Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1347 - Third-Level Primal Origin Realm
Chapter 1347 – Third-Level Primal Origin Realm
The Great Divine Sun Crystal stirred restlessly, while Liu Wuxie stood on the verge of making a breakthrough to the third-level Primal Origin Realm. The Moon Tribulation Incineration Array spread outward, its spiritual array shifting at will.
Liu Wuxie gripped the Thunderclap Sword and brought it down in a thunderous arc. The Grand Unity Sect needed hundreds of people to wield the Thunderclap Sword, but he was different. The true essence within his desolate world was a hundredfold that of others, letting him drive the sword with ease.
With the terrifying abundance of laws in the desolate world backing him, he needed no special technique; the Thunderclap Sword’s raw might alone crushed all in its path, and Grand Unity Sect disciples fell one after another.
“Run!” the Grand Unity Sect elder roared.
“Great Spatial Mythical Art!” His experience in the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower made Liu Wuxie’s spatial mastery even more monstrous. The instant he cast it, a radius of ten thousand meters fell under his control.
Aside from the few Grand Unity Sect disciples who fled at the first moment, he trapped the rest inside his domain. The death toll climbed as torrents of energy and laws poured into the desolate world.
The Great Divine Sun Crystal refined faster; yin and yang energies revolved and hammered the gate to the third-level Primal Origin Realm again and again.
The sky seemed to split as chaos swept the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower—cultivators from other forces scattered, not wanting to be caught in the aftershocks.
Some participants had already exited from the first level and rushed back to their warships to report. The news that Liu Wuxie had secured first place left the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s upper echelons silent—for a heartbeat—before they erupted into cheers.
“Third-level of the Primal Origin Realm, break!” Liu Wuxie roared. His true essence surged into a golden divine dragon that tore through the gate. Power flooded out and into the desolate world, lifting his cultivation in the blink of an eye.
His rate of breakthrough bordered on the monstrous. With it achieved, his killing speed climbed again.
When the Thunderclap Sword fell, over thirty Grand Unity Sect disciples exploded at once, their laws and energies flowing into the desolate world. After a series of breakthroughs, his desolate world expanded by roughly one-third compared to when he was at the second level.
Yin and yang energies radiated farther, birthing sun, moon, and stars within the desolate world.
“Liu Wuxie can’t be human!” Many cultivators had withdrawn to a distance to watch the fight.
As a flood of interspatial rings landed in his hands, Liu Wuxie resolved to keep them as capital for the Heavenly Dao Society. When he returned to the True Martial Continent, he planned to bring a group back with him and raise their cultivation swiftly with these resources.
In the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, Heaven Profound Realm experts could not even be considered the bottom of the pyramid.
“Kill!” the Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples roared as they plunged back into battle, coordinating with the Moon Tribulation Incineration Array to form a three-pronged assault.
The Grand Unity Sect had no room to retaliate, especially with the Moon Tribulation Incineration Array cutting down all in its path. For every enemy they slew, the reward was a hundred thousand astral stones, and the disciples went mad for it.
“What a terrifying spiritual array! So they vanished for three days to practice this spiritual array,” the Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples gasped, stunned by its power.
The battle lasted fifteen minutes, and all enemies fell—over a thousand Grand Unity Sect disciples, along with experts from other forces.
When Liu Wuxie’s aura finally settled, he had collected more than five thousand interspatial rings. The other Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples gathered the rest.
The Grand Unity Sect had sent four thousand disciples to the Myriad Race Ceremony; fewer than three hundred survived. It was unprecedented—a disastrous blow.
Seeing the outcome, the Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples roared in triumph. Many would have died here without Liu Wuxie, and more than a few collapsed to their knees in tears.
They had matured in this battle and would one day become the sect’s pillars. Rewards from the sect awaited them on their return.
“Big Brother Liu, thank heavens that you arrived in time,” Vanya said emotionally.
Liu Wuxie gently tidied Vanya’s hair, and she lowered her head, suddenly shy.
“You’ve all worked hard,” Liu Wuxie said. After this battle, everyone had made a name for themselves, himself included.
“Junior Brother Liu, let’s get out of this place quickly,” urged the Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples. Many cultivators had already left the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower, and it would not take long for this news to sweep across the world.
“Let’s go!” Liu Wuxie said. Newly broken through to the third-level Primal Origin Realm, he stood like a commander, his overwhelming aura forcing onlookers to look up to him.
When they returned to the first level, an uproar had already broken out over White Moon Valley. Hearing that Liu Wuxie was leading a troop against the Grand Unity Sect disciples, Zhuge Ming had maneuvered the warship to wait at the tower’s entrance.
The moment Liu Wuxie emerged, Zhuge Ming waved his hand and took more than a thousand Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples aboard.
At the same time, the Grand Unity Sect’s attack arrived. Space buckled as they waged war in rage.
“Go!” Zhuge Ming said. He had no intention of being drawn into the fight; the warship blinked away under his control.
Staring into the void, Sang Lu felt his heart bleed. Liu Wuxie’s emergence meant he had already wiped out the Grand Unity Sect forces inside the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower.
Looking at the mere three hundred disciples left, the Grand Unity Sect’s upper echelons fell into silence.
“Liu Wuxie! I’ll tear you apart! I swear that I’ll take your life!” Sang Lu roared, glaring in the direction the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s warship had departed. Those forces who had not left yet gloated, watching the Grand Unity Sect in a frenzy.
On the Sky Cloud Star and Tranquil Meteor Star warships, few experts remained. Mu Ye and Shen Tian felt a chill down their spines; they had sent many experts, after all.
Since Liu Wuxie survived the Divine Sun-Shooting Tower, their feud had become one to the death. They knew he would descend on their two planets sooner or later and trample them.
“Elder Sang, what should we do now?” asked the other Grand Unity Sect elders, at a loss as they watched the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s warship vanish.
“What else? Declare war on the Heavenly Dragon Sect!” Sang Lu roared, shattering the nearby space with a sweep of his hand.
For three hundred thousand years, the two sects had been maintaining a fragile peace, and now, war seemed inevitable. Whether it would become all-out war was unknown, but small-scale wars were certain. Nearly four thousand elite disciples were killed, after all, signifying the loss of an entire generation.
News of the Myriad Race Ceremony blazed across the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, and Liu Wuxie’s name spread along with it.
Back aboard the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s warship, peace settled as disciples crowded around Liu Wuxie with praise. The hundred chosen to practice the Moon Tribulation Incineration Array even decided to follow him.
Seeing this, Elder Long quietly wiped his tears. He felt grateful for giving Liu Wuxie the dragon clan’s blood essence and teaching him the True Dragon Physique.
While the disciples celebrated, several elders pinched their brows.
“Elder Zhuge, the Grand Unity Sect won’t let this matter go after suffering such a grievous blow. The friction between our two sects has become inevitable now,” said the Earth Immortals, plain worry on their faces.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect was slightly weaker in overall strength, yet neither side feared; both held immortals. If an all-out war broke out, both would suffer.
The Grand Unity Sect had only won the ancient battle through ambush, and because the Lingqiong Clan refused to help.
“Small scuffles will only benefit us instead, as they can promote the sect’s development. The Grand Unity Sect had clawed its way to the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain’s strongest force, and they won’t dare to start an all-out war easily,” Zhuge Ming replied.
The Grand Unity Sect had struggled to reach its current height, and an all-out war would wound both sides, leaving openings for others to overtake them. So long as the Grand Unity Sect was not foolish, it would not escalate, giving rivals their chance.
As an upper echelon of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Zhuge Ming had already read the sect master’s mind. Many could see that the Heavenly Dragon Sect lacked bloodlust; this was why Liu Wuxie wasn’t punished, even after repeatedly violating the sect’s rules.
As long as he hadn’t gone too far, the upper echelons were content to watch and wouldn’t pursue the matter.
The warship flew steadily through space and arrived above the Heavenly Dragon Sect after just one day. The sect’s upper echelons were already waiting on the martial field; word had reached them first.
When Elder Ding Yi heard that Liu Wuxie had secured first place in all four events, the elder leapt down from the chair and ran to the martial field at once.
The warship descended, and the disciples disembarked. Countless eyes instantly fell on Liu Wuxie. By merit alone, his standing now rivaled the high elders.
“Liu Wuxie! Liu Wuxie!” Many outer disciples cheered, especially those of the Heavenly Martial Institution. They had joined the sect alongside him, never imagining he would achieve what they could not dream of in a lifetime—slaughtering close to four thousand Grand Unity Sect disciples and winning first place in all four events.
“All Earth Immortal Realm elders, to the main hall!” A majestic voice rolled across the sky, followed by bell tolls that echoed through the mountain range.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect’s bell had not rung in many years; the last time was three hundred thousand years ago.
“Wuxie, come with me,” Zhuge Ming said. The sect master had ordered him to bring Liu Wuxie along.
“Go on!” Elder Long said, patting Liu Wuxie’s shoulder as tears wet his eyes; he wept like a child.
No one understood the weight on Liu Wuxie’s shoulders better than Elder Long. Now, all his effort had borne fruit, and Elder Long was genuinely happy for him.
Liu Wuxie offered Elder Long a deep bow on behalf of the entire True Martial Continent and its billions of lives.
