Chapter 1110
Pa-myeong crouched low, bracing himself in a defensive stance.
Pale smoke rose from his forearms where he had blocked the fist technique.
"......."
He looked down at his own body with an expression of disbelief.
Why wasn't his power to twist fate activating?
"What's so surprising?"
Like new stars being born—
Behind Bu Eun-seol's back, dazzling fist phantoms once again ascended into the sky.
Kukukuku.
The fist phantoms emitted a pure white light like miniature suns, their centers condensed with destructive force.
Zzzzing.
As if sensing danger, Pa-myeong thrust out both palms.
A violet sphere formed between them, summoning a power that could distort, disrupt, and reverse the trajectory of any incoming attack.
KWAAAAAA—!
Hundreds of points of light transformed into the shape of fists and surged toward Pa-myeong.
It was a meteor shower of fists, as if they could shatter the entire world.
KWAKWAKWAKWANG!
The trajectories of the fist techniques bent and slammed into the ground.
The earth exploded, carving out massive craters, while some were deflected into the air, pulverizing a distant rocky mountain dozens of jang away.
But that was only a fraction of the hundreds of fist strikes.
BOOM!
In the end, the attacks he couldn't reverse or distort tore into Pa-myeong's body.
Zzzzing.
In that brief moment, he conjured a violet protective astral energy.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Even the shockwaves of the missed attacks alone were enough to shake the earth.
Pa-myeong's body, struck directly, was sent flying back another three jang.
Though he carved deep furrows into the ground as he was pushed back, his speed didn't lessen.
Crack, craaack.
Finally, fissures began to spread across the violet barrier.
It was as if hundreds of hammers were striking a steel plate simultaneously.
Pa-myeong thickened his protective astral energy, trying to mend the shattered sections, but the rate of destruction far outpaced his recovery.
BOOM!
The energy encasing his body burst apart like shattered glass, and his form was swallowed by a colossal wave of fist force.
FWOOOOOSH!
The energy was so overwhelming—
The entire area was engulfed in a flash of light before a blinding white pillar shot into the sky.
When the light finally faded—
Thud.
Pa-myeong, who had been swept away by the torrent of fist force, descended from the air and landed opposite Bu Eun-seol.
High-quality silk robes had melted in places, and dust clung to him everywhere.
It was a pitiful sight, unimaginable compared to the overwhelming dominance he had shown earlier—defeating Bu Eun-seol without a speck of dust on himself.
"Now I see."
A mysterious glint flashed in Bu Eun-seol's eyes as he stared at Pa-myeong.
"It was extrasensory perception—beyond human limits."
There was no such thing as a power to destroy fate.
Pa-myeong possessed extrasensory perception that transcended human boundaries.
With it, he detected millions of variables—the faintest tremors in muscles, shifts in blood flow, reflexive bodily responses, vibrations in the surrounding air, changes in temperature—
And by twisting them, he created unexpected outcomes.
For example, when Bu Eun-seol unleashed his sword techniques—
Pa-myeong simultaneously read hundreds, thousands of sword trajectories.
When Bu Eun-seol channeled his internal energy—
Pa-myeong sensed the flow of true qi circulation through faint shockwaves permeating his body—
Then diverted a single strand of true qi, causing the gathered internal energy to leak out through the wrong acupoint.
"Truly an extraordinary ability. One that doesn't exist in the current martial world."
Bu Eun-seol, arms crossed, tilted his head slightly.
"Did you learn even that from the True Demon?"
Put into words, it might not sound like much—
But to wield such an ability, one needed godlike extrasensory perception and bodily control.
Moreover, considering Pa-myeong was manipulating Wi Cheong-un's body without using soul-demon magic energy...
His actual martial prowess must have been beyond imagination.
"With this level of power, no wonder you dared to rebel against the True Demon."
"Hohoho."
Though momentarily startled, Pa-myeong quickly regained his composure and nodded leisurely.
"Through Transcendent Unity, you've temporarily gained extrasensory perception on par with this one's, it seems. But..."
His words cut off.
Bu Eun-seol closed the distance in an instant and unleashed another fist technique.
Swoosh!
Though clearly a fist technique, a condensed force like a long blade surged forth—
And with every strike against the ground, massive pillars of fire erupted.
Having reached Transcendent Unity, Bu Eun-seol now displayed the majesty of a Martial God.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pa-myeong didn't evade the onslaught—instead, he met it with his own fist techniques.
Every time their fists clashed in midair, thunderous explosions resounded, and shockwaves of true qi spread dozens of jang outward.
Now that Bu Eun-seol's extrasensory perception had reached the same level as Pa-myeong's—
That mysterious ability to prevent attacks from landing or reverse them no longer worked.
BOOM! CRASH! CRASH!
The relentless exchange of attacks continued, forcing Pa-myeong to retreat step by step.
Ssskkt! Tch-tchk!
Shifting tactics, Pa-myeong unleashed sword energy as sharp and swift as finger wind at speeds too fast for the eye to follow.
But Bu Eun-seol, enveloped in a translucent light, moved even faster.
His martial prowess had multiplied several times over, now augmented by the power of Baekri Geom-ha, which severed his enemy's strength.
With his Soul-Demon Magic Energy unusable and trapped within Wi Cheong-un's body, Pa-myeong stood no chance.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
Every time Bu Eun-seol unleashed his Fist Technique, Pa-myeong staggered back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"You bastard."
The smug confidence on Pa-myeong's face—the same face that had boasted that he would be glad if someone made him regret it—was now gone.
"Fine!"
THUD!
Unable to withstand the onslaught, Pa-myeong leaped into the air.
"I'll grind you to dust!"
A violent light gathered in his hands—every ounce of his remaining power concentrated into a single strike meant to obliterate Bu Eun-seol's body.
And that movement... was exactly the moment Bu Eun-seol had been waiting for.
'Now.'
SHIIING—!
With a dragon-like roar, the Ink Soul Sword finally left its sheath.
A Sword Form capable of severing all invasive power from another's body—based on the Way of Nature.
The perfect instant to execute the Ink Soul First Form, the technique created by his father, Baekri Mu-ha.
ZZZIIING—!
A tremor shook the air as golden cracks spread across the Ink Soul Sword's pitch-black surface, dark as the Abyss.
From those cracks, a mysterious pattern bloomed.
Like constellations carved into the night sky, the pattern writhed like the scales of a living dragon, flowing toward the blade's tip before condensing into a single point—
KABOOOOOM—!
—and exploding in a blinding golden radiance that shook heaven and earth.
"AAAAAAH—!"
A scream tore from Pa-myeong's throat—like the wail of a hellish demon being exorcised.
At the same time, his entire body trembled violently as crimson demonic energy erupted from his pores.
CRACK.
His body twisted, bloated, and convulsed as if something parasitic—some monstrous entity—was being forcibly ripped out of his flesh.
"GGRRKK—!"
Like flesh seared by a red-hot iron, the crimson demonic energy tore free from Pa-myeong's body, surging into the air as a shadowy mass.
Just as Wi Cheong-un's body began returning to its original state—
ZZZT—!
The writhing black shadow suddenly halted—then yanked the golden patterns back toward itself.
Bu Eun-seol had seized the perfect moment.
But Pa-myeong's Extrasensory Perception was formidable—he had twisted the trajectory just enough to prevent the Ink Soul First Form from fully connecting.
TSSSS—
Pa-myeong, hunched over and steaming with pale smoke, slowly straightened.
"So... this was your hidden trump card."
His skin had turned pale, fissured like cracked obsidian.
From his eyes bloomed a pair of crimson lights—devoid of any human emotion, deep as the Abyss.
"Even if this isn't my true body... had that landed properly, it would've been dangerous."
ZZZING—
A blade of crimson energy formed in his hand.
FWISH!
Dozens of red blades burst from Bu Eun-seol's body.
Using transcendent perception, Pa-myeong had embedded blades of True Qi directly into his flesh.
TCH-TCHK!
But the moment they touched Bu Eun-seol's body, they sparked and melted away.
Even in this state, his Transcendent Unity made his body impervious.
"You dodged well."
Though his decisive strike had failed, not a trace of disappointment showed on Bu Eun-seol's face.
"Truthfully, I didn't even need this Sword Form."
With a murmur—
CLANG.
—he tossed the Ink Soul Sword to the ground without hesitation.
An unimaginable act for Bu Eun-seol, who had always treasured his weapons like his own life—especially one passed down by his mother.
"Haa."
A predator's grin curled on his lips, his killing intent unrestrained.
"I just have to beat you to death."
CRREEAK—
As he clenched his fist, a storm of destructive force gathered.
"Try blocking this."
In an instant, his platinum-glowing fist struck Pa-myeong's dantian—without a single millimeter of error.
KWA-BOOOM—!
A massive shockwave, shaped like a fist, erupted from Pa-myeong's back, reducing the cliff behind him to dust.
TSSSS—
Yet Pa-myeong remained standing.
"Still alive?"
Bu Eun-seol scoffed and unleashed another storm of devastating force.
Pa-myeong's eyes widened.
He had merely assumed it was an extrasensory perception equal to his own.
But this was dozens of times stronger than he had anticipated.
"Impossible!"
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
Pa-myeong unleashed a relentless storm of crimson blades, raining down like a downpour.
"Hmph."
Bu Eun-seol evaded with ease, countering with his own onslaught.
BOOM!
Once again, Pa-myeong was struck by Bu Eun-seol's Fist Technique, sent flying over ten zhang back.
"Since it's not your real body, I suppose you can't feel pain."
The corners of Bu Eun-seol's lips curled up as golden and dark crimson light intertwined, surging from his fists.
"If you can't feel it, then I'll make you see it."
Pa-myeong's eyes widened.
If those fists landed—
Not only would Wi Cheong-un's body be obliterated, but the calamity would extend to his true self. He could sense it.
"Wait."
Pa-myeong's voice was low and solemn, as though forcibly maintaining his crumbling dignity.
"This isn't my real body. Do you truly wish to kill nothing more than Wi Cheong-un?"
Bu Eun-seol clenched his fist again, indifferent.
Pa-myeong spoke once more.
"A mere vessel like this means nothing to me."
"And so?"
Even as he spoke, Pa-myeong's pupils darted wildly—
Continuously sensing the energy radiating from Bu Eun-seol's body.
"I'll come in my real body. How does that sound?"
"Your real body..."
At those words, Bu Eun-seol's eyes shimmered like dazzling gemstones, flickering with light.
"You're stalling."
Screeeech—
Just as Bu Eun-seol gathered his full strength to strike—
"...?"
The blinding radiance enveloping his body began to fade, his eyes returning to normal.
It had never been a perfect Transcendent Unity to begin with—there had always been a time limit.
He had fought leisurely, conserving his strength, only to waste his precious moments.
"As I thought, it wasn't complete."
Pa-myeong let out a dark chuckle.
His extrasensory perception could detect everything—from the faintest movement of a hair to the flow of blood.
He had sensed the gradual decline in Bu Eun-seol's power from the very beginning.
That was why he had deliberately stalled for time.
"You truly are dangerous."
Pa-myeong's hand shot forward.
"Die."
SHWING!
The Fate-Sundering Halberd—an unstoppable, razor-sharp spear—shot toward Bu Eun-seol.
Thwip!
Though he moved with all his might, the halberd still grazed deep into Bu Eun-seol's shoulder.
With Transcendent Unity gone, he could no longer evade Pa-myeong's attacks.
"Merely cutting the flesh is meaningless."
Pa-myeong gazed down at the immobilized Bu Eun-seol, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Sssssk—
A grotesque sound echoed as Bu Eun-seol's body trembled faintly.
Pa-myeong unleashed the Soul-Splitting Blade of the Heart—
A technique that cleaved the Spirit and Mind in two, ensuring he could never attempt Transcendent Unity again.
'Done.'
In that instant—
Bu Eun-seol's eyes flashed.
Pa-myeong would never dream—
That the moment he had been waiting for all along was now.
Martial Soul Society, Absolute Domain—Inner Chamber.
"Someone of Pa-myeong's caliber will undoubtedly sense the energy of Transcendent Unity."
Bu Eun-seol, who had been in seclusion at the time, spoke to the transparent figure standing before him—
Baekri Geom-ha.
"And he will also realize that it isn't yet perfect."
[Hmm.]
"Moreover, he'll suspect that I'm hiding a trump card—a Secret Art. That's why, even if he seizes the perfect moment, the Ink Soul First Form may not land."
Pa-myeong was a terrifying powerhouse—one who had even rebelled against the True Demon.
While Transcendent Unity might allow temporary dominance, whether it could truly subdue him remained uncertain.
[So?]
At Baekri Geom-ha's question, Bu Eun-seol answered calmly.
"He will undoubtedly wait for Transcendent Unity to collapse. And the moment he believes he's won—when he shatters my Spirit and Mind to prevent any further attempts—"
Bu Eun-seol's gaze hardened with certainty.
"That very instant—when he is most convinced of his victory—will be the only opportunity to strike with the Ink Soul First Form."
For someone like Pa-myeong, absolute confidence in victory meant—
He believed he had crushed every possibility, standing in unshakable supremacy.
"So from now on, we train for that moment—the instant my Spirit and Mind are split, I must immediately unleash the Ink Soul First Form."
Sssssss—
A radiant, multicolored light erupted from Bu Eun-seol's body, soaring to the heavens.
It was a brilliance that intertwined the hues of dawn, the breath of the earth, and the depths of the ocean.
Stones, soil, grass, and flowers touched by this light pulsed faintly, as though reclaiming life itself.
The moment the Soul-Splitting Blade struck—splitting his personality in two—
Bu Eun-seol activated the Heavenly Light Endless Art and, in the same breath, unleashed the Ink Soul First Form once more.
SHWING—CRACK!
The Ink Soul Sword, which had lain dormant on the ground, erupted in dazzling light—
Piercing straight through Pa-myeong's forehead.
Drip.
As the tip of the blade touched his brow—
Pa-myeong's skin split open, and from the fissures, a pitch-black radiance began to bloom.
KWA-UUUUUNG!
Simultaneously, a colossal Demon God Statue materialized in the sky above.
Struck by a force capable of annihilating flesh,
Pa-myeong had no choice but to unleash the Soul-Demon Magic Energy—a power rivaling that of the True Demon himself.
BOOM!
Bu Eun-seol's body was hurled into the air before crashing back to the ground.
CHIIII—
Pale smoke curled upward from his fallen form.
CRACKLE.
At the same time, a pitch-black hand, shimmering with dark energy, burst from the earth and seized him in its grasp.
Even stopping Ink Soul First Form hadn't been enough to quell Pa-myeong's unease—so he bound Bu Eun-seol's body with this claw of Soul-Demon Magic Energy.
"To think you forced this venerable one to draw out my Soul-Demon Magic Energy..."
Pa-myeong stared at Bu Eun-seol, his expression laced with disgust.
"You... are stronger than the Seven Fingers Demonic Blade in his youth."
Black blood trickled from Pa-myeong's lips.
The reason he only used Soul-Demon Magic Energy to dominate others' bodies was simple—
His true form was already severely damaged.
If he exerted any more power, his flesh would collapse entirely.
But when that damned youth radiated an aura threatening enough to push him to the brink, he had no choice but to activate it—even if it meant his own destruction.
"If I fail to kill you today, it will be an eternal regret."
GASP!
The massive hand gripping Bu Eun-seol began to tighten slowly.
CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
The sound of bones grinding under pressure echoed from Bu Eun-seol's body.
A hand forged from Soul-Demon Magic Energy could shatter even diamond to dust.
Yet despite the sickening cracks, his body remained intact.
"How is your body this resilient?!"
Unspeakable fear seeped into Pa-myeong's gaze.
ZZZIIING.
As he raised his hand, a massive Black Sword—dozens of jang in size and forged from Soul-Demon Magic Energy—slowly manifested in the sky.
"Die."
KWA-UUUUNG!
With a ghastly metallic shriek, the sword darkened the heavens before plummeting like a meteor.
Just as the tip of the Soul-Demon Magic Energy blade touched Bu Eun-seol's forehead—
ZZZIIING.
The Brain Gate Acupoint, which had once felt icy cold, now burned like wildfire.
Was the seal finally unraveling?
Then—
Time itself froze.
His vision blurred.
And memories he had never been able to recall before began surfacing one by one.
―A being like the True Demon, who possesses the Chain of Reincarnation... is ultimately no different from an entity with hundreds, thousands of split personalities.
It was the voice of his father, Baekri Mu-ha.
―Think about it.
If you create countless personalities, dividing your consciousness into multiple sections, and assign each a distinct temperament and ability...
If each personality processes information independently, then freely merges the results...
The myriad phenomena of the universe—
You could become a being capable of influencing all things and events in existence.
―Then, in the end...
Baekri Geom-ha's eyes gleamed.
―To defeat a transcendent enemy like the True Demon, our family has been developing by mimicking his abilities?
At his son's words, Baekri Mu-ha nodded approvingly.
―That would be one way to put it.
―Then couldn't we just use the teachings Father gave me to infinitely divide personalities?
Baekri Geom-ha grinned brightly.
―Depending on the personality, the will, experience, emotions, and even the way qi is manipulated changes, right?
Meaning, depending on which personality takes the lead...
Even the same Martial Form could differ completely—from the subtlest muscle movements to reaction speed and force distribution...
―Absolutely not.
Baekri Mu-ha's voice turned grave.
―Endlessly dividing personalities is tantamount to carving up your own body—an extremely dangerous experiment. You must never attempt it.
'Baekri Geom-ha... you fool.'
As the fragmented memories flowed into his mind, Bu Eun-seol inwardly sighed.
This idiot must have ignored his father's warnings and recklessly attempted personality division.
And in the end, to fix the damage, he must have created Baekri Geom-ha—a unified personality.
'But why?'
If so, Baekri Geom-ha should have been a more complete, more exceptional being than himself.
Yet why had he remained stunted—like a childish, immature personality?
This truth would later be revealed—
When Baekri Geom-ha, through a fateful encounter with the True Demon's lineage, willingly stepped into the Abyss...
But that was a story for another time.
'It doesn't have to be Ink Soul First Form after all.'
Through the memories of his father,
Bu Eun-seol finally grasped the perfect method to utterly suppress Pa-myeong—
FLASH!
With movement swift as lightning, he broke free from the black claw's grip and evaded the descending sword.
"The Soul-Demon Magic Energy... failed?!"
Just as Pa-myeong's eyes bulged in disbelief—
SWOOSH!
Bu Eun-seol, now gripping the fallen Ink Soul Sword, unleashed—
Waning Moon Morning Star.
A colossal cruciform sword aura surged toward Pa-myeong's face.
"Pathetic."
Sneering, he moved to deflect it—
SLICE.
But before he could react, the blade carved a deep gash from his right cheek—
Sending his ear tumbling to the ground.
"How...?"
Pa-myeong's eyes widened to the point of tearing.
Transcendent Unity had already shattered.
Though his physical reactions had slowed considerably, he had anticipated and turned back the sword stroke—
So how had that worthless slash cleanly struck his face?!