Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1120 - Heading to the Altar
Chapter 1120 – Heading to the Altar
“It’s over now,” Liu Wuxie said, casting a reassuring glance at Chen Ruoyan. With him here, no one would be allowed to harm those beside him.
“Liu Wuxie, you walked to your death!” one of the elders shouted. Even though Liu Wuxie’s punch knocked them flying, they blamed their misfortune on being caught off guard instead of admitting fault.
Liu Wuxie had appeared among them without warning and struck before they could react.
Shi Yuan’s face twisted in rage. Of all the elders, he wanted Liu Wuxie dead the most. He was the one who proposed the plan to kill Liu Wuxie, and he had even secured the pavilion master’s approval.
“Spirit Jade Pavilion… fine,” Liu Wuxie said coldly, his eyes turning icy. “I didn’t come looking for trouble, but you came to me. In that case, there’s no longer any need for the Spirit Jade Pavilion to exist.”
He summoned the Heretic Blade to his hand, ready for blood.
“Who gave you the nerve to spout such arrogance?” the hooked-nose elder snapped, slamming his cane to the ground. The impact shattered the nearby stones and sent a shockwave hurtling toward Liu Wuxie.
“This blade alone is enough,” Liu Wuxie replied, stepping forward without hesitation. He didn’t waste another word. With a flicker of movement, he charged at the four elders.
“Attack together!” the hooked-nose elder barked. The four quickly fell into a coordinated formation.
None of them was weak; none of their cultivation was lower than the pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm.
Chen Ruoyan’s expression tensed with worry. She knew firsthand how powerful those four were. She saw them combine forces to kill a cultivator at the Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm not too long ago.
“You can all die now!” Liu Wuxie roared.
The Heretic Blade released a radiant outburst of blade light, engulfing a thousand-meter radius in suffocating blade aura.
“T-that is the aura of a heaven-spirit artifact!” Shi Yuan gasped in horror. His expression twisted as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn’t believe that Liu Wuxie possessed such a weapon.
The other three elders also lost their composure. Their attacks slowed noticeably.
Shi Yuan’s face turned ashen under the oppressive might of the blade.
Just months ago, Liu Wuxie had been at the early stages of the Spirit Profound Realm, but now, he stood at the third level of the Earth Profound Realm. His rise was simply unfathomable.
“Good. At least you understand what you’re facing,” Liu Wuxie sneered.
The Heretic Blade wasn’t a heaven-spirit artifact, but its aura came dangerously close to it. Its sudden transformation released sweeping arcs of blade rays across the sky.
Liu Wuxie targeted Shi Yuan first. After all, Shi Yuan personally orchestrated the attacks on the Heavenly Dao Society.
“Liu Wuxie, please, don’t kill me!” Shi Yuan shrieked, panic overtaking him. Fear froze him, and the will to run had long vanished from his limbs.
The remaining three elders looked grim. Shi Yuan’s begging unsettled them deeply. The other three felt the same fear clawing at their chests, but pride sealed their lips.
“Die!” Liu Wuxie roared. A powerful blade aura tore forth from the Heretic Blade and ripped Shi Yuan apart.
The blast tore his body apart, reducing him to mere blood and dust.
Chen Ruoyan turned away, unwilling to witness the gore.
Just yesterday, she had crossed paths with Shi Yuan’s group on her way to the altar. They had captured her, and she escaped only because of Liu Wuxie’s timely arrival.
Liu Wuxie didn’t pause. He continued performing the Origin Blade, locking onto the remaining three elders. However, the blade technique alone wouldn’t be enough. These seasoned men likely carried life-saving trump cards.
“Liu Wuxie, I’ll fight you to the death!” one elder roared and pulled out a strange talisman.
“A profound talisman?” Liu Wuxie muttered, narrowing his eyes with growing caution.
It wasn’t surprising. The Spirit Jade Pavilion was powerful enough to possess such items.
If he triggered it, the explosion could consume thousands of miles around him. Not only would Liu Wuxie be caught in the blast, but Chen Ruoyan would likely perish as well. He wouldn’t allow that to happen.
“You think a profound talisman is enough to face me? You’ve underestimated me,” Liu Wuxie said coldly.
He activated Ghost Eye before the talisman could be triggered.
“Soul Capture!” Liu Wuxie commanded, his voice echoing with spiritual force. The space around them collapsed as Liu Wuxie’s gaze locked onto the elder holding the talisman.
The man’s vision blurred. His divine sense spiraled into chaos, and he lost control of his mind.
Liu Wuxie seized the moment, shouting, “Frost Dao Art!”
A surge of frost energy enveloped the elder, freezing him in place and preventing him from activating the talisman.
A Soul Spear tore through his primordial spirit like lightning before he could recover. Liu Wuxie used Soul Capture to consume his soul and feed his soul sea.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
The elder collapsed before the other two could even blink.
Had Liu Wuxie been a Heaven Profound Realm expert, the display of power just now wouldn’t have shocked them. However, he was still an Earth Profound Realm expert.
Liu Wuxie caught the profound talisman—a rare and valuable treasure. Though he could craft such talismans himself, the resources required were astronomical. Even the Heavenly Dao Society only sold spiritual talismans, which were barely below the level of a profound talisman.
“Run!” the hooked-nose elder shouted, turning to flee. A talisman appeared in his hand and released a dazzling radiance that enveloped both him as well as the remaining elder.
The talisman distorted the space around them, warping them out of sight.
“So it’s a Teleportation Talisman,” Liu Wuxie sneered.
In the True Martial Continent, a Teleportation Talisman could teleport someone across ten thousand miles, making it the ultimate escape tool. But here, in the heavenly coffin’s internal space, things were different.
Liu Wuxie knew this place inside and out.
He activated Ghost Eye again. His vision shifted, and he spotted them immediately.
They hadn’t gone far. The talisman teleported them only a few hundred meters away.
The heavenly coffin’s warped spatial laws had crippled the talisman’s strength.
Liu Wuxie vanished in an instant using a strange footwork technique to reappear a hundred meters away.
“Did we get away?” the younger elder asked, his voice filled with unease.
“The teleportation array can’t move us far in here—maybe a few hundred meters at most,” the hooked-nose elder replied grimly. He understood that the talisman hadn’t truly saved them. It had only pulled them out of immediate danger. “We have to move quickly before he finds us.”
“Did either of you get my permission to leave?” Liu Wuxie’s voice echoed coldly as he appeared before them.
The two elders froze, staring at him as if they had seen a ghost. They couldn’t understand how he tracked them or appeared from thin air. They had no idea that Ghost Eye had rendered their tricks completely useless.
“Liu Wuxie, must you take it this far?!” the hooked-nose elder shouted. His voice no longer held the calm it once did. He knew that no one below the Heaven Profound Realm could match Liu Wuxie.
What he didn’t realize was that even a cultivator at the first level of the Heaven Profound Realm could probably no longer contest Liu Wuxie.
“Would you prefer the dignity of ending yourselves,” Liu Wuxie asked coldly, “or shall I do it for you?”
His tone held no emotion, only finality. Kidnapping Chen Ruoyan had sealed their fate.
“Liu Wuxie, don’t push us! If we self-destruct, we can still seriously injure you. Let us go, and we’ll have the pavilion master lift the kill order on you,” the younger elder pleaded, his voice trembling.
“Too late,” Liu Wuxie said with icy calm, stepping forward. The Heretic Blade in his hand gleamed like a reaper’s scythe, ready to fall.
“Then we’ll fight him to the death!” the hooked-nose elder growled. He lunged toward Liu Wuxie alongside the other elder, determined to take him down with them.
Liu Wuxie snorted. The space around them began to solidify. Their movements slowed as if they were wading through syrup-thick air. They took a few steps, but their bodies and faces froze mid-motion.
Through the Spatial Dao Art, Liu Wuxie had sealed space itself.
“Die,” Liu Wuxie said flatly. With a flick of his finger, the compressed space ruptured their bodies piece by piece, turning them into blood and flesh.
The silence was complete, and there wasn’t even a whisper of killing intent. Liu Wuxie had slaughtered two Quasi-Heaven Profound Realm experts with ease, without the faintest trace of killing intent.
Anyone who witnessed the scene would likely collapse in terror.
After dealing with the two, Liu Wuxie returned to Chen Ruoyan. Color had returned to her face.
“Big Brother Liu! Where were you? I’ve been searching for you everywhere!” Chen Ruoyan cried. She ran into his arms, pounding his chest with both fists.
“It’s all my fault. I should’ve found you sooner,” Liu Wuxie said gently. He wiped away her tears and held her close to calm her.
The fear that Chen Ruoyan had been suppressing for days finally burst free. After enduring constant danger, she finally let everything out.
“Big Brother Liu, did you find Big Sister Xue’er and the others?” she asked, wiping her tears away as she looked around.
Liu Wuxie’s heart tightened at her words. He still hadn’t found the other three. If people like the Spirit Jade Pavilion had captured them, they would probably use their lives to threaten him.
“Not yet,” Liu Wuxie said quietly, guilt flickering in his voice.
“I believe the three big sisters are safe. Let’s go find them!” Chen Ruoyan said, gripping his arm firmly.
Liu Wuxie nodded and took off with Chen Ruoyan and Hei Kui, heading toward the altar. He believed that if the others had heard about the altar, they would have gone there, too.
And even if they weren’t nearby, someone among the cultivators would know something.
The further they traveled, the more cultivators they passed.
“That’s the fifth battle we’ve passed,” Chen Ruoyan said, her voice trembling. They encountered several brutal fights along the way. Her face paled at the sight of the carnage.
Some battles involved hundreds of cultivators, but Liu Wuxie ignored them all and pressed on.
“Strange,” Liu Wuxie muttered. “Where did the Golden Cauldron Pavilion go?”
He hadn’t seen a single member of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion on the way, and he found it odd.
