Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1227 - Sixth-Level Transcendent Realm
Chapter 1227 – Sixth-Level Transcendent Realm
Liu Wuxie stood at the critical juncture of his breakthrough, isolating himself completely from the outside world. The Dragon Expanse Mountain Range brimmed with danger, and having chosen the Death Gate, he had no choice but to give his all to advance his cultivation.
He circulated the Desolate Devouring Art, drawing torrents of wood-attribute energy that surged into his body, and the Ancestral Tree instantly absorbed the influx. True essence condensed into a mighty river and rammed fiercely against the gateway to the sixth-level Transcendent Realm.
With a thunderous crack, the gateway shattered. Boundless Transcendent Realm laws poured into his desolate world like a flood.
“Quick, look at the spiritual energy around us!” someone exclaimed in shock. They couldn’t see Liu Wuxie within the ancient tree, but they could see the phenomenon. Spiritual energy within dozens of kilometers rushed toward the tree in a tidal wave.
Far away, one of the rogue cultivators who had been hunting Liu Wuxie raised his head, his eyes narrowing with disbelief.
“Someone is attempting a breakthrough here?” he muttered. Even the breakthrough of a high-level Origin Conversion Realm expert would not create such momentum. This was something else entirely—as if some force devoured heaven and earth. He followed the direction of the torrent but found the coverage so vast that it concealed the exact location.
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Like a whale gulping down the sea, the ancient tree drank in spiritual energy without pause. A bizarre sight unfolded as its branches stretched and thickened at a visible rate, expanding as if spring itself nourished them.
This tree had lived for tens of thousands of years and had already developed a faint spirituality. Now, under this baptism, it was on the verge of evolving into a true tree spirit.
In this world, everything possessed the spark of spirituality—beasts, stones, and even trees. This ancient giant was no exception.
Liu Wuxie, however, remained unaware of what was happening outside. A sudden surge of wood-attribute energy poured into his body, startling him.
“This tree… It’s feeding me its energy?” he whispered in disbelief. It seemed that the ancient tree had recognized the Ancestral Tree within him and awakened its spiritual nature.
The influx of energy not only accelerated the tree’s growth, swelling it by nearly one-third in size, but also drove its roots deeper, drawing spiritual energy and dragon aura from the earth.
Sensing the Ancestral Tree’s presence, the ancient giant channeled wood-attribute energy into Liu Wuxie, nourishing both him and the Ancestral Tree within his desolate world.
A symbiotic cycle formed: Liu Wuxie’s breakthrough attracted vast spiritual energy that nourished the ancient tree, and in return, the tree fed him even greater power.
The four elders in the Primordial Pagoda, observing from afar, were speechless. They could not see Liu Wuxie directly, but the changes to the tree spoke volumes. Its growth accelerated wildly, and the energy pouring in had already liquefied into dense streams—spiritual liquid capable of raising even a sapling into a towering colossus.
Within Liu Wuxie, the Great Five Elemental Palm stirred restlessly.
If I can find the treasures of the five elements, perhaps I can evolve it into the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, he thought. Yet the tree’s energy, though vast, was still ordinary compared to true treasures.
By now, his cultivation had surged. He broke through smoothly to the sixth-level Transcendent Realm, but he still needed time to consolidate it.
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A few thousand kilometers away, one of the rogue cultivators halted, frowning as he stared at the enormous tree.
“This tree is… absorbing spiritual energy on its own?” he murmured. On the surface, it seemed natural, but suspicion gnawed at him. He extended his divine sense, probing deeper.
Like mercury pouring into water, his sense penetrated the ancient tree—and revealed what the naked eye could not. The elders in the Primordial Pagoda couldn’t see it from so far away.
“It’s him!” the man gasped, staggering back. After chasing Liu Wuxie for so long, he had finally found him. Delight surged. The brat was in the midst of refining the Dragon Flame Fruit and hadn’t finished yet. If he struck now and killed him, he could devour the energy for himself.
“Let’s see where you run this time!” he snarled, charging forward. His sword slashed at the trunk, sword aura shrieking through the air.
Inside, Liu Wuxie was at the most critical moment of his breakthrough and couldn’t divert his focus. He felt the attack, but forcing himself out now would ruin everything. If worst came to worst, he could only force his way out and find a later time to consolidate his cultivation.
Countless branches lashed out in unison, sweeping toward the attacker and shattering the waves of sword aura he unleashed. The sudden defense shocked not only the four elders observing from the Primordial Pagoda but also Liu Wuxie himself. Even he had not expected the ancient tree to rise and shield him.
The man narrowed his eyes, surprised as well. He quickly realized the tree was defending Liu Wuxie, its branches moving like arms of their own. And it wasn’t only this ancient tree; the ancient tree also stirred the other trees in the vicinity to life and summoned them under its command.
Earlier, the entire forest had bathed in torrents of spiritual energy. Now that same energy turned into a tide of protection. Branches thick and knotted swept through the air in a spectacular display. Many of these trees were impervious to blades; ordinary weapons could not even scratch their bark.
“What did he do to make so many trees fight for him?” one elder muttered, baffled. The others exchanged uncertain glances. Even if Liu Wuxie had helped the tree absorb vast amounts of energy, why would it fight for him?
Only Liu Wuxie knew the truth: the Ancestral Tree within his desolate world was directing the surrounding trees, bending their strength to intercept the attacker.
Sword aura after sword aura dissolved beneath the storm of branches. Then something even more fearsome erupted: countless vines shot from the ground like serpents, wrapping around the man’s ankles and hoisting him upside down.
However, the attacker was a ninth-level expert in the Origin Conversion Realm. His reactions were blindingly fast. With one slash, he severed the vines and freed himself. He landed lightly, adjusted his stance, and pressed forward, threading through the dense barrage of branches as he closed in on the ancient tree.
He was confident that if he could get close, he could split the ancient tree and force Liu Wuxie to show himself.
“You can’t stop me. Let’s see how long you can last,” the man sneered. His lips curled into a cold smile. To him, Liu Wuxie was only a Transcendent Realm cultivator. He had slain countless enemies of the same level before and saw no reason this would be any different.
Branches swept down again, and more vines surged upward, creating barrier after barrier. When he drew too close, massive trunks swung with the weight of mountains. Even with his cultivation, he dared not take such blows head-on.
“Damn it! Damn it all!” the man roared, hacking wildly. His swords cut through branches, but the forest’s resistance never ceased. The branches did not seek to wound him, only to delay, preventing him from reaching Liu Wuxie.
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Inside, the storm of energy in Liu Wuxie’s desolate world finally calmed. He consolidated his cultivation, and when his eyes snapped open, cold light gleamed in them like sharpened blades.
Looking around at the battlefield, he saw severed branches and trunks littering the ground. A grim expression spread across his face. Without the trees’ aid, the attack would have dangerously interrupted his breakthrough—a taboo that carried serious consequences.
He stepped out from the heart of the ancient tree. At once, the branches withdrew, falling still as though the forest itself awaited his command.
“So, you finally dare to come out,” the attacker taunted, his smirk cruel. Murderous intent surged from his body, stirring leaves and dust into a cyclone around them.
“You’re courting death!” Liu Wuxie declared. His figure swayed, and in a heartbeat, he descended to stand before his foe. He did not summon the Heretic Blade; the weapon remained fractured from the Heaven-Severing Strike, and he would not risk using it unless necessary. He had gathered many materials to repair it after slaying Deng Huaiguang, but the final pieces still eluded him.
Their auras clashed like two grinding storms. Pressure mounted in waves. As Liu Wuxie’s power flared, fear crept into the attacker’s eyes. He felt the oppressive weight of Liu Wuxie’s aura.
Still, the man snarled and shook his head, swinging his sword in defiance.
Liu Wuxie didn’t underestimate him. Facing a human cultivator was far more dangerous than battling astral beasts. Humans fought with cunning, strategy, and martial techniques that beasts could never match.
His figure blurred upward as he executed the Divine Dragon Phantom, evading the slash. From the skies, he unleashed the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, his strongest martial art.
Countless fists condensed in midair and plummeted like meteors, shattering the sword aura and breaking the man’s offensive momentum before it reached him.
The man’s composure faltered. His face twisted.
“That brat only advanced by one level, yet his strength has multiplied dozens of times. How is this possible?!” one elder gasped, while the other two in the Primordial Pagoda stared in shock, though Elder Long remained silent, watching intently.
“His Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms seem even more exquisite now,” one elder admitted, envy coloring his voice.
“That’s because he’s wielding the complete version,” Elder Long replied calmly. None understood the technique’s mysteries better than he did. Ancestor Long Xiao created the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms together with the Heavenly Sacred Dragon Scripture. As his descendant, Elder Long could recognize instantly that Liu Wuxie’s mastery was purer and more complete than their own.
The other elders exchanged stunned looks. “Impossible. Doesn’t the sect reserve the complete version only for its upper echelons? We can only master five forms at most.”
Elder Long did not explain. Deep inside, he alone knew the truth: the complete version of the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms had vanished in an ancient war.
Above the battlefield, Liu Wuxie’s fists rained down, imbued with an overwhelming dragon aura. The barrage forced the attacker wholly onto the defensive.
“This is impossible! How can someone at the Transcendent Realm be stronger than me?!” the man shouted, desperation in his voice. In a last-ditch move, he yanked a flare from his robes and lit the fuse, summoning his two companions.
“You’re courting death!” Liu Wuxie snapped coldly. He had held back, using this man to temper his fresh breakthrough, but with reinforcements coming, he could no longer delay. If he allowed all three ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm cultivators to arrive, even he would face a grueling fight. It was time to finish this battle.
