Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1259 - Third-Level Origin Conversion Realm
Chapter 1259 – Third-Level Origin Conversion Realm
Everyone finally understood—Liu Wuxie had laid a snare and waited for them to blunder into it.
Too many enemies lurked in the dark, all plotting to kill him. Hunting them down one by one would waste time, so Liu Wuxie devised a plan to draw them into the open and wipe them out in a single sweep.
At the very least, Sky Cloud Star and Tranquil Meteor Star wouldn’t dare send more experts anytime soon. As for the Immortal Slaughter Palace, the distance would slow any response, even if it dispatched its elites at once.
“Despicable?” Liu Wuxie laughed. “You’re all in the Primal Origin Realm, and I’m only in the Origin Conversion Realm. You hunt me and call me despicable? Isn’t that hilarious?”
His taunt stunned the gathered experts. By their reckoning, Liu Wuxie should only be at the Transcendent Realm. Yet in just a few days, he had reached second-level Origin Conversion. His monstrous speed left them reeling.
“Run!” The experts from Sky Cloud Star and Tranquil Meteor Star turned and bolted, unwilling to remain a heartbeat longer.
Old Blindie stood at the pinnacle of the Void Realm. No number of Primal Origin cultivators could match him.
As the fugitives scattered, Old Blindie’s cold snort rolled across the battlefield. “Hmph. No one escapes my hands alive.”
Mercy had no purchase in him, and he wouldn’t let prey slip away. His hands flashed through seals; space warped and collapsed, swallowing even distant mountains as if the world itself folded inward.
The devastation unfolded in eerie silence. This place lay close to the Heavenly Dragon Sect, and the upper echelons would sense any disturbance instantly.
Within moments, multiple divine senses swept across the area.
“Great Disintegration Mythical Art!” Old Blindie roared. He unleashed a purely offensive mythical art; raw destruction burst outward.
In an instant, the blast flattened several kilometers of land and swept the world clean as though it had evaporated.
He Yingwu gaped; it was his first time witnessing a Void Realm expert in action, and the sight strained his belief.
Liu Wuxie remained calm. Above the Void Realm lay the Immortal Realm, and a single gesture from them could shatter a planet—absolute terror.
A pressure akin to a mountain crushed the five experts from the two stars, forcing them to freeze where they stood.
Duan Li and his men shook at the knees and hesitated, unable to advance or retreat. They had nowhere to go.
“Old Blindie, leave one alive. I want to know if assassins are lurking nearby,” Liu Wuxie said.
“Got it.” After the courtyard affair, Old Blindie had come to admire Liu Wuxie without reservation. Even Earth Immortals had to give Old Blindie face, and it was all thanks to Liu Wuxie.
A sweep of terrifying soul force pinned the five men from the two stars in place.
Far away in the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s lesser realm, the sect master’s eyes snapped open.
“Radiant Mirror.” A palm-sized mirror appeared in his hand.
“Show me what’s happening.” Ripples coursed across the glass, and scenes tens of thousands of miles away bloomed on its surface.
“Him again?” the sect master murmured as the image settled on Liu Wuxie and Old Blindie.
“How interesting.” A smile tugged at his lips, and his interest in Liu Wuxie deepened.
The battle became a one-sided massacre. In the blink of an eye, four experts from the two stars lay dead, leaving only the old man who had spoken earlier.
Liu Wuxie didn’t hesitate. He summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and drew in all Primal Origin laws that spilled from the corpses.
“Break!” With the influx of Primal Origin power and the lingering strength of the medicinal soup he’d consumed, his cultivation surged on the spot to third-level Origin Conversion.
He only took eight days to climb from eighth-level Transcendent to third-level Origin Conversion, shattering every record in Heavenly Dragon Sect history.
“How did he do it?” the sect master asked, exhaling. Not long ago, in the Book Collection Pavilion, Liu Wuxie had been at the sixth-level Transcendent. In just a handful of days, he grew beyond recognition.
The four interspatial rings fell into Liu Wuxie’s hand, and they brimmed with sixth-grade pills and the astral stones he needed most. He swallowed dozens of pills in one go and absorbed a million astral stones, pushing his cultivation higher and consolidating it within minutes.
“Leave them to me,” he said. He had just broken through and needed battle to temper his realm.
He vanished and reappeared above Duan Li’s group. With dragon claws blooming through the air, he roared, “Dragon-Grasping Hand!”
Xiao Luo’s mouth fell open. It was her first time seeing her master fight.
“Together!” Duan Li shouted. With no way out, he and his men ignited their blood essence, determined to drag Liu Wuxie down with them.
Twelve men struck at once, their combined might rising like a tidal wave to bury Liu Wuxie.
“Boy, can you handle them?” Old Blindie called, unsure of Liu Wuxie’s combat power. He’d witnessed the youth’s knowledge and felt awe, but he hadn’t seen his true strength; the realm gap left him skeptical.
“They’re nothing. Leave them to me,” Liu Wuxie said, stopping Old Blindie from intervening.
He plunged into the fray. The Dragon-Grasping Hand tore three men apart—first-level Primal Origin cultivators who couldn’t even resist.
Old Blindie stared, nearly stumbling. He rated Liu Wuxie highly, yet reality soared past expectation; Liu Wuxie slaughtered Primal Origin experts as if swatting flies.
“Dragon Subduing Tiger!”
“Dragon Slither!”
“Dragon Roaming!”
He unleashed three forms of the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms at once. Combined with the Dragon-Grasping Hand, they manifested a colossal golden dragon, tens of thousands of meters long, plunging toward the nine remaining foes.
Now that he had a cultivation method for the True Dragon Physique, his fleshly body had advanced to a terrifying level, far beyond before. He could execute the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms without restraint.
The Radiant Mirror’s image shifted to follow him. The sect master chuckled. “So Long Shan chose him as the dragon clan’s successor.”
The Radiant Mirror swelled, the projection sharpening further. Faint threads of immortal aura bled from the frame, marking it an immortal artifact without question.
Dragon fists rained from the heavens with unstoppable force. Duan Li and his men tried to dodge, but their evasions meant little beneath that storm.
When the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms wove with the Dragon-Grasping Hand, their destruction rivaled Old Blindie’s Great Disintegration Mythical Art.
“Uncle He, has Master always been this strong?” Xiao Luo whispered, eyes shining.
“Strong? More than that,” He Yingwu said, envy softening his voice. “I’ll tell you when there’s time. Becoming his disciple is the greatest blessing of your life.”
He was long past his prime; it was enough to follow Liu Wuxie and stand by his side.
Meanwhile, Liu Wuxie felled several more enemies in quick succession. Duan Li roared in rage, but he could only watch, powerless, as his men died one after another.
Liu Wuxie culled the weak first. The low-level Primal Origin cultivators lay dead, leaving Duan Li to struggle alone.
“It’s your turn,” Liu Wuxie said, dismissing the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms as he landed lightly.
A fourth-level Primal Origin opponent still posed a challenge. From the earlier exchanges, he had taken his own measure: anyone below fourth-level Primal Origin couldn’t stand against him.
“Liu Wuxie, I regret letting you escape from Ancient Orchid Star!” Duan Li snarled. He’d had a chance then, and who could have guessed that Liu Wuxie would bait them with the Calamity Wraith Array and slip away?
Their failure on Ancient Orchid Star had spread across the Laman Astral Domain, turning the Immortal Slaughter Palace into a laughingstock.
A sect with a million-year legacy suffered humiliation when a junior at the Heaven Profound Realm fooled them, and the humiliation itself became a legend.
Back then, Liu Wuxie had been only Heaven Profound, a mere finger-flick from death.
“You think you could have killed me there?” Liu Wuxie sneered. Even without schemes, he held other cards, but no one had ever cornered him enough to force him to use them.
The Heretic Blade flashed into his hand. He raised it overhead, settling into the Heaven-Severing Strike. With the True Dragon Physique, he no longer feared the backlash, and he wanted to test the strike. Moreover, he had already reached the Origin Conversion Realm.
The instant he lifted the blade, the sky changed. Dark clouds surged together, swallowing the sun.
Old Blindie’s hollow eyes reflected a flicker of shock.
The captured expert from Sky Cloud Star trembled, not at Liu Wuxie, but at the blade itself, which pressed on his spirit like a mountain.
Duan Li’s heart sank as if he’d stepped into quicksand. He couldn’t move.
The Heaven-Severing Strike sealed the heavens and locked him in place. The Radiant Mirror zoomed closer, drinking in every subtle shift of Liu Wuxie’s expression.
“What a bizarre blade—one even I can’t fully read,” the sect master muttered, frowning for the first time. The technique wasn’t the issue; the blade’s essence didn’t belong to the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain.
Old Blindie’s face grew solemn. He felt the extraordinary sharpness building in that stroke.
He Yingwu stayed steady; he had seen Liu Wuxie use this attack to cut down Deng Huaiguang.
Xiao Luo’s palms were slick with sweat. When Liu Wuxie raised the blade, she felt the laws of heaven and earth converge from every direction.
Her grandfather had told her that only experts from the Void Realm could command laws. How could Liu Wuxie do it in the Origin Conversion Realm?
“Liu Wuxie, even if you kill me, the Immortal Slaughter Palace won’t spare you!” Duan Li roared. He knew the strike would end him. He had already sent word to his sect; someone would avenge him.
“The Immortal Slaughter Palace?” Liu Wuxie’s voice dropped to iron. “I’ll visit it myself one day.”
If they had let the matter die, he wouldn’t have bothered. Since they dared to send killers, there was no reason for them to continue existing. Each word fell heavy enough to silence the world. When Liu Wuxie’s words fell, the Heretic Blade vanished into the vault of the sky.
