Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1328 - Earth-Shaking Strike
Chapter 1328 – Earth-Shaking Strike
Liu Wuxie’s sudden yell stunned everyone. They couldn’t explain it. A powerful energy seemed to awaken inside him, and no one knew the cause. The crowd called it a miracle that he endured this long against the Heavenly Primal Wheel—the wheel would have crushed any other Primal Origin cultivator on the spot.
When everyone returned to the spiritual array, the giants withdrew their hands, leaving the golden divine dragon to withstand the crushing Heavenly Primal Wheel alone.
Cracks rang out as the golden divine dragon collapsed into fragments. With it gone, the Heavenly Primal Wheel plunged even faster.
Fortunately, Vanya had prepared a spiritual array in advance. Without it, the pressure would have crushed the giants and elves—especially the giants, who already crouched with difficulty as the Heavenly Primal Wheel sank to just above their heads.
All of a sudden, Liu Wuxie clasped his hands. As his seals formed, space shook and a rumble rolled across the ninth level of the Netherworld. Many people stumbled and nearly fell face-first.
“What happened?” People stared at one another, unable to comprehend it.
“Does Liu Wuxie still have a trump card?” Anticipation rose as they watched. They didn’t want a monstrous prodigy to die here. Even if he was going to perish, they wanted to see him bare his fangs. Yet he had done nothing until this moment.
Mo Hong’s eyelid twitched with an ominous premonition, the same feeling he’d had when Liu Wuxie used a profound talisman to kill more than five hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples.
He couldn’t tell what method Liu Wuxie planned to use to destroy the Heavenly Primal Wheel. The dread nearly drove him mad. His intuition rarely failed him, and the last time his sixth sense warned him, it saved him from the talisman’s detonation.
In less than a thousandth of a breath, Liu Wuxie finished the seal. The sky dimmed as a black portion opened, and boundless darkness poured out, manifesting as shadowy figures that engulfed the Heavenly Primal Wheel.
“Quick, look at Liu Wuxie’s forehead!” someone shouted. A slit opened on Liu Wuxie’s forehead, and an eye appeared. The crowd gasped; those with timid hearts buckled at the knees. Among them, the ghost clan trembled.
“That’s the Ghost Pupil! He actually cultivated the Ghost Pupil!” The ghost clan recoiled in horror. The Ghost Pupil was their nemesis, and even those with weaker cultivation broke apart under its suppression.
The scene only deepened the crowd’s confusion. Few in the world even knew of the Eight Divine Pupils.
Black fog gushed forth, enveloping the Heavenly Primal Wheel and eating into its internal structure. Liu Wuxie knew the Avici Hell alone wouldn’t suffice; he needed a second preparation.
He used one portion of the nether energy he’d absorbed to awaken the Avici Hell and the other to cultivate the Ghost Pupil. The black portion was his actual trump card, and the Heavenly Primal Wheel began to tremble the instant it appeared.
That was the Gate of Darkness, and the black fog wrapped it as it descended, but that was only the beginning. When the Avici Hell emerged from the black portion, every nether clan jolted in alarm; the Avici Hell was their totem. Even the ghost, undead, and faceless clans stood shocked.
No one could say whether Liu Wuxie was human, a demon, an immortal, a ghost, or a god. His cultivation path had long since shattered convention.
As the Avici Hell expanded, even its phantom form could crush the Heavenly Primal Wheel. The actual Avici Hell was a complete world—a continent that ruled over countless living beings.
The Heavenly Primal Wheel trembled and tried to flee, but the black fog pinned it in place. The Ghost Pupil’s power defied underestimation; even a ten-thousandth of it lay beyond the wheel’s ability to resist.
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High above White Moon Valley, the Grand Unity Sect’s party remained calm, pleased by the feedback from the Heavenly Primal Wheel.
An elder sat with his eyes closed. The Heavenly Primal Wheel was his lifebound artifact, and he sensed every change firsthand.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he rose. He was the same elder who had tried to attack Liu Wuxie, only for Zhuge Ming to stop him.
“Elder Li, what happened?” The elders around him stepped forward when they saw his expression change.
“I’ve lost my connection to the Heavenly Primal Wheel,” Elder Li said, forcing out each word through his teeth.
“What?” The other elders staggered at the news.
Sang Lu’s face went terrifyingly grim. The Heavenly Primal Wheel served as Elder Li’s lifebound artifact. When the link snapped, only two possibilities remained: someone seized it, or someone destroyed it and erased the imprint within. Either way, the news hit the Grand Unity Sect like a thunderbolt.
“Elder Li, try again. Perhaps you’re mistaken,” an elder said after steadying his breath.
At their level, they could sense their lifebound artifacts even across astral domains.
Elder Li nodded, sat cross-legged, and tried to communicate with the Heavenly Primal Wheel. No feedback came—as if it had vanished. A few minutes later, his eyes snapped open, and he shook his head helplessly.
“Elder Sang, this doesn’t bode well for our Grand Unity Sect,” another elder said. Everyone turned to Sang Lu. Without the Heavenly Primal Wheel, the outcome spoke for itself: the sect’s disciples might fall prey to Liu Wuxie’s slaughter again.
“We don’t need to panic yet. I suspect an expert took it from the nether clan. As long as our disciples follow the plan and gather by the thousands, Liu Wuxie won’t match them in a straight fight,” Sang Lu said after a brief ponder.
The other elders nodded, finding sense in his words. No one brought a weapon comparable to the Earth Immortal Realm into the Netherworld. The Grand Unity Sect had violated that rule this year, so it wouldn’t be surprising if the nether clan seized it.
Despite Sang Lu’s explanation, unease lingered, especially for Elder Li. If someone erased his imprint, the loss would be enormous. Worse, he sensed that something else had seized control of the imprint in the Heavenly Primal Wheel.
On the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s side, many elders gathered, worry etched across their faces.
“Elder Zhuge, any news?” Elder Long asked, eyes full of worry for Liu Wuxie.
With his cultivation at the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm, Zhuge Ming had glimpsed a thread of Heavenly Dao and should have reached an answer through divination.
“It’s a mess,” Zhuge Ming said, shaking his head. He couldn’t calculate Liu Wuxie’s fate. For anyone else, the Heaven Gaze Realm could read past and present, but an invisible barrier wrapped Liu Wuxie and blocked every calculation.
“The alchemy event ends in two days. I hope he returns alive,” Elder Long sighed.
Even if Liu Wuxie failed to place well in the alchemy event, it wouldn’t matter so long as he returned alive. He had already won the greatest honor for the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
As the alchemy event neared its end, the seniors chatted about Pseudo- and Quasi-Immortal Artifacts and speculated about who would have the last laugh.
“Brother Mu!” Shen Tian walked toward the Sky Cloud Star’s warship and cupped his fists to Mu Ye.
“Brother Shen!” Mu Ye returned the greeting.
“That brat should be dead by now. The Grand Unity Sect threw everything they had at him,” Shen Tian said with a smile.
“Most likely,” Mu Ye said with a nod.
……
At that moment, the entire Netherworld shook as the ninth level began to crumble. Spatial shards fell from the sky, and signs appeared that the eighth and ninth levels were merging.
Perhaps only Liu Wuxie could change the Netherworld’s terrain alone. Darkness poured from the Gate of Darkness, growing more terrifying as it formed multiple pitch-black figures. They latched onto the Heavenly Primal Wheel and burrowed in to wreck the spiritual arrays within.
The Gate of Darkness hovered above the Heavenly Primal Wheel, ready to descend at any moment. The Avici Hell also manifested, hanging in midair as it pressed down toward the wheel.
“This is bad!” Thousands of Grand Unity Sect disciples cried out, finally sensing something amiss.
The Grand Unity Sect had sent more than four thousand disciples to the Myriad Race Ceremony, but Liu Wuxie had already killed over five hundred with a profound talisman.
The Avici Hell descended with unstoppable momentum. The black figures had severely weakened the Heavenly Primal Wheel, leaving it far from its peak. That was precisely what Liu Wuxie wanted; the darkness laws spearheaded the assault.
Explosions boomed as the Avici Hell roared. Many among the ghost clans couldn’t resist the urge to fuse into it. The Avici Hell was their final destination; returning to it felt like returning to the core.
Hundreds of meters vanished in a blink as collisions echoed across the ninth level.
Countless low-rank cultivators bled from their ears as the impact swept like a gale through the seventeen mountains. The force kept rising as Vanya tore into the Myriad-Phase Divine Buddha Array, leaving it riddled with holes.
Under the Avici Hell’s suppression, the spiritual array began to collapse. Without its protection, the disciples gathered on the seventeen mountains bore the brunt of the assault.
“Everyone, retreat!” Mo Hong roared, driving them to run. He could already foresee a massacre once the spiritual array fell.
When the Avici Hell slammed into the Heavenly Primal Wheel, the impact threw up a mushroom cloud that erased the surrounding laws. The blast opened a vast black hole that began devouring those laws.
Vanya and the others watched with their hearts in their throats. Fortunately, she had set a spiritual array to shield them; otherwise, the black hole would have devoured everyone.
