The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 569

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 569
I heard something insane.
‘What is he talking about right now?’
The Celestial Demon’s words were nothing but confusing. What did that even mean? I couldn’t comprehend it no matter how I listened.
It was the kind of thing where thinking I’d misheard was the only reasonable response.
‘The Celestial Demon didn’t use his power?’
The Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade. What was required to wield it was the bloodline of the Celestial Demon’s direct descendants. That was the first condition.
As proof of that, Yoo Yeon had been able to grasp the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade.
Other karma and various other things existed, but ultimately, bloodline was what mattered to wield the Divine Blade.
‘Something doesn’t quite fit.’
It didn’t align entirely with the philosophy of Singyeo called the Way of the Strong, yet the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade existed as such.
And so.
‘The fact that I can grasp this.’
I believed the Celestial Demon’s soul within the Divine Blade was orchestrating it. I’d heard strange words before, but I’d judged that to be just another unremarkable tale.
‘…What is he saying?’
The Celestial Demon’s words struck me like a thunderbolt.
‘He can’t control the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade?’
The Celestial Demon said he wasn’t directly controlling the blade himself. If that were true.
‘Then how am I holding it?’
How could I possibly wield the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade? I couldn’t make sense of this bizarre situation.
[Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.]
The Celestial Demon laughed at my confusion.
Hearing that, I realized something.
‘You’re joking, aren’t you? Otherwise, none of this makes sense.’
It had to be a joke. If the Celestial Demon’s help wasn’t involved in wielding the Divine Blade, then I would have to be of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
‘There’s no way I’m your son.’
That’s absurd. My father is right here—there’s no way I’m of the Celestial Demon’s bloodline.
[Why do you assume I’m not?]
“….”
At the Celestial Demon’s follow-up words, I froze. Wait, seriously?
[It was a joke.]
‘This crazy demon bastard?’
Relief washed over me at his words, but curses spilled out involuntarily. Making jokes in a situation like this? I wondered if he was truly insane.
So what part was the joke? All of it? That would be better, at least.
[Everything except the part about being my son is not a joke.]
The Celestial Demon’s denial shattered my heart into pieces.
‘Then how am I supposed to use it…?’
If I’m not of the bloodline and the Celestial Demon isn’t controlling the blade, then how can I wield the Celestial Demon’s Divine Blade?
In response to my question, the Celestial Demon said.
[I don’t know.]
‘…I’m going crazy.’
Truly, there could be no simpler or clearer answer.
It doesn’t help at all.
Not knowing is everything? After dropping such a bombshell, he was remarkably simple-minded.
[Direct bloodline to wield the sword. It varies by concentration, but there isn’t just one or two clans of the Celestial Demon’s Clan. One cannot know them all.]
‘So it’s not that only direct descendants can wield it?’
[The thickness of blood and the sword’s selection are what matter.]
If blood is mixed, there’s a chance, and after that, the divine sword makes its selection—or so it seems.
What this ultimately means is—
‘…there is mixed blood in me, isn’t there?’
The Celestial Demon’s blood flows through my veins. Whether it’s the spirit speaking to me now or the previous Celestial Demon, I couldn’t say.
And besides.
‘That the blood must be thick—’
It meant the relationship wasn’t that distant.
[How amusing.]
The tone hardly sounds interested. The words say one thing, but the interest isn’t there.
‘…What is this, really?’
My family’s situation has turned out well. We’re supposed to be a righteous clan, yet Demonic Cult blood runs through our veins? And on the Celestial Demon’s side at that?
‘…Which side is it?’
If there’s a question, it’s whether it’s the Bang Clan or the Jegal Clan.
‘Looking at it any way—’
The odds favored my father’s side. That dissolute household was a place where nothing would be strange if mixed together long ago.
Amid a situation of profound disturbance, as I merely held back a sigh—
“Then I must ask.”
The woman named Muwi continued speaking to me.
“What is it you wish to accomplish in the Main School?”
“….”
At those words, I look toward Gyemun. He was looking at me as well. I had already given him an answer regarding this matter.
“I wish to become the Celestial Demon.”
Even if I had no intention of doing so, since I had already spoken it, I had to commit. At my words, Muwi looks up at me. Though her eyes are covered, her gaze was fixed upon me.
Though I couldn’t say how much she could perceive.
“You wish to become the Heavenly.”
“If it’s possible?”
“…What is your reason for insisting on such a thing?”
“Reason.”
What reason is there?
There are plenty of reasons not to do it, but reasons to do it?
‘If it were the Celestial Demon—’
No.
If it had been Yoo Cheon-gil instead of the Celestial Demon, how would I have answered?
A single thought flickered through my mind.
“Because I wanted to try.”
“….”
“What did you…?”
Gyemun’s expression crumpled. The reason for becoming the Celestial Demon was merely because I wanted to try? The words clearly struck a nerve, though he seemed visibly irritated.
“If I possess the conditions and wish to do something, I do it. Do I need any other reason than that?”
“….”
It was a trivial-sounding justification, but what of it? Such things no longer mattered at this point.
“What is your assessment?”
“…Are you asking about me, sir?”
“That’s right.”
I posed the question to the woman called Muwi.
“Do you believe I will become the Heavenly?”
“….”
Silence hung in the air. Gyemun still did not interject.
After a moment passed.
“What would happen if I said no?”
Muwi spoke, and just as I was about to respond.
[A ridiculous notion.]
“…A ridiculous notion.”
The Celestial Demon’s words came through, and my lips followed suit.
“Even if you said no, such words would not shake me. It matters not what you say.”
“….”
“I have chosen to do this, and that is enough. It will come to pass regardless.”
Even as I spoke, I sounded insufferably arrogant. This characteristic seemed deeply embedded within me.
I clicked my tongue softly to myself.
“…I see.”
Muwi nodded as though she had come to understand something.
“It has been an honor to meet you. I wish you success in your endeavors. My body is not well—may I take my leave?”
“As you wish.”
Muwi rose to her feet. Her words were no lie—she appeared quite exhausted.
With permission granted, Muwi stood and bowed her head to me.
“It has been a pleasant conversation. I look forward to meeting you again….”
“You’re being dismissed?”
“The exit is to the left.”
“…How considerate.”
Looking to the left, I saw another entrance. So that was where I was meant to go.
“May I leave through there?”
When I asked the Elder, Gyemun nodded with a complicated expression.
He had no intention of seeing her off.
‘What is this?’
It felt like discovering one of Singyeo’s secrets. I never imagined a colossal Sinmok could exist in such depths underground.
Moreover.
‘It’s not merely a Sinmok—it genuinely feels like a deity dwells within it.’
A place where a true deity resided.
The spiritual energy was substantial enough to be called a vessel.
‘What on earth.’
What was Singyeo concealing?
I stared at it for a moment before moving forward.
‘The Celestial Demon Divine Blade….’
The moment I learned something more about the secrets of my bloodline.
Questions about my wretched family accumulated in my already complicated mind.
‘In any case.’
My family was nothing short of despicable.

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Shortly after the Young Man departed.
Gyemun broke the silence first.
“…What are you attempting?”
At his words, Muwi, who had been standing quietly, turned to face him.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Do you truly believe that man will become the Celestial Demon?”
A figure of Jeongpa. Moreover, one called the Predecessor of Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
That man claimed to be the child of the previous Heavenly and the master of the Divine Blade, citing his qualifications.
What was amusing.
‘Was that those qualifications.’
They were absolutely not trivial.
Regardless of how he had mastered the Celestial Demon Divine Art, he possessed it within his body.
Despite bearing the Jeongpa energy and the martial arts of Cheongwol Gate known as the Cheongwol Heart Method, how did he harbor Magi within his flesh?
Moreover, Gwima followed that man.
The qualification the Young Master possessed allowed him to command all Eight Demon Generals beneath him.
Therefore, Gwima should have followed the Young Master despite not supporting him.
‘That he is doing so.’
Could the curse of Singyeo have been lifted? No, that couldn’t be.
‘If that were the case.’
I could not have been unaware. Something strange was mixed in.
‘What exactly is his true identity?’
The more I learned, the more questions accumulated. If he were merely a Predecessor, there would be no problem.
Something strange was densely concentrated within him.
‘…Truly.’
That too is Yoo Cheon-gil. Is this the will of that monster? What did he leave behind that such a being emerged?
‘…Heavenly One.’
The previous Celestial Demon came to mind. I recalled the master of the night whom Gyemun trusted and followed.
Though I hate to admit it.
‘He resembles him.’
Geomseong’s Predecessor bore an even stronger resemblance to the shadow of the Celestial Demon. The way he speaks of becoming the Celestial Demon himself—an absurd notion—mirrors that as well.
Could I have been enchanted by it?
‘How did he come this far.’
I brought him to the Sacred Sanctuary, a place so forbidden that even the current Young Master and Celestial Demon Candidates hesitate to approach.
Muwi’s reaction upon meeting him was equally strange.
Could it be. Does she truly believe that man will become the Celestial Demon? I held my tongue, thinking that Muwi, who bears the covenant of Yeon, might have seen something.
“I cannot say.”
Contrary to Gyemun’s expectations, Muwi offered a rather ambiguous answer.
“You cannot say…?”
With a covenant in place, it should be knowable. Yet if she says she cannot say, does that mean she cannot?
“He is far too dark.”
Muwi recalled him. He had been an anomalous presence from the moment he first arrived.
Though much was visible, the most crucial thing remained hidden.
He did not fall within the scope of her vision, and she could not discern what lay within him.
A being she had never encountered before. Moreover.
‘He sensed-‘
He perceived her aura and even wielded it. A being she had never witnessed in her entire existence.
Could he be the promised one?
The fact that he even carried the key suggested as much.
‘…But it may not be.’
To say so would be—how to put it.
‘Something more.’
Something far greater.
A strange existence that defied all evaluation—something that could not be defined or designated.
A historical figure existing within the Sacred Sanctuary of Singyeo.
Even she, who inherited the name Muwi, could not comprehend that being.
“…I thought that if he desired it, he could become it.”
“If he desired it, he could become it?”
“Yes.”
He spoke of desire with his own lips, but I cannot be certain.
‘Does he.’
Does he truly covet the seat of Celestial Demon? In the eyes Muwi observed, there existed no such ambition.
And so Muwi was certain of this one thing.
He does not.
‘He does not desire that seat.’
The Demonic Cult’s sky.
I had never yearned for such a thing as the Demonic Cult’s sky.

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