Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

Rabbits were better at climbing up than climbing down mountains. 

That was why a rabbit driver would force the rabbit from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

That way, it was easier to catch the rabbit. 

However, the rabbit drive in Anshun was different from the usual rabbit drive.

The rabbit driver did not start from the top of the mountain, but from the bottom.

And it was not rabbits being chased.

“Shoot the arrows!”

“Roll the rocks! ”

It was people.

Arrows flew over Woon-seong’s cry as someone shouted. A rain of arrows began to fall on Woon-seong.

Seeing it, Woon-seong raised his hand slightly. 

There was a rush of terrifying energy rushing through his fingertips and a flame rose into the air like a vortex. 

Glug-ug-

Tendrils of flame pierces large gaps between the arrows. 

All the arrows caught in the flames disappeared into ashes. Seeing that, someone on the mountain shouted: “Heavenly Demon’s Rising Dragon!”

That was the name of the terrifying technique splitting the arrows, as if trying to tear the sky apart. 

Peng—

Favavavavak-

All the intact arrows scattered in every direction and lodged into the dirt. Not a single one of them was able to hit Woon-seong’s body. 

They were all flung far away from Woon-seong. 

Woon-seong continued to walk up the mountain without giving them any thought. His steps were unstoppable. 

It seemed like he was walking up normally, but it also seemed like no one would be able to stop him. 

“Eek!”

Some of those at the peak shivered, others were terrified. 

“Rock, what happened to the rocks? Throw the rocks!”

A stone was thrown over the cliff. 

A round shadow filled the air, casting a patch of darkness above Woon-seong’s head. He looked up at the boulder covering the sky without stopping. 

Five rocks in total. 

It was like meteors raining down on him and Woon-seong laughed to himself. Did the enemies facing Millenia of Heaven Annihilation feel this way?

Perhaps he would have felt the same. If only Woon-seong didn’t have the power to stop the meteors…

But…

Rawr-!

Woon-seong merely punched upwards. At this moment, a crack began to appear in the closest rock falling down, causing it to shatter. 

Not just one. 

The boulders that were flying down shattered one by one, raining smaller bits of rock. 

Oops.

Bang, bang.

Woon-seong continued to punch the air. Pieces of rock fell all around him. 

They had been boulders the size of a house, so the chunks of rock were the size of a man’s head. 

Boom. Boom.

Chunks of rock fell beside him, burying deep into the ground. 

There may have been some that blocked his way up the mountain, but with a light wave of his hand, the debris was shoved to the side, like they were opening up a path. 

Woon-seong’s speed going up the mountain was still unceasing. 

Not too fast, not too slow.

They were relaxed steps. 

Each step, however, was a horror to the Orthodox warriors on the mountain. 

“Ugh.”

“Well, that’s not a human!”

“The Heavenly Demon. How can he be so strong at that age? It has to be sorcery. It’s some evil demonic art!”

The word ‘sorcery’ made Woon-seong smile coldly. It’s always been like this. 

Those who deviated from the standard path were said to have learned sorcery. Moreover, there was a very thin standard for what was considered orthodox. 

Woon-seong could not help but chuckle. 

“Pour the boiling oil!”

Then the commander’s shout was heard again. 

Glug, glug, glug. 

Boiling oil was poured from a pot. Like lava, it flowed down the mountain and swept towards Woon-seong. 

Seeing it, Woon-seong’s eyebrows twitched. “Oil.”

If it was around fire, oil would burn very easily. With so much oil around him, no matter how careful Woon-seong was, he would easily be trapped in his own fire. 

This is a trick designed to seal the Divine Flame.

The enemies had used their heads, in their own way. Hyuk Woon-seong laughed again. 

At the same time, he took a step towards the boiling oil. 

Jubbuck-

The oil flowed under his feet.

He took another step.

Jubbuck-

There was about a hand’s breadth of distance between Woon-seong and the oil. 

Jerbuck- Jerbuck-

With each step he took, the distance between the oil and his feet increased. 

The people watching were almost mesmerized. 

The world before Woon-seong’s eyes grew wider. 

As his visibility increased, so did his physical body. 

The gazes of those looking at him slowly went from looking down to craning up. 

How could that be?

How could someone at the top of a mountain look up at the person at the bottom of a mountain?

Could the natural order of the world be reversed like this?

No, what was more surprising was…

“Huh, it’s empty air!”

It was a question of how a person could stand in midair. 

Woon-seong stood in the air and looked down at the top of the mountain. 

At this time, his eyes met with the commander of the factions at the top. 

The commander felt like he was looking into the eyes of a ferocious beast, one with eyes dipped in gold. 

Suddenly, there was fog everywhere. 

Gray fog. 

It was Intimidation Qi. 

Woon-seong covered the entire mountain peak with Intimidation Qi. 

As a result of his increase in strength, the Intimidation Qi spread out in all directions. 

The man who had met Woon-seong’s eyes trembled as if he had epilepsy. He then muttered, “Yes, we’re giving up this peak. If we don’t, we’re all dead!”

Seeing that, the Woon-seong quietly muttered, “Rabbits don’t even know they’re being hunted. Not until the moment you catch them.”

…

A rabbit drive led by Woon-seong was taking place across various peaks of Anshun. 

“Hahaha, this is more like it… Run faster!”

It was Wind Demon Fist King Koo Jong-byuk, fists shaking with excitement. 

In one breath, his fist had struck more than ten times. A massive vortex of wind was scratching through the ground.

Kwaarnee-

There was a terrifying rumble as it sounded like the mountain was about to collapse. 

Warriors shouted in fear. 

“Stay back, don’t face them!”

“He’s a monster! ”

“Demonic Master!”

There were cries from all over the place. 

Koo Jong-byuk approached them one step closer. The warriors stepped back by exactly one foot. 

Koo Jong-byuk took another step forward. 

The orthodox soldiers took another step back. 

Between Koo Jong-byuk and them was exactly 200 feet. 

It was a distance where Koo Jong-byuk’s attacks could not reach. None of the Orthodox soldiers had the courage to step into the attack zone. 

It was because everyone knew what would happen if they did. It was not just one or two curious people who had been ripped apart by winds in that realm. 

Through the evidence of a dozen corpses around Koo Jong-byuk still pooling blood, they knew. 

Jubbuck-

Koo Jong-byuk stepped again. 

“Huh?”

As Koo Jong-byuk approached, the soldiers retreated in unison. One of the slow-reacting soldiers was left by himself. 

He turned in surprise and tried to move!

Kwa-rung –

Koo Jong-byuk was faster. The soldier’s head burst like a watermelon. 

After crushing one, Koo Jong-byuk took another step and the soldiers took another step back. 

Looking at them, Koo Jong-byuk showed his white teeth and said, “I have a question…”

“……?”

“Is there anywhere else for you to run?”

At his words, the soldier turned around in unison. Where they stood was a cliff at the top of the mountain. 

Behind them, the only option was down. 

It was a thoroughly planned rabbit drive.

…

Someone once said that the technique of the Brain of the Heavenly Demon was the line between life and death. 

Death depended on black and white characters written in block style script, or cursive like the handle of the Big Dipper dipped in blood. 

But these were all outside assessments: 

“They’re all wrong.”

Sang Gwan-chuk chuckled and shook his head, wielding his brush. The reason he should be feared was not because of his intelligence or the pens themselves. 

It was the mysterious techniques he could use with one pen. 

That was why people should truly be afraid of Sang Gwan-chuk. 

The martial arts of the Brain of the Heavenly Demon was much like the techniques of the Ancient Era. 

No, to be precise, there were parts of it that were completely unintelligible to current people, just like the martial arts of those days. 

If Chun A-young, captain of the White Ape Unit, combined martial arts and sorcery to cross over the wall, the sorcery of the Senior Strategist was one with his martial arts from the beginning. 

Unlike Chun A-young, whose boundaries were strictly divided, Sang Gwan-chuk’s were innate and fluid. 

As if to prove this, he wielded his pen through the air. 

At this time, an inferno unfolded around the Strategist. 

Blood seemed to fill the empty air, flowing and turning into an image of a raging field. 

Two large devils (yaoguai) with large swords appeared in the image.

Devils made of blood. 

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The devils swung their blood-stained swords and ran wild. 

That was only the start. 

Asuras also rained from the sky, following the devils. 

Not only asuras. 

All kinds of monsters from the legends began to appear. 

Sang Gwan-chuk had drawn an image of hell with blood. 

‘Blood Demon Hell Drawing’. 

That was the name of the technique that broke the boundary between sorcery and martial arts. 

Sang Gwan-chuk became a one-man army as he released dozens of creatures into the world through the image. 

The monsters rampaged. 

They charged at the Orthodox faction. 

Yaoguai who did not live chained to the earth dove through the air with their jaws open. Their teeth glistened with blood, yet to dry. 

Huge snakes slithered across the earth, tongues flicking. Some of them wielded their tails like sickles. 

There was a monster like a porcupine, rolling into a ball and slicing its enemies into ribbons with the spikes all over its body. 

There was another monster, a giant who would grab its enemies and squeeze them until they exploded. 

They were all terrible monsters. 

Some of them had been conjured up by Sang Gwan-chuk through human imagination and brainpower, others mythical creatures. 

All kinds of monsters imagened and drawn by the Strategist entered the world through the Blood Demon Hell Drawing. 

The fires of Hell unfolded. 

“Aah!”

“Monster!”

“Run!”

Screams erupted from everywhere. 

One of these screams was clearly carried into Sang Gwan-chuk’s ears: “Ahh, it’s sorcery!”

Sang Gwan-chuk laughed and nodded at the man. “Yes. My martial art is sorcery.”