Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1236 - Yeluo Mirror
Chapter 1236 – Yeluo Mirror
“Senior Brother Hua, an outer disciple, just obtained a drop of dragon’s blood!” A disciple burst into the courtyard. Inside stood a young man in a purple robe, holding a breathtaking woman in an intimate embrace.
In the past, anyone who barged into the courtyard without knocking had ended up as a corpse. However, the words “dragon’s blood” made the purple-robed youth freeze.
Sweat drenched the intruding disciple, and his chest heaved as he sprinted all the way to deliver the news without pause. The woman in Hua Haosheng’s embrace straightened her clothing and slipped free, turning her back toward the intruder.
“Speak!” Hua Haosheng’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent. If the disciple failed to satisfy him, Hua would punish him without hesitation.
“Just earlier, on my way to the Primordial Pagoda for training, I saw an outer disciple receive a drop of dragon’s blood as a reward,” the disciple said, gasping, as he was still catching his breath.
He would never dare to fabricate such a claim. Knowing Hua Haosheng’s temperament, he knew a lie meant certain death. Yet, he also knew selling such news could earn him a handsome reward.
“Where is he?” Hua Haosheng’s gaze narrowed as he studied the disciple.
“He went to the Book Collection Pavilion. His name is Liu Wuxie, ranked first among this year’s new disciples. He also excelled in the wilderness training,” the disciple replied.
When Hua Haosheng heard that Liu Wuxie slew Deng Huaiguang with a single strike, the corner of his mouth twitched.
“This is your reward. You know the consequences if you dare deceive me.” Hua Haosheng tossed a porcelain bottle to the disciple. He rewarded loyalty as fairly as he punished deceit.
“Thank you, Senior Brother Hua! I swear the news is true—I saw it with my own eyes!” the disciple exclaimed with excitement lighting his face.
“Leave!” Hua Haosheng waved him away.
The disciple quickly slipped out, closing the doors behind him.
“Senior Brother Haosheng, your True Dragon Physique has been stuck for two years. If you obtain a drop of dragon’s blood, won’t you break through the Primal Origin Realm and step into the Void Realm?” The woman’s tone dripped with charm and sweetness, her voice like that of a courtesan. She slid back into his embrace as she spoke.
“That’s right. With that drop of dragon’s blood, I can make my breakthrough into the Void Realm.” Hua Haosheng’s eyes gleamed with greed. He pinched her rear and laughed wildly.
“That’s strange. It’s been many years since the Heavenly Dragon Sect has seen dragon’s blood. Where could it have come from?” The woman winced from his pinch, but endured it, raising a question that left Hua Haosheng momentarily silent.
“It must be from Elder Long, that old bastard. He’s the only one in the sect who can produce dragon’s blood. I’ve been begging him for years, but he has always refused me. Once my True Dragon Physique advances, I’ll walk straight to his door and smack him across the face,” Hua Haosheng said viciously.
He had been lingering at the peak of the Primal Origin Realm for two years. That single drop of dragon’s blood would not only push him into the Void Realm but also elevate his True Dragon Physique to a new level.
In the Heavenly Dragon Sect, only Elder Long could help him. Yet Elder Long rejected every request with cold indifference, refusing to teach the True Dragon Physique or sell even a single drop of dragon’s blood.
“That Elder Long is far too stubborn. There aren’t many who can cultivate the True Dragon Physique in the sect today, and none can compare to you. With your talent, you could even become his disciple. But he has no eye for prodigies,” the woman bristled.
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After crossing a mountain range, Liu Wuxie finally reached a massive library bustling with disciples.
A single day of reading in the Book Collection Pavilion required thousands of points. Liu Wuxie hadn’t expected that reading books would cost more than training in the Primordial Pagoda.
Then again, the two were fundamentally different. Books served as keys to cultivation, passing down knowledge preserved only through texts. The pavilion housed a vast collection—beyond the ten supreme arts, it stored countless cultivation manuals.
When Liu Wuxie stepped through the threshold, the sight left him momentarily stunned. The pavilion towered over three hundred meters high, its peak lost in the clouds. It had ten floors in total, housing an immeasurable number of books.
Every day, hundreds of deacons labored just to maintain it.
In that instant, Liu Wuxie understood the steep cost. This colossal pavilion demanded enormous manpower and resources to maintain—sorting and categorizing the texts alone posed a monumental task.
Like the Primordial Pagoda, the pavilion imposed restrictions. Outer disciples could only enter the first three floors, inner disciples the next three, and true disciples the three above them.
The sect reserved the tenth floor for its secrets, completely barring outsiders.
“That’s odd. The northern pillar looks newly rebuilt. The other pillars clearly show the wear of over a million years, but that one seems only tens of thousands of years old at best,” Liu Wuxie murmured as his gaze swept across the hall.
It suggested that the pavilion had suffered damage and undergone repairs in the past. He didn’t yet know which books his reward would grant him access to, but he hoped he could reach the higher floors.
The higher the floor, the more precious the texts would be.
Books came in grades as well. Common books offered trivial knowledge, and even when they contained martial techniques, they rarely held high value.
Approaching the registration counter, Liu Wuxie produced his token.
“I’m here to claim my reward,” he said politely.
The elder behind the counter shot him a glance, and his expression darkened with spite.
“You’re Liu Wuxie?” the elder asked, his tone dripping with spite. He clearly knew the youth and held no fondness for him at all.
Liu Wuxie frowned. He recognized the elder, who had been present during the auction. The man belonged to the War Dragon Institute’s faction.
“I am,” Liu Wuxie confirmed with a nod.
He had sown discord between the War Dragon Institute and the Dharma Institute during the auction, sparking days of bloody brawls among the new disciples.
“The wilderness training reward grants access up to the sixth floor. You have three days—go in now,” the elder said curtly, looking away as though Liu Wuxie were beneath him. The sect dictated the rewards, leaving him no authority to interfere.
A faint smirk touched Liu Wuxie’s lips. He could have started on the first floor, but instead, he chose to defy expectations and go straight to the sixth.
After all, he had three days and no restriction on where to begin. An ordinary person might read five hundred books at most in that time, even if they went without sleep.
Climbing the pavilion’s grand staircase, Liu Wuxie ascended directly to the sixth floor. The Book Collection Pavilion was vast, teeming with disciples immersed in study. These weren’t ordinary texts—the sect stored their knowledge within the lesser realm instead of writing them on paper or hide, preventing theft.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect likely adopted this method after the ancient war, when it lost countless rare tomes. Since then, not a single physical book remained here, though everyone could read freely.
When Liu Wuxie reached the fourth floor, several inner disciples cast him odd looks. His outer disciple robes made him stand out, but none interfered; they simply returned to their reading.
“What’s that kid doing on the sixth floor?” someone muttered in confusion as Liu Wuxie continued upward. Even the deacons sorting books paused to glance at him.
Ignoring the stares, Liu Wuxie scanned the surroundings. Special material formed the walls, densely inscribed with book titles. A disciple only had to tap a name for the book to appear before them.
The system operated through projection, powered by dual teleportation arrays. Though the books appeared as projections, their content remained genuine. Constructing such an array demanded immense cost and painstaking effort, which explained why the pavilion employed so many deacons.
Liu Wuxie headed east, where countless titles glittered on the crystal wall. Selecting a seat, he fixed his gaze on the listings.
Around him, inner disciples sat in silence, their powerful auras evident as they read. Deacons bustled about, reshelving projected texts and maintaining the arrays, each needing proficiency in spiritual formations.
Liu Wuxie tapped one of the martial technique titles. Instantly, a mirror-like projection shimmered into being before him, displaying its contents.
“The Yeluo Mirror,” Liu Wuxie murmured. Forging such a mirror required the use of heavenly fire and immortal runes.
The pavilion held ten such mirrors, one on each floor. Each projected thousands of texts at once, allowing countless disciples to study simultaneously.
Most first-time visitors would be left awestruck by the sight, but Liu Wuxie’s expression remained calm as he focused on the projection.
Activating Ghost Eye, he let the words come alive and pour into his soul sea. But then something unexpected happened—the Heavenly Dao Book within him unfurled and linked itself to the Yeluo Mirror.
The words projected on the mirror appeared within the Heavenly Dao Book, weaving together into vivid pictures and texts.
Liu Wuxie had planned to use Ghost Eye merely to accelerate his reading. Since these weren’t physical books, he hadn’t expected to devour entire tomes in seconds, just as he once shocked the entire Liu Clan by reading every book in the Book Collection Pavilion in a single day.
