Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1480 - Youve Finally Come

Chapter 1480 – You’ve Finally Come

Each of Hua Feiyu’s disciples truly stood out as extraordinary. After all, how could disciples of a prominent sect’s sect masters ever be simple?

The Heavenly Dao Book dispelled a vast portion of the pressure pressing on Liu Wuxie, yet he still couldn’t hold on for long, because it continued to drain his soul energy as well. Even so, if he couldn’t unravel the monument’s secrets, they would all remain trapped there until death.

When the Ghost Pupil reached the base of the monument, Liu Wuxie felt a murderous aura surge toward him, followed by a deafening boom that detonated in his ears. The sound resembled countless armies clashing together, and the sensation flung him onto the battlefield. It struck straight into Liu Wuxie’s soul, and nothing seemed able to stand before those armies.

A scene gradually took shape before Liu Wuxie as he watched a majestic army sweep through the heavens, shattering the nine heavens and ten lands and scouring the four seas and eight wildernesses. Their dominance felt absolute and unstoppable.

He had witnessed such a spectacular sight the moment he first came in contact with the monument, and he couldn’t imagine what he might see if he went deeper. He controlled the Ghost Pupil and kept climbing along the base, determined to unravel the monument’s secret before his soul energy ran out.

The profundity of eternity kept slamming into Liu Wuxie’s soul sea. As the Ghost Pupil continued its climb, it reached the monument’s front, where densely packed characters covered the surface, each stroke steeped in an ancient aura.

Then something even more terrifying emerged when those characters revealed themselves as names, and he sensed their souls stamped into the monument itself.

“This…” Liu Wuxie read through the millions of names etched on the monument, wondering who could have carved them. What secret did this monument hold? Could it actually be a tombstone?

As he climbed higher, the names he saw only multiplied. When they layered together, they seemed to form a majestic army.

“Could it be that every person in that army had their names carved on this monument?” Liu Wuxie asked himself.

In the mortal realm, many empires erected monuments to honor those who contributed to the empire, and Liu Wuxie wondered if this monument served that purpose. Yet unlike ordinary monuments, these names carried no records of deeds or achievements.

If the monument truly honored an army, it should have recorded their accomplishments, too.

Liu Wuxie’s soul energy kept draining, and his Ghost Pupil crept toward its limit. In response, Liu Wuxie paired it with Ghost Eye and tried to pierce into the monument’s interior.

From the outside, the monument looked plain and normal, and aside from that desolate aura and stark simplicity, he sensed nothing. Yet the names seemed to bore into the depths of his soul sea, and he realized he would never be able to forget them. He couldn’t even tell what kind of power could seize control of his primordial spirit like that.

The Ghost Pupil continued rising, reaching toward the depths of the universe, but Liu Wuxie had only climbed to one-third of the monument’s height.

More names etched themselves into his primordial spirit, and the names on the monument seemed to come alive as they drilled deeper into his soul sea. At the same time, the Heavenly Dao Book began recording them, sorting them into multiple sequences.

All of a sudden, Liu Wuxie heard a sigh that felt like the sigh of heaven itself. It bore the weight of a deity’s sigh, and the thought struck him hard: had the monument trapped a living being inside?

The Ghost Pupil kept climbing, and Liu Wuxie suspected deeper secrets lay further within. The sigh from earlier hadn’t been an illusion, because it had sounded sharp and clear in his ears, yet he still couldn’t tell where it came from.

The group below grew increasingly anxious. After Sun Xiao, Tang Shan, and Yin Ying broke through, their strength rose significantly, and they began practicing a combined formation.

They intended to use that formation to buy their junior brother time if a battle erupted.

The higher Liu Wuxie climbed, the fewer the names became, and the larger each name grew, with immortal runes covering every one of them.

“Who are these people? It’s impossible for me not to have heard about them if they came from the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm. If they were from the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, how could they possibly appear here?” Liu Wuxie grew more baffled. That could only mean the names didn’t belong to the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm or the four astral domains, so where had they come from?

“The eternity of heaven and earth, the immortality of all things. The profundity of eternity is immortality…” Liu Wuxie murmured as the Ghost Pupil climbed on.

With the Heavenly Dao Book’s deductions and by drawing on the energy the monument released, Liu Wuxie finally comprehended a wisp of eternity. Eternity meant immortality, and only by grasping it could one truly achieve immortality.

The profundity of undying referred to the immortality of the flesh, while eternity referred to the eternity of heaven and earth. That stood on an entirely different level above undying, and the two did not belong on the same plane.

As that faint comprehension rose within Liu Wuxie, he felt as though he understood the profundity of eternity, yet not completely. Everything remained hazy, like viewing flowers through a thin veil, and only by lifting that veil could he truly touch eternity’s depths.

If he succeeded, it would bring him a qualitative transformation, because his horizon had already expanded beyond what it once was.

Liu Wuxie could now practically confirm the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm was merely one among many celestial realms, and there had to be countless similar realms beyond it. In his previous life, when he reached the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had believed he stood atop the universe, but that belief felt ridiculous now.

The universe proved far vaster than he had ever imagined, and even as an Immortal Emperor, he could never cover every inch of it. With his own comprehension and the Heavenly Dao Book, Liu Wuxie believed he would soon grasp the profundity of eternity.

Wisps of insight streamed into Liu Wuxie’s mind, and by now the Ghost Pupil had climbed to the monument’s midpoint. What appeared there no longer consisted only of names, but of countless immortal runes intertwined like maps.

“This is a world plain,” Liu Wuxie said, staring in shock. This world looked even larger than the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, and he had no idea what place it represented. He had long engraved the maps of the four astral domains in his mind, yet none resembled the map before him.

When he focused on the immortal runes, the shock only deepened.

“The monument is hiding an enormous secret,” Liu Wuxie said. The Ghost Pupil abruptly shifted as Liu Wuxie manifested a projection of his proper form, and he began tracing his hands through the air, inscribing immortal runes that flowed into the monument.

He sensed that these immortal runes would serve as the key to unlocking the monument’s secret. As for the runes, he couldn’t understand them; he felt sure they exceeded the level of ordinary immortal runes. Yet, whether they counted as immortal runes or something else entirely, he had no information.

As the immortal runes flowed into the monument, a bizarre scene unfolded, and the runes carved on it seemed to come alive. A powerful suction force erupted from the monument, dragging Liu Wuxie’s divine sense into a vortex.

By the time Liu Wuxie tried to react, it was already too late, and it felt as though his divine sense had plunged into a boundless passage.

A savage tearing sensation ripped through him, and Liu Wuxie felt intense pain in his primordial spirit. His body shook violently. Sun Xiao, Tong Shan, and Yin Ying panicked at the sight, but they had no way to help him.

They knew Liu Wuxie had used Ghost Pupil to approach the monument, yet they had no idea what had happened beyond that.

Liu Wuxie’s trembling lasted for a few breaths before gradually calming and stopping. The Heavenly Dao Book vanished and returned to Liu Wuxie’s soul sea to guard it.

By then, Liu Wuxie had little soul energy left. When the Heavenly Dao Society returned, it released dazzling brilliance and broke down a large amount of soul energy to replenish his own. That meant he didn’t need to worry about his soul energy running dry for the moment.

Liu Wuxie felt his divine sense race down a long passage, but he had no idea where it ended up.

Boundless darkness swallowed him, and even the Ghost Pupil gave no reaction. That left Liu Wuxie with no choice but to let the suction force draw him deeper.

Since he couldn’t avoid it, whether it became fortune or calamity, he could only steady his mind and wait. His divine sense traveled for a few minutes before the suction force finally weakened, and the tearing pain in his soul sea faded away.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw only a desolate world that resembled a battlefield. The killing aura he had sensed earlier came from this place, and roars echoed across the surroundings.

The war had ended long ago, yet its echoes still clung to the battlefield, refusing to disperse. That lingering presence made Liu Wuxie even more curious about what had happened in that ancient battle.

Even the Grand Unity Sect’s ambush against the Heavenly Dragon Sect back then, which had once shaken the heavens, didn’t come close to this. This had been a war between deities!

After calming himself, Liu Wuxie walked across the battlefield, trying to sense the traces left by that ancient war. Faint silhouettes flickered in and out before him, and his mood turned heavy as he crossed the ruined ground.

Without warning, the suction force erupted again and yanked Liu Wuxie’s divine sense off the battlefield, hurling it somewhere else. The internal space here felt unimaginably vast.

This time, his divine sense didn’t travel through a dark passage but entered a world of light. Grasses, flowers, and trees bloomed all around him, and their fragrance drifted into Liu Wuxie’s nose.

This place looked like a paradise on earth, and the moment he arrived, boundless immortal energy poured into him. The flood left him stunned, because he hadn’t expected such a blessed land to exist inside the monument, and if someone cultivated here, reaching the Immortal Realm might even be possible.

But only his divine sense had arrived, and he couldn’t transport that immortal energy back to his body.

Even so, he still gained a clear benefit, because absorbing the immortal energy here would strengthen his soul energy. If he kept cultivating like this, then reaching the Immortal Realm would only be a matter of time.

At that moment, he felt as though he had returned to the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, and that familiar sensation washed over him again.

“This is brilliant! There are so many celestial realms’ laws here!” Liu Wuxie said as he absorbed the immortal energy without restraint, and even his physique benefited as his soul energy grew stronger.

When he looked around, the surrounding mountains appeared vividly real.

A sudden voice cut through Liu Wuxie’s focus and snapped him out of absorbing the immortal energy. “You’ve finally come!”

Liu Wuxie jolted as he stiffened, and he looked around, trying to find whoever had spoken.

“Who are you?” he asked warily.

“This subordinate greets the master.” A burly figure appeared before Liu Wuxie, dropped to one knee, and addressed him as “master,” leaving Liu Wuxie dumbfounded.

Though Liu Wuxie had converted countless people over the years, he couldn’t recall ever converting someone this powerful into a devotee.