Eunseol, who had just returned from the Wind Divine Palace, was conducting a private meeting with Yu Woon Ryong.
“It seems the time has come for our Sayoung Hall to stake our lives as well.”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke with an unusually grave expression.
“The Yu Myeol Dan and Hyeol Am Dan of Ben Jeon have been completely annihilated by mysterious beings whose identities remain unknown.”
The Shinbi Mun Pa of Seo Jang, which Bu Eunseol had brought under the Demon Hall’s control.
And the sphere of influence of the Yunhai Biyeok Palace, which supplies eighty percent of the spirit herb materials used to create the Demon Hall’s spirit contracts.
Had suddenly been invaded by forces of unknown strange beings.
The Yunhai Biyeok Palace responded immediately, but they were utterly outmatched. Consequently, the Demon Hall dispatched two battle divisions in haste, but they were completely wiped out.
“Ben Jeon has done what it could. After all, the Yunhai Biyeok Palace was brought under control by Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, so Ma Cheon Je issued an order for the successor to resolve this matter.”
In the name of Ma Cheon Je.
An order had been issued to eliminate the strange forces invading the Demon Hall’s sphere of influence.
However, Bu Eunseol was occupied with matters at the Wind Divine Palace at the time, so she could not immediately carry out this order.
Consequently, Seo Jin Ha had no choice but to accept the command and lead the Sayoung Hall forces toward the Yunhai Biyeok Palace.
“The elite forces of Sayoung Hall number merely three hundred.”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke with evident frustration.
“To ask them to accomplish what a battle division composed of four thousand soldiers could not… is essentially ordering them to self-destruct.”
The Fengyun Spiritual Land operated under a different flow of time than the outside world.
Bu Eunseol had thought only a single day had passed, but in reality, considerable time had elapsed.
During the period when she could not contact Sa Hon Dae, so many events had unfolded.
“I will depart immediately.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Yu Woon Ryong lowered his head.
“Even if you leave now, it will make no difference. Those monsters with their eyes and mouths sewn shut cannot be confronted.”
“Eyes and mouths sewn shut?”
“Yes. According to reports, they are said to be absolutely immortal to any attack. Such monsters do not exist in the Murim…”
Bu Eunseol drew a deep breath.
Then she nodded calmly.
“Contact Sa Hon Dae and have all forces withdraw.”
“What did you say?”
“There is no need to send intelligence operatives. Yunhai Biyeok Palace will contact us soon enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“They are called Myeol Jeok Ja. Monsters created by Sa In Cheon, one of the Eight Immortals Heaven.”
Bu Eunseol calmly explained what had transpired in the Fengyun Spiritual Land.
“The Cheon Ju of Incheon died so pathetically?”
Yu Woon Ryong blinked in astonishment, and Bu Eunseol shrugged.
“It seems Sa In’s true power was not his martial arts, but rather his ability to command the Myeol Jeok Ja.”
She continued, shaking her head.
“Likely, having exploited the identity of Seol So, and being together with Hae Yeon and So Gung Ju, he revealed himself thinking he was at best dealing with someone of Jeong Hwa Sam Gye’s level.”
What if Sa In had not revealed himself in the Fengyun Spiritual Land and only used the Myeol Jeok Ja?
Even if Bu Eunseol had not been defeated, she would have endured tremendous hardship.
But Sa In revealed himself boldly to Bu Eunseol, and as a result, he was killed instantly by the Blood Dew Seven Techniques.
“Then.”
“By now, all of the Myeol Jeok Ja must have become piles of corpses.”
“Hahaha.”
Yu Woon Ryong burst into an absurd laugh.
“They say even when the destined ones stumble, they pick up gold.”
Simply following So Ok Rim and Hae Yeon to the Fengyun Spiritual Land of the Wind Divine Palace.
Who would have thought it would become the catalyst to resolve the unprecedented crisis of the Sayoung Battle Division in one fell swoop?
“Then I should begin now.”
Bu Eunseol rose from her seat, a smile tinged with murderous intent playing on her lips.
“Such an order could never have come directly from Ma Cheon Je.”
That Ma Cheon Je would never issue such a command just to annihilate the Sayoung Battle Division.
It was surely the machinations of one of the Demon Hall’s highest elders, capable of drawing out Ma Cheon Je’s command.
“On the surface it was Chong Gyo Ryeong, but in reality it was Bi Yeong Gak Ju.”
Yu Woon Ryong produced a document from his robes as if he had been waiting for this moment.
“He drew out Ma Cheon Je’s command.”
“Bi Yeong Gak Ju?”
“He will have no face to show Ma Cheon Je. Through the activities of the Sa Hon Dae, he had been seeing through your every move clearly, but now he has lost track of you completely.”
Yu Woon Ryong spoke through gritted teeth.
“If only the Lords of the Sayoung Battle Division disappear, there will be no one to manage the massive intelligence organization known as the Sa Hon Dae… He must have aimed for that void.”
Yu Woon Ryong had thoroughly investigated the mastermind behind this affair, believing that Bu Eunseol would resolve everything.
“Well done.”
Bu Eunseol walked out without even looking at the document.
“You won’t even examine the evidence?”
“Would someone of Hwa Jung Cheon’s caliber have started this affair without the intention of severing at least one major tail?”
“Then…”
“But I must demonstrate that such matters cannot be resolved by merely cutting off the tail.”
A sickly pale radiance emanated from Bu Eunseol’s eyes.
That appearance was not that of the Demonic Path’s young Grand Patriarch.
It was as if she had become Jin Ma, the Human Demon.
As twilight painted the earth crimson with the setting sun, a terrifying blood wind beyond comprehension swept through the interior of the Demon Hall.
Once she had been a gentle young Grand Patriarch with the epithet of the Righteous One within the Demonic Path. But now she had become the blood-soaked Reaper announcing the end of lives.
Those who rushed forward died in agony.
Those who pleaded for mercy died, as did those who made excuses.
Those who stood still died, as did those who fled.
The dead were all members of the Secret Intelligence Organization, belonging to the Bi Yeong Gak, the Demon Hall’s highest intelligence agency.
As the brutal massacre continued,
Boom. Rumble rumble.
The great gates of the Bi Yeong Gak swung wide open as numerous forces poured in.
They were warriors of the Blood Demon Unit belonging to the Sole Brightness Pavilion, directly operated by Chong Gyo Ryeong Yeop Hyo Cheon, a force comparable to the Demon Hall’s elite special forces.
Muk Hon Ryeong Ju broke through the Bi Young Gak and entered.
When the Demon Hall’s people first heard news of the brutal massacre unfolding, they all dismissed it with laughter.
But the Cheon Bi Gak—the symbol of Bi Young Gak, a display of its authority, a strategic fortress that overlooked the Demon Hall at a glance, and a watchtower.
When the Cheon Bi Gak crumbled to pieces, the warriors of the Demon Hall finally grasped the situation.
And at the request of Bi Young Gak Ju Hwa Jung Cheon, Yeop Hyo Cheon’s Blood Demon Unit had rushed forth.
Crash.
As the assembled warriors parted to either side, an elderly man in formal robes and another in ceremonial garments walked forward side by side.
They were none other than Chong Gyo Ryeong Yeop Hyo Cheon and Bi Young Gak Ju Hwa Jung Cheon.
‘This madman!’
Hwa Jung Cheon looked around with fury blazing in his eyes.
Amid the stench of blood and an ominous chill.
Those lying dead so pathetically were all his most capable and cherished subordinates from Bi Young Gak, were they not?
‘How could this happen!’
He had anticipated every movement within Bu Eunseol’s range of action from the start, and had even prepared perfectly to sever all traces in case of failure.
Moreover, the Myeol Jeok Ja was Bul Sa.
No matter how skilled he was at flying through the heavens, he could not overcome the Myeol Jeok Ja released upon Yun Hae Byeok Ryeong Gung.
In the end, he had failed to complete Ma Cheon Je’s command… Even if the man discovered that all of this was orchestrated by him.
The only place his rage could be directed was at the scapegoat he had prepared in advance—the Fire Divine Lord alone.
Yet somehow, all the Myeol Jeok Ja at Yun Hae Byeok Ryeong Gung were dead…
Bu Eunseol had brazenly stormed into Bi Young Gak and slaughtered his subordinates indiscriminately.
“Chong Gyo Ryeong. This Gak Ju cannot fathom this situation.”
Hwa Jung Cheon was a seasoned veteran of countless battles.
Even as blood rushed backward in shock, he spoke with measured composure.
“This is not something even the successor of Bon Jeon could manage.”
“One of the Eight Immortals Heaven—Sa In.”
Bu Eunseol spoke tersely.
“If you destroyed two entire units of Bon Jeon without knowing that, then that too would be a crime.”
In that instant, Hwa Jung Cheon’s gaze wavered.
Bi Young Gak was the Demon Hall’s highest intelligence organization.
Not knowing was no excuse whatsoever.
“If you committed such acts knowing he was one of the Eight Immortals Heaven, then you have committed treason.”
Bu Eunseol extended her left hand.
Whoosh.
A severed head flew into her grasp.
It was Bi Young Gak Ju, the deputy Gak Ju, Go Il San.
“Choose for yourself.”
Thud.
Bu Eunseol threw his severed head at Hwa Jung Cheon’s feet.
“Whether this was done under Go Il San’s orders, or if there is another mastermind behind it.”
Hwa Jung Cheon’s fingers trembled instead of answering.
A dead end. I had fallen into a perfect dead end.
“So you slaughtered the elite warriors of Bi Young Gak so brutally?”
As Yeop Hyo Cheon clicked his tongue as if it were someone else’s problem, Bu Eunseol replied calmly.
“I acted according to the laws of Bon Jeon.”
Then Hwa Jung Cheon, unable to contain his anger, cried out sharply.
“Bon Gak receives orders only from the Sasin and the Cheon Ju. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I do.”
He nodded and turned his body as he spoke.
“If you believe this is a crime, then petition Ma Cheon Je.”
And he walked out of the collapsed Bi Young Gak.
―Report this to Ma Cheon Je.
Bu Eunseol left only those words behind as he turned away.
Trembling.
Hwa Jung Cheon shook like an aspen leaf, unable to contain his rage.
In contrast, Yeop Hyo Cheon narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Bu Eunseol as he receded into the distance.
“Gak Ju.”
Yeop Hyo Cheon spoke calmly, looking at Hwa Jung Cheon.
“I shall also visit the Chong Gyo Ryeong.”
Hwa Jung Cheon lowered his head without saying a word.
After all, he had orchestrated this entire plan from the beginning.
And Yeop Hyo Cheon had already withdrawn one step in advance.
The supreme elder who answers only to Ma Cheon Je—the head of Bi Young Gak could not have his neck severed…
Bu Eunseol had crushed Hwa Jung Cheon’s authority in this manner.
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The catastrophic massacre that Muk Hon Ryeong Ju perpetrated within the Demon Palace sent shockwaves throughout the entire Murim.
Even among those who pursued the Demonic Path, conflicts arising from internal power struggles and rivalries within the same faction were commonplace.
Aside from executing traitors, there was rarely cause for immediate beheading.
Yet Muk Hon Ryeong Ju had done precisely that.
Against the elite warriors of Bi Young Gak, the Demon Palace’s premier intelligence organization.
―What on earth had transpired?
The denizens of Murim burned with curiosity about the truth, yet the facts remained concealed.
For the matter involved details that could never be revealed to ordinary Murim practitioners—those concerning Jin Ma’s subordinates.
Originally, this had been Hwa Jung Cheon’s stratagem to silence Bu Eunseol’s tongue…
But now it had instead sealed his own.
Within the Demon Palace, in the Jam Ma Gak’s Great Conference Hall.
The Sayoung Hall Lords who had journeyed to Yun Hae Byeok Ryeong Gung prepared for death and returned stood in stunned silence.
―The Ryeong Ju defeated Incheon again?
Moreover, the opponent was said to be Sa In, who commanded the immortal grotesques that could never be slain.
Though the Blood Dew Seven Techniques, an absolute supreme art, had demonstrated its wondrous power.
The tales and battles Bu Eunseol had experienced in the Fengyun Spiritual Land could only feel like legends of immortals from ancient lore.
“Y-yes. I see.”
After hearing the entire account, Myo Cheon Woo nodded without particular concern.
“You must have… endured much hardship.”
His eyes had already grown bright with wonder.
Bu Eunseol’s deeds and martial prowess had already transcended beyond their comprehension.
Now they could only smile and speak with equanimity.
“Ah, I see,” they could only say.
“It seems Murim has grown rather harsh of late, hasn’t it?”
As Wi Cheon Gyeong murmured with bright eyes, Won Se Moon crossed his arms.
“Well, madmen appearing is nothing new anymore.”
Jo Nam Cheon also nodded in agreement.
“Even if that old Jin Ma possessed six arms, it would hardly be surprising.”
On the surface, all appeared peaceful, yet the current state of Murim was nearly impossible to accept with a sound mind.
The Baek Ri Family was establishing Absolute Boundaries throughout Murim, while Jin Ma’s subordinates were destroying them.
From the pattern of their actions, it was certain that Jin Ma would soon reveal himself in earnest.
Beyond that, mysterious forces from the Abyss—undetected by intelligence networks and of unknown identity—were gradually intensifying their activities.
The history of current Murim was being rewritten, rendering all previously held knowledge obsolete.
“Setting that aside for now.”
Yu Woon Ryong, the sole one maintaining clarity of mind, changed the subject.
“Knowing full well the situation, those wretched fools are orchestrating events to match their designs.”
He sighed and brought forth today’s agenda.
“The Blood Cult, that is.”
Amid all this, an unexpected faction had emerged, troubling both Bu Eunseol and the Sayoung Hall…
The Blood Cult, which had broken its promise not to invade Zhong Yuan.
Once again, they gradually encroached upon the Demon Hall’s territory and established a new branch faction.
It was the Jeok Hwang Gyo.
With massive support from the Blood Cult, they not only rapidly expanded their forces,
but were also said to be using a mysterious grand technique combining the Zangsang Gate and Goru Cult to control disabled individuals and transform them into formidable human weapons.
“Making promises with creatures like the Blood Cult proves utterly futile.”
Myo Cheon Woo’s expression darkened with anger.
“Well, I never trusted that crimson fool Pae Ryuk Gyeol from the start anyway.”
In the past, he had confronted the Blood Cult Leader Pae Ryuk Gyeol alongside Seo Jin Ha on behalf of Bu Eunseol.
And they had extracted a promise that the Blood Cult would not invade Zhong Yuan.
Yet the Blood Cult, barely any time after sealing the covenant, was revealing its ambitions once more.
“If we don’t eliminate them, Ma Cheon Je could use it against us. After all, the document of our agreement with the Blood Cult bears the seal of the Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke in response to Myo Cheon Woo’s words.
“Moreover, Hell Blood Castle is standing idly by, seemingly pleased as the Jeok Hwang Gyo expands its power.”
The Pyeong Wol Bu region, which the Jeok Hwang Gyo had claimed as its territory, was ultimately part of Hell Blood Castle’s domain, which controlled Guizhou.
Yet Hell Blood Castle, knowing all the details, was actually allowing their expansion to proceed unhindered.
“And they’ve fortified themselves near Cheong Am San, making suppression difficult.”
Yu Woon Ryong nodded in agreement.
“That place cannot even be accessed by large forces, and since they prefer employing grand techniques over martial arts… any suppression attempt would cost us dearly.”
“All the better then.”
Bu Eunseol, who had been listening silently, nodded.
“Let’s take this opportunity to dance with our blades freely.”
Then Wi Cheon Gyeong spoke cautiously.
“That won’t do. If you continue handling matters alone, Ryeong Ju…”
“I will not go.”
Bu Eunseol declared firmly, surveying the conference hall.
“This is an excellent opportunity to test how much your martial prowess has improved.”
“You mean us, Ryeong Ju?”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
“You will all handle the suppression of the Jeok Hwang Gyo.”
Jo Nam Cheon tilted his head in confusion.
“Ryeong Ju, the Jeok Hwang Gyo’s forces are said to exceed eight thousand. And they’re employing strange grand techniques as well.”
No matter how formidable Bu Eunseol and the Lords’ martial prowess might be, if they clashed head-on with eight thousand troops?
Only Bu Eunseol could survive such an encounter.
“I’m not saying you should annihilate all eight thousand troops.”
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“The Jeok Hwang Gyo is, after all, merely a temporary branch created by the Blood Cult. There’s no need to slaughter them wholesale.”
“Then…”
“Immediately infiltrate the Baek Yang Gung where their leader resides, and return with only the heads of the key figures and the leader.”
If we led a large force up Cheong Am San, we would inevitably be discovered.
But if forces of the Lords’ caliber moved in secrecy?
It would be impossible to immediately ascertain the movements of fewer than ten elite operatives.
Bu Eunseol was issuing orders to the Lords to assassinate the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader and his inner circle.
“Even if we succeed, we become rats trapped in poison.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong’s words drew a smirk from Bu Eunseol.
“You possess the means to shatter that poison, do you not?”
As they all tilted their heads in confusion, Yu Woon Ryong, who had been listening silently, answered.
“The Ryeong Ju speaks of deploying the Sim An Gyeong.”
To infiltrate the Jeok Hwang Gyo, which boasts eight thousand troops, assassinate the leader and his command structure, and escape unscathed?
That was impossible.
A lone assassin could at least complete the task and slip away cleanly.
But for all the Lords to enter together—
That meant they were to combine their strength, fully deploy the Sim An Gyeong in actual combat, and use it to escape.
“I see.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong nodded.
“If we employ the Sim An Gyeong, escape may indeed be possible.”
Then Jo Nam Cheon chuckled.
“Even if we fail, the Ryeong Ju surely has a contingency plan.”
“There is none.”
“Pardon?”
“Failure means only death.”
Bu Eunseol spoke with utter gravity.
“If we fall to the hands of the Jeok Hwang Gyo, our chances of survival henceforth become zero.”
There was truth in those words—half-truth, perhaps, but truth nonetheless.
Formidable enemies continue to pour forth relentlessly.
If we cannot overcome the Jeok Hwang Gyo disciples?
Then truly, our probability of survival ceases to exist.
“So we must stake our lives with each passing day.”
At Won Se Moon’s words, Myo Cheon Woo let out a quiet laugh.
“Is that not the fate of those who live by the sword?”
The eyes of the Lords burned with fierce determination.
They had always steeled themselves for death.
Yet they had no wish to perish at the hands of insignificant Jeok Hwang Gyo rabble, worthless even in death.
“When do we begin, then?”
Wi Cheon Gyeong asked, and Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed.
“Right now.”
* * *
Every intelligence organization throughout the Murim
keeps its senses sharp, seeking to uncover the movements and actions of the sect leaders whose influence shapes the Murim’s destiny,
or of those individuals whose worth rivals such prominence.
The Jeok Hwang Gyo, founded with the backing of the Blood Cult’s power, was no exception—and its first priority was precisely this.
Monitoring the movements of the Demon Hall—those who could eliminate them at any moment.
More precisely, it was tracking the whereabouts of Bu Eunseol, the leader of the Sayoung Battle Division.
However, they merely followed orders.
The movements of the Demon Hall’s Lords were never their concern.
Because of this, the Sayoung Battle Division’s Lords could easily slip past their surveillance and move about.
Whoosh.
The Sayoung Battle Division’s Lords, who had quietly slipped out of the Demon Hall one by one, began deploying their divine techniques at full power.
Though it would take ten days even at a speed of a thousand leagues per day, the Lords arrived in just three days.
The Jeok Hwang Gyo was surrounded by an extremely narrow gorge, with only one path of entry, and had established its main base on Cheong Am San.
Moreover, given its elevated position.
Watchtowers were installed throughout for surveillance, constantly monitoring the surrounding situation.
It was truly like an impregnable fortress—a place where it would have been impossible to launch a large-scale assault.
Whoosh.
The Sayoung Battle Division’s Lords headed covertly toward the location of the Jeok Hwang Gyo.
Halt.
But the movements of Myo Cheon Woo, who had been leading the charge, suddenly stopped.
An enormous sound had erupted from the direction of the Jeok Hwang Gyo’s main base.
The Lords exchanged bewildered glances with one another.
The operation against the Jeok Hwang Gyo had been conducted so covertly that no organization could have detected it.
Yet the sounds reaching their ears were a mixture of weapons clashing and screams of agony.
Someone had launched a direct frontal assault on the Jeok Hwang Gyo without infiltrating first.
Realizing that something had gone wrong, Myo Cheon Woo deployed his divine techniques at high speed without using concealment arts.
The remaining Lords immediately followed suit, unleashing their full power and divine techniques in pursuit.
‘What?’
Myo Cheon Woo, arriving first at the Jeok Hwang Gyo, could only widen his eyes in shock.
The interior was filled with corpses and blood, with flames rising in multiple places.
Moreover, the piled bodies all bore the marks of death by the same technique.
“And this technique…”
Myo Cheon Woo, bending down to examine the wounds on the corpses, widened his eyes.
“The Destruction Spear Technique.”
The technique that had annihilated the Jeok Hwang Gyo followers was none other than the Destruction Spear Technique of the Destruction Spear Sect.
The very technique of the sect from which he himself had been selected as one of the Ten Demon Immortals.
“The Destruction Spear Sect destroyed the Jeok Hwang Gyo?”
Myo Cheon Woo muttered in a grave tone.
“Then the Lord of the Destruction Spear Sect came here?”
This was incomprehensible.
The Jeok Hwang Gyo’s sphere of influence overlapped with the Hell Blood Sect’s, not the Destruction Spear Sect’s.
So why would the Lord of the Destruction Spear Sect do such a thing?
“Krraaaagh.”
At that moment, another scream pierced the air from far away.
It was near the Baek Yang Gung, where the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader resided.
Whoosh!
As he unleashed his divine technique and rushed toward that location, hundreds of martial artists clad in bizarre garments covered with scales tinted green stood there.
Yet they all stood in solemn formation as if their work was complete.
A man drenched entirely in blood was engaged in single combat with the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader.
No, it wasn’t even combat to speak of.
The man was handling the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader’s attacks with remarkable ease.
Whoosh.
Yu Woon Ryong, who had rushed after him breathlessly, and soon Wi Cheon Gyeong stood beside him.
Won Se Moon and Jo Nam Cheon had yet to arrive because their divine techniques were slower.
“Lord Myo.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong, observing Myo Cheon Woo’s grave expression, asked.
“What on earth is happening?”
“Sin Do Woon Hui.”
At that moment, Yu Woon Ryong’s eyes standing beside Myo Cheon Woo widened dramatically.
The man fighting the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader was not the Palace Lord of Myeolin Palace.
It was So Gung Ju Sin Do Woon Hui.
Boom!
With the sound of flesh rupturing, the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader’s body flew three feet into the air before crashing to the ground.
Struck by the Destruction Spear Technique,
his entire skeleton shattered, and unable to rise, he gasped for breath before
collapsing.
he breathed his last.
“How could he…”
Myo Cheon Woo, assessing Sin Do Woon Hui’s palm technique that had felled the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader, shook his head in disbelief.
Sin Do Woon Hui’s Destruction Spear Technique had now reached the realm of Team Members, a level that could not be blocked by any means whatsoever.
And it even far surpassed his own power, did it not?
Swish.
As the Jeok Hwang Gyo Leader fell, Sin Do Woon Hui turned his body.
Upon discovering Myo Cheon Woo and the others watching him, he smiled faintly.
“Familiar faces have arrived.”
Yet suddenly, he spoke loudly toward the empty air.
“Muk Hon Ryeong Ju.”
He smiled warmly as if greeting an old friend.
“Since you’ve come this far, is there any need to hide and watch?”
Crack.
With a faint sound of air tearing, a transparent shadow moved in the void before a figure in gray descended to the ground.
It was Bu Eunseol.

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