The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 430

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 430
우우우우웅—-!!!!
Eyes trembling wildly with madness. Observing this, I turned my gaze toward the source of this strange sensation.
‘…What is this?’
Peculiar. The figures before me were identical in number and appearance to those I had seen yesterday, yet something felt distinctly off.
‘They’re different.’
The same yet not the same. Their outward forms matched, but the aura emanating from within them was entirely different.
‘Who are they?’
My eyes narrowed. The energy was unmistakable.
‘Spiritual Essence.’
Not the inner force of a martial artist, but Spiritual Essence. A profound and subtle presence enveloped Marin’s entire body.
Had it always been this way? No. It couldn’t have been. I had no recollection of anyone like this. Moreover.
‘The fact that they’re wrapped in Spiritual Essence.’
It meant they could wield Spiritual Essence. Was there any possibility I wouldn’t recognize someone of such caliber?
‘…It’s ambiguous.’
In my current state, perhaps it could be possible.
‘No.’
I shook my head inwardly. This wasn’t simply that.
Especially given the sensation I felt from the shadow beneath my feet.
‘This is—’
Ominous.
The feeling was deeply unsettling. Profoundly so.

* * *
Apart from the chilling sensation that crept over me, the conversation resumed.
“First, what we desire is quite straightforward.”
As the Young Master spoke, Marin handed over a letter from behind. We were finally getting to the main point that couldn’t be addressed yesterday.
“We wish to hold a meeting with the Orthodox Faction. To facilitate this, we seek to obtain formal negotiation rights between the Demonic Sect and the Orthodox Faction to establish exchange—”
“…Negotiation and exchange?”
At the Young Master’s words, Cheon Rijin-an’s eyebrows twitched with displeasure.
“Indeed.”
Unbothered by Cheon Rijin-an’s reaction, the Young Master continued.
“The Demonic Sect is currently cultivating successors for our reconstruction. Through this, we believe we can maintain peaceful meetings with the Orthodox Faction.”
“What are you saying…?”
Cultivating successors. That phrase grated on me.
“When it comes to exchange, is it not the best method to showcase the future talents of each generation to one another?”
“…You mean.”
“Yes. I’ve heard that the Martial Arts Alliance will be opening the Biryun Hall soon.”
“Hmph.”
At the mention of the Biryun Hall, Cheon Rijin-an’s reaction was intense.
“What are you saying now? Surely you don’t mean to place Demonic Sect members into the Biryun Hall?”
“Precisely.”
“This is absurd…!”
Cheon Rijin-an’s gaze turned cold and sharp.
‘The Biryun Hall, is it.’
In response to Cheon Rijin-an’s reaction, I quietly recalled what I knew. The Biryun Hall. I was aware of it.
It wasn’t anything particularly grand.
‘Just a place where disciples clash and compete with each other briefly, isn’t it?’
Nominally, it’s a meeting and educational institution.
It’s an educational facility established by the Martial Arts Alliance where disciples representing their respective sects or families participate and receive instruction from the masters of the Martial Arts Alliance.
‘But ultimately, it’s just for cultivating connections.’
The education provided by prestigious families of the current generation certainly wasn’t inferior to that of the Martial Arts Alliance.
This was merely a place for forming networks.
‘Disciples representing each organization gather and build connections with one another.’
It was a space filled with highly political and narrow-minded internal affairs.
That’s why no one could avoid attending.
In that sense, it could be considered a festival of sorts representing the Orthodox Faction.
‘Demonic Sect members coming there?’
I understood Cheon Rijin-an’s reaction. It couldn’t be otherwise.
‘After all.’
The Biryun Hall was.
‘An educational institution established after the Righteous-Demonic War.’
So that such conflict would never occur again, and the Martial Arts Alliance could stand stronger against heterodox sects and demonic cultists.
That’s the very institution created for this purpose.
‘You’re saying you’ll place the Demonic Sect’s disciples there?’
It was an absurd proposition.
“Do you truly not understand what you’re saying, or are you speaking carelessly?”
At Cheon Rijin-an’s hostile words, the Young Master merely shrugged his shoulders.
“I understand perfectly. That’s precisely why I’m proposing that we send our people. If instead the Alliance’s disciples were to be sent to the Demonic Sect, I would not make such an offer.”
“You seem unaware that this kind of exchange itself could become problematic. What does the Martial Arts Alliance believe it’s doing by bringing you here?”
“If you wish, we could even swear a blood oath.”
“What?”
“I believed that boldly displaying each other’s future generations would be the fastest path to mutual exchange. However, since you say our past deeds and circumstances are the problem, I see merit in swearing a blood oath if that’s your preference.”
The Young Master mentioned the blood oath with an indifferent expression. Normally, such words would be considered quite disrespectful to martial artists.
‘Hmm.’
I narrowed my eyes, studying the Young Master.
‘What is he thinking?’
I pondered deeply as I looked at his face. I wondered what intention drove him to go this far.
The crucial point was.
‘No matter what he does.’
“There’s no need to accept such words.”
Cheon Rijin-an and the others from the righteous sects had no reason to hastily accept this.
“I reject it. The sect has no necessity to continue exchanges with you—”
“If you accept these conditions, I will return the Sect Medallion to you.”
“….”
The moment the Young Master’s words fell.
Uuuuuung.
A violent tremor resonated from somewhere. It came from where Shin Chang was.
“…The Sect Medallion?”
The air trembled. My insides churned. Was this what nausea felt like? My throat constricted involuntarily.
‘What is the Sect Medallion?’
I wondered what it could be that provoked such a reaction. Shin Chang, who had remained silent through every word spoken until now.
“Indeed. The Sect Medallion….”
Clang!
Marin’s followers behind him gripped their swords. As I wondered why such a violent response—
“That.”
Shin Chang’s voice resonated with weight.
“How does the Demonic Sect possess it?”
Was it hostility? It was beyond hostility, beyond killing intent.
Something that transcended all of that.
At the distant, overwhelming sensation, sweat beaded on my palms.
The Young Master felt it too. Sensing the heavy presence, the cold sweat forming on his brow revealed his state.
“There were circumstances.”
“The circumstances.”
There was a clear curiosity in his eyes about what those circumstances were. Shin Chang’s face remained unchanged, but the energy emanating from his body told a different story.
“Perhaps those circumstances refer to what existed between the previous Celestial Demon and the Sword Saint. And furthermore.”
The smile vanished from the Young Master’s face. He spoke with a blunt expression.
“If the Sect Seal is what you require, I can return it to you. That is, if you accept my conditions.”
The mere mention of the Sect Seal changed not only Cheon Rijin-an’s reaction, but Shin Chang’s as well.
What in the world was that?
Just as I was puzzling over it.
“The conditions are simple. As I mentioned before, we desire a reconciliation with the Alliance. To achieve this, we believe the best approach is to show each other our respective futures. And.”
The Young Master’s gaze turned toward me.
“Should there be any anxiety about this process, I myself will also enter the Pavilion of Righteousness. I hope you will view this favorably.”
‘Ha.’
I let out a hollow breath at the Young Master’s words. What he meant by coming to the Pavilion himself was.
‘The opponent’s Madoo willingly coming to enemy territory.’
It also meant he was putting his own neck on the line.
“In exchange, you’ll return the Sect Seal? Was it originally the Orthodox Sect’s possession?”
“Aha ha….”
The Young Master laughed briefly at Cheon Rijin-an’s words.
“Cheon Rijin-an.”
“What?”
“I am aware that the Orthodox Sect also possesses traces of the Demonic Sect. From such a position, wouldn’t it be meaningless to debate ownership of these items now?”
Items from the Demonic Sect gathered through war. It would be absurd to claim otherwise.
Just look.
‘At the Divine Sword alone.’
The Divine Sword I carry. That alone was proof.
“Hani, for this matter, let us look past such considerations and focus solely on immediate gain. You need the Sect Seal, do you not? To open what is important.”
“….”
Grrr—Cheon Rijin-an’s teeth ground together. The reaction was intensely violent.
In that moment.
Shhhhhhh—!!!!
‘Hm?’
My head turned. I felt it. Spiritual energy was moving. The source was the figure I had been wary of until just now.
‘What is this?’
A sharp sensation. My eyes widened. It was not mere spiritual energy.
Could it be.
‘Killing Intent?’
It felt like they were unleashing killing intent. The compressed, rapidly piercing momentum was exactly that.
It seeped into the air like a scream, boring through.
Toward Cheon Rijin-an.
The moment I saw it, my body moved first.
‘Have I lost my mind?’
Unleashing energy projectiles in this situation? And without even a gesture?
I flinch. It was dangerous. Even though Cheon Rijin-an himself possessed little spiritual energy, taking a strike like that could have been fatal.
‘Damn it—’
So I moved. There was no time to weigh the consequences.
Click.
I poured strength into my heart, releasing what I had bound and preparing to swat the projectile away.
[There’s no need to do that.]
The Celestial Demon spoke in that moment.
Shhhhh—!!!
Spiritual energy flowed from the blade, shooting toward the projectile.
Crack—!!!
The energies collided and dissipated in midair.
Remarkably, what the Celestial Demon had unleashed was also an energy projectile.
Puff—!!!
The projectiles merged and vanished on their own, and then.
Boom—!
Madoo, who had launched the projectile, staggered. Her shoulder visibly trembled and shook.
It appeared to be the backlash from having her projectile deflected.
[Normally.]
The Celestial Demon spoke, observing Madoo.
[I would not have interfered, but since this displeases me greatly, I shall assist you this once.]
Just as with the Death King, the Celestial Demon expressed her displeasure and handled the matter.
[Disgusting wench.]
Then came a voice of contempt I seemed to have heard before.
A disgusting wench?
‘…Wait.’
Upon hearing those words, I looked at Madoo again.
The figure who had crouched slightly straightened her upper body. She appeared unaffected.
Whoosh.
Yet I could sense her gaze behind that mask turning toward me.
Her barely visible eyes swept across me.
Oooooh.
The shadow moved once more.
-Oh my.
A voice reached me. Was it telepathy? No. This was different from telepathy.
A refined beauty resonated in her tone. Just hearing the voice stirred something strange within me.
-So it was you after all.
At those words, the shadow deepened. Eyes that emerged from within glared at me.
-Or perhaps not. If not you, then…
My eyes followed my words as my gaze lowered.
-Is it this sword?
Only after hearing those words could I discern the true identity of Marin.
‘I had a suspicion.’
I smacked my lips without showing it.
‘So I was right.’
That Marin. No—the one wearing Marin’s mask.
‘It was Gungwi.’
The woman said to be the most beautiful under heaven and the Death King’s teacher.
It seemed to be Gungwi.

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