Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1253 - Primordial Elder
Chapter 1253 – Primordial Elder
Yesterday, Liu Wuxie shared his plans with Old Blindie.
“Wuxie, everything is prepared!” He Yingwu entered, covered in dust—his appearance proof that he had spent the entire day rushing about.
“This is the moment that decides our success or failure. We must give it everything we have!” Liu Wuxie said. Time pressed relentlessly against him. Only by reaching the Origin Conversion Realm could he secure victory at the Myriad Race Ceremony and obtain the Dragon Origin Herb.
“Master, what are we going to do?” Xiao Luo asked curiously. She didn’t know their plan, but she still wanted to join in.
After spending the day with her master, Xiao Luo realized that Liu Wuxie had a calm temperament; her earlier nervousness dissolved under his easygoing manner.
“We’re going to rob,” He Yingwu said bluntly.
Liu Wuxie’s expression immediately darkened. Was that really the best way to say it? He could already imagine his image shattering in Xiao Luo’s heart.
“A robbery? I want to come as well!” Xiao Luo exclaimed with excitement, her bright smile carrying a strange eagerness, as though something hidden deep in her bones had awakened.
“Ahem. You stay here and cultivate—strive to reach the Transcendent Realm as soon as possible,” Liu Wuxie said firmly. He refused to let her get involved; no matter how carefully he calculated, risk always remained.
Hearing this, Xiao Luo pouted unhappily, but she dared not disobey her master’s command.
Afterward, Liu Wuxie, He Yingwu, and Old Blindie disguised themselves and slipped out of the courtyard. Fifteen minutes later, they reached a residence whose oppressive aura marked it as no ordinary dwelling.
“You used a spiritual array to alter the laws of heaven and earth here—impressive,” Old Blindie praised.
They had carefully remodeled this courtyard and layered it with spiritual arrays. Liu Wuxie demanded perfection—any mistake could mean death.
“Senior, you flatter me,” Liu Wuxie said as he stepped through the gate.
“Wuxie, I’ve torn down all the buildings as you requested and kept only the main hall,” He Yingwu reported, following behind him.
“Good.” Liu Wuxie activated Ghost Eye, examining every detail of the courtyard. After making a few minor corrections, he finally nodded in satisfaction.
By Liu Wuxie’s side, He Yingwu had learned much about arrays; his skill now rivaled grandmasters.
Old Blindie remained silent, but his expression betrayed surprise. He never expected Liu Wuxie’s mastery to surpass his own.
“From now on, Senior, you are the Primordial Elder. I will play the role of your disciple, and He Yingwu will act as your attendant. Remember your roles clearly. We cannot afford the slightest flaw,” Liu Wuxie instructed solemnly.
Both Old Blindie and He Yingwu nodded in agreement. He Yingwu, especially, could barely contain his excitement.
“Very well. Old He, put up the plaque,” Liu Wuxie ordered with a wave of his hand. From this moment, their plan would begin.
He Yingwu lifted a wooden plaque and hung it above the gate.
It read, “The Primordial Elder has descended upon this place. He will remain for only one month, offering guidance to those fated to form karmic ties. This is a rare opportunity—do not miss it.”
The plaque also stated that the Primordial Elder would not receive anyone beneath the Void Realm.
The moment they displayed the words, countless passersby stopped in their tracks. Curiosity filled the air.
He Yingwu wore a grey robe, perfectly fitting his role as an old attendant.
Liu Wuxie had altered his appearance into that of a man in his thirties, calm, steady, and honest.
Old Blindie sat in the main hall, his bamboo hat radiating immense pressure, his presence unfathomable.
“Have any of you heard of the Primordial Elder before?” people whispered outside the gate.
“No, never!” came the unanimous reply. No one heard of such a figure, whether on the Indigo Bamboo Star or on other planets.
“What a joke—those beneath the Void Realm aren’t even qualified for an audience?” an elder at the Primal Origin Realm said as he arrived, his face twisting in anger after reading the plaque.
On the Indigo Bamboo Star, cultivators at the Primal Origin Realm did not rank as the strongest, but they still mattered. To bar them outright insulted them.
More people gathered, but none dared to step in. The sudden appearance of this “Primordial Elder” naturally stirred suspicion.
“I want to see who dares stop me!” the Primal Origin Realm elder sneered. Releasing his aura, he strode toward the gate.
All eyes fixed on him—yet the instant he stepped inside, an invisible force erupted and hurled him through the air; he crashed into a stone wall and fell to the ground.
“This…!” The crowd gasped. None expected the force to repel even a Primal Origin expert so easily. Doubt gave way to awe.
The elder staggered back to his feet, his face pale. Just moments ago, death itself had loomed over him.
“Thank you for sparing my life, Senior,” he muttered before fleeing in humiliation. By surviving, he confirmed that a terrifying existence truly dwelt within the courtyard.
In an instant, word spread like wildfire through Mount Dragon City—the Primordial Elder had descended upon the city, and the mere gates barred even Primal Origin experts from entering it, shocking the entire city.
At first, He Yingwu had suggested lowering the threshold. However, he eventually understood that only a high threshold could stir everyone’s desire to uncover the mystery.
After all, there were countless cultivators at the Primal Origin Realm on the Indigo Bamboo Star. If they could freely enter the courtyard, the mysterious aura surrounding it would vanish entirely.
Many refused to give up and tried to break into the courtyard. But each attempt ended the same—an invisible force would hurl them away, inflicting heavy injuries, and even on those at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm.
Old Blindie struck thirty times in total. He drove out every cultivator who dared trespass with the aid of the spiritual arrays.
A day later, no one dared to step through the gate again.
“Wuxie, it’s been more than a day—why hasn’t anyone come?” He Yingwu asked, his voice tight with anxiety. A single month was too short; if no one arrived, how could they possibly achieve their goal?
“There’s no need to rush,” Liu Wuxie replied with unshaken calm. Everything was proceeding according to his plan.
When it came to human nature, neither He Yingwu nor Old Blindie could match Liu Wuxie; curiosity drove humanity’s deepest impulse—the more impenetrable a secret, the stronger the urge to uncover it. Until they unraveled the mystery, countless people obsessed over it, and eventually, experts appeared.
Rumors spread like wildfire beyond Mount Dragon City and even reached the Heavenly Dragon Sect; disciples descended from the sect to inspect the courtyard, but the arrays threw them out like the rest.
As Liu Wuxie foresaw, this only fanned the flames of curiosity. Crowds gathered daily outside the gate, while an invisible barrier sealed the courtyard and denied all probing divine senses.
Three days passed, then four. The crowds outside slowly dwindled. He Yingwu grew increasingly uneasy, and even Old Blindie showed faint signs of concern.
By the fifth night, people had almost forgotten the courtyard. Cold wind swept the streets as Liu Wuxie stood silently beside the main hall, while He Yingwu busied himself sweeping the ground.
Suddenly, Liu Wuxie narrowed his eyes, and Old Blindie shifted slightly as well. They both had sensed it—the approach of a powerful aura. Across the city, cultivators turned in unison toward the source.
“An Earth Immortal!” countless divine senses cried in alarm. Earth Immortals rarely appeared in the mortal world, but whenever they did, their presence caused a storm.
Mount Dragon City housed many experts, most of whom had dismissed the courtyard as a farce. But now, with an Earth Immortal approaching, everything changed.
The aura advanced closer with each breath. Old Blindie tensed, but Liu Wuxie cast him a calm, reassuring glance. To Liu Wuxie, even immortals were not to be feared.
The streets lay deserted beneath the cold night sky. Then, at the far end of the road, a black-clad figure emerged, striding slowly toward the courtyard.
Divine senses entangled overhead, probing and questioning, but the figure ignored them. He halted before the gate, glanced once at the plaque to confirm the place, and then stepped inside.
The barrier that barred weaker cultivators did not affect him. Yet the moment he crossed it, the courtyard’s weight made his steps falter. The courtyard’s layout pressed down upon him with a suffocating weight.
Old Blindie had cultivated the soul technique that Liu Wuxie had passed to him, and now he possessed soul energy no weaker than that of an Earth Immortal. Combined with the arrays woven into the courtyard, even high-level Earth Immortals found no easy advantage here.
“Since you’ve come, why not enter and speak?” Old Blindie’s cold voice echoed across the hall.
The black figure raised his head. A mask obscured his face, while intertwining laws cloaked his body to repel divine senses. However, Liu Wuxie’s Ghost Eye pierced the veil effortlessly.
Upon absorbing so many Wisdom Stones and advancing his Ghost Eye, his soul sea reached terrifying heights.
The black figure hesitated briefly before stepping into the main hall. The moment he entered, an Earth Immortal-level aura erupted from his body, sweeping out in a show of dominance.
