Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1264 - Fourth-Level Origin Conversion Realm
Chapter 1264 – Fourth-Level Origin Conversion Realm
The white hand appeared out of nowhere, piercing time and space. Only someone with a very high cultivation could achieve such a feat, and no one knew who had saved Liu Wuxie.
The shockwave hurled Liu Wuxie across the hall and slammed him into the ground. Old Blindie rushed in, caught him before he slid further, and shoved a pill between his lips. In his current state, if Liu Wuxie couldn’t receive immediate treatment, his injuries would cripple his cultivation.
Liu Wuxie circulated the Desolate Devouring Art. Nearly a thousand Pure Yang Pills detonated at once, melting into liquid essence that poured into his desolate world. Each pill carried a vast charge of pure yang energy and a strand of an immortal rune.
He had extracted that energy from the lesser realm the night before and refined more than twenty thousand pills—half of which he burned in that single instant.
The Pure Yang Pills nourished his inner world, stopping its collapse. True essence surged back through his meridians, stitching his injuries. Enduring the oppression of a Heaven Gaze Realm expert, he even felt his physique tempered and growing stronger.
The white palm didn’t stop after driving the black figure back. It struck again, terrifying immortal runes woven through the blow. Liu Wuxie sensed a hint of immortal energy riding that strike, proof that the owner of the hand had begun to comprehend the Immortal Realm.
“Hua Feiyu, I didn’t expect you to intervene,” the black figure sneered. His body swelled into a colossal hand as the two palms met in mid-air. The clash alone could have erased the courtyard; the aftershock was fierce enough to kill Liu Wuxie, Old Blindie, and He Yingwu dozens of times over.
“This is the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s territory. You don’t get to run wild here.” A voice rang out as the white palm shifted from a radiant silhouette into a lotus and back again. Waves from their first exchange tore through nearby buildings.
“We leave. Now!” Liu Wuxie growled. They had to move while the white hand was buying them time.
The three sprinted for the secret passage. Before they crossed the threshold, the black figure chopped down another palm, aiming to let the aftershock finish Liu Wuxie.
The white hand flashed across the sky and met the blow head-on. A thunderous detonation followed. The courtyard vanished from the map of Mount Dragon City; everything within a radius of nearly ten thousand meters turned to ash.
The growing commotion forced the lurkers to flee. If not, the blast would have taken the lives of countless innocent people.
Just as Liu Wuxie’s group reached the entrance, the shockwave caught them and flung them deeper into the tunnel. Blood burst from their lips; their faces turned ashen. He Yingwu fainted on the spot.
Old Blindie scooped He Yingwu over his shoulder and pushed forward beside Liu Wuxie, both of them hunched against the gale. They had no time to heal because survival was their top priority.
The aftershocks swept the city like a hurricane. Mount Dragon City jolted awake. In seconds, more than five Earth Immortal Realm experts rose into the air and hovered above the smoking crater.
“A battle between experts at the Heaven Gaze Realm!” an Earth Immortal Realm cultivator exclaimed.
Word of the mysterious courtyard had already spread, and now, the black-and-white palms had left their scars for all to see.
Using the darkness for cover, Liu Wuxie’s group slipped out of the secret passage and fled without looking back.
Experts flooded the obliterated grounds, voices layering over the ruins.
“What happened? Who fought here?” Hundreds of Void Realm experts arrived, and the upper echelons of the Heavenly Dragon Sect joined them.
“A clash between Heaven Gaze Realm experts. Who is this Primordial Elder to draw so many and to make them fight here?” the Earth Immortal Realm cultivators murmured. Many had never visited the courtyard and knew only the rumors.
The crowd thickened through the night. More than fifty Earth Immortal Realm experts hovered over the flattened expanse, an unprecedented scene. In an instant, Mount Dragon City became the focus of the Indigo Bamboo Star.
Shadows hid Liu Wuxie’s group as they returned to Old Blindie’s residence. Xiao Luo hadn’t closed her eyes all night, staring toward the distant battlefield as shockwaves rolled through the city.
“Grandfather, what happened to you?!” Xiao Luo cried out, looking to be on the verge of tears when she saw the three of them soaked in blood.
“Shut the gates. No one is allowed to come in,” Old Blindie ordered. He laid He Yingwu down and began treatment on the spot.
Of the three, He Yingwu suffered the worst, then Liu Wuxie. Old Blindie escaped with the lightest wounds by virtue of his higher cultivation.
“Master, are you all right?” Xiao Luo asked.
“I’m fine,” Liu Wuxie said, steadying her with a glance. He crossed his legs and circulated the Desolate Devouring Art, drawing the surrounding spiritual energy to knit his flesh and bones.
The Pure Yang Pills accelerated his recovery; his wounds sealed fast, leaving him nearly whole. His thoughts, however, circled the night’s events.
The black figure’s sudden attack, the white hand’s intervention—threads of a web he couldn’t yet see. A stranger had stormed the courtyard intent on killing them, and his murderous intent spiked the moment he recognized Liu Wuxie’s identity.
And the white hand—who was Hua Feiyu? Liu Wuxie had never heard that name. Why help him? Had he drawn the black figure by purging the Heavenly Silk Ant?
He rubbed his temples against the fog in his head. By morning, all three had stabilized; even He Yingwu blinked awake.
Fear lingered on every face, including Old Blindie’s. He had wandered fearlessly his entire life, but last night’s brush with death chilled him to the marrow.
“Don’t leave the courtyard for a while. Focus on recovery,” Liu Wuxie said. He would hole up here for some time. People already knew his identity, and no one could guarantee that the black figure had left Mount Dragon City. If he showed himself now, trouble would multiply.
They all nodded.
The one-month deadline pressed close. Liu Wuxie meant to use the remaining days to consolidate his gains. In his room, he drew out an interspatial pouch and placed a fireball and a stone he had sealed on the table.
The seals choked all fluctuations. Neither item leaked any trace of energy.
“This is the Divine Earth Essence,” he murmured, startled that the black figure had parted with such a treasure. He unbound the laws around the fireball—and a blast of terrifying flame roared out, nearly igniting the room.
“The Oceanheart Iceflame,” he breathed, stunned again. These two elemental treasures surpassed the three he’d gathered before.
“Good. With these, I can push to the fourth level of the Origin Conversion Realm and master the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art,” he said, and he announced his seclusion for the next few days.
Rumors churned across Mount Dragon City. Some claimed the Primordial Elder had died; he hadn’t appeared since the battle. No one mentioned Liu Wuxie by name. It seemed the black figure had kept that secret.
He had to keep that a secret, as revealing Liu Wuxie would expose him as well.
Days slid by, the uproar unbroken, especially over the white hand, a godlike stroke from nowhere. No one knew its source.
On the third day, a terrifying aura surged from Liu Wuxie’s room.
Old Blindie and He Yingwu flashed to the courtyard and traded a look, shock mirrored in both sets of eyes.
A five-colored divine dragon unfurled above the roof, its body woven from the five elements. It shifted, becoming a giant palm like a sky-wide millstone.
“What a fearsome Great Five Elemental Mythical Art!” Old Blindie cried, staggering at the sight. He’d known Liu Wuxie aimed for that art; seeing Liu Wuxie bring it to life before him left him in shock.
The dragon dissolved into vapor and sank back into the room—the mark of a technique that had taken shape.
Liu Wuxie had laced a wisp of divine dragon aura into the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, amplifying it beyond the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms. Only when all nine forms united into the Great Heavenly Dragon Mythical Art could they compare to it.
The surge from his breakthrough to the fourth-level Origin Conversion Realm nearly blew the roof free. He burned through the last of the Pure Yang Pills; cracks veined the windows.
“Master is so powerful!” Xiao Luo gasped, jaw slack. She had seen cultivators at the fourth level of the Origin Conversion Realm, but none with a presence like his. His aura alone rivaled the lower tiers of the Primal Origin Realm.
He Yingwu, mostly healed, sat quietly in the courtyard. His face didn’t change; Liu Wuxie’s miracles had numbed him.
Inside the room, the very air buckled with each breath Liu Wuxie drew. Countless laws coursed within him as hundreds of thousands of Origin Conversion Realm laws spiraled above his head. His desolate world swelled, sprouting a hint of immortal energy that gave that world a different feel.
Dense runes blossomed across the crystalline wall girding that world, and each rune bore immortal script. Even a Void Realm cultivator could not break it now.
“Five elemental cycles,” Liu Wuxie intoned. Bridges of the five elements arched between his internal organs, closing into an endless cycle. This was the greatest gift of the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art—true essence flowing smooth as a river in flood.
When his true essence returned to his body, the surrounding spiritual energy vanished, and a massive black hole opened before him.
“Fourth level of the Origin Conversion Realm,” Liu Wuxie said as his eyes snapped open—steady, calm, and without a ripple.
