Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1325 - Refining the Yin-Yang Stone
Chapter 1325 – Refining the Yin-Yang Stone
The killing intensified. The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron devoured the energy and laws of every fallen nether clansman, and the darkness laws streamed toward the Ghost Pupil.
“How ruthless of you to use your fellow clansmen as bait to awaken the Ghost Pupil,” Liu Wuxie said. He had already seen through the elder’s ploy.
The members of the nether clan who came here never intended to leave. They intended to use the darkness laws within them to nurture the Ghost Pupil, and once it fully awakened, the elder would make a move to capture him alive.
“You’re right. Only enough laws of darkness can awaken the Ghost Pupil,” the elder replied.
He did not bother to hide that he used his clansmen to hasten the Ghost Pupil’s growth and accelerate its awakening. After all, the Ghost Pupil had yet to mature; even if he captured Liu Wuxie, it would dissipate once gouged out. His only option was to accelerate its growth to ensure it would not dissipate when gouged out.
After seeing through the elder’s plan, Liu Wuxie slowed his killing. The more he slew, the faster the Ghost Pupil would mature and hasten his death. He shifted his focus to fusing the darkness laws into the desolate world to comprehend the Great Death Mythical Art, thereby restraining the Ghost Pupil’s growth.
“It’s useless. Once the Ghost Pupil absorbs enough laws of darkness, it will mature on its own,” the elder said, seeing through Liu Wuxie’s intentions.
He was not wrong; Liu Wuxie could not control the Ghost Pupil’s growth. When he absorbed the surrounding darkness laws, most poured into the desolate world, while a smaller portion went into the Ghost Pupil.
The elder showed no urgency and waited patiently. Compared to the Ghost Pupil, the deaths of some nether clansmen meant nothing. He even injected more darkness laws into Liu Wuxie’s body; the stronger the Ghost Pupil became, the more pleased he felt.
The fight reached a standstill when Liu Wuxie stopped killing, yet the nether clan continued to charge at him relentlessly. His mind raced, searching for a way out.
Meanwhile, A’Lei and A’Li searched anxiously on the eighth level. They combed every corner and still could not find Liu Wuxie. Vanya, on the verge of tears, sat on A’Lei’s shoulder in mounting anxiety. They had no idea where Liu Wuxie had gone, and only five days remained before the alchemy event ended.
Most participants had reached the ninth level, and, strangely, all nether clan forces had disappeared from the eighth. No one knew where they had gone. Perhaps only Liu Wuxie knew that the nether clan from the seventh to the ninth level had entered the Yin-Yang Realm.
More nether clansmen continued to charge, forcing him to retaliate. They sought to push him into sweeping, powerful attacks that would kill many at once and ultimately benefit the elder.
Liu Wuxie shifted and cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art to imprison the charging foes. However, the elder appeared out of nowhere, raising his cane and striking down, tearing the spatial restriction apart with yin-yang energy.
Liu Wuxie seized the opening, vanished, and reappeared before the elder. If he could control the elder, he could leave the Yin-Yang Realm.
The elder proved cunning. He retreated to the depths and exited the Yin-Yang Realm, using the Yin-Yang Stone cane to traverse between worlds freely.
“Damn it!” Liu Wuxie growled. He cast the Great Frost Mythical Art, froze all the nether clan, and bought time to study the Yin-Yang Realm’s structure.
Rumor had it that the Yin-Yang Realm connected directly to yin and yang. He was unsure of the claim but suspected its depths were formed by the intertwining of yin and yang, creating a vacuum world accessible only to those who comprehended yin-yang energy.
Executing Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie pierced the yin-yang crystal walls and reached out to touch them. The walls felt terrifyingly brutal. When he punched them, a robust rebound met his blow.
“What a strange world,” he murmured. This was not merely the Yin-Yang Realm; it also carried a hint of domain force.
Only cultivators at the Heaven Gaze Realm could control a domain, turning a few hundred miles into their battlefield and manipulating everything within. In fights between Heaven Gaze Realm cultivators, victory hinged on the stronger domain. If the Great Spatial Mythical Art continued to evolve, it would become a domain force.
The elder was merely an ordinary nether clansman with strength comparable to the first-level Void Realm, not someone who could comprehend domain force. This meant the Yin-Yang Realm had a weakness: it was not a true domain but an independent space. He could travel in and out only by relying on the Yin-Yang Stone.
Boundless yin energy poured from Liu Wuxie as he injected it into the crystal wall, followed by fire-attributed energy and light-attributed energy containing yang. If yin and yang were combined, that force could naturally shatter the Yin-Yang Realm. The two opposing forces spiraled and pierced the crystal wall.
“It’s working!” Liu Wuxie rejoiced.
He had yet to comprehend the Great Yin-Yang Mythical Art, but the desolate world held many elements containing yin and yang. Yet, the crystal wall was thick, and even after injecting plenty of yin and yang, he could not reach the other side.
Just as he focused on deciphering the Yin-Yang Realm, a cane struck at his back. He dodged in time, having spread his divine sense to watch his surroundings.
When the cane hit the crystal wall, it trembled, and a large stone fell. The stone contained yin and yang elements, but was too weak; it could not compare to the elder’s cane.
“Liu Wuxie, I have underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to possess the yin and yang elements,” the elder said. He knew he could not drag this out. Liu Wuxie had frozen the entire nether clan, but he still refused to devour their darkness laws.
The elder’s eyes turned terrifyingly grim, and boundless murderous intent swept from him like a tidal wave, crashing toward Liu Wuxie.
“Dragon-Grasping Hand!” Liu Wuxie roared and attacked, refusing to give the elder a chance to escape. He followed with a barrage, each strike comparable to one from a cultivator at the Void Realm. “Heaven-Severing Strike! Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms! Great Five Elemental Mythical Art! Great Frost Mythical Art! Great Death Mythical Art! Soul Fire! Great Spatial Mythical Art!”
The combined onslaught obliterated all the frozen nether clan members nearby.
The elder began to retreat. According to his information, Liu Wuxie’s cultivation was only at the Origin Conversion Realm; those who knew he had broken through to the Primal Origin Realm were dead.
He spun the cane and dissolved Liu Wuxie’s mythical arts.
“How is this possible?! You’re only at the first-level Primal Origin Realm! How are you able to cast so many mythical arts at once?!” the elder exclaimed, losing his composure. Cultivators at the Primal Origin Realm could cast at most two mythical arts.
Yet, Liu Wuxie had unleashed seven in a row. The elder had never seen anything like that.
“Earth-Binding Chains, control!” Liu Wuxie roared, aiming to capture the elder alive and seize the Yin-Yang Stone cane.
He had not used the Earth-Binding Chains in a long time. They shot from his soul sea like a comet and bound the elder in place. By the time the elder reacted, it was too late.
This was Liu Wuxie’s strongest strike, deploying all his trump cards. If he could not subdue the elder, escape would be harrowing.
After years of nurturing, the Earth-Binding Chains had grown incredibly powerful, inscribed with many runes Liu Wuxie had never seen. Since he cultivated Soul Fire, he tempered them daily, bringing the Earth-Binding Chains back to their former glory.
As the chains bound the elder, Liu Wuxie struck with the Dragon-Grasping Hand. A terrifying dragon claw descended and clamped onto the cane.
“Don’t even think about it!” the elder yelled.
He was bound, but his hands were free. He tried to control the cane and leave the Yin-Yang Realm with it. If he escaped the realm, matters would grow far more troublesome and attract even more experts.
“Let go!” Liu Wuxie roared, swinging the Heretic Blade down.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. If the elder refused, he would lose his arm.
Things moved too quickly, and no one on the Indigo Bamboo Star could match Liu Wuxie’s talent. With so many mythical arts unleashed, even cultivators at the Void Realm would die.
“Liu Wuxie, I’ll kill you!” the elder roared back, determined to drag Liu Wuxie down with him even if he died. His body swelled as he rushed forward, going for self-detonation to perish together.
“Too late!” Liu Wuxie said with a grin. The Dragon-Grasping Hand clenched into a dragon fist and smashed the elder, sending him flying.
“Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, refine him!” he yelled, seizing the opening to summon the cauldron and swallow the elder whole.
The moment the elder entered the cauldron, Demonic Purgatory Chains shot out and bound him tight. With their task complete, the Earth-Binding Chains withdrew to Liu Wuxie’s soul sea to continue tempering under Soul Fire.
As the Demonic Purgatory Chains stripped the elder’s laws and energy, boundless dark-attributed energy surged into the Ghost Pupil, and the Yin-Yang Stone cane fell into Liu Wuxie’s hand.
However, he did not leave immediately. He remained in the Yin-Yang Realm, the safest place for now. He planned to refine the elder first and let the Ghost Pupil grow before refining the Yin-Yang Stone to comprehend yin-yang laws.
The Ghost Pupil began to change. Once only a phantom, it slowly materialized and grew in size. The true Ghost Pupil was massive, capable of covering half the sky when unleashed.
Meanwhile, A’Lei and A’Li searched the entire eighth level before giving up and heading to the ninth. Countless races had gathered there, and most had already collected the spiritual herbs they needed. They did not plan to refine pills in the Netherworld, but after returning outside, only then would their pills be assessed.
The Ghost Pupil continued to swell, increasing Liu Wuxie’s command over dark-attributed energy. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a gate of darkness, and black figures stepped out from it.
