Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1306 - Confrontation
Chapter 1306 – Confrontation
The sect master of the Grand Unity Sect had ordered Sang Lu to kill Liu Wuxie, but he didn’t instruct him to go to such extremes. After all, such an approach would only provoke widespread resistance. If the Grand Unity Sect were to cause a scene during the Myriad Race Ceremony, they would become public enemy number one.
The Myriad Race Ceremony still had the alchemy event and the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower ahead. If the Grand Unity Sect were to make a fuss, they would definitely become everyone’s target during the Sun-Shooting Tower event.
Many had been nursing grudges against the Grand Unity Sect due to its aggressive expansion over hundreds of thousands of years, and those grudges had been simmering beneath the surface all this while.
People remained silent due to the Grand Unity Sect’s overwhelming foundation and the presence of more than one immortal. Rumors even claimed the sect had forged an immortal artifact that could link to the Celestial Realm.
When the Immortal Gate opened, the Grand Unity Sect had sent many disciples inside, and if any of them had survived, they would certainly be powerful immortals by now.
As it stood, only the Grand Unity Sect had ties to the Celestial Realm, which was the main reason they inspired such fear. Despite their power, however, no one would back down when their interests were at risk.
Many races believed they could win the talisman event, so they wouldn’t let the Grand Unity Sect disrupt the proceedings. This placed the Grand Unity Sect in a dilemma. If they were to retreat, it would damage their prestige and invite public condemnation.
When the Grand Unity Sect learned Liu Wuxie had killed over five hundred of their experts, the higher-ups lost all sense and demanded his death.
“Everyone, let’s take a step back. This is the Myriad Race Ceremony, where casualties are inevitable,” said a representative from the Absolute Frost Palace. Everyone knew of the deep feud between the Heavenly Dragon Sect and the Grand Unity Sect, but experts from other planets nodded in agreement upon hearing that remark.
Every race had suffered casualties—were they all going to seek vengeance now? Thousands had died in the first two events, and the Grand Unity Sect had lost people as well.
A tide of voices rose, forcing the Grand Unity Sect to back down. The elven race and the giant clan were especially vocal, calling the Grand Unity Sect’s behavior unworthy of a superpower.
Their actions were humiliating and lacked the dignity of true power.
After all, it was the Grand Unity Sect’s disciples who had captured the elven race’s Saintess to threaten Liu Wuxie, only to face a crushing defeat. They could only blame their incompetence.
“Enough wasting time testing the profound talisman. Let’s see who the champion is for this event!” roared a demon clan expert, his voice making everyone’s eardrums throb.
Liu Wuxie observed everything outside as he stood in the warship. The disciples behind him kept their distance, none daring to approach.
Perhaps they had already written him off, knowing the Grand Unity Sect would stop at nothing to kill him in the upcoming events.
Shortly afterward, the beastkins, faceless clan, abyssal race, and the other races demanded that the Myriad Race Ceremony be continued. Faced with mounting pressure, Sang Lu had no choice but to step back. He couldn’t afford to belittle any race, as experts at the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm led many of them.
“Brat, I’ll see how long you can keep hiding,” Sang Lu snarled, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at Liu Wuxie through the warship’s barrier.
Once the ceremony was over, he would hunt Liu Wuxie down wherever he went.
After all, it was unprecedented for the Grand Unity Sect to lose over six hundred disciples. The massive losses had severely humiliated them, and they wouldn’t rest until they killed Liu Wuxie.
Like the Immortal Slaying Palace, losing millions of astral stones meant nothing to them, but the humiliation Liu Wuxie had caused was something they could not swallow.
For sects like theirs, with millions of years of heritage, reputation mattered above all else.
However, Liu Wuxie said nothing, simply staring at Sang Lu with a pair of eyes devoid of any emotions. It was rare for him to maintain his composure despite facing the threat of an expert at the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm. If anyone else stood in his place, fear would have already drained the color from their face.
The Grand Unity Sect withdrew. They couldn’t afford any more mistakes in the talisman event. The champion of this event would still gain administrative rights over a planet.
Like the Gos Star, the planet was rich in spiritual herbs, some of which approached the level of immortal herbs. Whoever gained control of the planet would see their sect’s strength soar.
Out of the hundreds of thousands who had entered the Astral Domain, only ten thousand managed to craft a profound talisman. Most had only found one or two runes, far from enough to craft a complete, profound talisman.
“Wuxie, it’s fine. We still have a chance,” Elder Long said, patting Liu Wuxie’s shoulder, urging him not to dwell on it. The Heavenly Dragon Sect had already obtained a vast amount of resources when Liu Wuxie took first place in the blacksmithing event.
Even if Liu Wuxie proposed establishing the interstellar teleportation array, the sect wouldn’t refuse him.
Everyone assumed Liu Wuxie had already detonated his profound talisman and couldn’t produce another.
The fact that he had crafted the black profound talisman was already a testament to his talent. If he still had a profound talisman, he could even make it into the top three.
Liu Wuxie’s forehead furrowed with black wrinkles. Aside from A’Lei and the other giants, no one knew he had a second profound talisman on him. However, he couldn’t be bothered to explain and waited for others to finish their assessments.
One after another, profound talismans turned into golden rays, shooting into the ancestral talisman. Some profound talismans caused no ripple when they entered, like stones sinking into the ocean. Only a few gave off a faint glow as they entered, clinging to the ancestral talisman.
“The brilliance released by the Nine Dragon Palace’s profound talisman is strong,” an exclamation echoed from afar, stunned by the talisman crafted by the Nine Dragon Palace.
After several profound talismans burrowed into the ancestral talisman, each one was strong and promising to enter the top three.
As for the other races and the talisman prodigies, the profound talismans they crafted weren’t weak, but there remained a gap compared to the Nine Dragon Palace.
“Mo Hong, are you confident in it?” Sang Lu asked, standing beside him in a consoling tone.
The death of so many disciples had hit Mo Hong hard, and the weight pressed heavily on his shoulders. After all, many had died because of him. If Mo Hong hadn’t suggested capturing Vanya, the Grand Unity Sect wouldn’t have suffered such losses.
Mo Hong nodded and glanced at the ancestral talisman.
For now, the Nine Dragon Palace held the top result.
Countless gazes fell on Mo Hong, the so-called once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy. They had heard he was equally proficient in blacksmithing, talisman crafting, and alchemy.
A peculiar profound talisman appeared in Mo Hong’s hands and flew out. Everyone watched as it flew into the ancestral talisman, and a dazzling brilliance erupted the moment it merged.
“What a powerful profound talisman!” Countless people exclaimed, stunned by the profound talisman crafted by Mo Hong.
Mo Hong’s profound talisman overshadowed everyone from the Nine Dragon Palace, and they lowered their heads. The other races didn’t hold much hope, as they weren’t proficient in alchemy, blacksmithing, or talismans.
On the Grand Unity Sect’s side, they had already begun to cheer. Though they lost in the blacksmithing event, they could still salvage some pride in the talisman event.
The remaining profound talismans from the others barely made a splash. Even if a few glimmers appeared, they were nothing compared to Mo Hong’s. Unless there was a surprise, the champion of this event would fall to the Grand Unity Sect.
“What a pity. If Liu Wuxie hadn’t detonated his profound talisman, he would have had a high chance of securing the champion,” the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s disciples remarked, sighing. Many felt that he didn’t need to sacrifice a profound talisman to save the elven race. Despite feeling the loss, no one dared to blame him.
Liu Wuxie’s momentum was at its peak.
With Zhuge Ming protecting him, who would dare pick a fight with him?
“What’s going on? If no one else is sending profound talismans in, why hasn’t the ancestral talisman vanished?” Many people tilted their heads in confusion.
Logically, once everyone had sent in all the profound talismans, the ancestral talisman ought to have vanished, signaling the event’s end. There was only one explanation for this: someone hadn’t sent their profound talisman in. After all, everyone had to return the runes they took from the ancestral talisman.
Everyone looked at each other in bafflement, as they had already sent the profound talisman they had crafted into the ancestral talisman.
“Is there someone who hasn’t taken out their profound talisman?” Everyone began to speculate, wanting to find that profound talisman. Some speculated the elven race or the faceless clan. There were several speculations, but no one suspected Liu Wuxie.
As the deadline approached, Liu Wuxie walked slowly toward the top deck of the warship.
“What is he trying to do?” exclaimed the other disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Only those who had sent their profound talisman into the ancestral talisman would leave the warship.
Zhuge Ming squinted and hurried over to ensure Liu Wuxie’s safety. Their actions drew everyone’s attention, attracting the gaze of nearby warships.
“It’s Liu Wuxie! What is he up to?” someone asked. His name had already spread throughout White Moon Valley.
“This is bad!” The Grand Unity Sect sensed something was amiss and wondered if Liu Wuxie had another profound talisman. If that were the case, things would instantly become more complicated. After all, the power of a profound talisman capable of killing over five hundred talismans had to be immense.
Then again, the spatial abyss was the main reason for so many deaths. If they hadn’t been in the ancestral talisman, the profound talisman wouldn’t have been as powerful.
Liu Wuxie had used his profound talisman to tear through space, causing it to collapse into a black hole, which in turn formed a spatial abyss. That was how he managed to kill so many people.
Mo Hong’s eyes were terrifyingly grim as he trembled. Liu Wuxie had already suppressed him during the blacksmithing event, and now, he wondered if he would lose to him again in the talisman event.
If that happened, then he would suffer a significant blow to his dao heart.
Elder Long trembled. After all, he had just comforted Liu Wuxie earlier, telling him not to be too bothered about it.
“He never stops surprising us,” Elder Long murmured, waving in the air in excitement. Ever since he met Liu Wuxie, he felt as though he had become centuries younger.
Liu Wuxie took out a profound talisman before everyone. He purposely drew out the moment to target the Grand Unity Sect. They had already begun to cheer, and the fact that Liu Wuxie had taken out a profound talisman at that moment instantly soured their mood.
The chests of everyone from the Grand Unity Sect tightened, and some even found it hard to breathe. They had witnessed what Liu Wuxie’s profound talisman was capable of.
“Damn it!” cursed the Grand Unity Sect’s Earth Immortal elders.
Liu Wuxie battered Mo Hong’s halo again and again, dragging the Grand Unity Sect’s reputation through the dirt. And right before everyone’s eyes, the profound talisman in Liu Wuxie’s hand flew out.
