Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1229 - Thunder Gods Spear
Chapter 1229 – Thunder God’s Spear
The moment the thunder tribulation appeared, shock spread across the faces of all four elders, Elder Long included.
“That’s impossible! How could a weapon at the Transcendent Realm possibly draw a thunder tribulation?” The elders exchanged bewildered looks. The elder on the right even clutched his head, unable to accept the scene before his eyes.
In contrast, Elder Long’s hands trembled with excitement as though he had discovered a priceless treasure. His eyes gleamed brighter and brighter. He knew he had made the right choice to come today. If not for the aura of the Heavenly Dragon Seal drawing him here, he might have missed this spectacular scene, the emergence of a true blacksmithing prodigy.
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The Heretic Blade absorbed the first thunderbolt as it crashed down. Over the years, the weapon had already endured countless tribulations, and this strike only tempered it further. The blade’s aura surged as Transcendent Realm laws began to manifest, spreading like ripples through its core.
When the first strand of law appeared, the blade officially stepped into the Transcendent Realm. Cracks along its surface sealed, its density and resilience increasing with each breath. More astonishingly, strange snowflake patterns appeared across its body. At first glance, they looked like frost crystals, but upon closer inspection, they were runes —mystical runes spreading through the weapon’s frame.
A cold glint radiated from the Heretic Blade. The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees disintegrated into dust beneath its blade aura. However, the weapon’s power continued to escalate as an even darker thundercloud formed overhead. Only if the Heretic Blade survived this tribulation would the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain acknowledge it. If it succeeded, it would never face thunder tribulation again.
Liu Wuxie pressed forward without fear. He continued to form seals, welcoming the fiercer tribulation that was to come. He planned to use this moment to complete one last transformation. Having reached the limit of the Divine Thunder Physique, he could only push it further by absorbing heaven and earth’s divine thunder. The lingering energy of the Dragon Flame Fruit within his body also made this the perfect time to refine it.
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The thunderclouds thickened above, heavy and oppressive. Even though the elders watched only through the crystal wall, their expressions grew grave.
“Elder Long, a tribulation of this level could destroy both him and the artifact,” the three elders behind him said, all turning to look at him. They feared that if such a prodigy perished here, the Heavenly Dragon Sect would suffer a loss beyond measure.
“He’s not that fragile,” Elder Long replied with a faint smile.
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Thunder dragons wove through the clouds, and suddenly a bolt of lightning screamed downward, aiming to annihilate both Liu Wuxie and the Heretic Blade.
The strike was suffocating. Any other Transcendent Realm cultivator would already be trembling in fear, but Liu Wuxie’s body had grown far beyond his former self. After breaking through to the sixth-level Transcendent Realm, he had lit dozens more star nodes, making his physique comparable to that of cultivators at the higher levels of the Origin Conversion Realm.
By all rights, his body should already rival that of a low-level Primal Origin Realm cultivator, given the vast energy he had absorbed. Yet the True Dragon Physique restrained his growth. Though the Dragon Flame Fruit had propelled him forward, he still wondered what demands the future would bring. Each breakthrough demanded an equal rise in physique, and unlike others, Liu Wuxie bore the weight of the Panwu Divine Art. His true essence was hundreds of times stronger than that of his peers, and his body had to match that power.
“Break!” Liu Wuxie roared. He swung his fist and shattered the descending thunderbolt before it could land.
The lightning burst into countless sparks, scattering across the sky like a magnificent firework.
“Absorb and refine!” He circulated the Divine Thunder Physique, devouring every wisp of lightning. His body strengthened further, though he sensed the physique had reached its limit.
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When the elders saw him absorb the thunder tribulation, they staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.
“This brat keeps rewriting everything we know. He even dares to devour lightning itself,” the three elders whispered. They kept their voices low, unwilling to disturb Elder Long’s focus.
The Heretic Blade roared and transformed into a divine dragon, soaring into the thunderclouds. Boundless dragon aura erupted, as if the weapon itself challenged the heavens.
Seeing this, Elder Long finally lost his composure.
“Reckless! Utterly reckless!” he shouted. Rage surged in his chest, and if not for the crystal wall, he would have stormed over to discipline Liu Wuxie personally.
Everyone knew the consequences of provoking the heavens. Without heaven’s acknowledgment, immortality was forever out of reach. But Liu Wuxie’s goal wasn’t to obey heaven—it was to trample on it.
The three elders stared in mute disbelief. To provoke the heavens was to gamble with one’s very existence. There were only two outcomes: destruction without a trace, or standing tall above heaven, forcing it to bend its rules.
The first path was pitiable, the beginning of a beggar. The second was a battle against the heavens themselves, to tower higher than the sky and trample upon its will.
Who in the world could achieve that?
Liu Wuxie refused to be bound by rules. He would change them.
The Heretic Blade shifted again, transforming into a colossal sword descending from the sky, its edge reaching toward the depths of the universe. The moment it fell, the Dragon Expanse Mountain Range quaked in fury as the heavens themselves raged.
Thunderclouds erupted, and lightning sparks hovered in mid-air. Seizing the moment, Liu Wuxie leapt upward and devoured the lightning energy, determined to strengthen his physique to perfection.
But no one could provoke the heavens. An ocean of divine will surged down, condensing into a colossal spear aimed directly at Liu Wuxie and the Heretic Blade.
“Thunder God’s Spear!” Elder Long’s face turned pale as he trembled, horror filling his eyes.
Legends say that the Thunder God forged this spear in the celestial realm, imbuing it with his own will. No one in this world could endure a single strike from it. Myths also said that those guilty of heinous crimes would face heaven’s punishment through such lightning judgment.
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The will of the Thunder God swept across the Dragon Expanse Mountain Range. Even the lesser realms of the Heavenly Dragon Sect stirred, and countless ancient beings extended their divine senses toward the mountain.
“Him again?”
“He actually provoked the Thunder God’s Spear?”
“He cannot stay still, can he?” Divine senses filled the sky, but none dared approach the spear’s wrath.
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Liu Wuxie stared directly at the weapon. The Heretic Blade returned to his palm, and the spear’s will pressed down with a weight that even immortals would struggle to withstand.
His eyes turned cold, devoid of fear, as the will of an Immortal Emperor erupted from within him. The two wills clashed, and only one could remain.
If Liu Wuxie failed, the Thunder God’s will would reduce him to ashes. But if the Thunder God’s will faltered, it would dissipate and yield to him.
In all the history of the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, no one had dared provoke heaven itself. From this moment on, this moment etched Liu Wuxie’s name into history. Unbeknownst to him, his defiance had already reached the ears of the sect’s upper echelons.
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“It’s a pity his cultivation is still too low. He’ll die beneath the Thunder God’s Spear,” voices murmured as the divine senses faded. None believed he could endure.
Others had provoked the heavens before, but every one of them had perished.
The three elders behind Elder Long turned away, unable to watch. To them, Liu Wuxie was already dead.
Only Elder Long clenched his fists, his eyes never leaving Liu Wuxie.
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Neither Liu Wuxie nor the Thunder God’s Spear moved, yet the clash was fiercer than any battle.
The Thunder God’s will drilled into Liu Wuxie’s soul sea. The Thunder God’s will would crush any ordinary Void Realm cultivator instantly. That was why so many divine senses withdrew; no one doubted he would die.
The Soul Shield unfolded to defend him, but the Thunder God’s will pierced through as though it didn’t exist. It was the first time the Soul Shield had failed him. It wasn’t weakness on its part; it was the overwhelming supremacy of the Thunder God’s will. Nothing under the heavens could resist it.
A miniature Thunder God’s Spear formed inside Liu Wuxie’s soul sea, flying straight toward his primordial spirit.
At that critical moment, the Heavenly Dao Book unfolded and locked onto his soul. Then, the impossible happened: the Thunder God’s Spear trembled like a mouse before a cat.
The Heavenly Dao Book represented heaven itself, while the spear carried only a fragment of heaven’s will. At that moment, Liu Wuxie was heaven, and heaven was him. As long as heaven and earth existed, he would not perish.
The spear quivered and tried to flee, but Liu Wuxie refused to let it go. If he could refine the Thunder God’s will, his Soul Spear would multiply in strength dozens of times over. With such power, killing a ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm expert would be child’s play.
“W-What is he trying to do?” The three elders turned back in shock, their eyes fixed on Liu Wuxie. They watched as he walked calmly toward the Thunder God’s Spear, an image both surreal and terrifying.
Everyone’s breathing grew heavy. Even Elder Long struggled to contain his emotions.
They had cultivated for centuries, yet their hearts quivered now.
Before their eyes, Liu Wuxie smiled and stretched out his hand to seize the Thunder God’s Spear.
