Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1314 - Ninth-Level Origin Conversion Realm
Chapter 1314 – Ninth-Level Origin Conversion Realm
The two of them burst out of the black pit in an instant. Before anyone nearby understood what had happened, Liu Wuxie already had Vanya in his grasp and was fleeing without hesitation. By the time the onlookers reacted, the two of them were long gone.
The third level of the Netherworld was mainly rolling hills, with the occasional mountain jutting out of the land. That uneven terrain made it difficult to find a truly safe place for Liu Wuxie to attempt a breakthrough.
After nearly two hours of searching, Liu Wuxie and Vanya finally found a cavern. A few members of the nether clan were living inside, but that didn’t matter. They forced those nether clan members out and claimed the cavern for themselves.
After they secured the cavern, Liu Wuxie set up a spiritual array to seal the surroundings, then stationed Vanya at the entrance. With her current mastery of spiritual arrays, leaving the entrance under her control was the best choice.
Once the preparations were complete, Liu Wuxie sat down and took out the Wind Spiritual Fruit. The fruit glowed with a soft golden radiance and carried a refreshing scent. Even though it had grown in the Netherworld, it didn’t contain a trace of yin energy or nether energy.
He didn’t hesitate. He tossed the Wind Spiritual Fruit into his mouth. It dissolved into a mellow liquid and spread through his body. He had only just broken through, and he was already preparing for another breakthrough soon.
Only then did he realize he had still underestimated the Wind Spiritual Fruit. As soon as it liquefied, its energy surged through him and began transforming his flesh and veins.
His physique already rivaled unity with heaven and earth, but the Wind Spiritual Fruit still tempered it further, pushing his body even closer to perfection.
At the same time, the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron manifested and began devouring the Wind Spiritual Fruit’s energy. It funneled that power into the desolate world within him, sending wave after wave of ripples through it.
Then the gateway to the ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm revealed itself before him. His next breakthrough was already here. With danger everywhere in the Netherworld, Liu Wuxie knew he had to complete this advancement quickly.
Meanwhile, word that Liu Wuxie had obtained the Wind Spiritual Fruit spread across the Netherworld in less than an hour. When the Grand Unity Sect heard he had taken it, they roared in fury. They feared that if he used it to break through again, killing him would become even harder.
Tension spread through the Netherworld like an undercurrent.
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Liu Wuxie knew none of this. He immersed himself fully in his cultivation.
His true essence crashed repeatedly against the gateway to the ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm, each surge stronger than the last. As the final stage of the Origin Conversion Realm, that last threshold was naturally the hardest to break.
The Wind Spiritual Fruit’s energy gathered and condensed into a divine dragon of wind that coiled through his meridians.
With a thunderous crack, the gateway shattered into countless shards. In that instant, Liu Wuxie’s cultivation surged to the pinnacle of the Origin Conversion Realm. One more step, and he would enter the Primal Origin Realm.
Meanwhile, both the human race and the nether clan scoured the third level for him, tearing the entire region apart in the process.
“This is weird. Out of so many people who went into the black pit, why was Liu Wuxie the only one who came out alive?” someone muttered.
Many cultivators had gone down into the black pit after him, only to discover that everyone inside had vanished. The cultivators who had entered, and even the Storm Beast that had been in there, were gone without a trace.
Their bodies had already turned into nourishment for the desolate world within Liu Wuxie, which was why the pit was empty.
The humans weren’t the only ones talking. On one of the hills, dozens of divinekin gathered.
“Shi Luo, we’ve defied the Divine Son’s orders by coming here to kill Liu Wuxie. If the Divine Son finds out, we’ll all be punished,” one of the divinekin warned their leader.
“The Divine Son is wrong,” Shi Luo said, gazing into the distance. “Liu Wuxie is growing too fast. Even if he can’t catch up to the Divine Son in a year, killing him won’t be easy by then. We have to kill him while he’s still weak.”
Shi Luo had already accepted the outcome, even if the Divine Son chose to punish him. He was acting for the divine race’s future and wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for it.
“Shi Luo is right. Even if the Divine Son punishes us, it’ll only be a scolding at most,” another divinekin agreed. Better to strike first than sit and wait for death.
The divine race had tracked Liu Wuxie’s every move over the past few days. They had seen how fast he was growing, and they couldn’t afford to imagine what would happen if he kept advancing. That was why they were determined to get rid of him now, even if it meant angering the Divine Son.
They reached an agreement immediately. One of them pulled out a thumb-length piece of wood, and they all channeled divine energy into it.
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Inside the cavern, Liu Wuxie suddenly received a warning from the Ancestral Tree: members of the divine race were approaching.
“This is strange. Didn’t I make a one-year agreement with the Divine Son? So why are they still hunting me?” he murmured, frowning.
It was now evident that someone in the divine race wanted him dead, regardless of that agreement. He accelerated the circulation of the Desolate Devouring Art to stabilize his breakthrough as quickly as possible. If they were willing to break terms to kill him, that was a bad sign.
Time passed. Vanya had already driven off several waves of humans trying to sniff around, but more kept coming by the day. Ordinary human cultivators didn’t worry her, but the stronger races were different. Even she would have trouble stopping them.
Liu Wuxie remained aware of everything happening outside. Two days had passed since he began his breakthrough, and he had gradually stabilized his cultivation at the pinnacle of the Origin Conversion Realm.
Then a group of nether clan members appeared outside the cavern. The cavern Liu Wuxie had seized had initially been one of their nests. When they launched their assault, Vanya relied on the spiritual arrays to hold them back.
The fight settled into a stalemate.
The nether clan fought viciously. Dark-attribute energy poured from their bodies, hammering the spiritual array. But the real danger didn’t come from them. It came from the dwarf race.
The dwarves could burrow underground. They tunneled beneath the spiritual array and surfaced behind Vanya. The instant they emerged, they unleashed a rain of strange arrows at her from behind.
Vanya couldn’t handle that many opponents. She wasn’t Liu Wuxie. The fact that she had lasted this long already meant she was at her limit.
By now, more than seventy or eighty cultivators had gathered outside the cavern. They came from different races, including the undead clan.
“Liu Wuxie, come out and die!” a human cultivator demanded.
Vanya had nearly exhausted all her magical force, and the dwarves had heavily damaged the spiritual array.
Silence fell over the entrance, and Liu Wuxie still did not appear.
“Liu Wuxie, if you still refuse to come out, this pretty elf will fall into our hands,” one of the cultivators jeered, breaking into lewd laughter as several pairs of eyes swept over Vanya.
Their stares made Vanya’s skin crawl.
“You people are in such a hurry to die? In that case, I’ll grant your wish,” Liu Wuxie said. His voice echoed from within the cavern.
When he emerged, the murderous intent rolling off him thickened with every step.
Several dwarves had already slipped past Vanya and were about to force their way into the cavern.
“Die,” Liu Wuxie said.
He unleashed the Dragon-Grasping Hand. A dragon claw materialized, clenched tight, and crushed the dwarves into bloody mist.
No one had expected Liu Wuxie to start killing the instant he appeared, without even bothering to talk.
Liu Wuxie stopped at the cavern entrance and swept his gaze across the area. At least ten different races had gathered, and the nether clan led them.
“Liu Wuxie, hand over the Wind Spiritual Fruit obediently, or don’t blame us for what happens next,” said a member of the nether clan. He had learned Liu Wuxie’s name elsewhere. Even though he led the nether clan’s party and held relatively high cultivation, he was only around the fifth- or sixth-level Primal Origin Realm.
Then again, it wasn’t common to encounter a high-level nether clan expert on the Netherworld’s third level.
“Come at me together,” Liu Wuxie said.
He had no patience to deal with them one by one, and their races didn’t matter to him, not even the humans. Every last one of them had come for the same reason. There was no point pretending otherwise.
“What arrogance!” several humans spat. Liu Wuxie was only at the Origin Conversion Realm. How dare he look down on so many gathered experts? But the ones who truly understood Liu Wuxie’s combat strength were already dead.
Two cultivators at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm lunged at him without hesitation. Their true essence surged, forming a colossal palm that descended from above. They intended to capture him alive and force him to answer.
“Let’s start with you two,” Liu Wuxie said. His eyes held no emotion.
A heartbeat later, he vanished and shot into the air, his punches echoing with dragon roars. The strike looked simple, but the force behind it shattered space itself and carved open a path through the air.
The two experts narrowed their eyes. They immediately sensed something was wrong. Liu Wuxie’s strength had already exceeded their expectations. However, it was too late to retreat. Liu Wuxie cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art, appearing directly in front of them.
“Die!” Liu Wuxie roared.
His desolate world was empty. He had just broken through to the ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm and needed energy to replenish it.
Two thunderous impacts rang out.
Both cultivators at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm died under that single strike. Liu Wuxie had used nothing but his physical strength to kill them, something typically only a Void Realm expert could achieve.
He then devoured their power and released that energy into his desolate world.
Everyone who saw it went pale.
Watching Liu Wuxie kill two pinnacle Primal Origin Realm experts that easily shook them to the core.
“This is bad!” Those with weaker cultivation immediately turned to flee.
“All of you can stay here,” Liu Wuxie said.
Murderous intent burst from him and swept across the area.
He cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art, sealing the area. A thousand-meter radius instantly became his domain. Anyone who tried to flee slammed into a violent counterforce and bounced back.
Their expressions darkened at once. Everyone immediately realized they had severely underestimated Liu Wuxie’s combat strength.
Radiating murderous intent, Liu Wuxie swept his gaze across everyone present.
” Attack him together! I don’t believe he can kill us all!” someone shouted. The nether clansmen responded especially fiercely. This was the Netherworld, their territory, where they could draw out stronger combat strength than the human race.
“Big Brother Liu, be careful!” Vanya shouted. She warned him while she worked to recover her magical force.
“A bunch of trash,” Liu Wuxie said with a smirk.
He vanished in an instant. His mastery of the Great Spatial Mythical Art had become even more refined.
“Dragon-Grasping Hand!” Liu Wuxie appeared in the middle of the nether clan group, and dozens of dragon claws burst forth and seized their members before they could react.
Bones crunched in everyone’s ears as Liu Wuxie killed more than thirty members of the nether clan in the blink of an eye, painting a scene of raw slaughter.
