Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1289 - Samsara Passage
Chapter 1289 – Samsara Passage
As Vanya settled her nerves, she slipped entirely into the zone. Her control over the spiritual array sharpened until it felt seamless, displaying a unity with heaven and earth, as she had merged completely with the formation.
Terrifying waves of magical force spread across the Icebound Expanse, leaving the dozens of elves watching from afar dumbfounded.
“Has the Saintess always been that powerful? This is a blessing to our light faction,” the elves said, moved. If the Saintess ended up surviving this ordeal, they believed she would lead them to glory.
The divine race struck again and again, yet achieved nothing.
A kilometer away, the white-robed youth watched in silence. Several powerful divinekin stood beside him, not daring to breathe loudly as the murderous intent radiating from him deepened with each passing moment.
The blacksmithing event unfolded in a way that shocked everyone. Forging lost all attention as the crowd fixed on the battle. Now and then, a few hammer blows rang out, but the sounds vanished beneath the uproar.
“Build the sacrificial stage!” a commanding divinekin shouted.
More than a thousand divinekin halted, produced strange jars, and placed them around the perimeter. They were arranging their own spiritual array to break Liu Wuxie’s Icebound Expanse.
Liu Wuxie, however, remained unmoved. He continued forging, hands weaving seals as demonic flame wrapped the Scarlet Firmament Stone in mid-air, drawing out a dazzling luster.
“Let’s hope he can hold out,” Zhuge Ming said, appearing behind Elder Long at some point.
This battle concerned more than Liu Wuxie’s life and death—it carried the honor of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. What was the divine race attempting by besieging one of their disciples?
“He’ll survive!” Elder Long said firmly. Liu Wuxie had endured trials on the True Martial Continent and in the Astral Domain; he would endure this one, too.
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Within minutes, the divine race erected an arena, and the divinekin began to chant.
“The Samsara Gate! They’re planning to enter the Samsara Gate to kill him,” someone said, seeing through their plan. The divine race had grasped the Great Samsara Mythical Art and intended to use the samsara passage to infiltrate the formation.
With the passage, they could return to two days ago and kill Liu Wuxie before he could set up the array. At high mastery, the samsara passage could traverse past and future alike.
Liu Wuxie remained calm, as everything was in his grasp. He already knew the divine race had mastered the Great Samsara Mythical Art. He had therefore embedded a samsara spiritual array within the Icebound Expanse Spiritual Array.
As the chanting continued, a bizarre passage opened. Through it, everyone saw scenes from two days before, when most people had not yet reached the plains.
“What a bizarre mythical art!” many exclaimed. If such a technique existed, could one not command life and death?
However, the Great Samsara Mythical Art had a fatal drawback: it could revive an individual only once. Once someone had severed the samsara passage, no number of attempts would matter.
Vanya’s expression finally changed. The samsara passage was too inconceivable; she had never faced anything like it. Worse, the passage could let the divine race step directly into the array before the formation existed two days ago.
Deep within the passage, Liu Wuxie was busy sorting his materials when he suddenly stood up with a strange smile playing at his lips. Many felt a foreboding chill the moment they saw it, but they could not say why.
Had he calculated this two days ago? The thought felt unbelievable.
Once the samsara passage stabilized, divinekin began entering. The passage functioned like a time teleportation array, sending them back two days ago.
Hundreds of divinekin stepped through in a blink, and roughly half were at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm. If they still failed to kill Liu Wuxie with such a lineup, they would have no face to continue the assault.
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Outside the White Moon Valley, Elder Long’s heart leaped to his throat, and Zhuge Ming showed the same worry. The Great Samsara Mythical Art was unfathomable, and the divine race had burned immense energy to open it.
Watching divinekins stream into the passage, Vanya grew anxious. The formation instructions Liu Wuxie taught her contained no solution to this incident.
Outside the spiritual array, other divinekin maintained their chant to stabilize the passage. If it shattered, every divinekin inside would be lost.
The crowd’s nerves frayed; hearts pounded. None of them had witnessed anything like this.
“How many years has it been since the Great Samsara Mythical Art last appeared? Now that it appeared again, blood and storms are about to engulf the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain once more,” murmured many old antiques standing upon Quasi-Immortal Artifacts.
They all sensed that the divine race’s emergence boded disaster. It was never good news when people who had lain low for tens of thousands of years rose again.
Hundreds of thousands of eyes locked onto the samsara passage, including the white-robed youth’s.
The hundred-odd experts inside drew closer to Liu Wuxie. They had traveled through time and space, arriving two days prior, when Liu Wuxie crushed an astral stone and channeled its spiritual energy into an array flag.
As they stepped out of the passage, a bizarre scene unfolded. Liu Wuxie from two days ago vanished, and only a shadow remained.
“This is bad!” the white-robed youth exclaimed.
It was a terrible sign—Liu Wuxie had severed the samsara passage. Yet, it was too late to react. The channel trembled violently, trapping every divinekin inside with no exit. Before everyone’s eyes, the samsara passage closed and disappeared as though it had never existed.
The samsara passage swallowed the divinekin who entered, and no one knew where they were.
Silence fell across the plains, and even the spectators outside the White Moon Valley held their breath. No one spoke. Even Heaven Gaze Realm cultivators could not grasp what had just happened.
It was as if nothing had occurred, and Liu Wuxie was still calmly forging!
Liu Wuxie projected the figure from two days prior as a phantom using samsara power. From the start, the divinekins had never truly opened the passage. What they saw was only an illusion.
The actual samsara passage could do more than return to two days ago. It could alter the entire formation.
“This is impossible! The samsara passage is already open! How could it close all of a sudden?” Many divinekin could not comprehend it. They broke off their chants and watched their companions perish. Around them, other races stared, equally stunned.
“He’s full of mysteries. The spiritual array seems to contain samsara power, and he deliberately waited for the divinekins to make the first move,” some observers said, seeing through parts of Liu Wuxie’s plan. He had clearly accounted for this when he set the array.
Discussion rippled on all sides, and even the Immortal Slaying Domain stirred in the sky, but no one noticed, as every eye remained fixed on Liu Wuxie.
Repeated tempering had nearly readied the Scarlet Firmament Stone. Next, he purified the other materials; he had to temper everything before he could proceed. Then time itself seemed to pause.
The divine race halted their attacks. Those forging nearby stopped as well. No one had ever seen the divine race lose so many people at once.
“What a pity for all the potential Divine Fruits,” Liu Wuxie lamented, setting the Scarlet Firmament Stone aside.
Had he refined all those divinekins, his divine force would have soared to an unbelievable height. The Divine Fruits could have even opened his third or fourth divine gates, lifting his mythical arts to a new realm. As for the divinekins who entered the passage, they were now lost in the samsara world.
All divinekin turned toward the white-robed youth, waiting for his command.
He waved, and the divine race withdrew to a distance of fifty meters. Then, he stepped before the Icebound Expanse and stared at Liu Wuxie as if he could pierce the veil and see through him.
Only a barrier stood between them.
“I have underestimated you,” the white-robed youth admitted.
For the first time, Liu Wuxie turned to face him. He had known all along that the youth had come, but pretended not to notice. When their eyes met, Liu Wuxie remained silent. This was not their first encounter; he had seen the youth’s projection days before. Now, he narrowed his eyes—the youth’s divine bloodline was stronger than he had imagined.
“There will be a battle between us sooner or later, but not now,” Liu Wuxie said.
The sight of the white-robed youth awakened his fighting spirit. Only such an opponent could draw out all the potential in his body. For the moment, he would use the Myriad Race Ceremony to secure resources. Only then would he hold the qualifications to negotiate with the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
“I’ll be waiting,” the white-robed youth said, his own fighting spirit ignited.
“One year from now, we will decide it with a life-and-death battle atop Blood Purgatory Summit,” Liu Wuxie said. He set the deadline because he did not want the divine race to trouble him in the meantime, and he had many tasks ahead.
If they were to interfere, everything would become harder for him. However, he was confident he could settle matters within a year at most—saving Han Feizi and establishing the interstellar teleportation array.
“Very well,” the white-robed youth replied, accepting the challenge.
Hundreds of thousands of witnesses watched this moment. Word of the duel would soon sweep through the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain.
“Is he insane? He dares to challenge the divine son?”
Liu Wuxie hadn’t recognized the white-robed youth, but the same couldn’t be said for everyone else. Several races maintained close ties with the divine race, and they knew he was not an ordinary divinekin; he was the divine son. His status in the divine race mirrored that of the elven saintess.
In the divine race, the title of “divine son” denoted a god’s son.
