Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1281 - Divine Bloodline
Chapter 1281 – Divine Bloodline
Night had already fallen when Liu Wuxie stopped and looked around. For the first time, doubt pressed in on him, and he couldn’t tell whether his solution could save the elven saintess.
The members of the divine race had always been the ones seeking him out. This time, however, it was the other way around. He executed his footwork technique and sped into the distance.
“Ancestral Tree, come out!” Liu Wuxie said.
He had run out of solutions and could only summon the Ancestral Tree, using its aura to draw the divine race over. The mountain range stretched too vast; if he kept searching like this, he would probably not find any divinekin for days.
Summoning the Ancestral Tree was probably not the best method, but it proved to be the most effective one.
The Ancestral Tree appeared and answered. The tree swayed continuously, signaling activity from the divine race a thousand miles away. Liu Wuxie stood quietly at the mountaintop and waited for them to arrive.
Strangely, they stopped at a distance. Suspicion took hold among them that he had revealed the Ancestral Tree’s aura on purpose to lure them in. When things became abnormal, a trap usually waited ahead. The divine race possessed high intelligence and a deeply suspicious nature.
He knew they wouldn’t approach rashly as long as they couldn’t be sure about traps. He smiled bitterly because his method proved too effective, drawing a large number of divinekin while also making them wary.
They lingered far away, likely waiting for more divinekin to gather.
Liu Wuxie knew he couldn’t wait. If hundreds of divinekin arrived, the one who would die would be him. He had to move before they massed, end the fight quickly, kill a few, and save the elven saintess.
He had deliberately moved ten thousand miles from the cave and taken care not to leave any trace. He locked onto a region where the divine aura felt weaker, and within it, several familiar auras pricked at his memory. Curiosity rose. He had to investigate the source of that familiarity.
He executed his footwork technique and streaked through the sky like a comet, a long shadow trailing behind him. He crossed a thousand miles in fifteen minutes, and the sense of familiarity only grew stronger.
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“It’s the Ancestral Tree’s aura!” five divinekin exclaimed. They immediately locked onto a direction, sensing the aura racing toward them.
“Not good! It’s that brat! Retreat and contact the others,” the five divinekin said. They sensed something amiss and promptly fled, unwilling to meet Liu Wuxie head-on.
“This is strange. Why are the divinekins running away?” Liu Wuxie frowned.
Typically, the divinekins would come straight for him after sensing the Ancestral Tree’s aura, but their flight baffled him. As the distance shrank, he no longer had a choice.
The other direction would take longer, while these five lay only a few hundred meters away. He increased his speed, executed the Divine Dragon Phantom, and shuttled through the sky.
Relying on his footwork, Liu Wuxie achieved short-term flight and instantly narrowed the gap. The five divinekins accelerated as well, leaving him even more puzzled.
He had never encountered this situation and could only uncover the truth by catching them. Danger didn’t matter to him right now. He only wanted to kill divinekins, even if it meant crossing a mountain of blades or a sea of fire.
Fifteen minutes later, five figures entered his field of vision.
“This is weird. Why do they look so familiar?” Liu Wuxie asked. Doubt deepened in his eyes. From thousands of meters away, the familiarity nagged at him. He couldn’t put it into words, but he had a strong feeling he had seen them somewhere.
He summoned the Heretic Blade, shot through space in one burst, and intercepted the five. He seized the opportunity to perform several flickers with the Spatial Dao Art, moving even faster than before. He halted abruptly, and shock flashed across his face as he stared at them.
“You people aren’t dead?” Liu Wuxie asked. He stood speechless. He had personally slain them, yet they now stood before him unscathed. He couldn’t comprehend what had happened or how they lived.
“Why do you have to keep pestering us?” the leading divinekin asked. Helplessness colored his voice. They had been contacting other divinekins to join forces, had already gathered many into a large group, and were preparing to rendezvous with another. But they hadn’t expected to run into Liu Wuxie here.
“The power of samsara revived you all!” Liu Wuxie said. His expression turned grave. He realized he had underestimated the might of the Great Samsara Mythical Art, which could revive the dead.
“Brat, I advise you not to oppose our divine race and surrender yourself,” said the leading divinekin, but his tone wasn’t as forceful as before. He was clearly trying to bolster his own courage.
“I’m curious to see if you people can continue to revive again,” Liu Wuxie said with a smile tugging at his lips. After figuring out how these people were alive, he was no longer as shocked as before. He knew there was a price to pay when using the Great Samsara Mythical Art to revive someone.
Reviving them once already pushed the limit. If he killed them again, the samsara passage would be severed entirely.
The five divinekin panicked and fled in five directions after hearing that Liu Wuxie intended to kill them again. However, Liu Wuxie naturally wouldn’t allow them to escape. Fear drove the five divinekin out of their wits, and they dared not fight him head-on.
Liu Wuxie had already killed them once, shattering their will, and their legs trembled at the mere sight of him.
“Dragon-Grasping Hand!” he roared. He didn’t hesitate to execute the Dragon-Grasping Hand; five dragon claws took form and reached out at the five.
Under the dragon claws’ crushing force, he seized control of the five divinekin after they ran for barely five hundred meters. With a grasp, he dragged the five divinekin back before him.
As the dragon claw tightened, the divinekin’s body exploded. The Ancestral Tree appeared and instantly absorbed the corpse, turning it into a Divine Fruit. This time, the Divine Fruit differed from before; a faint current of samsara power flowed across its surface.
“This is some good stuff,” Liu Wuxie rejoiced inwardly.
After their revival, a wisp of samsara power lingered in their bodies, perfect for helping him comprehend the Great Samsara Mythical Art.
The remaining dragon claws continued to tighten, and before the other four could beg for mercy, he crushed them as well. Four more Divine Fruits ripened on the Ancestral Tree. He dared not refine them on the spot, as he needed them to save the elven race’s saintess.
A giant axe descended from the sky before he could catch his breath.
“This is bad!” Liu Wuxie murmured.
He retreated quickly. With a thunderous crash, the axe cleaved a ravine that stretched for thousands of meters. Yet it was only an imprint, not an actual weapon.
“It’s the divine race again!” Liu Wuxie murmured.
Divine aura clung to the strike; they had found him and launched an attack across the distance. The axe slowly dissipated, transforming into the shadow of a divinekin.
“So, you’re the one who bears the Ancestral Tree,” said the young divinekin.
He released a torrential aura at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm, a cultivation comparable to the Quasi-Void Realm. Despite the vast distance, he examined Liu Wuxie and spoke as if face-to-face.
“You possess the divine bloodline! If I’m not wrong, you’re a true direct descendant of the divine race,” Liu Wuxie said. He kept his tone calm and his face unreadable.
The divine race followed a strict hierarchy, and the five whom Liu Wuxie had killed were ordinary clansmen. The actual divine race bore the divine bloodline and held a supreme, exalted status. Just as the dragon clan ruled the beast clan by virtue of noble blood, so too did the divine race rule its kind.
“Who are you, and how do you know about the divine bloodline? There aren’t many old antiques who know about them in the Aastral Domain,” the youth asked, his expression turned grim.
Liu Wuxie appeared to be in his twenties, which baffled him. The young divinekin even wondered if Liu Wuxie was a disciple of some old antique.
“We’ll meet again in the future,” Liu Wuxie said. He ignored the youth and left. The energy of the giant axe ebbed, and the young divinekin’s shadow thinned to nothing.
A million miles away, a white-robed young divinekin stood imposing and resplendent. Thousands of divinekin surrounded him, not daring to breathe loudly.
“Brat, I’ve remembered you!” the white-robed divinekin said. He waved his hand, and all the kneeling divinekins rose to their feet, each pouring out a terrifying aura from their bodies. Many among them had reached the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm, yet none dared breathe loudly before the white-robed divinekin.
“Young Master, what happened?” a divinekin asked carefully, stepping forward.
“Mobilize everyone to hunt him down at full force!” the youth said. He wiped his finger across the air, and a figure hovered in the air, projecting Liu Wuxie’s appearance.
“Yes!” all the divinekins responded. They received the order and scattered out to search for Liu Wuxie’s whereabouts. But when they arrived at the battlefield the next day, Liu Wuxie had already vanished without a trace.
For safety reasons, Liu Wuxie decided to hunt a few more divinekin, worried that the five Divine Fruits were probably not enough to treat the elven saintess. He searched for another day and ran into seven divinekin, one of them even at the seventh-level Primal Origin Realm. Despite that, Liu Wuxie still killed him.
Over the next two days, Elder Long’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he didn’t rest for a single moment.
“What is he trying to do?” Elder Long muttered. It was too risky for Liu Wuxie to take the initiative to hunt the divine race. Though Liu Wuxie now had the Scarlet Firmament Stone, he still lacked a few auxiliary materials. Time was running short, and he had to gather them fast.
After gathering twelve Divine Fruits, Liu Wuxie finally nodded in satisfaction. As long as he didn’t encounter a large group of divinekins at once, he wouldn’t have to worry too much. He retraced his steps and strove to return to the cave before nightfall.
“Saintess, you have to hold on!” he murmured. The pill’s energy faded over time along with the saintess’s aura, causing the elven girl beside her to weep again.
Four hours later, the cave finally came into view.
However, two members of the faceless clan hovered outside the entrance.
The faceless clan was extremely sensitive to the elven race’s aura; even with spiritual arrays in place, they could still sense its presence.
After all, the faceless clan prized elves’ bodies as an excellent tonic. The two races had been fighting for many years, mainly because the faceless clan regarded the elven race as their nemesis. That fact alone had made the faceless clan decide that they couldn’t allow the elven race to exist in the world.
