Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1330 - Clash
Chapter 1330 – Clash
With the alchemy event nearing its end, Liu Wuxie stopped chasing the remaining Grand Unity Sect disciples. They had slipped into the mountain depths to hide, and if he were to pursue them now, the clash would turn gruesome.
The slaughter had drained Liu Wuxie’s soul sea, and he needed time to recover. He sat, letting nether energy pour in from all directions while ambient spiritual energy condensed into liquid, streaming into him.
As his strength rose, his second-level Primal Origin Realm aura swept out like a tidal wave. He drove the Desolate Devouring Art faster and soon reached another breakthrough. Spatial shards crystallized and vanished into the air.
“Absorbing laws from heaven and earth! What heaven-defying cultivation method is he practicing?!” The Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples kept their distance, eyes wide with shock.
On the final day, everyone focused on cultivation.
Soon, the interstellar gate appeared, signaling the end of the alchemy event.
Liu Wuxie opened his eyes, and his divine sense swept outward as if reaching the universe’s depths. After absorbing vast amounts of nether energy, the Ghost Pupil grew stronger than ever, and the Gate of Darkness expanded beyond expectations—now rivaling and even surpassing Avici Hell as an offensive force.
“Let’s go!” Many cultivators started leaving the Netherworld through the interstellar gate.
Liu Wuxie led the elves and giants through the gate as well. The interstellar gate stood so massive that it enveloped the majority of the ninth level.
A wave of distortion washed over everyone for a few breaths, and their bodies swayed as they emerged from the gate. When Liu Wuxie stepped out, he first saw Zhuge Ming. The elves and giants returned to their warships, while Liu Wuxie followed Zhuge Ming back toward the Heavenly Dragon Gate region.
“Look! The Grand Unity Sect disciples seem to be missing a lot.” From the nearby Nine Dragon Palace warship, they noted that only a little over 1,700 disciples had returned, even though the Grand Unity Sect sent three to four thousand to the alchemy event.
No one else emerged from the interstellar gate, which meant only this many from the Grand Unity Sect left the Netherworld. The other races suffered losses as well, but their numbers stayed within acceptable bounds.
Every year, the Myriad Race Ceremony would claim lives, but a loss of more than a thousand disciples from a single force was unprecedented.
Where had the rest gone? The Nine Dragon Palace wasn’t the only one baffled; the other powers were, too.
When Liu Wuxie returned to the warship, he didn’t rest, as they would soon begin refining pills.
The fallout from the Netherworld continued to brew.
“Hua Haosheng!” Liu Wuxie swept his gaze across the warship and locked onto Hua Haosheng.
At Liu Wuxie’s roar, Hua Haosheng hunched his neck and retreated.
Liu Wuxie vanished from where he stood and appeared before Hua Haosheng, moving so fast that even Void Realm cultivators failed to react.
“W-What are you trying to do?” Hua Haosheng finally panicked. He had personally watched Liu Wuxie slay more than 1,600 Grand Unity Sect disciples.
Liu Wuxie didn’t hesitate. He swung his palm and sent Hua Haosheng flying with a slap, leaving a palm print on the man’s left cheek.
“That’s what I’m going to do,” Liu Wuxie said. With the elders present, he couldn’t kill Hua Haosheng, so he vented his anger with a slap.
Hua Haosheng crashed into a corner of the warship, stunned. The surrounding disciples backed away; no one stepped in to help, and they stared at him with open disgust.
“Liu Wuxie, you dare hit me?!” Hua Haosheng sprang to his feet, eyes bloodshot. His cultivation path had gone smoothly since his youth, and no one had ever dared strike him.
Even the elders treated him with respect, yet Liu Wuxie humiliated him in front of so many people with a slap.
“So what?” Liu Wuxie vanished again and cracked a second slap across Hua Haosheng’s right cheek. Both cheeks swelled at once.
“Wuxie, what happened?” Elder Long asked as he rushed out to intervene.
“You ask him,” Liu Wuxie said with a flick of his sleeve. If the nether clan hadn’t opened the entrance to the Yin-Yang Realm, he would already have killed Hua Haosheng.
Elder Long quickly questioned the surrounding disciples and soon learned what had happened in the Netherworld. Word also spread that Hua Haosheng had joined others to ambush Liu Wuxie.
A thunderous boom erupted as a dragon claw appeared and slammed into Hua Haosheng. The strike came not from Liu Wuxie, but from Elder Long.
Bones crackled throughout Hua Haosheng’s body, and no one knew how many of his bones had ended up shattering.
“As a disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, how dare you commit such a filthy act? I’ll have the Punishment Hall punish you when we return,” Elder Long said, fuming. He had assumed a simple conflict had happened between Liu Wuxie and Hua Haosheng, so he hadn’t expected that Hua Haosheng had actually tried to kill Liu Wuxie.
How could he not be furious?
The other races hadn’t been able to kill Liu Wuxie, but he nearly died at the hands of fellow Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples. How could the elders present not be enraged?
Humiliated, Hua Haosheng sat with eyes burning, wishing he could tear Liu Wuxie apart. Given Elder Long’s status, he could cripple Hua Haosheng’s cultivation outright, so why only punish him? That alone proved Hua Haosheng’s extraordinary status, enough that even Elder Long didn’t dare kill him.
Suddenly, a low buzz rolled out as the warship activated its defenses, and a storm of mythical arts crashed onto the Heavenly Dragon Sect vessel.
The warship withstood the first wave, and then an expert at the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm struck.
Sang Lu formed seals and unleashed a ray that tore through space, threatening to rip the Heavenly Dragon Sect warship apart.
“Sang Lu, you’re courting death!” Zhuge Ming roared. His figure trembled, and he appeared outside the warship, striking with his palm.
Even Earth Immortal Realm cultivators had no right to interfere in a battle between Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm experts.
Void Realm cultivators could only retreat far away, while those at the Primal Origin Realm stayed deep within the warship.
With a thunderous rumble, a powerful shockwave swept out and sent nearby warships flying. Moments later, boundless black wind surged from the universe’s depths, collapsing the surrounding space and forming a terrifying scene.
Everyone nearby stared in shock, unable to comprehend what was unfolding.
“What tricks is the Grand Unity Sect playing? Why attack the Heavenly Dragon Sect?” Experts from other forces hovered nearby, but none dared approach.
Violent winds raged over White Moon Valley, leaving devastation in their wake. The clash between Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm experts was nothing short of world-shaking.
“Zhuge Ming, hand that brat over, or my Grand Unity Sect won’t let this rest today!” Sang Lu roared, but Zhuge Ming met and deflected his attacks.
The two hovered proudly in the air and released powerful shockwaves. Laws surfaced around them, and a clash could erupt at any moment. If they fought, the aftermath would be devastating, as both stood at the pinnacle of the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Why should I obey when you tell me to hand him over?” Zhuge Ming exploded, hurling profanity.
A month ago, the Grand Unity Sect attacked the Heavenly Dragon Sect, but allied forces on every front forced the Grand Unity Sect to retreat. Now they returned a month later—how could Zhuge Ming not be enraged?
Word of the Netherworld events spread quickly, and the surrounding discussions naturally reached Zhuge Ming’s ears.
News that Liu Wuxie destroyed the Heavenly Primal Wheel and killed more than 1,600 disciples instantly set the crowd roaring.
“The Heavenly Primal Wheel and the Myriad-Phase Divine Buddha Array—quite the handiwork from the Grand Unity Sect,” remarked an expert from Eternal Grain Star. He couldn’t believe someone at the Primal Origin Realm had accomplished such feats.
Everyone learned of Liu Wuxie’s breakthrough to the second-level Primal Origin Realm. In just a few months, he sped from the fourth-level Origin Conversion Realm to his current heights, shattering everyone’s understanding.
“The Grand Unity Sect racked their brains to kill Liu Wuxie, but they ended up losing the Heavenly Primal Wheel along with more than a thousand disciples,” someone gloated, delighted to see the Grand Unity Sect suffer.
Everyone discussed how Liu Wuxie turned the tide alone, making him the hot topic.
“This kid is a monster,” said an elder from the Absolute Frost Palace, stroking his beard.
Dozens of Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm experts stood to the side, and no one stepped forward to mediate this time. The feud between the two forces ran too deep for outsiders to intervene.
By killing so many Grand Unity Sect disciples, Liu Wuxie reignited the ancient feud between the two factions, a grudge smoldering for hundreds of thousands of years.
“Zhuge Ming, do you want an all-out war?” Sang Lu asked after a deep breath. Rage flared in his chest as terrifying laws of the Earth Immortal Realm manifested into a giant palm. If it descended, its force alone could destroy half of White Moon Valley.
“If it’s a fight you want, I’ll give you one!” Zhuge Ming roared. He formed seals and conjured another giant palm that blanketed the sky. The clash began in full as violent wind howled and the heavens trembled.
Elder Long staggered when he heard Liu Wuxie had slain more than 1,600 Grand Unity Sect disciples.
“If you two want a fight, count me in!” A powerful force swept over from tens of thousands of meters away. The giant clan had intervened, and warships on both sides split apart under the immense pressure.
The force surged straight toward Sang Lu. If he attacked, that pressure would kill everyone on the Grand Unity Sect warship. No one expected the giant clan to step in on the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s side.
The pressure loomed like a colossal mountain, its destructive force palpable.
“In the name of my clan’s guardian, I summon the Water Spirit in the atmosphere. Lend me your power to destroy my enemy—Icebound Roar!” A powerful surge of water swept over as the elven race intervened as well.
A powerful elf hovered in the air, radiating formidable magic, his strength comparable to the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm.
With three experts surrounding Sang Lu, the Grand Unity Sect’s odds of victory dropped to nearly zero.
