Chapter 483
Chapter 483
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 125
>Chapter Title: Six Demons (1)
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-Skreeeeaaah!
A colossal, pure-white entity accompanied by a storm that seemed capable of freezing everything in its path with a single flap of its wings.
It was a Great Peng larger than one of the peaks of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
The arrival of this being, incomparably massive compared to the other yokai hordes, brought another silence of despair.
Even amidst the Heavenly Demon's overwhelming presence, they had been gripped by anxiety from the countless monstrosities.
-Groooaaar!
Dan Mok In-ho burst into mad laughter as he gazed at the Great Peng that had descended upon the world, its eerie red eyes flashing.
"Hahahahahaha! The Six Demons' White Peng Demon King, who turned the North Sea into a land of cold ice and death, has descended. Realize your own frailty and kneel!"
Despite his utterly mad proclamation, not a single soul dared to refute it.
And how could they? The air had grown chilling ever since that colossal being—the White Peng Demon King—appeared. But more than that, the demonic power that threatened to upheave the world crushed down on them. Unable to withstand the pressure, blood began pouring from noses and eyes all around.
-Drip, drip!
"...What is this?"
"Nosebleed?"
"...Blood's flowing from their eyes too!"
Those with weaker internal energy were already fully affected.
Even the so-called masters were no exception.
They too were experiencing their qi boiling under the onslaught of demonic power vast as the ocean, blanketing everything.
"This energy is unreal."
"The aura from that massive Great Peng is choking the breath right out of me."
"Amitabha. This is a calamity."
This was no longer a battle between righteousness and evil.
It was a human-yokai war for the survival of the martial world—no, a great catastrophe.
A battle implied something that could be fended off, but could humans truly stand against this?
"The Six Demons..."
Mok Kyung-un's eyes sharpened.
The Six Demons.
The six kings of the yokai hordes, beings akin to divine beasts.
Among them, Mok Kyung-un had encountered two on the verge of transcending natural laws.
In the secret chamber of Blood River Valley, the Sea Slayer King, the Heaven-trapping Dog.
In the imperial palace, the Hundred Face King, the Golden Fur Nine-Tailed Fox.
At the time, they had been existences he couldn't even scratch.
And they hadn't even unleashed their full power.
The Sea Slayer King had been weakened by its seal, and the Hundred Face King hadn't used its true strength in human form—yet both had overwhelmed him.
Now, for the first time, he faced one of the Six Demons in its complete form.
-Groooaaar!
Demonic power so intense it stung the skin.
Chilling air from its wingbeats turning the surrounding area and the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains into winter in an instant.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas states that spirit beasts at their pinnacle touch the edge of natural order, becoming no different from heavenly calamities or earthly disasters.
The White Peng Demon King before them was exactly that.
It possessed overwhelming power to reduce an entire region to ruins in a moment.
Seeing Mok Kyung-un's solemn gaze, Dan Mok In-ho—the clone from the Demon Wood—sneered.
"Now do you feel it? Incarnation. Your fate is no different from these gathered humans—lamps flickering before the wind..."
-Pfshk!
Before Dan Mok In-ho could finish, Mok Kyung-un's finger plunged into the eye on his forehead.
"Gahk!"
As the third eye was seized, Dan Mok In-ho convulsed in agony.
Rather than being toyed with in the enemy's game, Mok Kyung-un prioritized locating the main body.
Through the third eye, he sought to grasp the main body's will.
With no more clones, deception would be impossible.
Its location was...
'No way?'
Not far off.
Very close.
At that moment, its will echoed.
-No need to search. This lord is right here among them.
Passing through countless yokai hordes at the center, he sensed its will.
Indeed, no other clones remained...
-Flash! Throb!
A headache like a lightning strike hit, scattering the will.
What phenomenon was this?
Now, with his will elevated far beyond before, he was confident he could track it no matter how it resisted.
Yet something blocked him.
The instant he tried to cling to its will,
-Crack!
The gripped third eye burst.
'What?'
Mok Kyung-un was puzzled.
Having merged wills with the Demon King's, he possessed a complete ego, confident he surpassed even an ancient like the Demon Wood in stature.
Yet midway, something unknown beyond the main body's stature intervened.
And that something felt eerily familiar, if only for an instant.
Mok Kyung-un glared sharply at the White Peng Demon King and the innumerable yokai hordes behind it.
The main body was there.
'Must I cut through it all?'
-Shing!
Mok Kyung-un swiftly drew the demon sword Akjeuk from its sheath.
The moment he unsheathed it, all eyes—shrunken from the unfolding catastrophe—turned to him.
Merely drawing the sword unleashed razor-sharp sword intent in all directions, halting the chill surging toward the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains in an instant.
The leaders of each faction couldn't hide their awe.
'He sliced through the Great Peng's crushing aura with sword intent alone. Has he truly become the sword itself?'
It was the true realm of unity of swordsman and sword.
To turn all surrounding energies into sword—one where all things were swords.
Thus, the faction leaders had no choice but to acknowledge it.
He alone could face this calamity-like entity.
But then,
-Chill!
Everyone up front recoiled in shock.
The moment Mok Kyung-un drew his sword, they saw the White Peng Demon King curl its beak in a sinister grin.
Though a yokai, its expression was clear: a smile radiating incomprehensible malice that sent shivers down spines.
Not hostility, but intrigue.
Right then.
-Craaaack!
The White Peng Demon King spread its blindingly white wings wide.
All gasped in awe at the wings, beautiful yet ominous.
Then, it flapped those vast wings forward.
-Swoooosh!
With a few flaps, gusts and blizzards surged ahead.
But the blizzard didn't rush toward the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
Instead, the chill concentrated right before it, forming a massive sphere swirling violently within.
"...Impossible."
Faction Leader Ho Tae-gang atop the foremost peak had his pupils quake.
The energy in that sphere was earth-shattering, but even more horrifying: it contained blizzard and storm.
Could this Great Peng even condense natural phenomena?
-Grraaaawr!
The White Peng Demon King raised its beak and roared.
With that, the storm-blizzard sphere—fully formed by its flaps—tore toward the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, cleaving the earth.
-Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!
All who beheld it stared in blank despair.
How could anyone evade that?
A heavenly calamity in truth.
Right then.
-Swish!
Mok Kyung-un gripped Akjeuk reverse and swung down toward the ground.
What happened next rounded everyone's eyes.
-Woooong!
"What... is that?"
"A sword?"
Directly opposite the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, in midair, a nearly thirty-zhang-long, utterly transparent massive formless sword materialized and plunged into the earth.
-Kabooooom!
-Rumble rumble!
"Th-the ground!"
With colossal thunder, earth and sand erupted like lava, shaking the foothills' peaks as if in an earthquake.
Simultaneously, the oncoming storm-blizzard sphere collided with the formless sword piercing the ground, splitting in half. The pent-up frigid air exploded.
-Shatter shatter shatter!
The chill explosion split into rainbow-like layers, freezing even the air in stratified waves.
The split blast's aftermath slammed into the peaks on either side of the battlefield, crumbling sections and flash-freezing the surroundings.
-Rumble rumble kaboom!
-Crack craaaack!
Avalanches of soil and ice chunks.
All stood frozen, mouths agape at the sight.
Unbelievable, though unfolding before their eyes.
Like immortals of the heavens clashing: a single exchange crumbling mountains and altering nature.
This transcended anything they could handle.
-Grraaaawr!
Yet the White Peng Demon King roared anew.
Its red eyes curved like a sinister crescent moon—clearly a smile.
It seemed to relish the situation.
Delight in Mok Kyung-un blocking its almighty power.
'Should we call this fortunate?'
Mok Kyung-un's subordinates brimmed with trust in their lord, but the Righteous and Evil Alliance warriors felt conflicted emotions.
Beyond righteousness or evil, relief that among humans, a monster could face this calamity-like being—and the opposing fear.
Had this catastrophe not arisen, how would the war have ended?
Unthinkable.
But now, relief dominated.
Against that calamity yokai, only Mok Kyung-un stood a chance.
Thus, unspoken, they found themselves rooting for him.
-Fwosh!
Then Mok Kyung-un's form shot like lightning through the air.
"The Heavenly Demon's moving!"
"Is he going head-on?"
All tensed, eyes glued forward.
Unaware or uncaring of their thoughts, Mok Kyung-un focused solely on the White Peng Demon King's weaknesses.
'Must hurry.'
Exchanging blows from afar was pointless.
Delay meant greater losses.
But mid-flight, Mok Kyung-un halted.
-Halt!
Twisting his form, he sensed something and swung Akjeuk that way.
A massive formless sword formed anew, stretching upward.
-Groooaaar!
-Roarrrrr!
Simultaneously, a colossal pillar of flames surged up, clashing and splitting against the formless sword.
Cleaving the fire pillar blackened the earth with heat, then it met the White Peng Demon King's chill.
-Hissssss!
Dense steam billowed skyward, blotting the sun and darkening the land.
Then, thick thunderclouds unleashed torrent rain.
-Pour pour pour!!!
Rain so heavy it stung the eyes.
Each clash birthed disasters, leaving all awestruck.
Soon, the earth quaked violently.
-Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
From the fire pillar's direction loomed a massive shadow.
Nearly a hundred zhang tall, its golden mane fluttered despite the rain, lion-like head, tail woven of hundreds of blades.
Mok Kyung-un knew it instantly.
'Lion Roar King.'
Another of the Six Demons had appeared.
As another yokai king—said impossible to gather—descended, the advancing hordes bowed in reverence.
'As expected.'
He'd feared the worst since the White Peng Demon King arrived.
But it wasn't over.
-Kaboom! Rumble! Kaboom! Rumble!
'No... way.'
All eyes forward widened to tearing.
From the northwest, a shadow vaster than peaks lumbered toward them.
So immense and heavy, each step triggered quakes, shaking peaks—some crumbling into landslides.
-Rumble rumble!
But such phenomena barely registered.
"What... is that?"
"A demon from hell?"
Like a great fiend from the deepest Avici Hell of the Eight Hot Hells: two sharp horns prominent.
Steam from flaring nostrils veiled its face in mist.
-Kaboom!
One step cracked the earth, flames erupting.
Geothermal forces overwhelmed.
Last to appear, this horned colossal yokai already dominated the prior two Six Demons with presence alone.
-Grip!
Mok Kyung-un's hand tightened on Akjeuk.
After learning of the Six Demons, he'd read ancient texts in the Origin Kill Pavilion.
Long ago, a massive ox-like yokai born from twisted earth's essence over tens of thousands of years shook heaven and earth. Countless immortals sacrificed to seal it.
The immortals called it Great Power King for its unbreakable might, but the text's author named it thus.
[Flat Heaven Great Sage, Ox Demon King]
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