Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1348 - Foundation for Generations
Chapter 1348 – Foundation for Generations
No one knew better than Elder Long what Liu Wuxie carried on his shoulders. Many could not even understand why he acted with such a high profile.
After all, most who joined the Heavenly Dragon Sect kept their heads low and cultivated in silence. However, Liu Wuxie had done the exact opposite, shattering records repeatedly and making waves across the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
Zhuge Ming took Liu Wuxie by the arm and left the martial field. They rode through the clouds toward the depths of the Heavenly Dragon Sect and the main hall.
Now that Liu Wuxie was at the third level of the Primal Origin Realm, even most inner elders could not compare to him. In sheer combat strength, he could kill a group of them in a split second.
They pierced the clouds and saw a majestic palace crowning the mountain’s summit. This was the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s tallest peak, steeped in dense spiritual energy, with celestial cranes gliding past it.
Pavilions ringed the mountain, and powerful, profound beasts kept watch. The sect reared them as flying mounts.
A massive platform stretched before the palace, its path paved with ancient stones etched in strange patterns. On either side stood two gigantic trees at least a hundred thousand years old.
The moment Liu Wuxie emerged, he sensed that both trees had birthed spirits. Their branches reached toward him, drawn by the Ancestral Tree. Elders in the vicinity traded startled looks; these were Heavenly Nether Divine Trees, so scarce that few existed across the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain.
The two trees had been guarding the main palace for hundreds of thousands of years and showed no friendly intent even to the sect master. Everyone was baffled to see them display such fondness for Liu Wuxie.
When Liu Wuxie gently stroked the branches, a bizarre scene unfolded: they wrapped around him, lifted him lightly, and poured wood-attribute energy into him.
Nourished by that flow, the Ancestral Tree grew larger and greener.
“He’s a monster,” many elders said, smiling bitterly as they stepped into the main hall.
Zhuge Ming was also surprised. Though his understanding of Liu Wuxie wasn’t as deep as Elder Long’s, he knew more of Liu Wuxie than Elder Long did, aside from affairs of the True Martial Continent.
After all, only the sect master and Zhuge Ming knew Liu Wuxie’s true identity in Mount Dragon City.
When the two trees set Liu Wuxie down, he bowed deeply to express gratitude for the wood-attribute energy. Then, he followed Zhuge Ming into the main hall.
A powerful aura swept over him the instant he crossed the threshold. More than three hundred Earth Immortals filled the hall, but the crowd was only a portion of the sect’s strength, as many others remained outside.
The sight finally gave Liu Wuxie a sense of the Heavenly Dragon Sect’s power.
Aside from Earth Immortals, many Heaven Gaze Realm experts stood present—fewer in number, roughly fifty—but they were the upper echelons, rarely seen.
Aside from those in life-or-death seclusion, most Heaven Gaze experts had come.
When Liu Wuxie entered, hundreds of gazes fell upon him; the pressure from the Heaven Gaze Realm was especially heavy, but the Heavenly Dao Book unfolded and negated it.
“This is interesting…” said an elder, surprised that Liu Wuxie actually managed to resist the pressure from experts at the Heaven Gaze Realm.
If it had been another ordinary person, terror would have seized them before so many experts. Even inner elders lacked the qualification to attend today. Though Elder Long held a high status, he had yet to reach the Earth Immortal Realm.
“There’s no need to worry. None of us bears any ill will,” Zhuge Ming whispered. But he did not know Liu Wuxie’s heart remained unruffled.
These people were only at the Heaven Gaze Realm, while Liu Wuxie’s goal was to become an immortal.
Divine senses swept through Liu Wuxie, and some carried ill intent. Most came from experts of the three institutions. As for the Spirit Sealing Institute, he had neither heard nor seen anyone from it yet. However, news of him slaying disciples of the Dharma and War Dragon Institutions had already spread.
Right at this moment, space distorted, and a middle-aged man emerged.
“Greetings, Sect Master!” Everyone rose to their feet at once.
“No need for formality. Please, be seated,” Hua Feiyu said as he took his seat. He did not send a projection this time but came in person, looking at Liu Wuxie with a gentle gaze. This was not their first meeting; they had met once in Mount Dragon City, though Liu Wuxie was unaware.
“Grant him a seat,” Hua Feiyu said, and a large chair appeared behind Liu Wuxie.
After securing first place in all four events of the Myriad Race Ceremony, Liu Wuxie had won unimaginable honor for the sect. The sect would not worry about resources for the next thousand years, and that alone qualified him to sit among the high council.
“Thank you,” Liu Wuxie bowed at Hua Feiyu. He knew that, without the sect master, he would have died at the mysterious black figure in Mount Dragon City.
Zhuge Ming returned to his place while Liu Wuxie sat in the center of the main hall.
“I believe everyone knows about what happened in the Myriad Race Ceremony. Liu Wuxie has secured the first place in all four events, breaking the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain’s record in the past million years.
“His achievement also laid an eternal foundation for the sect—a foundation of unprecedented fear!” Hua Feiyu rose and spoke in a joyful tone. It had been a long time since he felt so joyful.
The other elders nodded. Liu Wuxie had not only set a precedent; he had laid a foundation that would last for generations. For that merit alone, he deserved everyone’s respect.
“You flatter me, Sect Master. I merely did what ought to be done,” Liu Wuxie replied.
Only a small portion showed disdain, while at least eighty percent of the hall regarded him with a friendly gaze, and that was enough.
“Liu Wuxie, what reward do you want for securing so many resources for the sect?” Hua Feiyu asked, inviting him to make his request. Even if Liu Wuxie asked for an immortal’s baptism, he would agree without hesitation. But he already knew Liu Wuxie had another aim.
“I don’t want any reward,” Liu Wuxie replied, meeting Hua Feiyu’s eyes, devoid of any emotion.
His words immediately caused an uproar; the sect master had offered anything. He could even have requested to become the sect master’s disciple and stand shoulder to shoulder with the elders present.
Upon hearing that Liu Wuxie did not want anything, everyone was baffled, including Zhuge Ming. He had hinted in secret that Liu Wuxie should, if possible, become the sect master’s disciple.
“Is he insane? Not a single request?” Even the Earth Immortals present were baffled. They could not read Liu Wuxie’s mind.
“Liu Wuxie, do you have something else to say?” Hua Feiyu asked. He naturally knew what Liu Wuxie wanted.
Liu Wuxie glanced at Hua Feiyu, who gave him the stage, guiding him to speak. Hua Feiyu did not mention the True Martial Continent outright; he wanted Liu Wuxie to bring it forward himself.
“Sect Master, I don’t want any reward, and I’m willing to use them to save countless lives,” Liu Wuxie said, going down onto one knee.
The surrounding elders traded looks. None could comprehend what he meant. Anyone who took first in a single event of the Myriad Race Ceremony received vast rewards, including eighth-grade spiritual pills and guidance from Heaven Gaze Realm experts.
Liu Wuxie had secured first place in all four events, and he could have used the rewards to break through to the high levels of the Primal Origin Realm.
Hua Feiyu pinched his brows together and asked, “Rise and speak. Tell me about your difficulty, and I won’t refuse if it’s within my power.”
He had already shown support. The other elders grew curious as to why Liu Wuxie would forgo so much.
“I would like the sect to build an interstellar teleportation array for me,” Liu Wuxie said, remaining down on one knee.
This left all the elders confused, including those at the Heaven Gaze Realm. They did not know what he meant or intended.
“An interstellar teleportation array?” Hua Feiyu asked.
“That’s right, an interstellar teleportation array,” Liu Wuxie replied, rising back to his feet in a firm tone.
He could not achieve that with his current cultivation and needed the sect’s help. He needed the Heavenly Dragon Sect to set up an interstellar teleportation array to open the Astral Domain Path.
“All four astral domains have an interstellar teleportation array with each other now, and where do you want the new array to lead?” asked an elder at the Earth Immortal Realm.
The Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain already held three arrays—leading to the Laman, Spirit Martial, and Blood Fiend Astral Domains—which was why his request baffled them.
“The True Martial Continent,” Liu Wuxie said.
His words echoed like thunder across the hall, leaving everyone more confused. None had heard of the True Martial Continent.
“Liu Wuxie, setting up an interstellar teleportation array is no small matter. Please explain yourself clearly,” said another Earth Immortal.
Based on the honor Liu Wuxie had brought to the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the request was not unreasonable, but none of them knew the True Martial Continent.
“Does anyone still remember the battle three hundred thousand years ago?” Liu Wuxie asked, his tone turning grave as a domineering aura rolled off him. Faces across the hall changed as many elders suddenly felt the weight of his presence.
