Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1301 - Seventh-Level Origin Conversion Realm
Chapter 1301 – Seventh-Level Origin Conversion Realm
They spared nothing in their path as Liu Wuxie led the three giants on a sweeping raid. In just a few days, Liu Wuxie had obtained another seven or eight runes, and A’Lei could barely contain his excitement at the sight.
Though they encountered people who tried to snatch the runes, A’Lei sent each attacker flying away.
The giants were fearless against any race except the dwarves, their natural enemies. When the giants threw a punch, the force could even shatter space itself.
Liu Wuxie estimated that they had been in the ancestral talisman for more than twenty days and that the event was nearing its end. He hadn’t been idle during that time, devouring tens of thousands of spatial shards to strengthen his Great Spatial Mythical Art.
Now, he could traverse space with the three giants.
“A’Lei, I’m going to start crafting the profound talisman. I’ll need you three to keep watch for me and allow no one near me,” Liu Wuxie said. With five days left until the event’s conclusion, he decided to stop hunting for more runes.
The runes he had gathered would allow him to craft two profound talismans. He planned to feed any extra runes into the desolate world, as each rune contained the ancestral talisman’s power.
“Don’t worry about it; leave it to us,” A’Lei said, patting his chest. Liu Wuxie had performed too many miracles over the past few days for the giants not to respect him. Liu Wuxie felt the same for them. Their simplicity and pure hearts made others trust them without condition.
Cultivators were still searching for runes in the ancestral talisman, and those who failed resorted to robbing others to save time.
Liu Wuxie had encountered several such robbery attempts, including one by a ninth-level Primal Origin Realm cultivator, whom he killed with the help of the giants.
For safety, Liu Wuxie set up a spiritual array and cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art before he began crafting.
A fifty-meter radius became his personal territory, forbidding anyone from stepping inside. The power of the Great Spatial Mythical Art would crush anyone who tried to intrude.
Once everything was ready, Liu Wuxie swiped his hand across the air and began crafting the profound talisman.
The giants watched with avid curiosity, eager to see how Liu Wuxie had crafted such a talisman. Liu Wuxie, who had already crafted one before, worked more proficiently this time.
Instead of the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman, he decided to craft an ordinary profound talisman. After all, success depended on whether it received the ancestral talisman’s acknowledgment.
Each seal Liu Wuxie formed was profound, and the three giants could hardly keep up with him. They had seen humans craft profound talismans in the past, but nothing like this.
“What a strange talisman crafting technique,” A’Ya remarked, staring at Liu Wuxie with envy.
Over the past few days, the giants helped Liu Wuxie collect the runes, and in return, he guided them in body refinement. The giants had profited significantly, even giving birth to a wisp of true essence in their dantians.
Liu Wuxie had modified their bodies to store true essence, compressing it into vortices to increase their combat strength.
“Brother Liu is no ordinary man. He has a real shot at taking first place in this event,” A’Lei said, his optimism growing. The first event had already proven Liu Wuxie’s ability. Who could have expected a cultivator at the fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm to crush everyone and kill so many experts?
Liu Wuxie’s speed increased, and in just half a day, a complete, profound talisman appeared before him. Of course, he didn’t stop there. He continued to form seals, injecting surrounding tattered runes into the talisman, further shocking the giants.
The profound talisman had already received the ancestral talisman’s acknowledgment, or the tattered runes wouldn’t have merged into it.
The surrounding tattered runes treated the profound talisman Liu Wuxie crafted as their main body, as it contained the will of the ancestral talisman.
By late afternoon, Liu Wuxie finally finished crafting the profound talisman. He looked at his creation and nodded in satisfaction. The event hadn’t ended yet, and they would need to go outside to inject the profound talisman into the ancestral talisman and see their scores.
In just one day, A’Lei had killed over fifty people who attempted to harass Liu Wuxie and seize his runes. Though a few managed to slip past the giants and come within fifty meters of Liu Wuxie, the Great Spatial Mythical Art immediately crushed them to death.
Tides of Primal Origin Realm laws poured into Liu Wuxie, and he absorbed five or six runes, making him feel that he was on the brink of another breakthrough in his cultivation.
The corpses of those the three giants had killed began to wither as their laws streamed into the desolate world. This sight made the giants’ eyes twitch. They had never seen such a terrifying cultivation method before.
“Good thing we’re Brother Liu’s friends. I wouldn’t dare to imagine it if we became his enemies,” A’Li murmured. The other two giants nodded in agreement.
After killing so many people, Liu Wuxie obtained twenty million astral stones and over three million Pure Yang Pills.
Additionally, he had harvested two seventh-grade spiritual pills and hundreds of sixth-grade spiritual pills. He had already developed a resistance to spiritual pills, so taking one seventh-grade pill alone would probably not help him make a breakthrough.
Throwing the two seventh-grade spiritual pills into his mouth, he detonated one hundred thousand Pure Yang Pills. A terrifying surge of pure yang energy flooded him, and his aura began to climb.
The first to third levels represented the initial phase, while the fourth to sixth levels represented the intermediate phase. Reaching the seventh level of the Origin Conversion Realm meant Liu Wuxie had stepped into the late phase, and his cultivation underwent a drastic transformation.
Under the impact of the seventh-grade spiritual pills and Pure Yang Pills, a loud rumble echoed from the desolate world as his true essence exploded outward, transforming into a golden divine dragon that coiled above Liu Wuxie’s head.
The scene was terrifying, and no one could believe that someone at the Origin Conversion Realm could release such a massive surge of true essence. Even a ninth-level Primal Origin Realm cultivator would pale in comparison to Liu Wuxie.
A hundred million astral stones vanished and turned into liquefied spiritual energy that surged toward the gateway to the seventh level of the Origin Conversion Realm. Even an immortal gate couldn’t withstand such a violent burst of energy.
When the gateway cleared, a violent gale swept around Liu Wuxie as a terrifying spatial abyss appeared, threatening to devour him.
The laws within the tattered runes in the air flowed into Liu Wuxie, affixing themselves to his flesh as he received the baptism of the ancestral talisman. His physique grew stronger with every moment, and he could no longer gauge its current limits.
He circulated the True Dragon Physique cultivation technique to speed up the absorption of the tattered runes. A massive number of runes flowed into the desolate world, clinging to the crystalline wall and giving it an ancient feel.
The ancestral talisman came into being at the beginning of heaven and earth and brimmed with primeval force.
Liu Wuxie suspected that the world was once called “desolate world,” but he wasn’t sure. Since the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron came into being, it had to connect to the desolate world.
“What a fearsome rate of consumption. Could Brother Liu’s physique be stronger than ours?” A’Lei murmured, shaken by the aura emanating from Liu Wuxie.
A’Li and A’Ya could only respond with wry smiles. People knew the giant clan for their powerful physiques, but a human had actually surpassed them.
With Liu Wuxie’s breakthrough to the seventh level of the Origin Conversion Realm, his desolate world expanded again through the modification provided to him by the tattered runes. Now, it could accommodate even more true essence, which flowed like a tidal wave, ready to devour everything it touched.
Another one hundred thousand Pure Yang Pills vanished and turned into pure yang energy, but they still failed to fill the desolate world.
After reaching the Void Realm, cultivators rarely used astral stones for cultivation due to the impurities within them.
By the following noon, Liu Wuxie completed his breakthrough. When he stood up, a crackle echoed from within him, and dragons as well as tigers roared at the same time. The scene was dreadful, and the surrounding space began to collapse, unable to withstand the pressure of his aura.
When a spatial abyss appeared, Liu Wuxie reached out and tore it open. The display made the three giants recoil in fear as the spatial abyss had reached an unimaginable size.
He threw a punch, and the spatial abyss before him collapsed into a black vortex that stubbornly refused to heal. The three giants hissed in unison. Only giants were capable of shattering space with brute force, but Liu Wuxie had done it with ease.
Looking at the commotion he had caused, Liu Wuxie was satisfied. With the strength of his true essence, he could even put up a fight against opponents at the ninth level of the Primal Origin Realm. Paired with the Great Spatial Mythical Art, cultivators at that level probably couldn’t stand a chance against him.
“Young Master Liu, congratulations on your breakthrough,” the three giants said as they approached Liu Wuxie.
“Thank you for guarding me,” Liu Wuxie said, cupping his fists to the three giants. Without them, things would have been much more troublesome. After all, over fifty to sixty people had tried to harass him in the past two days.
“Don’t stand on ceremony,” A’Lei replied, waving his hand. But shortly after, fighting spirit surged from his body.
“A’Lei, what are you trying to do?!” A’Li yelled, stepping forward to stop him.
“I want to test Brother Liu’s current strength,” A’Lei said with a chuckle. The power Liu Wuxie had unleashed stirred his fighting spirit, and he wanted to challenge him.
“I was thinking the same,” Liu Wuxie said. He had also planned to test his strength against A’Lei, even without the latter’s suggestion.
The two squared off, and Liu Wuxie rose into the sky. His true essence formed into a divine dragon, lifting him.
“Brother Liu, be careful. I will only use fifty percent of my strength,” A’Lei warned, and then he threw a punch. The moment he made his move, the sky darkened, the ground trembled, and the surrounding space shattered under the pressure.
It was a magnificent sight, especially since A’Lei had used only fifty percent of his strength. He couldn’t imagine the power he would unleash with his full strength.
He could probably kill even a ninth-level Primal Origin Realm cultivator with a single strike.
Liu Wuxie narrowed his eyes and raised his right fist. The desolate world rumbled, and boundless energy coursed through his arms like a divine dragon bursting from its lair.
A’Lei’s fist reached Liu Wuxie like a bolt of lightning, and Liu Wuxie charged toward it like a golden divine dragon. The moment the two forces collided, a cataclysmic explosion occurred, making the three giants cover their ears.
Shortly afterward, a shockwave swept across the land.
