Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1255 - Ninth-Level Transcendent Realm
Chapter 1255 – Ninth-Level Transcendent Realm
A seventh-grade spiritual pill carried such potency that even cultivators at the Primal Origin Realm approached it with caution. Cultivators in the Origin Conversion Realm typically required auxiliary pills to absorb its medicinal essence.
Yet Liu Wuxie treated it like nothing more than a piece of candy, popping it into his mouth without hesitation.
The instant the gateway to the ninth-level Transcendent Realm shattered, he immediately circulated the desolate world within him. But because the courtyard seal blocked it, no spiritual energy entered the area.
Anticipating this, he detonated a mountain of astral stones, liquefying their energy into a torrent that surged into the desolate world. Having sold several Wisdom Stones, he still carried millions of astral stones, and for now, he did not need to worry about running out.
Other cultivators might have entered the Origin Conversion Realm with the Seven-Treasure Pill alone. For him, however, it advanced him only a single level. Even so, the pill’s spiritual potency spared him from burning through far more astral stones than he otherwise would have.
Liu Wuxie then drew out two Wisdom Stones, clutching one in each hand.
“What is he trying to do? Isn’t he afraid the Wisdom Stones will burst?” Old Blindie exclaimed, stepping back in alarm. Breaking through to the ninth-level Transcendent Realm already carried peril, but Liu Wuxie dared to expand his soul sea at the same time. It was reckless beyond belief, no different from courting death.
By the time he thought to intervene, he was already too late. In the blink of an eye, both Wisdom Stones crumbled into ashes.
Liu Wuxie’s soul sea expanded wildly, his Soul Fire blazing ever brighter. He knew his upcoming opponents were cunning and ruthless. To deal with them, he needed a vast reserve of soul energy. Without Ghost Eye, he would never have pierced the black figure’s laws or uncovered the man’s hidden ailment.
Dawn crept across the sky. Though He Yingwu failed to reach the Origin Conversion Realm, his cultivation surged forward—one more attempt and he would break through.
Liu Wuxie, meanwhile, remained seated, consolidating his new cultivation. During the day, no experts arrived, so he felt little concern.
“Old He, take down the plaque and replace it with the Five Elemental Diagram,” he instructed, opening his eyes. The plaque had served its purpose, and by now, the entire city knew of the courtyard.
“What use is the Five Elemental Diagram?” Old Blindie asked, puzzled by Liu Wuxie’s intentions.
“I plan to cultivate the Great Five-Element Art,” Liu Wuxie replied firmly. The Heaven-Severing Strike was powerful but carried severe drawbacks. With the Frost Art and his Soul Fire already in hand, mastering the Great Five-Element Art would elevate his combat strength even further.
Other mythical arts demanded impossible conditions: the Great Spatial Mythical Art required vast amounts of Spatial Stones; the Great Poison Mythical Art demanded poisonous terrain; the Great Conversion Mythical Art required endless faith. He possessed none of those.
The only path that posed no obstacle was the Great Heavenly Dragon Art. With the Dragon-Grasping Hand and Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms already mastered, he could eventually master it; it would far surpass the Great Dragon Aspect Art.
As for the Great Death Mythical Art, he had no leads at all—people said its difficulty eclipsed every other mythical art.
He Yingwu hurried out, removed the plaque, and hung up the prepared Five Elemental Diagram. Each element bore a deliberate gap, leaving the whole picture incomplete. Those who understood saw its meaning at a glance; those who did not stayed lost.
By morning, another crowd had gathered outside, staring at the strange symbol in confusion. But no one dared enter. An entire day passed without a single visitor, giving Liu Wuxie time to stabilize his cultivation at the peak of the Transcendent Realm and expand his soul sea.
He trained through the day, his body flowing with the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms. His movements coiled like a divine dragon, and Old Blindie stared in disbelief.
“It seems Long Shan truly prized you to the point that he even entrusted you with the Dragon-Grasping Hand,” he muttered. He knew Long Shan better than anyone. For years, countless prodigies had begged to become his disciples, only to be turned away without a thought. Now Old Blindie finally understood—although Liu Wuxie’s cultivation still lagged, his potential reached limitless heights, more than enough to surpass veterans like him.
Night fell, and Mount Dragon City quieted. The three returned to their positions in silence. Near midnight, a lone figure appeared in the courtyard, moving without a sound. He looked around to confirm no one else was present before stepping inside and heading directly for the main hall.
Like the visitor from the night before, this man cloaked himself in a black robe, showing only his eyes. The instant he entered, he released an aura of the Earth Immortal Realm. None who came wished to reveal their identities; recognition would damage their reputations.
“This is a Profound Metal Stone. If you can resolve my problem, it’s yours,” the figure said bluntly, producing a dark, shimmering stone.
Liu Wuxie’s eyes lit up the moment he saw it.
“Speak,” Old Blindie replied, aloof and unyielding, showing no concern for the man’s identity.
“How do I resolve the over-cooling phenomenon of the cauldron when refining the Grand Divine Pill?” the black-robed cultivator asked.
The Grand Divine Pill, a ninth-grade treasure, carried near-priceless value and defied acquisition with resources alone. This Earth Immortal clearly intended to use it for a breakthrough.
“Can you demonstrate your process—the order in which you add the herbs?” Old Blindie asked after a pause.
The Earth Immortal’s brows furrowed. Revealing his method risked exposing the pill’s formula to others. Few alchemists on the Indigo Bamboo Star could refine such a pill, and a leak could bring catastrophic consequences.
“It’s not convenient,” he said coldly after a long hesitation.
“The Grand Divine Pill requires Thunderclap Iron, Phantom Ginseng, Violet Radiance Leaf, Nine-Palace Carapace, Wondrous Rootwater…” Old Blindie began listing the ingredients one by one.
The man staggered back in shock.
“Since senior knows the formula, then you must know the cause of my problem. I beg your guidance,” he said, his voice trembling. He realized now how petty he had been, doubting someone of such ability.
“If I’m not mistaken, you still carry a set of ingredients. You refused to refine them again only because you feared repeating your failure. Am I right?” Old Blindie asked with satisfaction.
“Yes,” the Earth Immortal admitted. He had spent nearly a thousand years gathering two sets of ingredients, but after failing once, he refused to attempt again.
“Then refine it here. If you fail, I will reimburse you for the materials that were wasted. If you succeed, you’ll leave behind not only the Profound Metal Stone but also a thread of Earth Immortal Realm law,” Old Blindie declared calmly.
“This…” the Earth Immortal faltered. He didn’t doubt Old Blindie’s knowledge. After all, the man had recited the entire formula, but hesitation gnawed at him.
“You’re afraid I can’t guide you?” Old Blindie’s voice boomed. At that moment, Liu Wuxie moved his lips, and an overwhelming surge of soul energy pressed down like a mountain, intensifying the threat.
Old Blindie himself didn’t understand why Liu Wuxie needed a strand of Earth Immortal law, but he followed his instructions without question. As for refining the Grand Divine Pill, he entrusted that miracle to Liu Wuxie.
“Very well. Please guide me, senior,” the Earth Immortal said, gritting his teeth. If he delayed any longer, the ingredients would soon expire, and their effects would dwindle even if he succeeded later. That was why he had come in desperation.
He produced an ancient cauldron, and a terrifying flame roared from it.
“My disciple has some alchemy skills. He will assist you,” Old Blindie said, nodding at Liu Wuxie.
The Earth Immortal suppressed his disappointment. He had expected the Primordial Elder to guide him personally, not to send a mere disciple. Still, with the elder overseeing matters, he dared not voice protest.
If he had known Old Blindie was ignorant of alchemy, he might have exploded on the spot.
The cauldron blazed as flames engulfed the ingredients, raising the hall’s temperature until waves of heat rippled outward.
“Senior, how may I address you?” Liu Wuxie asked as he stepped closer.
“You may call me Senior Hai,” the man replied curtly, refusing to reveal his actual name.
“Senior Hai, your technique is skilled, but your method is flawed. You focus too much on speed and refinement, neglecting the cauldron’s essence,” Liu Wuxie said without hesitation.
If Old Blindie hadn’t been present, Senior Hai would have struck him down in fury. To be corrected by a youth in the Transcendent Realm was humiliating.
“And what do you suggest instead?” Senior Hai snorted, his tone sharp.
“Slow down and shift your focus to controlling the cauldron’s temperature,” Liu Wuxie replied. He could detect the dissatisfaction in Senior Hai’s tone, but he still spoke without hesitation.
This was an excellent opportunity for him to participate in refining the Grand Divine Pill, and he had no intention of letting it slip away. Not to mention that with his current ability, refining a seventh-grade spirit pill was already difficult, let alone one bordering on the ninth grade. He could even use this chance to absorb a wisp of energy from the pill itself.
“Senior, is this your view as well?” Senior Hai turned toward Old Blindie, hoping to confirm.
“My disciple’s opinion is mine. Follow his words,” Old Blindie said calmly, closing his eyes and leaving the matter entirely to Liu Wuxie.
Hearing this, Senior Hai had no choice but to comply. He slowed his movements, shifting his focus from speed to stabilizing the cauldron’s temperature.
