The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 571

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 571
The blue-eyed gaze was said to be the symbol of Cheongwol Sect.
The first profound technique opened by the founding Moonju, who sought to resemble the moon, was merely blue in color.
Through evolution and further evolution, it eventually reached a level that directly influenced the eyes themselves.
The second-generation Moonju who first opened such eyes would say that this was surely the moon’s selection, and so it was told.
It was decisive proof that martial arts cultivation could exert special effects on the human body.
At that time, it was called a blessing, and there were even jests about being a child of the Deity, or so the stories went.
Such were the tales. Everything concerning Wol-an was recorded like myth or legend.
This meant, in other words, that Wol-an was something extraordinarily special.
It possessed an atmosphere entirely different from the mere blue eyes that those of foreign descent possessed.
Therefore.
‘There could be no mistake.’
One could not mistake it by looking at the eyes. Especially not if one possessed the same profound technique.
“….”
Our gazes locked, and I froze for a moment. It was Wol-an. Unmistakably Wol-an.
Thump—! Thump—!
An alien resonance embedded in my heart. Feeling it, I fixed my gaze upon the figure before me.
The face was difficult to discern, but the eyes were clear.
In truth, that was sufficient. One could learn much simply by observing the eyes.
“…You.”
I took a step forward. The sensation came to me.
‘It’s this person.’
I realized the figure I had been seeking was this one. The mentor of Yoo Cheon-gil, said to be in the Singang region.
Was this the being the Young Master had spoken of?
‘Why?’
If it were true, why.
I questioned whether it was genuine, yet seeing it before me made it all the more absurd. If this were Yoo Cheon-gil’s mentor, they should have been far older.
‘They’re alive?’
The fact that such an ancient being still lived was astonishing in itself.
‘Why deliberately here?’
That a figure of Cheongwol Sect’s ancestral line would exist at the Demonic Cult’s stronghold was utterly incomprehensible.
Just as I moved to approach.
A chill.
“….”
Goosebumps erupted across my back. An indescribable presence enveloped my entire body.
It was murderous intent. My heightened vigilance forcibly halted my advance.
Then.
“You have keen instincts.”
“….”
A weathered, soot-stained timbre pierced my ears.
“That damned fool’s disciple, I thought he’d be somewhat useful, but tsk, tsk, tsk… it seems he’s gone and created something even more formidable than himself.”
“…Who are you, sir?”
The atmosphere felt peculiar. Though a crowd had gathered around us moments before, it felt as though only this presence and I stood in this space.
“Who do you think? A disciple of the Sword Saint.”
“At least I can tell you’re someone of considerable standing in the Cheongwol Sect.”
“Your perception isn’t entirely dull.”
“….”
Could this really be called perception? It would be stranger not to know.
“Hani, do not approach.”
“…Pardon?”
“I acknowledge your discernment, but I despise you.”
A faint whisper of killing intent.
The same sensation as before. I swallowed dryly at the identical feeling.
“I despise you so much that I wish to gouge out those two eyes, tear out your dantian, and hack you to pieces.”
“…You speak quite harshly, sir. Frightening words indeed. Yet we are still of the same sect, are we not?”
“Indeed. That alone is why you still draw breath.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Do not search. Do not wonder, and do not interfere. This is both my arrangement and my warning.”
“Sir— that is—”
Before my words could finish, a metallic clang rang out. My body had already moved before that sound reached my ears.
I seized the Celestial Demon Divine Sword and took my stance.
The old man, strangely, took no action whatsoever. But what was this sensation just now?
“Tsk, tsk, tsk— your instincts are indeed sharp…. Truly astounding. I’m curious how that damned creature raised you.”
“….”
“I hope you do not seek me out next time. Your head will fall then.”
The old man simply turned and walked away.
I stood motionless, watching his receding figure until he vanished into the distance, saying nothing.
Why did that old man act this way? Why did he show hostility toward me here?
Rather than such questions,
‘What was that just now?’
That sensation from moments ago.
The chill I felt watching that old man. I focused on that sensation—the feeling of a blade without ever drawing one.
What was that? My entire body had gone rigid from the alien sensation.
It was strange.
No matter how I examined it, it was strange.
Only after the old man disappeared could I open my palm to check.
It was drenched in sweat.
Was it merely an illusion born of killing intent? No. It wasn’t that.
‘…What on earth.’
What could it have been? As I pondered this dozens of times.
[I acknowledge you have good instincts.]
The Celestial Demon spoke.
[You sensed something you should not have seen. It is not particularly good, so forget it.]
‘…So there was something after all.’
[There was indeed. Whether it exists or not, it exists. It is something to pursue someday, but not now. If you try to follow it, your legs will not merely tear—they will burn away. Forget it.]
“….”
Forget? What I just sensed?
How could I forget when he spoke like that?
I could not forget what I felt from the Old Man. The more the Celestial Demon spoke that way, the more impossible it became.

* * *
When I returned to my residence, only silence greeted me.
Had I arrived so quickly while lost in thought about the Old Man? I sensed no presence of anyone here.
Just as I wondered if anyone was about, a faint stirring emerged.
Someone was descending.
“Ah. Welcome back.”
It was Woon-ryong.
“I have returned, but…. Are you feeling better?”
“…Yes. I can move about now.”
Woon-ryong answered awkwardly. It seemed the wounds he had suffered from the Heavenly Sword were finally healing.
“Where are the others?”
“I am not certain. When I woke, most were gone. Ah, Yoo Yeon was here earlier, but….”
“So she is not here now.”
“…Yes.”
“I understand.”
They had all gone out? It was remarkable how freely they could move about in Singang.
There was no need to search for them. They would manage on their own.
We had come this far—why concern myself further? They would handle it themselves.
‘I should not waste attention on that.’
I had become aware of that presence in Singang. Whether he was truly Yoo Cheon-gil’s mentor remained uncertain, but I now knew he harbored hostility toward me and was connected to the Cheongwol Sect.
From now on, I must move with this knowledge in mind.
‘Seeing that existence—what does the Young Master hope to gain?’
Given his open hostility, could I gain any advantage by approaching him?
‘I am uncertain….’
It was ambiguous. I knew nothing of Yoo Cheon-gil’s mentor.
He was likely a former figure of the Cheongwol Sect, nothing more.
That was the extent of my information.
For now, approaching him was dangerous.
‘I will postpone this matter.’
I had plans tomorrow as well. With training already scheduled, I could not afford to pursue that Old Man and face the consequences.
“Hmm.”
I entered the room. There was nothing else to do but wait for nightfall.
The kind of night where the moon rises but hides behind clouds.

* * *
“Perfect.”
Time passed, and night arrived. I opened the window, sensing the hour I’d been waiting for had come.
I’d spent the time locked in my room organizing my plans, and now the moment was upon me.
The lights in the Current Location were still faintly visible, but they were gradually extinguishing.
Only then did I rustle about, changing my clothes.
They were colorless and odorless—black garments with no adornments that might catch attention.
I found a face covering and put it on.
‘Is this enough?’
Concealing my face to this degree would suffice. Once my preparations were complete, I moved.
I kicked off the window frame and launched myself into the air.
I moved slowly, suppressing my presence entirely. Soon I arrived at the Inn I’d visited during the day.
As I reached the Entrance, something came into view.
“Hmm?”
It was the Gatekeeper. The one guarding the Entrance narrowed his eyes upon seeing me.
“…Who are you?”
It was obvious at a glance that I wasn’t a guest, so he looked at me with a tense expression and asked.
“This is just an ordinary Inn. There’s nothing here to steal or—”
“I don’t need anything to steal. Who’s the highest-ranking person here? I came because I have something to say.”
“…That outfit doesn’t look like someone who came just to talk. Reveal your identity.”
“You’re right about that.”
An accurate observation. Then surely he understood the answer as well?
“If I intended to reveal my identity, I wouldn’t be dressed like this.”
“…Are you mad on a moonlit night? Get out of here. It’s better for you to leave while I’m still letting you live—”
His words didn’t finish. I’d already closed in and seized the Gatekeeper by the throat.
“Gack!”
Before he could cry out, I struck his jaw, knocking him unconscious.
“…Hmm.”
What to do now. I left the unconscious Gatekeeper where he lay and surveyed the Entrance. Walking in openly seemed problematic.
‘Still, I dressed like this for a reason.’
I should at least make it look like I’m sneaking in. I climbed onto the second-floor window frame. I pushed my blade through the closed window and sliced.
Whisper.
The window opened with a light cutting sensation.
Creak.
I opened it as carefully as possible and peered inside.
I activated Wol-an and confirmed the interior. I pierced through the darkness.
Nothing particularly distinctive caught my eye. Just the second floor of an Inn—the sort of mundane scenery one would expect to see there.
Nothing especially remarkable about it, really.
‘Where is it?’
What I was observing was not the building itself, but the spiritual aura it emanated.
As I recalled this and began my entry.
A deep hum resonated through the air.
“…Tsk.”
The moment my foot touched the ground, I clicked my tongue in irritation.
A subtle pulse rippled outward.
I sensed something, and the instant that sensation registered, I felt presences stirring all around me.
‘They’ve set a trap.’
I glanced at the Wall. Several Talismans were affixed to it. Ah, of course.
‘These fools have rigged the place.’
Talismans designed to alert someone of an intruder’s arrival. Had they used spiritual energy? I hadn’t anticipated them being attached to the walls.
It was an oversight born from my lack of expertise in infiltration and stealth.
And the price of that mistake was.
“Who goes there!”
“An intruder…!”
The response was larger than I’d anticipated. Figures emerged from nowhere, drawing their blades.
“…The Gatekeeper is collapsed at the entrance. Damn it. Did they come through the front?”
“There’s someone over there!”
“An intruder. Seize them…!!”
“Report to those above…!”
The moment they realized I was an intruder, they drew their weapons. These were clearly not ordinary Inn patrons.
‘Ah, damn.’
I had hoped to investigate more peacefully. But it seems there’s no avoiding this now.
“Reveal yourself.”
The Man at the forefront pointed his blade at me and demanded.
Hearing that, I lowered my veil slightly.
Since I was wearing a prepared mask beneath, my face posed no problem.
And then.
A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air—!!!
I drew upon my Magi.
Wol-an blazed crimson.
[Did I ask who I am?]
Compose yourself.
Embarrassing as it may be, it must be done.
I lowered my voice deliberately, speaking the prepared words toward the remnants of Patcheon Palace who dared question me.
[I am the Heavenly Supreme.]
To my declaration.
[Celestial Demon.]
[Yes.]
The true Celestial Demon laughed as if the absurdity of it all was beyond words.

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