Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1105 - Origin Force
Chapter 1105 – Origin Force
Only those with the headmaster’s permission could enter the forbidden ground.
It was a place filled with both danger and unimaginable opportunity. In tens of thousands of years, no one dared to step inside. Rare spiritual fruits dotted the terrain, and countless powerful, profound beasts roamed the land.
Qiao Bian entered that treacherous place and survived, barely clinging to life after brushing past death.
“Great!” he said with a wide grin as they parted after their brief embrace.
He had been waiting for the chance to share a proper drink with Liu Wuxie.
Just then, someone’s sharp gaze locked onto Liu Wuxie, making his skin crawl. It felt like countless blades sliced into his skin.
Following the direction of the gaze, Liu Wuxie saw a white-robed youth standing proudly in midair. His eyes radiated overwhelming aggression, and his aura already pressed against the threshold of the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm.
Judging from his appearance, he couldn’t be more than four or five years older than Liu Wuxie.
Reaching that realm at his age was monstrous, an achievement that eclipsed countless predecessors.
However, Liu Wuxie had no memory of ever meeting this white-robed man, let alone crossing him.
So, where was this hostility coming from?
“His name is Ji Yuzhen,” Qiao Bian explained, having recognized him instantly. “A legacy disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy. Before I met you, I thought he was the chosen one.”
Qiao Bian’s voice held a trace of fear, rare for someone like him.
“A legacy disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy?” Liu Wuxie echoed, visibly surprised.
The academy was vast, but it had fewer than fifty legacy disciples at any given time. Each one was undeniably a peerless genius. Despite that, Liu Wuxie had never heard of Ji Yuzhen before.
“He started cultivating at three,” Qiao Bian continued, awe in his voice. “Reached the Nascent Transformation Realm at five, the Spirit Profound Realm at ten, the Earth Profound Realm at twenty-five, and now he’s brushing up against the Heaven Profound Realm.”
Even Liu Wuxie was shocked upon hearing that. He possessed unmatched talent, but there were still areas where he fell short, compared to Ji Yuzhen’s terrifying pace.
“What terrifying talent,” Liu Wuxie murmured, but the question still lingered—why was Ji Yuzhen so hostile toward him?
“He’s ranked first among the academy’s legacy disciples,” Qiao Bian added. “Most believe he’ll inherit the grandmaster’s position. But you’ve never even heard of him?”
Qiao Bian eyed him curiously, doubting whether Liu Wuxie was truly from the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy.
Liu Wuxie had spent most of his time outside on missions or in training. His return to the academy was brief, so he wasn’t familiar with the internal politics or top disciples.
He hadn’t even met many of the upper echelons.
As for Ji Yuzhen, he joined fifteen years ago, but he rarely appeared in public. He once shook the entire True Martial Continent, but that was over a decade ago.
Back then, he probably outshone even Liu Wuxie.
“But I don’t think I’ve ever provoked him,” Liu Wuxie muttered, rubbing his nose.
Even brief eye contact sparked invisible friction, and it was like the laws around clashed in midair.
“You might not know him,” Qiao Bian said, “but I’m sure you know his father.”
They sat down again while the others continued exploring the triangular gate atop the coffin.
“Who?” Liu Wuxie asked.
“The Profound Cloud Sect’s sect master,” Qiao Bian replied with a meaningful smile.
Everything clicked into place in an instant.
Everyone in the Central Plains was aware of Liu Wuxie’s long-standing feud with the three clans, the Scarlet Dragon Cult, and the Profound Cloud Sect.
“I see,” Liu Wuxie muttered.
Ji Yuzhen’s cold stare was finally explained.
During the commerce fair, Liu Wuxie had humiliated the Profound Cloud Sect in public.
Later, when the three clans launched an assault on the Heavenly Dao Society, the Profound Cloud Sect sent several Earth Profound elders to assist, but Liu Wuxie slew them all.
“No need to provoke him for now,” Qiao Bian advised. “He might not be the chosen one, but he carries a terrifying secret.”
Qiao Bian hesitated for a moment before adding, “They say seven-colored auspicious clouds descended at his birth and drifted into his room. Some even say that he’s the reincarnation of an immortal.”
Qiao Bian feared that Liu Wuxie would act impulsively.
While Liu Wuxie was capable of killing peak Earth Profound experts, Ji Yuzhen was no ordinary cultivator.
Even Heaven Profound experts could probably not defeat him.
“The reincarnation of an immortal? That’s interesting…” Liu Wuxie muttered as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.
He was the reincarnation of an immortal, and everything he had achieved so far was thanks to that previous life.
If Ji Yuzhen were also an immortal’s reincarnation, it would explain his terrifying cultivation speed.
Many immortals, upon facing death, would preserve a wisp of their primordial spirit and flee the Celestial Realm to begin anew.
It wasn’t impossible that Ji Yuzhen had come from such a background.
Still, since Liu Wuxie hadn’t provoked him, Ji Yuzhen would probably not come looking for trouble. However, his gaze just now definitely contained unmistakable contempt.
Liu Wuxie wasn’t particularly bothered, but if Ji Yuzhen made a move against him, he would respond in kind. Even among immortals, there were ranks—Heavenly Immortals were the lowest and as common as grass in the Celestial Realm.
Only Immortal Kings commanded real power, and Immortal Emperors existed only in legends.
A full day later, a disturbance erupted atop the heavenly coffin.
The massive structure trembled.
Within the depths of Eternal Spirit Mountain stood a strange, solitary palace.
If it belonged to a sect, more buildings would stand around it. If it belonged to a clan, more people would live nearby. However, there was only one structure, and hanging at its entrance were three golden characters that said, “Golden Cauldron Pavilion.”
Inside the main hall, a muscular man stepped forward and reported to the black-robed figure seated at the far end.
“Milord, the heavenly coffin is about to open.”
The black-robed figure turned. Her face was strikingly breathtaking, cold, and seductive.
“Are all our people in position?” she asked.
“Yes,” the man replied. “We’re only waiting for your command.”
He stepped back and stood silently to the side, awaiting orders.
“Well done. If everything goes smoothly, you will be well rewarded,” the black-robed figure said, waving her hand in dismissal.
“Thank you, milord,” the muscular man replied with visible joy, bowing respectfully before turning and leaving the palace.
As his footsteps faded, silence settled over the grand hall.
The black-robed figure stood alone, her expression unreadable in the dim light.
“I’ve waited ten long years,” she murmured. “No one can take the Origin Emperor’s inheritance from me.”
She removed her outer robe, revealing a form-fitting crimson dress that accentuated her figure, the fiery color a stark contrast to her earlier solemnity.
Without another word, she turned and headed in the direction of the heavenly coffin.
At the same time, chaos stirred above the coffin. Thousands of cultivators surrounded the ancient structure, and they all stared at the triangular gate at its center with bated breath.
“It’s cracking!” someone at the front cried out as a fine line split across the gate’s surface.
The True Martial Continent’s collapse stirred countless buried treasures into emergence. The heavenly coffin was one of them.
Liu Wuxie and his companions rose, eyes fixed on the gate as they sensed the energy shift.
Two hours later, the triangular gate slowly split in three directions, revealing the passage within as strange, glowing rays burst forth from within.
“What is this…?” someone muttered in confusion.
As the rays streamed outward, a powerful surge of energy exploded from the gate, pervading the heavens and the earth.
“What terrifying energy! Wait—my cultivation!” a voice shouted in shock and excitement.
Cultivators standing closest to the gate trembled, and their figures emanated a faint glow.
Several Earth Profound experts cried out in joy, realizing that their cultivation had surged. Some even reached the peak of their realm at once.
“Origin laws…” Liu Wuxie murmured to himself, secretly summoning the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron to absorb the leaking energy.
Cultivators valued origin laws deeply, as they could strengthen both the soul sea and the body. Origin force shattered the limits of the human form, enhancing every part of a cultivator’s being.
All around him, breakthroughs echoed like falling rain.
Xu Lingxue and the other women reached the pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm. Even Ruan Ying and the assassins advanced rapidly, bathing in the divine light pouring from the coffin.
However, none managed to take the final step. Breaking into the Heaven Profound Realm required more than raw energy; it demanded comprehension of the world’s laws, something no amount of raw power could substitute.
In just fifteen minutes, dozens of cultivators broke through to the pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm. Quasi-Heaven Profound experts stood just one step away, and many seemed likely to cross that line in the coming days.
“What a terrifying heavenly coffin,” Qiao Bian whispered, eyes wide. “Even a slight leak of its power helped so many people advance.”
Though he hadn’t advanced, his aura had clearly strengthened.
“That’s origin force,” Liu Wuxie said calmly.
No natural origin force existed in the True Martial Continent. That was why so many cultivators absorbed it without ever understanding what they were taking in.
“What’s that?” someone nearby asked, clearly hearing Liu Wuxie’s words for the first time.
“Many energies exist in the world—origin force is just one,” Liu Wuxie replied. “You’ll understand more in time.”
He didn’t elaborate. His understanding of the origin force was still shallow.
Much like world power, origin force and creation force were rare and precious.
Even more mysterious energies existed—primal chaos force and primordial force. These energies were so ancient and powerful that they defied comprehension. The rays of energy lasted for fifteen minutes before slowly fading away.
When the glow faded away, the triangular gate appeared, wide enough for three people to enter side by side.
“What a terrifying heavenly coffin. It’s bottomless…” someone muttered as they peered into the darkness below.
The rays had vanished, but faint trails of lingering origin force allowed them to glimpse at the vast void inside.
“No more waiting!” someone shouted. “If just the leaking energy helped us improve, imagine what’s deep inside. There must be a deity buried in there!”
Unable to resist, he rushed through the triangular gate.
One by one, others followed him.
Cultivators surged forward in waves, pouring into the depths of the heavenly coffin without hesitation.
“Brother Liu, what’s your plan?” Qiao Bian asked, turning to Liu Wuxie. He wanted to know whether Liu Wuxie would venture inside and seek the deity’s corpse for himself.
