Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1305 - Shocking the World
Chapter 1305 – Shocking the World
The black hole slowly healed, leaving behind countless fragments and corpses as shattered space mended. A single profound talisman had claimed nearly a thousand lives—a spectacle beyond shocking.
Everyone had assumed Liu Wuxie was a dead man walking, so no one could have expected him to use a profound talisman to turn the tide and kill more than five hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples.
Soon, news of Liu Wuxie’s feat spread like wildfire throughout the ancestral talisman. The explosion had shattered several spatial dimensions and warped folded space, drawing countless races through the entrance toward the aura.
Upon learning what had transpired, fear appeared on every face. A’Lei watched with keen interest, eager to understand Liu Wuxie’s actions. A’Li and A’Ya joined him, their eyes wide with shock, unable to overcome their disbelief.
Liu Wuxie replied, “A profound talisman.”
The words carried weight. A’Lei and the others could not understand why the profound talisman Liu Wuxie crafted was golden, while the one he had thrown was black.
On the final day, excitement waned, and everyone stopped searching for runes. Groups formed to discuss the events of the prior day.
“What? Liu Wuxie killed so many of our disciples?!” The other disciples of the Grand Unity Sect gradually gathered. When they learned he had killed over five hundred of their own, shock crossed their faces.
The Grand Unity Sect sent close to four thousand disciples to the Myriad Race Ceremony, and Liu Wuxie killed nearly six hundred by himself.
Over the past hundred thousand years, the Grand Unity Sect had never suffered such losses. Of course, that ancient battle was an exception.
The same applied to other sects; casualties of this magnitude only occurred when a sect faced destruction or when a genuinely powerful enemy had attacked them. To make matters even more shocking, none of those happened here.
Liu Wuxie was not a powerhouse, nor did the Grand Unity Sect face any catastrophic disaster.
“That’s impossible! Someone must have helped him in secret,” said the Grand Unity Sect disciples who arrived later, unwilling to believe what they hadn’t witnessed.
“The ancestral talisman’s space is independent, and the outside world can’t interfere. Moreover, the detonated runes originated from the ancestral talisman, not the outside world,” said the few surviving disciples. They didn’t believe it at first, but the investigation revealed clues—the profound talisman Liu Wuxie had detonated originated from the ancestral talisman itself.
However, they couldn’t fathom how he had crafted such a monstrous profound talisman.
“Does this mean we lost the event?” Several disciples of the Grand Unity Sect clenched their fists. The fact that the talisman Liu Wuxie crafted could kill more than five hundred at once proved his extraordinary skill, and the spatial abyss consumed many spectators as well.
“Not necessary. Even Senior Brother Mo Hong only managed to craft two profound talismans. Crafting one would surely impress,” one of the surviving disciples said, disagreeing with the remark. They believed Liu Wuxie had detonated the only profound talisman he managed to craft, which meant he forfeited the talisman event.
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Meanwhile, those outside the ancestral talisman waited anxiously to learn what had transpired inside. At last, a black rift appeared in the ancestral talisman, signaling that everyone could leave.
Liu Wuxie spent the final day with the elven race and the giant clan. After everything that happened, his bond with the elves grew even stronger.
“Let’s leave,” Liu Wuxie said, and he departed with everyone.
Many disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect received the news and were shocked by Liu Wuxie’s actions. For some reason, satisfaction and admiration colored many faces.
Even those who previously looked down on him changed their attitude. The Heavenly Dragon Sect and the Grand Unity Sect had been rivals for a long time now, and clashes between their disciples were common.
Liu Wuxie’s killing of so many Grand Unity Sect disciples seemed like vengeance for the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
One by one, participants left the ancestral talisman and returned to their warships. The moment Liu Wuxie stepped out, he noticed Zhuge Ming standing nearby, ensuring the Grand Unity Sect didn’t act against him.
Liu Wuxie nodded at the sight of Zhuge Ming. The sight told him why the sect master had decided to send Zhuge Ming to lead the expedition.
Liu Wuxie knew the sect master had to have learned of his actions when Zhuge Ming brought him into the lesser realm the other night.
With Liu Wuxie’s safe return, the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s party withdrew to their warship. Word of what had transpired inside spread like wildfire, and hundreds of thousands of eyes turned toward the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s ship.
“Is everything they’re saying true?” Elder Long asked, his eyes bulging as he gripped Liu Wuxie’s shoulder, his gaze burning with intensity.
The Grand Unity Sect killed the dragon clan’s ancestors in the past, particularly Long Xiao, whose two sect masters they killed. Elder Long’s hatred for the Grand Unity Sect had long boiled over, but his strength could not help him.
After the disciples returned, they recounted what had happened inside the ancestral talisman. While everyone discussed it, Liu Wuxie stood by quietly as if nothing had happened.
“Yeah,” Liu Wuxie said, rubbing his nose and nodding, as though it were no big deal. The people he killed didn’t matter to him, but the Grand Unity Sect’s actions filled him with rage. He swore to destroy them one day.
“I knew I wasn’t wrong about you,” Elder Long said, pulling Liu Wuxie into a hug and patting his back, overwhelmed with emotion. He waited over a thousand years for this day.
Liu Wuxie cleared his throat, conscious of the many onlookers and aware that the talisman event hadn’t ended yet. Upon learning what had happened inside, Zhuge Ming’s eyebrow twitched, and he summoned several golden runes into his palm.
He crushed them without hesitation, igniting the runes to send messages across hundreds of millions of miles.
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Inside the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s lesser realm, Hua Feiyu’s eyes shot open as the runes in his palm arranged into lines of text. He read the message and smiled wryly.
“This kid…” Hua Feiyu shook his head. He crushed the runes and quickly inscribed more. The new text flashed and vanished.
“It seems I’ll need to visit the Spirit Sealing Institute,” Hua Feiyu said, and then he vanished from the lesser realm.
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The various forces in the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain and across the races received the news as well. To those at the Heaven Gaze Realm, those at the Primal Origin Realm seemed like ants, and the number of deaths didn’t usually matter.
This time, however, it was different. Liu Wuxie had relied solely on his cultivation at the Origin Conversion Realm to kill so many Grand Unity Sect disciples.
Everyone knew the Grand Unity Sect aimed to become the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain’s overlord, overtaking the other sects.
Since Long Xiao’s fall, the Grand Unity Sect grew rapidly, showing signs of overtaking its peers, held in check only by the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s suppression.
Numerous whooshing sounds echoed outside the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s warship as the Grand Unity Sect’s experts approached. A powerhouse at the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm struck, determined to tear the warship apart to kill Liu Wuxie.
“Sang Lu, you’ve got quite the nerve to attack our Heavenly Dragon Sect’s warship!” Zhuge Ming said, flickering into the open sky as he met the oncoming strike with his palm.
The clash sent a shockwave rippling across White Moon Valley’s sky, spreading for tens of thousands of miles. This showed the raw destructive power of the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm.
“Zhuge Ming, get out of the way! I must kill that brat today, no matter what!” Sang Lu roared. Leading the Grand Unity Sect’s expedition, he had also reached the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm, and his strength matched Zhuge Ming’s.
Experts at the Heaven Gaze Realm didn’t attend the Myriad Race Ceremony. A battle at that level would spark a full-scale war between sects, potentially shaking the entire Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain.
“What a joke! Your Grand Unity Sect got what it deserved. How dare you come here and demand Liu Wuxie?” Zhuge Ming retorted.
He had just gotten the sect master’s order to protect Liu Wuxie at all costs. He was right—the Grand Unity Sect’s disciples had perished due to their own actions, and now, both sides found themselves at a standstill.
Neither the Grand Unity Sect nor the Heavenly Dragon Sect would yield.
“Zhuge Ming, are you looking to provoke a war?” Sang Lu asked, his face contorted with rage. The Grand Unity Sect lost more than six hundred disciples in the first two events; how would he explain that to the sect master?
Within moments, more experts converged. Other races suffered losses from the explosion of the powerful talisman and harbored grudges against Liu Wuxie.
Since the Grand Unity Sect had taken the lead, they were in no rush to intervene; it was better to watch the two forces tear each other apart.
“A war?” Zhuge Ming scoffed. “Your Grand Unity Sect fell because of your own incompetence.”
His words struck like a blow, as he had stated the truth. Over five hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples had teamed up against Liu Wuxie, only to be defeated.
Complaining about it now and threatening war was ridiculous. Numerous onlookers scoffed.
They resented the Grand Unity Sect’s behavior; the sect had pursued other races inside the ancestral talisman.
Liu Wuxie hadn’t killed so many willingly; the Grand Unity Sect had forced his hand. The other races recognized the distinction and refused to support them.
“In that case, let’s fight!” Sang Lu exclaimed. He had gotten an order from the sect master—to eliminate Liu Wuxie at any cost. Tension surged, and battle appeared unavoidable. The Heavenly Dragon Sect’s elders prepared for war with the Grand Unity Sect.
“Listen up, both of you. The talisman event isn’t over, and every sect agreed to the terms of this Myriad Race Ceremony. Do you want to break it? If you do, you’ll drag your forces’ reputations through the mud,” said an expert from the Nine Dragon Palace, attempting to halt the clash.
“The Nine Dragon Palace is correct. If you want to fight, do it when you’re back. This is the Myriad Race Ceremony,” other experts added.
They refused to intervene in a personal matter, as long as the Myriad Race Ceremony remained undisturbed. If war were to erupt between the two forces, Emperor Haoyuan—the Indigo Bamboo Star’s planet lord and an Immortal—would certainly step in.
It would also breach the pact and attract ridicule from the entire Astral Domain. In other words, they would make an enemy out of the entire world.
