Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1299 - Refining Spatial Fragments
Chapter 1299 – Refining Spatial Fragments
Fire blazed in Liu Wuxie’s eyes, and murderous intent poured from the heavens. A mere cultivator at the eighth level of the Primal Origin Realm dared to speak to him with such arrogance.
“How noisy!” Liu Wuxie said. He struck first, before anyone else could act, in case word of what happened here spread. If news spread that he had crafted a complete profound talisman, the Grand Unity Sect would prepare for him. His only option was to kill all witnesses and leave none behind. The Dragon-Grasping Hand burst forth like a flood dragon surging out of the sea, splitting into hundreds of dragon claws.
“Liu Wuxie, you’re courting death!” The attack caught even the ghost and undead clans, who hadn’t acted against him.
Everyone moved at once, unleashing dazzling techniques to meet the incoming onslaught. The collision shook the entire mountain. Space turned unstable again, and a new spatial abyss yawned open.
Knowing he had to end the battle quickly, before more people arrived, Liu Wuxie unleashed two mythical arts in a row. “Great Five Elemental Mythical Art! Great Frost Mythical Art!”
The moment the two mythical arts manifested, everyone’s faces changed. Those who had seen Liu Wuxie fight before were dead, so no one knew the true extent of his combat strength. A heavy premonition pressed down on them, and the urge to flee rose in their hearts.
However, the Dragon-Grasping Hand had already locked onto everyone. No matter how they tried to escape, they couldn’t evade the incoming strike and had no choice but to meet it head-on.
The true terror lay in the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art and the Great Frost Mythical Art. They were genuine mythical arts. A colossal millstone formed in the sky and locked onto all foes. The Great Frost Mythical Art struck harder still as ice spikes thrust up from the ground. Ice spikes skewered many among the ghost clan on the spot and killed them before they could manifest their ghost faces. Next, the ice spikes targeted the oceanic clan.
Witnessing Liu Wuxie control so many mythical arts alone shattered everyone’s understanding of the world.
“Boundless Ocean!”
“Converging Storm!”
“Azure Lotus Earthfire!”
“…” A cascade of Dao techniques surged together like a tidal wave and blocked Liu Wuxie’s Great Five Elemental Mythical Art. With so many experts gathered, the power they released rivaled the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm. Killing them would still take effort.
“Soul Fire!” A faint smile touched Liu Wuxie’s lips as Soul Fire shot forth and burrowed into everyone’s soul sea.
Agonized screams rippled across the battlefield and made everyone’s skin crawl. They couldn’t comprehend what kind of fire could devour a cultivator at the seventh level of the Primal Origin Realm entirely.
“Soul Spear!” Liu Wuxie roared and continued his massacre. With the strength of the desolate world, he could cast mythical arts at will, without restraint. For other cultivators, executing a single mythical art could empty them.
“Heretic Blade!” He summoned the Heretic Blade and split the sky.
“Run!” The cultivator at the eighth level of the Primal Origin Realm tumbled back in fear. Only one thought remained in his mind: run for his life. Liu Wuxie’s strength shattered his courage.
However, the blade intent had already locked onto him. He couldn’t move and could only watch the Heaven-Severing Strike descend from above. In an instant, the eighth-level Primal Origin Realm cultivator died and dissolved into a pool of blood. The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron appeared, devouring all the energy and pouring it into the desolate world.
“Demonic Purgatory Chains!” Liu Wuxie summoned demonic chains that bound the oceanic clan. No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t break free. If those outside could see what was happening inside the ancestral talisman, their eyes would have fallen out of their sockets.
“Heavenly Dragon Seal!” Liu Wuxie brought out all his trump cards to kill them as fast as possible. Dozens of spatial abysses opened in mid-air and spun up a spatial storm. He had to end the fight quickly, or he would fall into a spatial abyss himself. The Demonic Purgatory Chains bound the oceanic clan, leaving them without strength to resist, and the Heavenly Dragon Seal crushed them.
The Primal Origin Realm’s laws swelled within the desolate world. Liu Wuxie felt his cultivation reach a new peak. If he continued to devour, he believed it was only a matter of time before he broke through to the seventh level of the Origin Conversion Realm.
No one expected the battle to end this way. Cursed energy instantly eroded the faceless clan when they tried to escape. No one could get away; they had been too close to Liu Wuxie and missed the best chance to flee. The death toll piled up, and more than half were dead in the blink of an eye.
“Liu Wuxie, please don’t kill me! I was wrong! Please spare my life!” Someone fell to his knees and begged.
“Too late!” Liu Wuxie said. His eyes stayed cold. He might have considered mercy outside, but they were inside the ancestral talisman. If the Grand Unity Sect learned that he had crafted a profound talisman, he would lose the element of surprise.
With a thunderous rumble, the five elemental millstone descended and enveloped everyone remaining. Blood splashed; all of them died, and Liu Wuxie’s aura climbed again. He retrieved the interspatial rings littering the ground and left at once as shadows approached from afar. He even saw a few disciples of the Grand Unity Sect; it would be troublesome if they surrounded him. News of his obtaining dozens of golden runes had probably spread already, but at least he ensured that those who knew about his crafting a profound talisman were dead.
Crossing the boundless snowy mountain, Liu Wuxie suddenly slowed.
“So many spatial fragments!” he exclaimed, excitement lighting his face as he saw countless spatial shards hovering in the air—remnants that shattered folded space left behind. He reached out and caught one. The shard flickered in his palm. The largest was the size of an adult’s hand; the smallest, only a fingernail.
“This place is perfect for cultivating the Spatial Dao Art,” he murmured. If he refined all the spatial shards here, he had a high chance of comprehending the Great Spatial Mythical Art.
With no one around, Liu Wuxie secretly summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and fed thousands of spatial shards into it. Inside the cauldron, the shards collided and rang with a clear, pleasant chime. A demonic flame surged. The phantom of Avici Hell appeared and ground the shards down. Within the cauldron, he still hadn’t fully refined the Earth Immortal Realm law that Senior Hai had given him, even after one month.
Liu Wuxie had already cultivated the Spatial Dao Art; what he lacked were spatial laws. After absorbing so many shards, the Great Spatial Mythical Art gradually took shape, and his command over the surrounding space grew more proficient. The creator constructed the ancestral talisman with countless folding spaces. If he could comprehend the Great Spatial Mythical Art, he would shuttle through them with ease. That was why he gave up searching for more runes and chose to cultivate here.
While other cultivators scoured madly for runes, Liu Wuxie sat and focused on comprehending the Great Spatial Mythical Art. Days slipped by. No runes surfaced in this place; even if any had, others would have collected them long ago. Occasionally, several cultivators wandered into this spatial dimension and soon moved on to the next.
The space around Liu Wuxie continued to collapse like flowing water, whispering with a rustle. The signs told him the Great Spatial Mythical Art was nearing completion. Unsatisfied with its current power, he summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron again. The true might of the mythical art could manipulate space across hundreds of miles. His current Spatial Dao Art grasped only dozens of meters, and that wasn’t enough.
He devoured all the spatial shards within a radius of several thousand meters. A folded space appeared before him. He rose, and the space parted like water, clearing a path.
“Not bad. After five days of comprehension, I have finally mastered the Great Spatial Mythical Art,” Liu Wuxie murmured, a faint smile curling his lips after he devoured a large number of spatial shards. Space resonated with him now. He could even shuttle through folded space without needing to find the entrance.
He reached out. A crack opened before him. He stepped through, and the snowy mountain vanished behind him as he emerged onto green grassland inside another spatial dimension.
“Brilliant! Truly brilliant!” Liu Wuxie chuckled. With the Great Spatial Mythical Art in hand, searching for runes would be far easier. He lunged forward and flashed across dozens to hundreds of meters at a time. Space here posed no obstruction. He closed his eyes, and his divine sense spread through the dimension as he attempted to communicate with the ancestral talisman.
Each of the eight ancestral talismans had its own will. If he could communicate with this one, he could travel its internal space with ease. Though the ancestral talisman had suffered severe damage, its fire would remain. His divine sense flowed like mercury and overlapped with the ancestral talisman’s patterns. What others perceived as open space, he saw as a web of inscriptions. Spiritual runes filled the talisman’s inner world, and his divine sense soon overlapped them. Beyond the snowy mountain, he discovered many other regions rich with spatial shards.
“Runes!” His eyes snapped open as he communicated with the spiritual runes and located a golden rune.
Somewhere deep within another world, an old man’s eyes also snapped open. His gaze pierced through to White Moon Valley.
“Who’s that brat who can comprehend the ancestral talisman’s internal space?” Emperor Haoyuan murmured to himself. He detected it the moment Liu Wuxie touched the talisman’s will. He couldn’t find the will itself, but he managed to find a rune.
He folded space beneath his feet and crossed a thousand miles in the blink of an eye. A rune hovered before him. Three men fought over it. He tore through space again, vanished, and appeared directly before the golden rune. The three men stopped at once and stared at him.
“You’re courting death! Drop that rune immediately!” they yelled, and they struck out in unison.
