The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 855

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Chapter 855.
As she felt my piercing gaze, her large eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Hmm? What is it?”
Bu Eunseol immediately shook her head.
“It is nothing.”
‘Perhaps I was mistaken.’
The matter with the Executor had made me overly sensitive.
Shaking my head, I promptly broached the main subject.
“The ones who captured Baek Pal Sung for experimentation, as you mentioned—they were not some faction, but rather a single individual named Chu So.”
And I relayed in detail what had transpired between the Sub-Palace Lord of Destruction Spear Sect, Sin Do Woon Hui, and this person.
“In the end, the Sub-Palace Lord of Destruction Spear Sect was deceived by this Cheon Ki Sung and underwent a horrific technique for human modification—one so vile that only the villains of the Infinite Realm would dare execute it.”
Having finished my account, I gazed directly at Yang Seol Rin.
“And this Chu So was born with Cheon Ki Sung among the Baek Pal Sung, and was said to be one of the children kidnapped by the Jung Son Family in the past.”
Yang Seol Rin listened to the story in utter seriousness, her expression grave.
Observing her, I asked subtly.
“Do you happen to know anything about this Chu So?”
According to what Gong Son Dan Gyeong had said,
Yang Seol Rin was one of the children kidnapped by the Jung Son Family at that time, and she had used the name Hwa Soo back then.
Yet Yang Seol Rin retained no memory of those events whatsoever.
She claimed that her memories from around seven years of age had completely vanished.
“Not at all. I’m hearing this for the first time.”
Yang Seol Rin shook her head.
It was not a deliberate fabrication, but genuine ignorance written across her face.
“Moreover, Cheon Ki Sung? One of the Baek Pal Sung that hasn’t appeared in five hundred years suddenly emerged?”
“Indeed.”
I asked in a measured tone.
“You still cannot recall any fragments of your childhood memories?”
“No.”
As I observed Yang Seol Rin’s innocent expression, my eyes narrowed to slits.
Something was decidedly amiss.
She had not been subjected to a seal by anyone as I had been, nor had she experienced any trauma warranting such loss.
Yet the disappearance of portions of her childhood memories was something that defied all rational understanding.
‘Someone has definitely intervened.’
In Murim, there existed countless grand techniques.
And mysterious mystical arts as well.
Even if I had found no traces of soul-sealing techniques upon her body just now,
that could not serve as proof that no one had acted upon her.
As I sank into deep contemplation,
A shimmer.
A mysterious radiance swirled within Yang Seol Rin’s eyes.
Yet at that very moment, concealed in a secrecy that no one could detect,
a tremendous force capable of destroying the entire world swirled violently through her two hands.
But then,
A piercing sound tore through the air.
From a distance, accompanied by a tremendous sonic boom, a shadowy figure came rushing toward this place.
“Bu Brother!”
A clear, melodious voice rang out from the void, and soon a robust man appeared before Bu Eunseol.
It was Hyuk So Jin.
“How long has it been?”
Hyuk So Jin grasped Bu Eunseol’s hands and smiled brightly.
In the meantime, he had grown slightly taller.
Now his eyes were nearly level with Bu Eunseol’s.
“Did you bring it?”
“Of course.”
Hyuk So Jin rummaged through his robes.
“However, I’m not entirely certain this will work. Soul-binding techniques are so varied and possess such different functions, you see.”
And he withdrew a small wooden box.
Click.
As he opened the box, a small bead gleaming with a dark, murky light appeared.
“Who is this?”
At that moment, Yang Seol Rin’s eyes narrowed with caution.
Her meeting with Bu Eunseol was supposed to be kept in absolute secrecy, so why had another person come to this place?
If Hyuk So Jin’s eyes had not been somewhat sorrowful and his expression not so bright, she would have deemed him an enemy and struck immediately.
“Oh? How do you do?”
Hyuk So Jin, upon seeing Yang Seol Rin, grinned widely and clasped his hands together.
“I am Hyuk So Jin. You might say I am Bu Brother’s one and only sworn younger brother? Hahahaha.”
And with an easy manner, he approached Yang Seol Rin and spoke in a friendly tone.
“I wondered why Bu Brother had me run such an errand, but it was to bring a gift for his beloved—oof.”
Bu Eunseol, silencing Hyuk So Jin’s rambling, took the wooden box from his hand and presented it to Yang Seol Rin.
“It seems I have not properly repaid you as I should. I thought this might be of help.”
What Hyuk So Jin had brought was called the Pure Heart Bead,
and if one kept it with them at all times,
it possessed a mysterious power capable of dispelling not only the afflictions of the mind but also soul-binding techniques that shook one’s very spirit.
It was once counted among the treasures most prized in Murim.
Ultimately, it had passed through the hands of countless martial artists and eventually came into the possession of Myeol Jeong Gwang Ja at Jeol Cheon Myul Ji.
“It looks precious. Are you really giving this to me?”
Yang Seol Rin smiled brilliantly and took the Pure Heart Bead in her hand.
A faint hum resonated.
As she accepted the Pure Heart Bead,
her eyes, which had burned with intense passion, grew somewhat softer, and her complexion seemed to improve as well.
‘There’s definitely something to this.’
Bu Eunseol swallowed her thoughts and nodded.
“Indeed. They say carrying it brings good fortune, so keep it with you at all times.”
“Thank you!”
She grasped both of Bu Eunseol’s hands.
“I’ll make sure to carry it always.”
It was a gesture as pure as a child’s, so Bu Eunseol didn’t resist and held her hands in return.
Hehehehe.
Hyuk So Jin stood between them, his eyes crescent-shaped with silent laughter.
In truth, he had thought Bu Eunseol was searching for a treasure like Jeong Shim Ju.
He believed someone among the Sayoung Hall members had fallen victim to a severe soul-stealing curse.
But the target was such a breathtakingly beautiful woman?
Moreover, Bu Eunseol, who was typically indifferent to women, had eagerly handed over such a treasure…
Unaware of the circumstances, Hyuk So Jin was simply delighted that Bu Eunseol had finally found her match.
Boom.
Yet a strange vibration that shook all directions suddenly resonated.
Whoosh.
The tremor was so violent that birds perched on nearby trees scattered frantically into the sky.
“Someone else seems to be coming?”
Yang Seol Rin blinked and looked toward Bu Eunseol.
She thought he had summoned someone else.
“No. I’ve called no one else.”
Bu Eunseol’s face had grown tense.
This meeting had been conducted in absolute secrecy—no intelligence organization could have detected it.
The caller does not come first; the called does not arrive first.
Yet someone was suddenly appearing at this clandestine gathering.
There was no way their intentions could be benign.
Thud.
The Shadow, who had been swiftly cutting through the Half-Sky, descended to the ground about ten zhang away from where Bu Eunseol and the others stood.
Thump, thump.
At the same time, he was slowly walking toward them.
A gray-robed man carrying an enormous broadsword on his back.
‘That man.’
Bu Eunseol recognized the gray-robed man walking from afar.
He was the one who had stood behind Bul Jon before.
The very man included in the new Absolute Demon Blade Plan, was he not?
“So you truly are in league with the Three Families.”
The gray-robed man clicked his tongue, alternating his gaze between Bu Eunseol and Yang Seol Rin.
“It was always your fate to be cut down.”
“Who are you?”
Hyuk So Jin regarded the Mysterious Man with a sharp gaze.
Watching him speak of striking down Bu Eunseol made it clear he harbored no benevolent intentions.
A deep resonance echoed through the air.
The Mysterious Man drew his great blade instead of answering.
Another tremor reverberated outward.
“Seop Jeong-ung.”
The Mysterious Man—Seop Jeong-ung—planted his great blade vertically before him and spoke with utter composure.
“That is the name of the one who will send you all to Hell.”
Hyuk So Jin’s expression hardened like stone.
Through countless fierce battles and relentless cultivation, his martial prowess had grown immensely.
Yet he had never heard the name Seop Jeong-ung before.
Still, such formidable strength could not be dismissed lightly—he was undoubtedly a figure of the Abyss Forces.
“How did you come to be here?”
Bu Eunseol stepped forward at that moment.
Though an unwelcome intruder, she had dealings with Bul Jon.
Rather than drawing blades rashly, she posed her question with courtesy.
“I obtained the information by chance.”
Seop Jeong-ung’s piercing gaze swept sharply across Bu Eunseol and Yang Seol Rin’s forms.
“That Muk Hon Ryeong Ju would meet with the lackey of the Three Families in this place.”
“What? A lackey?”
Yang Seol Rin burst out indignantly, but Bu Eunseol raised a hand to silence her.
“It sounds as though you’ve come to kill both her and me.”
“Precisely.”
Seop Jeong-ung spoke coldly.
“In Murim, the Three Families and all connected to them must be executed.”
“Then let us hear your reasoning.”
Bu Eunseol asked without apparent alarm.
“Why must the Three Families and their associates be eliminated?”
Seop Jeong-ung, who had been glaring at Bu Eunseol, spoke with cold precision.
“Ask Yeom Wang, and he will enlighten you.”
“How absurd.”
Hyuk So Jin stepped forward at that moment.
“Bu Brother, will you continue listening to this arrogant fool’s words?”
He rolled up his sleeves as he spoke.
“Leave this madman to me.”
A nod.
As Bu Eunseol nodded, Hyuk So Jin smiled wickedly and fixed his gaze upon Seop Jeong-ung.
“What say you? Bu Brother deems you not worth his direct hand.”
“If you wish to go to Hell first, so be it.”
A sharp wind cut through the silence.
As Seop Jeong-ung swung his great blade in a full circle, azure mist spread outward in all directions.
He had manifested his blade momentum into tangible form, transforming the surrounding area into his own domain.
It was less a martial technique and more akin to a form of sorcery.
“You may all attack me at once if you wish.”
Seop Jeong-ung’s confidence was extraordinary.
He was saying that not only Bu Eunseol, who shook the heavens, but even Hyuk So Jin and Yang Seol Rin could attack together without concern.
“This fellow is truly laughable.”
Zing.
At that very moment, violet radiance erupted from Hyuk So Jin’s body.
He had drawn forth the supreme ultimate technique of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji—the Divine Inferno Demonic Qi.
Churning.
His Divine Inferno Demonic Qi was no longer merely imbued with the sharp killing intent of before.
It now possessed a suction force capable of drawing in all things in the world.
“Such arrogant words should only be spoken after you’ve been defeated by me first.”
Seop Jeong-ung said nothing and extended his great blade forward.
Whoosh.
In that instant, Hyuk So Jin felt as though his very soul was being thrust skyward.
With merely the blade extended forward.
A terrifying wave of force rippled outward, seeming to push the soul embedded within his flesh away from his body.
“What is this?”
Hyuk So Jin was greatly startled and unleashed his Divine Inferno Demonic Qi.
Whoosh whoosh.
As Seop Jeong-ung wielded his great blade like a windmill, the Divine Inferno Demonic Qi dissipated like mist.
Iron Blood Blade.
The supreme blade technique of the Iron Blood Wanderer, once called the greatest swordsman under heaven, had revealed itself to Murim once more, transcending generations.
‘He has the advantage.’
Hyuk So Jin realized the extraordinary nature of Seop Jeong-ung’s martial prowess.
He immediately unleashed his Divine Inferno Demonic Qi, attacking the thirty-six major vital points of Seop Jeong-ung’s body.
Slash!
As the Divine Inferno Demonic Qi pierced sharply, blood sprayed upward a foot high.
Yet his protective true qi was so thick that only the skin had been penetrated.
“Good!”
Hyuk So Jin doubled his power and this time spread violet mist.
The Divine Inferno Demonic Qi could not only condense qi energy to unleash sharp force.
It could also spread in a broad wave pattern, shaking the enemy’s internal organs.
Boom!
As the formless energy Hyuk So Jin unleashed spread in a radial pattern, Seop Jeong-ung’s hair shot skyward.
He had deliberately not avoided the Divine Inferno Demonic Qi, instead spreading his protective true qi to counter it.
In truth, the terrifying aspect of the Iron Blood Blade technique lay not in.
The fearsome blade method itself, but in the unique Hyun Moon Celestial Qi and Iron Blood Qi contained within the blade formula.
The Iron Blood Technique grew stronger with every attack received, every drop of blood spilled.
The more time passed, the thicker the Hyun Moon force enveloping the body became, until the wielder transformed into a monster that deflected any assault. In essence, as time progressed, no attack could touch them.
Whoosh.
Seop Jeong-ung, now wrapped in an even thicker layer of Iron Blood force, closed the distance with Hyuk So Jin, who was spreading Divine Flame Demonic Qi.
Divine Flame Demonic Qi excelled at range, but Hyuk So Jin refused to retreat, instead charging forward to meet him.
Crack, crack!
As they entered close combat, the Divine Flame Demonic Qi became even sharper and more intricate.
Seop Jeong-ung’s massive greatsword, so large and heavy, could not respond immediately to the nimble Divine Flame Demonic Qi.
Yet with each wound he sustained,
his Hyun Moon force thickened further, and with every drop of blood shed, the power of his blade technique intensified.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Like a wild boar struck by lightning, Seop Jeong-ung swung his greatsword madly, charging forward with savage ferocity.
He had deliberately chosen close-quarters combat to amplify the Iron Blood Blade’s power.
A low growl escaped him.
As his force grew thicker by the moment, the Divine Flame Demonic Qi’s strikes were being repelled with increasing force.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
As Hyuk So Jin faltered for an instant,
Seop Jeong-ung seized the opportunity, scattering dozens of blade auras in chaotic profusion to overwhelm him.
“Foolish!”
There was no need to fight on the enemy’s terms.
Hyuk So Jin manipulated the Divine Flame Demonic Qi with precision, deflecting the torrent of blade light while expanding the distance between them once more.
But the Iron Blood Blade technique possessed a suction force capable of drawing even massive boulders toward it.
No matter how much distance he created, he could not fully escape the reach of the blade’s domain.
‘So this simultaneous assault was not mere bluster after all.’
Hyuk So Jin bit his lip.
The Iron Blood Blade was not only devastating in power but also possessed the ability to dominate a given space.
The more fiercely one fought within that domain, the stronger the opponent,
the more formidable the blade technique became.
‘I must break free!’
Hyuk So Jin transformed the Divine Flame Demonic Qi once more.
Each time it contacted the blade light, he altered it to an explosive nature, dealing continuous damage to Seop Jeong-ung as he wielded his technique.
Boom, boom, boom!
With each deafening explosion, Seop Jeong-ung’s body shook violently.
No matter what technique Hyuk So Jin’s opponent employed,
he adapted his attacks to counter it, continuously seizing the initiative in battle.
This stemmed not from superior martial skill alone, but from his exceptional combat instinct and remarkable adaptability.
“Impressive.”
Despite being drenched in blood from the explosions, Seop Jeong-ung’s expression remained composed and confident.
“The Iron Blood Blade technique can destroy any martial art in a single stroke!”
With a thunderous roar, he closed the distance once more, swinging his greatsword with unhinged ferocity.
Seop Jeong-ung carried absolute confidence in himself.
With this technique, he could match even the Chil Ji Ma Do, once called the greatest swordmaster of the Demonic Path.
Kwang!
From the spinning great blade, a strange wave suddenly rippled outward, beginning to melt away the cascading crimson demonic energy.
Simultaneously, black darkness surged around Hyuk So Jin, trapping him within a wall of blade qi that could cleave mountains in a single stroke.
The Iron Blood Sword’s supreme technique—Forbidden Confinement and Enemy Destruction—unfolded, a method of imprisoning foes with blade qi before delivering instant death.
Zing.
Hyuk So Jin wove crimson demonic energy like a spider’s web to counter Seop Jeong-ung’s technique,
Kwaaaa!
but he unleashed a tempestuous wave of blade qi in an instant, surging toward Hyuk So Jin once more.
“You cannot escape!”
At those words, a cold killing intent flashed across Hyuk So Jin’s eyes.
“Do I look like I’m running?”
Pang!
Hyuk So Jin wrapped the crimson demonic energy in a defensive formation, then deployed the Maha Ming Jade Fist, dissolving the cascading blade qi one strike at a time.
Yet the terrifying aspect of Forbidden Confinement and Enemy Destruction’s supreme technique was that merely maintaining the stance allowed endless blade qi to pour forth.
A bitter smile crossed Seop Jeong-ung’s lips as he wielded his great blade with frenzied intensity.
Just as in chess or Go,
martial arts too allow observers to analyze techniques with far colder, clearer judgment.
He was keeping Hyuk So Jin confined within the storm of blade qi while meticulously observing every aspect of his martial knowledge and methods.
‘Was this sword strike meant to identify weaknesses?’
Even as Hyuk So Jin unleashed the storm of blade qi, he noticed Seop Jeong-ung observing him with chilling detachment, and he bit his lip.
Even amid the fierce exchange, he was dissecting every detail of his martial techniques.
From a certain point onward, merely holding the stance allowed blade qi to pour forth like a tempest.
Forbidden Confinement and Enemy Destruction.
This supreme technique was a celestial sword art that could confine any number of enemies at once, then systematically unravel their martial knowledge and methods.
‘He wasn’t just observing me—he was also trying to study Bu Brother’s martial prowess.’
Pap pap pap!
In that moment, the Iron Blood Sword technique transformed once again,
confining Hyuk So Jin, who had nearly escaped the range of the blade wind, once more.
‘This much…’
Hyuk So Jin was genuinely shaken.
He had believed that among the younger generation’s masters, none could match him except Bu Eunseol.
Yet Seop Jeong-ung’s Iron Blood Sword technique had completely transcended the principles of martial arts,
displaying functions that seemed almost like sorcery.
‘To confine an enemy merely by maintaining a stance… so that’s it.’
But Hyuk So Jin was far from merely defending meaninglessly.
The crimson demonic energy could completely block all attacks and force that an opponent unleashed,
and possessed the function to deflect any attack and annihilate any force.
Moreover, it could be woven like invisible threads, possessing the function of Hidden Current Penetrating Acupoints—a technique that infiltrated an enemy’s meridians.
Hyuk So Jin was simply waiting for an opportunity to melt away his meridians in a single stroke of redemptive force.
‘Keep going.’
Hyuk So Jin deliberately displayed a panicked appearance, unable to block Do Poong’s advance.
During his travels through Gangho with Bu Eunseol, he had grasped something fundamental from the very beginning.
To achieve victory in combat, it was not the superiority of martial prowess that mattered most.
Rather, it was the ability to adapt fluidly and counter the opponent’s initial moves.
‘Nearly melted now. Hehehehe.’
Thud, thud, thud!
The formless Divine Crimson Demonic Qi had grown so exquisite that it now overwhelmed the blade wind of the Iron Blood Sword.
Yet Hyuk So Jin continued to deliberately assume a defensive posture, retreating step by step.
He was intentionally yielding ground, drawing out the engagement.
Seop Jeong-ung, pouring forth the blade wind of his Iron Blood Sword, lowered his stance.
The Golden Blade Sect’s technique required maintaining one’s form while continuously expending blade energy, which consumed an enormous amount of internal force.
Therefore, once an opening in the opponent’s defense was detected, there was no need to prolong the battle—the killing blow must come in a single instant.
Boom!
As the razor-sharp blade energy collided head-on with the Divine Crimson Demonic Qi, a deafening explosion shook heaven and earth.
Whoosh!
A brilliant flash erupted from Seop Jeong-ung’s body, and suddenly he dispersed a piercing sword intent across the entire space in an instant.
He had unleashed the Iron Blood Qi flowing through his body like a hidden weapon.
Crash!
The move was so sudden that Hyuk So Jin could not evade it; he spread his hands wide with all his might.
His robe sleeves came alive like serpents dancing, unleashing a radiance as though a thousand whips were being wielded simultaneously.
He scattered thousands upon thousands of strands of Divine Crimson Demonic Qi in chaotic profusion, blocking the Iron Blood Qi.
Thud, thud, thud!
Yet Seop Jeong-ung, like a salmon swimming against the current, moved with relentless purpose.
He severed the chaotic sword intent of the Divine Crimson Demonic Qi as though cutting through reeds, then dispersed countless sharp blade energies.
His great sword was no mere weapon—it moved as though possessed by living consciousness.
The blade energy emanating from the Iron Blood Sword, like the tongue of a viper, ceaselessly targeted Hyuk So Jin’s vital points.
Boom! Boom, boom.
As the ultimate techniques collided repeatedly at close range, purple and blue energies intertwined with one another.
A tremendous wave of force spread outward like a tempest.
Both combatants’ breathing had grown ragged.
Yet the tide of battle had already turned in Seop Jeong-ung’s favor.
Hyuk So Jin continuously unleashed Divine Crimson Demonic Qi like thousands of poisoned needles.
But Seop Jeong-ung’s Iron Blood Sword, with merely a simple arc, easily severed every attack that entered its domain.
Drip.
In that moment, sweat trickled down into Hyuk So Jin’s eyes, and his pupils wavered for an instant.
In a situation where not even the slightest mistake could be tolerated, this was a fatal error.
“Die!”
Boom!
At last, Seop Jeong-ung unleashed his ultimate technique.
The Iron Blood Blade dissolved into the void as if melting into empty space, then reappeared directly at his chest.
His swordsmanship transcended the constraints of space, piercing through the enemy’s vital points in the blink of an eye.
A dull thud echoed.
Yet an unexpected turn of events unfolded.
“Gahhh!”
A pitiful cry tore from his throat.
Seop Jeong-ung’s body swayed, and suddenly he dropped to one knee.
Divine Flame Demonic Qi.
This supreme technique of the Ten Demonic Gates was far more than a mere manifestation of formless power.
It possessed the ability to reclaim and manipulate already-released force.
Hyuk So Jin maintained relentless offense, deliberately allowing Divine Flame Demonic Qi to penetrate Seop Jeong-ung’s body.
And with insidious, unyielding persistence.
He ravaged his meridians and brutally destroyed his flesh.
A sharp resonance pierced the air.
As Hyuk So Jin spread the Divine Flame Demonic Qi with even greater intensity,
Blood trickled down.
From the eyes and ears of Seop Jeong-ung, who knelt on one knee, blood began to flow.
A low vibration rumbled through him.
Yet soon after,
The blood flowing from Seop Jeong-ung’s body gradually ceased.
The formidable Iron Blood Qi coursing through his body protected his heart meridian and restored his flesh.
Blood trickled again.
Yet blood flowed from Seop Jeong-ung’s mouth once more.
The Divine Flame Demonic Qi, spreading in the form of hidden blood toxins, was finally beginning to overwhelm the Iron Blood Qi.
‘Whether it takes one or two hours, endure it.’
Even if the Iron Blood Qi could not immediately sever his heart meridian, the advantage belonged to Hyuk So Jin.
By evading attacks as he was now doing,
He need only continuously spread the Divine Flame Demonic Qi for one or two hours.
A tearing sound ripped through the air.
Along with the sound of splitting skin, Seop Jeong-ung’s flesh began to crack and rupture.
Unable to expel the Divine Flame Demonic Qi that had invaded his body, his form swelled grotesquely.
“Ughhhh.”
Even in extreme agony, Seop Jeong-ung straightened his body with iron will.
A sharp metallic sound rang out.
And as he gripped his great blade and assumed an attacking stance once more, Hyuk So Jin’s eyes bulged with shock.
“A corpse demon?”
“Those who master the Iron Blood Blade do not fall.”
Whoosh! A piercing whistle!
Closing the distance, Seop Jeong-ung swung the Iron Blood Blade with a blank expression, wielding it like a madman.
Once struck by the Dark Stream Blood Sealing technique, one experiences the most notoriously brutal torture method in all of Murim.
A suffering ten times more excruciating than the Muscle Severing Bone Breaking technique.
Yet how could he move his body so freely?

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