Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1191 - Breakthrough
Chapter 1191 – Breakthrough
The Frost Mythical Art was Liu Wuxie’s ultimate trump card. When he hunted the Azure Nether Crocodile in the True Martial Continent, he foresaw that the astral domain would suppress his strength. Only a mythical art, infused with the true power of heaven and earth, could tip the balance in his favor.
Mythical arts differed from dao techniques, for they infused the power of heaven and earth itself. It was no wonder Tie Niu recoiled in fear the moment the Frost Mythical Art appeared.
Countless ice swords locked onto him, their intent absolute. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t escape their pursuit.
Without the Heavenly Dragon Seal’s suppression, Tie Niu could have stood a chance. He could have countered the mythical art or at least preserved his life.
However, as the seal absorbed more dragon aura, its power surged, manifesting laws comparable to the Transcendent Realm.
“Liu Wuxie, I’ll fight you to the death!” Tie Niu roared, swinging his blade in desperation.
“Too slow,” Liu Wuxie sneered.
Though Tie Niu was strong, he had only just stepped into the first level of the Origin Conversion Realm.
The Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie’s hand, his movements blurring in a sequence too fast to follow. Tie Niu had crossed blades with countless experts over decades, but Liu Wuxie’s combat strength surpassed them all.
The Heretic Blade cleaved down. Tie Niu’s right arm spun away, his weapon shattering against the ground with a metallic screech.
At that moment, the Heavenly Dragon Seal drank in torrents of dragon aura and erupted in boundless radiance. Its dragon might surged outward, sweeping across the entire Heavenly Dragon Sect like a tide that shook heaven and earth.
Every disciple dreamed of wielding a dragon clan artifact. Within the sect, those who possessed such treasures were nearly invincible, as the dragon vein beneath nourished their artifacts constantly.
Liu Wuxie hadn’t expected the Heavenly Dragon Seal to stir such commotion or shake the sect to its core. He quickly stored it away, unwilling to draw more attention.
Tie Niu hissed in pain, his combat strength collapsing with the loss of an arm.
“Liu Wuxie, damn you!” he howled.
In the Astral Domain, not even an Origin Conversion cultivator could regenerate a severed limb. In contrast, the weaker True Martial Continent allowed Earth Profound experts to restore their bodies with ease. This was the difference between worlds and their laws.
Ignoring the curses, Liu Wuxie advanced, the Heretic Blade gleaming coldly in his grip.
“Now tell me,” Liu Wuxie asked, his voice reminiscent of ice. “Who sent you?”
Ice from their earlier clash covered the ground. The new disciples, who had fled to a distance, crept closer, their faces pale. Even Transcendent Realm cultivators found the temperature unbearable. What they had witnessed left them shaken.
“How could this be? How could he defeat someone at the Origin Conversion Realm?” Disbelief rippled through the crowd.
Those who gathered around were new disciples, as the older disciples stayed elsewhere. This place was mainly to let the new disciples adapt to the environment and to protect them.
“Liu Wuxie is a monster! His strength already rivals the Origin Conversion Realm!” Eyes widened in awe, though Li Sha’s gaze burned with hatred. He knew it was his loose tongue that had pushed Liu Wuxie into Xu Guang’s schemes.
Tie Niu’s face grew darker as Liu Wuxie questioned him. The aura pressing down on him made his heart race with dread.
“Speak, or lose your other arm. My patience is limited.” Liu Wuxie raised the Heretic Blade again, its tip aimed at Tie Niu’s left arm.
The sect forbade killing disciples, but crippling them was fair game. Outer disciples died every year in training or assassination, and no one noticed their deaths. Only the death of a true disciple carried weight. That was why the Heavenly Dragon Sect replenished its ranks so often.
“I-It’s Deacon Xu!” Tie Niu broke at last. It wasn’t Liu Wuxie’s strength that shattered him, but his dreadful gaze. Staring into those eyes felt like facing an ancient beast. The dread was worse than death itself.
The crowd gathered outside, their faces awestruck by Liu Wuxie’s combat strength, but they didn’t know the horror of looking into his eyes.
“Xu Guang!” Liu Wuxie’s murderous intent erupted.
“C-Can we leave now?” Tie Niu asked, his voice trembling. He wanted nothing more than to escape. Never again did he wish to cross paths with this man.
“Go tell Xu Guang this,” Liu Wuxie said with disdain. “If he dares try again, I’ll come for his head myself.”
To Tie Niu, the words felt like a pardon. He scrambled out of the courtyard, his lackeys trailing in a panic. None looked back, nor did they dare to threaten him.
The courtyard fell silent once more.
Liu Wuxie calmly took out several array flags and planted them around his residence, weaving a barrier that would prevent anyone from entering. Even an Origin Conversion cultivator would struggle to breach it quickly. Outside, the crowd dispersed, already carrying tales of the battle to the rest of the sect.
After he secured everything, Liu Wuxie returned inside without bothering to clean the mess.
“Xu Guang won’t let me go after this humiliation. The only solution is to raise my cultivation quickly,” he muttered. He took out the Great Clarity Divine Pill and the Heart Purification Pill. With these, he had a high chance of breaking through to the ninth level of the Heaven Profound Realm.
Only by stepping into the Transcendent Realm could he establish a proper foothold. At that stage, even Origin Conversion cultivators would no longer pose a threat to him.
He poured out the Heart Purification Pill and swallowed it. A terrifying power exploded within him. Circulating the Desolate Devouring Art, he drew spiritual energy from every direction.
The nearby courtyards erupted in alarm as torrents of energy rushed toward Liu Wuxie’s residence. Disciples could only grit their teeth in frustration, as none of them dared to interrupt. Having witnessed Liu Wuxie’s strength, they knew that challenging him was tantamount to death.
The Desolate Devouring Art refined energy at astonishing speed, evolving to the point it could even draw fragments of spatial law into his body. Above his head, the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron manifested as a vortex, devouring the surrounding energy.
From deep below, the dragon vein surged, pouring streams of dragon aura into him.
His True Dragon Physique strengthened rapidly, doubling in might. His aura climbed steadily. He had lingered at the seventh level of the Heaven Profound Realm for too long, as the lack of resources hindered him.
When the Heart Purification Pill dissolved into his desolate world, it unleashed a torrent of energy. Tens of thousands of astral stones shattered in support, fueling his breakthrough. Winning them from Zhang Cheng and the others had proven invaluable. Had it not been for them, this step would have been far harder.
With a thunderous rumble, Liu Wuxie’s true essence slammed against the barrier to the eighth level of the Heaven Profound Realm. His physique and essence multiplied at breathtaking speed.
The desolate world expanded, and the Ancestral Tree swayed violently. Its roots pierced into the depths of the void, drawing energy to replenish him.
……
On a distant planet, a massive trunk trembled violently, yearning to break free.
“It’s the Ancestral Tree’s summoning! Contact the Saint Lord immediately!” Divinekins stirred in panic. Only the Ancestral Tree’s aura could trigger such a response.
Liu Wuxie frowned. He, too, felt the resonance. If he could absorb it, it would hasten the Ancestral Tree’s growth.
“Could it be… the trunk of the Ancestral Tree?” he wondered.
Legends called it the bane of the divine race; ancient foes hacked it apart so the divinekin could survive. Liu Wuxie had learned this truth from the divine race itself.
However, now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. He had to push his cultivation further. Without hesitation, he took out the Great Clarity Divine Pill, preparing to make a breakthrough in one decisive step.
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In the deacon’s compound, Tie Niu stumbled in with his lackeys while Xu Guang drank tea with several fellow deacons. The new disciples had been generous this year, and tributes filled their pockets daily.
Xu Guang’s smile froze when he saw Tie Niu’s sorry state; he was maimed. A murderous gleam flickered in his pupils.
“How did you end up like this?” Xu Guang demanded, barely suppressing his fury. He had promised Tie Niu a thousand astral stones for a simple task—teach a newcomer a lesson. For Tie Niu, it ought to have been easy, but he ended up getting beaten up like a dog instead.
“Deacon Xu, are you sure that brat is only at the Heaven Profound Realm? Even though we weren’t his match,” Tie Niu said bitterly, humiliation dripping from every word. He had lost the fight—and his arm.
“What?!” Xu Guang shot to his feet. The other deacons stared, equally stunned. They had heard reports about Liu Wuxie, but none imagined he could defeat someone at the Origin Conversion Realm.
“That boy has a dragon clan artifact,” Tie Niu explained. “He used it to suppress me. Without it, he wouldn’t have won so easily.”
In the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the dragon vein amplified the power of dragon clan artifacts.
“Tell me everything from the beginning. Leave nothing out,” Xu Guang growled, his chest burning with fury. For years, he had held absolute authority over the new disciples. Now, someone had challenged that authority in public.
Tie Niu dared not conceal a thing. He recounted everything from the moment they entered Liu Wuxie’s courtyard, including Liu Wuxie’s final words: that if Xu Guang dared try again, Liu Wuxie would personally take his head.
Xu Guang’s murderous intent erupted, rattling the teacups on the table. Tie Niu collapsed under the pressure, trembling violently. Liu Wuxie’s gaze had already shattered his dao heart, sealing his fate—he would never advance again.
