The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 539

Even though Baek Jung-hyuk was the strongest person in the world, he still thought about the past.

Even after conquering Murim and becoming known as the strongest, Baek Jung-hyuk always wanted to be even stronger.

He wanted to reach the highest level of skill. One day, as he practiced, he felt he needed a way to see how good he really was.

He asked some people to watch him train.

He wanted to see himself through their eyes, but the people watching him were not as strong as him, so their opinions were not very useful.

Also, they were too impressed by him because he was the Heavenly Demon.

Of course, they would be! Anyone who knew about Murim would be amazed to see the Heavenly Demon’s fighting.

Then, he brought in a painter who didn’t know anything about Murim.

He hoped the painter could draw pictures of his training exactly as it was. This turned out to be a great idea.

The painter drew what he saw without any bias.

He drew how Baek Jung-hyuk used his sword, how his feet moved when he attacked. With each picture, Baek Jung-hyuk could see himself more clearly.

He kept training and collecting paintings.

The painter got used to seeing the Heavenly Demon and asked Baek Jung-hyuk as he drew, “Why did you move your sword like that just now?”

He asked the question to make the painting better.

Baek Jung-hyuk answered the painter’s question. The painting became even better, and Baek Jung-hyuk felt like he understood himself better in that moment.

By thinking about himself, he fixed some of his fighting moves that he thought were already perfect. This helped him get closer to reaching the ‘Heavenly Realm’ in the future. Through this, he became good friends with the painter.

He remembered the painter clearly.

He had a kind face.

His hair turned white in middle age.

Baek Jung-hyuk, who lived alone, enjoyed talking with the painter, who drew like a master.

They didn’t talk about important things, but they met often and enjoyed each other’s company. Baek Jung-hyuk thought of the painter as a friend.

The painter’s name was Wang Seok-ho.

Wang Seok-ho.

Wang Wi-ryong.

The two faces looked the same.

Even though a lot of time had passed, Wang Wi-ryong looked like ‘Painter Wang Seok-ho’.

The problem was the story of Wang Seok-ho.

Wang Seok-ho was not someone important in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

He was just a normal painter, not someone who carried out the Sect’s wishes. So, if Wang Wi-ryong is related to Wang Seok-ho, it makes the situation even more confusing.

What happened to the Heavenly Demon Sect? Why would the Heavenly Demon Sect, which was the strongest in Murim, give everything to Wang Seok-ho’s family?

‘The Wang Seok-ho I remember was a sincere man. He knew how important it was to paint the Heavenly Demon’s training. He was a very serious man and would even risk his life to protect my secrets. Baek Jung-hyuk knew the painter could not fully understand the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique just by watching. But if the painter passed down the secrets of the Heavenly Demon Sect to his family, there must have been a good reason.’

He understood and accepted Wang Wi-ryong’s existence.

Some things didn’t make sense, but he trusted the Wang Seok-ho he remembered.

Roman Dmitry said, “How did you learn the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique you used?”

Something had been passed down through generations, and he needed to find out what it was.

Wang Wi-ryong felt completely lost.

He had always believed he was the one to take over the Heavenly Demon Sect. But now, he was told his ancestor, who he thought was a great warrior of the Sect, was just a painter! He couldn’t understand it. His head spun.

It was like when he learned Roman Dmitry was actually the Heavenly Demon, Baek Jung-hyuk. This new truth was too much to take in all at once.

But he knew for sure that Roman Dmitry was the Heavenly Demon.

The powerful attack that destroyed everything around them could only be the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique.

Also, if Wang Seok-ho was just a painter, he could understand why Wang Wi-ryong couldn’t use the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique well just by looking at the paintings on the walls before the disaster.

The painter’s paintings only showed how it looked from the outside. Even Wang Seok-ho wouldn’t have known the real secrets of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique.

He swallowed hard.

Wang Wi-ryong looked strained as he answered, “I learned it by looking at the murals. Our family has passed down the ‘Heavenly Demon’s martial arts’ through murals for generations.”

Murals.

That was the answer.

That’s how Wang Wi-ryong became a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

That’s why his martial arts seemed to copy the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique.

Everything started to make sense in his mind. But he didn’t want to jump to conclusions too quickly.

“Take me there. I want to see the murals myself.”

At that moment, Xiao Long was waiting outside, feeling worried.

When he heard the loud explosion, Xiao Long wondered many times if he should go inside, even if Park Min-woo got angry.

‘Stay calm. This place was dangerous enemy territory. If he did something without thinking, it would be very dangerous to escape.’

He looked around and prepared for the worst.

Wang Wi-ryong was stronger than him, but if Wang Wi-ryong was in danger, Xiao Long was ready to risk his life to save him.

They wanted to rebuild Murim and conquer the continent. To do these big things, they really needed Wang Wi-ryong, the descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Wang Wi-ryong couldn’t die in a place like this.

He felt anxious. As he paid close attention to everything around him, he saw Roman Dmitry and Wang Wi-ryong walking out from a distance.

But something was strange.

Roman Dmitry and Wang Wi-ryong were not walking together.

Roman Dmitry walked slightly ahead, and Wang Wi-ryong followed him as if walking next to him was not allowed.

Xiao Long saw Wang Wi-ryong acting very respectful to Roman Dmitry. Xiao Long was shocked.

[Xiao Long,]

He heard a voice in his head.

It was telepathy. As he focused, Wang Wi-ryong’s voice became clear.

[We are going to China now. Show respect to His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry.]

He didn’t need to say more. Just Wang Wi-ryong’s behavior showed everything.

The message was clear: China. After everything that had happened, there was no other place he could go.

A series of events started to make sense of the questions in his mind.

‘…Is that man really the Heavenly Demon?’

The man standing before me. It was him. Roman Dmitry was Baek Jong-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon.

China and Korea.

Traveling a long distance did not take long.

Thanks to the magical civilization of teleportation, Roman Dmitry quickly arrived at the place with the mural.

“This is it. My ancestor left the painting of the mural, saying that the lineage of the Heavenly Demon Cult must be continued,” Wang Wi-ryong said.

Before my eyes.

There was a huge mural.

It showed a man holding a sword and performing swordsmanship. Roman Dmitry immediately knew who it was.

The martial arts from before he reached his peak strength were vividly captured in the mural.

He approached it.

Stroking the mural, he thought of Wang Seok-ho.

‘What on earth happened?’

Upon seeing the mural, the truth was revealed.

The mural did not simply record facts.

Wang Seok-ho learned more about martial arts by thinking deeply and studying on his own. He added his imagination to the paintings on the mural to make up for his shortcomings.

From the beginning, it was impossible to perfectly show the Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship with just the paintings on the mural.

The limitations of the Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship, which excluded the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, were clear. Above all, the true Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship wasn’t just about set moves. It was about adapting and changing, using any style needed, and required years of training in many different fighting styles to truly master it.

Numerous swordsmanships.

Numerous martial arts.

He had to know everything.

Only then could he use the true Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship without being bound by form.

‘The fact that he completed the Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship, even if it was just a basic understanding, proves that Wang Wi-ryong’s talent is extraordinary.’

He admitted it.

Wang Wi-ryong was a genius.

If he had met him when he was Baek Jong-hyuk, his great talent could have taken him to incredible heights.

He carefully examined the mural.

It was then.

He saw something strange.

There was a hidden pattern in the painting.

Something that could not be known unless one knew the real Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship, it was clear that it was a secret hidden by Wang Seok-ho.

Hwa-ah.

He stirred up his magic power.

He poured his energy into the painting.

If Wang Seok-ho had hidden something in the painting, it was necessary to check it directly.

Pa-pa-pa-pat.

“Wh-what is this?!” Wang Wi-ryong exclaimed.

Wang Wi-ryong’s eyes widened.

The mural began to glow.

The faint light at first began to spread throughout the mural, following a subtle system.

Wang Wi-ryong had watched the mural for a long time, but he had no idea that such a secret was hidden in the mural.

His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open as he stared at the mural in shock. The light spreading to the mural gradually took shape, and it was a message that Wang Seok-ho was conveying to ‘someone in the future.’

[If you have grasped the secret of the mural, the person who is checking this message now is either the Heavenly Demon himself, or a descendant who has inherited the will of the Heavenly Demon. Whoever it is, I want to leave the truth that is being forgotten in the flow of time here.]

Wang Seok-ho poured his entire life into the mural.

After decades of agonizing, he completed the painting and left a secret in the painting that only the true Heavenly Demon could recognize.

[The crisis began from the moment Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk disappeared. When he was alive, no one dared to challenge the world of martial artists, but as soon as they confirmed that the Heavenly Demon was missing, the Imperial Family planned to destroy the world of martial artists. The most important goal of this was the Heavenly Demon Cult. It was to completely destroy the Heavenly Demon Cult, which had built a force strong enough to conquer the Murim. The Imperial Family had been preparing a policy to exterminate the Murim for a long time. They recruited figures from the Demonic Sect, spread people throughout the Central Plains, and used lots of soldiers and a huge amount of money for a single plan. They did not allow for even the smallest chance that the descendants of the Heavenly Demon Cult might survive and one day they might want to get revenge later. Therefore, with a single plan, they intended to completely eliminate the Heavenly Demon Cult from this world.]

The Heavenly Demon Cult.

People were afraid of them.

Because they were powerful enough to conquer the Murim, the Imperial Family hid their intentions and waited patiently for the right time.

[The Imperial Family’s plan was perfect. On the day they put the plan into action, the Heavenly Demon Cult was attacked simultaneously, so that not a single survivor or a single book of martial arts could be left behind. The Imperial Family completely crushed the Heavenly Demon Cult. They burned the library to cut off the lineage of martial arts, and chased after the descendants of the Heavenly Demon Cult to the ends of the earth and cut off their lives. The people living in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains cried with great sorrow and searched for the existence of Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk. If he returned, he would take revenge. If he returned, all problems would be solved. But their hopes were empty. The Heavenly Demon Cult was completely destroyed. Other groups still saved some descendants, but as for the Heavenly Demon Cult, all those involved died. I think the Imperial Family’s choice was wrong. Just because the existence of this region and the existence of the Heavenly Demon Cult were threatening, they massacred even innocent people.]

The reason why the lineage was cut off.

It was because of the Imperial Family’s persistence.

If Wang Seok-ho had not been an ordinary person, if he had not left the Central Plains around that time, he would not have been able to avoid death either.

[I do not want Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk, that legend, to be forgotten like this. With my limited skills, I may not be able to express him, but I will remember his existence and continue the lineage of the Heavenly Demon Cult. O you who have confirmed the truth of the mural. If you are a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Cult, please continue what Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk started. And…….]

The last phrase.

[If you are Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk himself, please remember that we have been waiting for you so desperately. We have not forgotten you.]

Hwa-ah.

The light faded.

As the letters disappeared, Roman Dmitry’s eyes narrowed, becoming hard as stone.

The destruction of the Murim.

It was expected.

But in the process, he did not think that the Imperial Family would completely destroy the Heavenly Demon Cult.

‘I have become what they fear most.’

The existence of the Heavenly Demon.

It was absolute.

Because he was so powerful that they could not dare to challenge him, the Emperor of the time could not live as he wished even after becoming Emperor.

Because there was an existence greater than the Emperor in the Central Plains. The Emperor’s forbidden scale grew larger and larger, and as soon as Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk disappeared, his anger destroyed the entire Central Plains Murim.

It was an irony of life.

Thanks to Baek Jong-hyuk, the Murim enjoyed its greatest heyday, but it also faced the tragic end of destruction because of him.

He turned his head.

Wang Wi-ryong was there.

His martial arts were not strong, but Roman Dmitry didn’t care that Wang Wi-ryong was weak. He saw his devotion and accepted him.

“Thank you for your hard work. The Heavenly Demon Cult has been able to continue its lineage because of you,” Roman Dmitry said.

At that moment.

Wang Wi-ryong’s eyes widened.

Facing Roman Dmitry, he knew.

That he was not a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

That someone like him could not dare to mention the Heavenly Demon Cult.

But the fact that Roman Dmitry, even the great Heavenly Demon Baek Jong-hyuk, recognized him made his emotions surge.

He fell to the ground.

He threw himself to the ground, pressing his forehead to the cold stone floor and yelled with all his might.

“Heavenly Demon Reborn, Ten Thousand Demons Submit! Heavenly Demon Reborn, Ten Thousand Demons Submit! The descendant of the Heavenly Demon Cult greets the mighty one!” Wang Wi-ryong shouted it with fervor.

A phrase left in the old history.