Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1303 - Golden Opportunity
Chapter 1303 – Golden Opportunity
After locating Vanya, Liu Wuxie tore the fabric of space and stepped through. The three giants slipped in behind him, already used to his way of travel. The elves paused only a heartbeat before committing as well.
Xiao Lan and the others didn’t know which spatial dimension held Vanya, so they chose the only path left to follow Liu Wuxie.
“Where did Liu Wuxie go?” Onlookers stared in confusion. They always moved between spatial dimensions through marked entrances and exits, yet Liu Wuxie simply crossed the void, an act they found to be quite inconceivable.
“He probably slipped to the next spatial dimension,” someone guessed, and the crowd broke apart to hunt for an entrance.
On a vast plain, nearly five hundred Grand Unity Sect experts had assembled, and more spread across other spatial dimensions, unaware of what had unfolded here.
“Senior Brother Mo Hong, what if Liu Wuxie still has no idea? Won’t we have wasted our time here?” a disciple asked. They had been waiting for three days, yet they found not even a trace of him so far. The ancestral talisman’s inner space was boundless, so no one knew Liu Wuxie’s location.
At this rate, they could end up missing him during the event.
“Keep waiting,” Mo Hong said. Since completing his profound talisman, he had remained on his meditation mat, simmering over the humiliation of letting the first event’s champion slip through his fingers.
Many races clustered at a distance, watching but wary of drawing near. With two days left before the talisman event ended, plenty had already finished their profound talismans and lingered here to pass the time. Anyone passing by would paus to look over.
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Liu Wuxie threaded several spatial rifts and reached the designated dimension fifteen minutes later. Space rippled as he emerged from the tear with the giants and the elves.
“This is the place,” Xiao Lan said, recognizing the familiar spatial laws. This was the battlefield where they had clashed with the Grand Unity Sect.
“I’ll save her. All of you, stay at least ten thousand meters back,” Liu Wuxie said, turning to the giants and the elves. He could finally employ the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman. Once he detonated it, it would scour everything within a ten-thousand-meter radius, and the blast would sweep up anyone too close.
“Young Master Liu, we can fight beside you,” several male elves said, eager to help.
A’Lei nodded too. If they were to join the fray, they could pin down many enemies.
“Do you trust me?” Liu Wuxie asked, meeting A’Lei’s and Xiao Lan’s eyes.
“I do,” A’Lei said. He had already witnessed Liu Wuxie’s strength firsthand.
“Since you trust me, do exactly as I say,” Liu Wuxie said, leaving no room for debate. Even he was unaware of the talisman’s upper limit, so keeping them far away remained the safest choice.
After a brief hesitation, everyone nodded. Liu Wuxie looked toward the distant site where they held Vanya. The farther his allies stayed, the safer they would be when the talisman detonated.
Several figures stepped out of an entrance and froze at the sight of him.
“Liu Wuxie, what a surprise,” Yi Shuifeng said with a sinister smirk. He still burned over Liu Wuxie’s earlier escape; he had scoured dozens of spatial dimensions and found nothing.
“Get lost if you don’t want to die,” Liu Wuxie said. He focused on rescuing Vanya and refused to spare Yi Shuifeng a thought. The indifference only fed Yi Shuifeng’s fury, and he lunged with the Storm-Breaking Spear.
Yi Shuifeng ignored A’Lei and the others. Giants lacked speed, so he slid past them and drove straight for Liu Wuxie.
“You’re courting death,” Liu Wuxie said as murderous intent surged like a storm and swallowed Yi Shuifeng. He cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art, freezing the Storm-Breaking Spear mid-thrust. Yi Shuifeng’s face soured. Liu Wuxie’s power had improved by leaps and bounds in only half a month.
Liu Wuxie pressed forward and followed with the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, forcing another grim shift in Yi Shuifeng’s expression.
During the spatial storm, Liu Wuxie had fled because of the crowd, but this time was different. Moreover, he still needed a serious fight to consolidate his cultivation at the seventh level of the Origin Conversion Realm.
The Dragon-Grasping Hand manifested, shaping a dragon claw that closed on Yi Shuifeng. The rapid sequence overwhelmed him and left no room to respond. He had underestimated Liu Wuxie from the start.
When he finally tried to react, it was already too late. Few could withstand three mythical arts in concert, and Liu Wuxie meant to end this quickly.
“Storm-Breaking Nirvana!” Yi Shuifeng roared. He surged with the strength of a ninth-level Primal Origin Realm expert and moved decisively. The Storm-Breaking Spear swept out, gathered samsara power, and shattered the Dragon-Grasping Hand.
At their level, most cultivators carried trump cards; the Storm-Breaking Spear specialized in countering space, and its thrust split cracks through the Great Spatial Mythical Art.
Liu Wuxie didn’t flinch. A mocking smile tugged at his lips. Yi Shuifeng had no idea how close death pressed in. No one stopped Liu Wuxie once he chose a target.
“Soul Fire!” A wisp of flame flickered through space and appeared before Yi Shuifeng. By the time he sensed it, it was already on him.
Yi Shuifeng poured his focus into countering the Great Spatial Mythical Art and the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art. He had no room left to guard against Soul Fire—formless, condensed soul energy that ordinary defenses couldn’t stop.
“Not good!” he said, yanking his soul energy back to form a barrier. He managed to block the Soul Fire outside his soul sea.
“Soul Spear,” Liu Wuxie said. Horror flashed across Yi Shuifeng’s face, realizing his mistake. Liu Wuxie’s combat strength could fell a ninth-level Primal Origin Realm expert. The soul energy barrier lasted a heartbeat before the Soul Spear punched through. When it broke, the Soul Fire slipped inside.
“AAAAH!” Yi Shuifeng screamed as the Soul Fire surged into his soul sea. The cultivators with him froze in terror, their legs giving way.
The Dragon-Grasping Hand appeared again, seized Yi Shuifeng and his companions before hurling them into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. The entire fight ended in under two minutes.
A’Lei and the others stared, stunned, especially at the sight of Soul Fire. Their worry ebbed as Liu Wuxie’s strength became plain. After the cauldron devoured Yi Shuifeng and his companions, Liu Wuxie felt his true essence grow even purer.
“I’ll rescue her. You all stay here,” Liu Wuxie said. He blurred into an afterimage and vanished, streaking toward the plain’s center.
The sight ahead was vast, and over five hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples crowded the center. Liu Wuxie didn’t approach directly. He slipped along the edges to survey the terrain. Their formation spread outward; they bound Vanya in the middle and posted dozens of patrolling disciples to guard her.
He drew a steadying breath and angled toward the center, intent on wiping out the entire group in one stroke.
“It’s Liu Wuxie!” Fixated on the captive, the crowd missed the figure at their backs until he stepped into view. The mass parted, opening a clear passage.
At the shout of his name, the Grand Unity Sect disciples turned as one. Dozens surged forward and closed around him, cutting off any retreat.
“Liu Wuxie, you’ve finally shown yourself!” voices shouted as the ring cinched tight.
Liu Wuxie kept walking toward Vanya. The disciples near her didn’t rush to strike. Five hundred formed layer upon layer around him, sealing every path. Mo Hong rose at the perimeter and watched in silence.
Vanya lifted her haggard face. They had spared her from torture, but they bound her magic, and the elements she endured each day wore her thin.
“Leave quickly. Don’t try to save me,” Vanya said, urging him to go.
“Both of you will not leave this place alive today,” a Grand Unity Sect expert said. They had kept Vanya alive for a purpose. Now that Liu Wuxie had arrived, they meant to kill them both.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll save you,” Liu Wuxie said, his eyes cold as he faced the encirclement of more than five hundred.
The ring tightened. The disciples summoned their artifacts and leveled them at his chest. The distant spectators held their ground, unwilling to join the fight.
“He’s too calm while facing so many in an encirclement. He really is something,” whispered a disciple from the Nine Dragon Palace.
“So what? They’ll still cut him down,” sneered an expert from Tranquil Meteor Star. Even acknowledging his strength, they didn’t believe that he could escape death today.
The Grand Unity Sect experts moved forward, still short of the distance Liu Wuxie needed. He wanted them to strike together so he could annihilate them with the profound talisman. Xiao Lan and the others held position ten thousand meters away, not daring to move closer.
Mo Hong’s gut twisted with nameless dread. Instinct told him danger radiated from Liu Wuxie, but he couldn’t find its source. Several highly talented disciples lingered at a safer distance, confident that no one could survive five hundred attacks at once.
“Liu Wuxie, kneel and accept death!” roars rolled through the ranks as insults poured out to grind him down.
Someone lost patience and secretly cast a mythical art at him.
Vanya’s heart clenched, and tears gathered in her eyes. He wouldn’t be in such peril if it hadn’t been for her. She didn’t realize that the closer they pressed, the sharper his resolve grew. He had been waiting for them to come together, and the fact that they captured Vanya was his golden opportunity.
