Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1329 - Second-Level Primal Origin Realm
Chapter 1329 – Second-Level Primal Origin Realm
A dark hurricane ripped across the sky as the Avici Hell crashed down, and a crack finally split the Heavenly Primal Wheel. True to its reputation as an Earth Immortal’s weapon, it cracked but refused to shatter.
As the Avici Hell descended, the Heavenly Primal Wheel plunged even faster. At this pace, both sides would suffer terribly, and Liu Wuxie hadn’t expected the wheel to retain such power after taking damage. It could still kill him and massacre the giants and elves inside the spiritual array.
Just as the Grand Unity Sect disciples moved to withdraw, they halted as one, venom flashing in their eyes as they stared at the battlefield.
“Liu Wuxie, you’re already a dead man,” a Grand Unity Sect disciple said. Their faces turned vicious, and they deemed the loss of the Heavenly Primal Wheel worthwhile so long as it secured Liu Wuxie’s death.
The collision’s shockwave hurled countless beings off their feet. They scrambled up, spat fresh blood, and stared into the battlefield with ashen faces.
Liu Wuxie’s expression didn’t flicker. He watched the Heavenly Primal Wheel descend and did something even more unthinkable.
“Gate of Darkness, crush!” He seized the Gate of Darkness and smashed it down onto the Heavenly Primal Wheel, stunning the countless onlookers. Even he didn’t know whether the Gate of Darkness had any offensive might.
When the Ghost Pupil finally closed, it had already consumed over seventy percent of his soul energy. With his soul sea nearly dry, he could no longer unleash his strongest techniques.
He could still cast standard mythical arts, but he couldn’t mobilize the Avici Hell again and could only summon the Gate of Darkness once more.
A deafening explosion followed. Cracks rippled outward in a spiderweb pattern as the mountain range flattened, and the seventeen surrounding peaks became riddled with holes. The devastation alone rivaled that of the Void Realm.
A heartbeat later, the enormous Heavenly Primal Wheel burst into countless fragments that hung in the air.
“Devour!” Liu Wuxie roared. Despite being shattered, the Heavenly Primal Wheel still held vast reserves of energy. More importantly, its Earth Immortal Realm laws poured into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and nourished it.
The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron hadn’t evolved in a long time. As it devoured the Heavenly Primal Wheel, the wheel dissolved into countless substances that clung to the cauldron’s surface. No one had expected the Gate of Darkness to be so mighty. The most shocked of them all was Liu Wuxie, whose shock was clear as he realized that he had severely underestimated it.
After the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron refined the Heavenly Primal Wheel, it began to transform. Its internal space expanded, the Demonic Purgatory Chains thickened, and a demonic flame rumbled forth, blanketing the sky.
The Avici Hell grew more complete than before, and a strange palace manifested above it. This was the Purgatory God Palace, forged by the Purgatory God in ancient times.
No one knew how many cycles the universe had endured or how many deities had fallen along the way.
***
Suddenly, aboard the Grand Unity Sect’s warship, Elder Li spat a mouthful of blood. A sharp pain tore through his soul sea as if something had ripped it open. Someone had destroyed his lifebound artifact—not refined it, but destroyed it—and its soul imprint shattered along with it.
“Elder Li, what’s going on?” Sang Lu asked, his composure breaking.
“Someone shattered the Heavenly Primal Wheel,” Elder Li replied, his face draining of blood as he trembled. The news rocked everyone, including Sang Lu, who trembled.
To destroy the Heavenly Primal Wheel, the culprit had to stand at least at the pinnacle of the Void Realm. By all logic, the nether clan’s experts wouldn’t intervene with the passage between the ninth and tenth levels; the passage remained sealed, and no human had ever set foot on the tenth level.
The tenth level counted as the Netherworld’s depths, and its environment wasn’t suitable for humans.
“Are you sure someone destroyed the Heavenly Primal Wheel?” the other elders pressed. The interstellar gate sent anyone who reached the Void Realm back. That meant the one who destroyed it wasn’t even at the Void Realm.
“I’m certain,” Elder Li said with a nod.
Silence fell over the Grand Unity Sect’s warship, and every elder’s breathing grew heavy.
“Things have developed beyond our expectations,” Sang Lu said with a frown. He crushed a Communication Talisman to report the matter to the sect master.
***
The Grand Unity Sect’s setback dealt a heavy blow to the entire sect.
Vanya’s spiritual array also fractured, teetering on the verge of collapse. When the aftershocks finally faded, the plain returned to calm.
The notion that Liu Wuxie had refined the Heavenly Primal Wheel flooded everyone’s mind, and shock stamped every face.
Even the members of the faceless clan began to retreat; Liu Wuxie was too powerful, and no one felt confident about stopping him.
After all, Liu Wuxie had used overwhelming advantage to crush the Grand Unity Sect’s ploy, and his retaliation had cost them even the Heavenly Primal Wheel.
“Die!” Liu Wuxie’s gaze speared the distance and locked onto the seventeen mountains.
“Everyone, fall back!” Roars erupted from the seventeen mountains as the Grand Unity Sect disciples ran for their lives.
Liu Wuxie streaked like a meteor toward the nearest mountain, releasing the aura of a first-level Primal Origin Realm cultivator. His cultivation hadn’t risen after refining the Heavenly Primal Wheel, but his desolate world had grown larger, reinforced by the laws of the Earth Immortal Realm.
He summoned the Heretic Blade to lock down the entire mountain. Then, he followed up with the Dragon-Grasping Hand, the Great Frost Mythical Art, the Great Spatial Mythical Art, the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, and more. His mythical arts blanketed the sky.
Far in the distance, the members of the divine race had already gathered, and the Divine Son stood among them with a blank face.
“Divine Son, his growth is too fast. I’m afraid that in another year…” the divinekin beside him didn’t dare continue, afraid to offend him.
“You’re trying to say he’s more talented than me?” the Divine Son asked, glancing at the divinekin.
“No!” the divinekin replied, head lowered. He didn’t even dare breathe loudly.
The Divine Son looked away toward the battlefield. His fighting spirit blazed, itching to charge in.
In a sliver of an instant, Liu Wuxie appeared atop a mountain where the Grand Unity Sect disciples hadn’t escaped in time.
Among the seventeen mountains, each peak held two hundred disciples. When the Heretic Blade descended, more than fifty bodies burst apart, and their blood rained from the sky.
As the slaughter continued, the energy and laws in the air thinned, devoured by Liu Wuxie. He intended to kill every Grand Unity Sect disciple and consume the laws and energy in their bodies to push himself into the second level of the Primal Origin Realm.
The slaughter quickened. Liu Wuxie sealed the entire mountain, and his execution of the Great Spatial Mythical Art flowed even more smoothly.
In barely a minute, the mountain’s two hundred disciples lay dead, and such killing efficiency sent chills crawling over everyone’s skin. This wasn’t killing; it was butchery.
The Grand Unity Sect disciples had no room to resist; he harvested their lives. After he emptied this mountain, he vanished and rushed to the next. On the distant peaks, a complete retreat had already begun. Liu Wuxie meant to kill as many as he could before they fled, and best of all would be to slaughter them all.
“What a terrifying pace of slaughter,” the beastkin said, their faces twisted with fear. Though their bloodline carried its own bloodlust, they felt like meek lambs beside Liu Wuxie.
Another few hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples fell, and Liu Wuxie’s aura swelled even stronger. His figure blurred as he cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art and raced toward the third mountain.
After devouring the energy and laws of four hundred people, his desolate world finally reached saturation, and he could attempt a breakthrough to the second-level Primal Origin Realm.
His true essence manifested as a dragon and smashed the gateway to the second level. His aura soared severalfold as he completed the breakthrough.
“That’s too horrifying! Liu Wuxie is too horrifying!”
Everyone watched him flash from peak to peak, leaving no corpse intact behind him.
***
Deep within the Grand Unity Sect, the elders guarding the Soul Hall panicked like ants on a hot wok. Every disciple who had joined the sect had carved a name on a Soul Tablet, and a tablet’s destruction meant the respective disciple’s death.
The Soul Tablets shattered in batches, and their panic only worsened.
***
After his breakthrough, Liu Wuxie’s speed surged, multiplying his killing pace.
The Great Five Elemental Mythical Art descended from the sky, flattening an entire mountain with just a single strike. This power exceeded everyone’s comprehension, and they watched his eyes redden from the slaughter.
On several distant mountains, the Grand Unity Sect disciples had already vanished. When they glanced back and saw Liu Wuxie slaughtering those who couldn’t retreat in time, their eyes widened in rage, and they gnashed their teeth in hatred.
A’Lei and the others stepped out of the spiritual array with satisfied smiles when they saw Liu Wuxie’s slaughter.
“Brother Liu is too powerful. He has already surpassed us giants in raw strength,” A’Li said, without a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
The third mountain vanished, and the fourth and fifth vanished as well. When the eighth mountain vanished, the remaining Grand Unity Sect disciples fled toward the depths of the ninth level, and Liu Wuxie’s slaughter finally began to slow down.
In just fifteen minutes, Liu Wuxie had slaughtered more than one thousand six hundred Grand Unity Sect disciples. Even he hadn’t expected such a terrifying pace—killing so many by himself.
He knew the Ghost Pupil had influenced him. If he were to not rein that force in, it would warp his future development and awaken his inner demon again.
After the slaughter, Liu Wuxie’s mood gradually calmed down. He hovered in the air like a god of death, sweeping his gaze around, and anyone who met his eyes fled without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, the mountain range became empty. Only Liu Wuxie and a few Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples remained. The giants and elves had regrouped at the center of the plain. If they hadn’t held the enemies at bay, he wouldn’t have had enough time to manifest the Avici Hell.
“The Grand Unity Sect kicked an iron plate this time and suffered disastrous losses,” said those who had fled and gathered a few hundred miles away.
Liu Wuxie naturally wouldn’t kill the innocent. If he slaughtered hundreds of thousands at once, he would likely draw the wrath of the entire Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain.
The Grand Unity Sect disciples who had fled gradually regrouped, but none of them spoke; their hearts were too heavy for words.
