Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1109 - Third-Grade Spiritual Pill
Chapter 1109 – Third-Grade Spiritual Pill
Liu Wuxie broke through to the pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm, and his body transformed dramatically.
His true essence grew severalfold in purity as he refined it to an astonishing degree. The Buddhist runes circulated through his body, tempering his physique with every cycle, creating an even more remarkable sight. Each pass through made him emanate a golden light, reinforcing his body with divine brilliance.
With a wave of his hand, the surrounding laws shuddered and collapsed.
“My resonance with the laws of this world has deepened,” Liu Wuxie muttered, both surprised and pleased. His dao techniques would now grow vastly more powerful in this realm.
Across the heavenly coffin, beams of crimson and gold burst from countless locations as hidden treasures awakened. The disturbance drew in experts from all directions, each chasing the surge of power.
Far in the distance, a thick bank of clouds churned violently and crashed down from the heavens.
“A lightning tribulation? Did someone ascend to the Heaven Profound Realm?” Liu Wuxie murmured.
Even the internal world of the heavenly coffin couldn’t suppress the might of a tribulation. Whoever had triggered it had to have unearthed a rare treasure powerful enough to propel them beyond the peak of the Earth Profound Realm.
Without hesitation, Liu Wuxie vanished into the deeper regions of the internal world.
His true goal was the altar, an ancient nexus of faith energy. It was far more valuable than spiritual fruits or external treasures. Cultivators could buy those with spirit stones, but no one could buy or replace faith energy; it was priceless.
The natives had been worshipping that altar for countless years, and if he were to seize it, Liu Wuxie was certain that he would be able to further his cultivation once more.
Now that he was attuned to this internal world, Liu Wuxie activated Ghost Eye. The scenery around him shifted at once, and he froze, stunned. Then, he whispered, “This world… It’s built entirely from spiritual runes.”
With Ghost Eye, he no longer saw the world as others did. Spiritual runes pervaded the landscape, forming the very structure of space itself.
He had long suspected the heavenly coffin to be a powerful artifact, and he had just confirmed it.
“Hahaha!” Liu Wuxie burst out into a peal of wild laughter, and his shoulders trembled with exhilaration. If anyone else were here, they’d think that he went mad.
“This is heaven’s blessing! If I decipher these runes, I’ll be able to map this world completely and uncover every hidden treasure.”
Just then, he stopped laughing, and his expression turned serious.
As a grandmaster blacksmith, Liu Wuxie had forged many immortal artifacts. He could analyze this internal world without difficulty. Every artifact relied on the same foundation—spiritual arrays and runes.
He had built the internal space within his Heretic Blade the same way, though it was barely a square meter in size. If he unraveled the arrangement here, he could predict the terrain’s changes and locate the altar.
Having reached the ninth level of the Spirit Profound Realm and having devoured a vast number of laws, Liu Wuxie was deeply integrated with this internal world.
Other cultivators would eventually realize the same once their cultivation had advanced far enough. He unfolded the Heavenly Dao Book and began recording the surrounding spiritual runes for analysis.
As time passed, the world around him dissolved. Mountains and rivers faded away, replaced by a barren, gray wasteland.
This was the actual appearance of the heavenly coffin. Everything else—the landscapes, the rivers, the forests—was merely illusions formed from condensed laws.
Liu Wuxie finally understood why the natives had remained unchanged for so long. This world held no real laws, no passage of time, no evolving ecosystem. They were trapped like livestock, endlessly producing faith energy for the altar.
The deeper Liu Wuxie studied the world, the more serious his expression became. Although he understood how the coffin functioned, its structure was far more complex than he had anticipated.
Worst of all, he still hadn’t found an exit. Even with countless treasures in hand, if he couldn’t escape, he would end up dying here, trapped in a prison of eternal stillness.
“There’s no point worrying about that now. I need to find the altar first,” Liu Wuxie muttered, setting his concerns aside. He had to grow stronger before anything else.
After a full day of analysis and calculation, a blueprint finally emerged before his eyes.
The internal space stretched vast enough to contain a city, but he could see only a few thousand meters ahead—beyond that, a dense, hazy fog swallowed everything.
Just then, something caught his eye.
“What’s that?” he asked aloud, narrowing his gaze.
Hovering in midair, just beyond the veil, was a golden object radiating with brilliance. Activating Ghost Eye, he zoomed in. The moment his gaze locked onto it, he exclaimed, “A third-grade spiritual pill!”
A pill of that level corresponded with the Heaven Profound Realm.
In the True Martial Continent, second-grade spiritual pills were the highest typically seen on the market. First-grade pills were common, while third-grade ones were nearly mythical.
There were no longer any mountains or rivers here. There was nothing but an endless gray void. The scenery had changed completely.
Liu Wuxie turned into a streak of light and shot toward the third-grade spiritual pill. If he could secure it, it would become a powerful aid in making a breakthrough into the Earth Profound Realm.
He retracted the Ghost Eye, restoring the illusory world to normal. He knew the pill’s location, and it was about a day’s journey from where he stood.
“I hope no one else saw that third-grade spiritual pill,” he muttered, and without another word, he launched himself forward.
Passing through cliffs and narrow ravines, Liu Wuxie steadily closed the distance to the third-grade spiritual pill. Along the way, he senses several powerful auras approaching from different directions.
Activating the Divine Dragon Phantom, Liu Wuxie surged forward at full speed, determined to reach the pill before anyone else. If he could decipher the heavenly coffin’s internal structure, surely others could do so as well.
Up ahead, a brilliant golden light engulfed half the valley.
“No wonder so many experts are converging here,” Liu Wuxie muttered as he landed atop a mountain peak and took in the scene.
The third-grade spiritual pill radiated such intense spirituality that cultivators could feel it from thousands of miles away.
Refining a pill of that level was difficult even for a Heaven Profound expert, and gathering the ingredients alone was a monumental feat.
In the Central Plains, assembling the ingredients for a third-grade pill was nearly impossible.
Dozens of Earth Profound Realm experts had already gathered in the valley, with seven or eight having reached the pinnacle of the realm. Among them were a few Quasi-Heaven Profound cultivators.
With so many heavyweights present, the competition would be brutal.
Liu Wuxie didn’t rush in. Instead, he activated Ghost Eye.
The illusion dissolved, and the vast mountain valley vanished, replaced by a hidden structure resembling a house. The third-grade spiritual pill was floating inside, emanating a bright glow.
The surrounding cultivators stood still; their faint, shadowy figures reduced to projections of reality. This was the actual internal structure of the coffin.
Dozens of shadowy figures filled the area. They were cultivators who had gathered to fight for the third-grade spiritual pill.
When Liu Wuxie deactivated Ghost Eye, the valley returned to its normal state.
“This third-grade spiritual pill belongs to me! Who dares fight me for it?!” a cultivator at the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm shouted, stepping forward and releasing a powerful surge of laws.
If he could obtain the pill, he could probably make a breakthrough into the Heaven Profound Realm.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Since when did that pill belong to you?” sneered another Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm cultivator.
“Chen Shan, you dare challenge me?” the first man, Liu Dongqing, growled as he turned to face his rival, eyes cold and unblinking.
“You’ll have to go through us if you want to monopolize it,” Chen Shan shot back without flinching.
The ordinary Earth Profound Realm cultivators stood no chance and didn’t dare approach. They weren’t even qualified to get close.
“Then let’s settle this with strength,” another Quasi-Heaven Profound expert declared. With a flash, he bolted toward the pill at terrifying speed.
There was no time for words. Everyone present knew that strength alone would decide who claimed the treasure.
“You’re courting death!” roared Chen Shan and Liu Dongqing in unison, unleashing their full power as they lunged after the pill.
The three Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm cultivators clashed; their battle threw the entire valley into chaos.
Sensing the conflict, the spiritual pill drifted away, trying to avoid the destructive auras around it.
Seizing the chance, several peak Earth Profound Realm cultivators tried to advance.
“Get lost!” Chen Shan roared, sweeping them away with a single blow.
Though all three were technically still in the Earth Profound Realm, they had touched upon heaven and earth, elevating their strength far above the norm.
Meanwhile, Liu Wuxie remained motionless. He activated Ghost Eye again, revealing the house once more.
Inside, the three experts battled furiously, but the third-grade spiritual pill had never left the structure. None of them had any idea about the actual space they were in, as none of them possessed Ghost Eye, after all.
“Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, prepare to retrieve it.”
Seizing the pill from three Quasi-Heaven Profound cultivators was nearly impossible by conventional means. Liu Wuxie’s only chance was to use the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.
At his command, the cauldron stirred. A vortex opened in the air like a black hole, halting the fight.
Before the three could react, the black hole devoured the pill and disappeared into Liu Wuxie.
“It’s him!” someone shouted, pointing at Liu Wuxie just as the vortex disappeared.
“You dare steal my pill?! You’re courting death!” Chen Shan roared, his fury erupting. That pill was his only hope of reaching the Heaven Profound Realm.
The moment the pill entered him, Liu Wuxie vanished. He reactivated Ghost Eye and slipped into the house’s actual space as the illusion faded away.
Its creator had divided the heavenly coffin’s internal world into thousands of compartments—houses, caves, and hidden zones.
Chen Shan’s palm strike locked onto Liu Wuxie’s aura. The two were only meters apart.
Just as the attack was about to connect, space twisted violently, and Liu Wuxie vanished into thin air, leaving everyone stunned.
“Where did he go?” they muttered, scanning the area.
One moment he was standing there, the next he had vanished into thin air.
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