Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1481 - Heavenly Deity Monument
Chapter 1481 – Heavenly Deity Monument
Liu Wuxie froze on the spot, shock holding him there. He had converted many people into his devotees over the years, yet he couldn’t recall ever converting this burly man.
“Who are you? Where are we? And why are you calling me master?” Liu Wuxie asked, firing off three critical questions as his thoughts spun at top speed.
“Master, do you really not remember who I am?” the burly man asked as he rose to his feet, studying the familiar face before him with a trace of confusion.
“I don’t remember,” Liu Wuxie replied, shaking his head. Whether in his first life or his second, he held no memory of the man standing before him.
“It’s normal that you don’t remember me. You have reincarnated, and you will naturally remember me when your memory returns.
“I’m only a wisp of a remnant soul, and my time is limited. Ask whatever question you have, Master,” the burly man said as his figure dimmed even further. His presence so far was only being sustained by sheer willpower.
“Who am I, and why do you call me ‘Master’?” Liu Wuxie asked. Since the burly man refused to deny that identity, Liu Wuxie chose to press on himself.
“I cannot tell you that. The time isn’t right, and there will be changes in the heavenly dao if I reveal it. You will also face tremendous danger as a result,” the burly man replied, shaking his head.
He didn’t refuse out of unwillingness, but because he simply couldn’t answer.
If he were to answer, the heavenly dao would shift, and the future would become uncertain. If someone knew their future in advance, it would be the same as rewriting the heavenly dao’s rules; for example, if a person knew he would become unimaginably wealthy, would he still work as hard as he did now?
Liu Wuxie nodded, grasping what the burly man meant. Moments ago, the Heavenly Dao Book had also warned him not to tamper with the heavenly dao’s rules, as no one could resist the heavenly dao unless they could rule over it.
“Where are we?” Liu Wuxie asked his second question, noticing the burly man’s figure fade with every breath.
“We’re inside the Heavenly Deity Monument. You have personally created this world,” the burly man said, finally revealing the name of the monument.
“Who are the names engraved on the monument then?” Liu Wuxie asked, speaking even faster as he sensed the burly man’s remnant soul nearing its end.
At best, the man could last a few more minutes before time ran out and he dissipated into nothingness.
“Every name is a life. The Heavenly Deity Monument bears the names of all members of the Heavenly Deity Army. They died bravely, so the world should remember them,” the burly man said. The thought of more than a million soldiers being wiped out dulled his eyes.
Liu Wuxie sucked in a cold breath. He wouldn’t be surprised by an army of a million mortals, but he knew every member of the Heavenly Deity Army had surpassed even immortals.
“How did the Heavenly Deity Monument fall into the Outer Astral Spacetime? Is it a deity beyond immortals?” Liu Wuxie continued without pausing.
The Heavenly Deity Monument clearly didn’t belong to the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, and it likely came from an even higher plane—the divine realm.
“I can’t answer that. After that battle, the Heavenly Deity Monument fell into the endless cosmos after your death. As for whether it was a deity beyond immortals, you should have an answer by now,” the burly man replied, refusing to answer directly while still guiding him.
As the burly man had said, Liu Wuxie already had an answer in his heart.
“Since I’m the one who forged this monument, does it mean that I can control it?” Liu Wuxie asked.
The Heavenly Deity Monument could be compared to a quasi-immortal artifact, and if he could control it, he could kill experts at the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm.
“Master forged the Heavenly Deity Monument, but you’ve been through several reincarnations. I don’t know if you still can control it. However, if you can comprehend the profundity of eternity, you would naturally be able to receive the Heavenly Deity Monument’s acknowledgement,” the burly man said as he continued to fade.
Even so, the burly man’s words still pointed Liu Wuxie toward a path.
Liu Wuxie searched through his memories and found nothing about the Heavenly Deity Monument. He knew the burly man wouldn’t speak without a reason, and this left Liu Wuxie wondering about who he was and why he felt that strange power of fate.
Liu Wuxie felt as if his mind would explode under the weight of it all. He had thought he was only an Immortal Emperor who had reincarnated, but now, it seemed everything was far more complicated than he had imagined.
He couldn’t even imagine what kind of battle demanded the dispatch of a million soldiers, especially when he himself had fallen in it.
“What is eternity?” Liu Wuxie asked, forcing the question out even as he stared at how the burly man still survived with only his upper body left.
“Master has created this eternal world long ago, and I believe that you will one day restore it to its former glory. I hope that one day, I can follow Master again to wage war across countless worlds,” the burly man said, and by then, he had only a head left.
“Give me a hint. What should I do once you’re gone? How can I leave this place?” Liu Wuxie nearly shouted. The burly man had dumped a mountain of mysteries on him and expected him to solve them alone.
The burly man didn’t answer, offering only a faint smile before he dissipated completely and vanished from the world.
When the burly man disappeared before him, an inexplicable ache spread through Liu Wuxie’s chest. He couldn’t put it into words, but it felt like the pain of losing family.
He had never met the burly man before, and they weren’t acquainted at all. Yet for some reason, his heart still wrenched at the sight of his disappearance.
In that instant, he almost believed everything the burly man said, and perhaps they had truly known each other, but now, only heaven knew what had happened between them.
The burly man refused to reveal anything to protect Liu Wuxie.
The scenery around him didn’t change at all, with immortal energy rising in streams, birds singing, and the fragrance of flowers permeating the air.
Yet Liu Wuxie’s mood sank low, as he remained trapped here, and the burly man had told him plainly that he would have to comprehend the profundity of eternity if he wanted to control the Heavenly Deity Monument and leave this place.
Time did not flow inside the Heavenly Deity Monument, and the outside world remained unchanged from the moment Liu Wuxie had entered until now.
Without any passage of time, Liu Wuxie could remain here for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, and it would still be equal to only a single breath outside.
He wandered this world in a slow circle, and for some reason, every blade of grass and every tree sparked a sense of familiarity within him. Even if this wasn’t a real world but only an illusory realm, it still made him reluctant to leave, as the place looked too beautiful—breathtakingly beautiful.
He began to wonder if he had built this place back then solely to comprehend the profundity of eternity. However, he quickly shook his head. Perhaps the burly man was right, and he was the former’s master.
Since he had reincarnated, he had forgotten everything from the past and had to start again from scratch.
He sat down with his legs crossed to comprehend the profundity of eternity. When he climbed the monument earlier, he had already found a direction, but he hadn’t acted on it yet.
The profundity of eternity meant immortality and undying, so Liu Wuxie decided to begin with undying and expand outward, forging a bridge toward eternity.
As time slipped by, Liu Wuxie forgot time itself and everything around him. Without him realizing it, the Divine Heavenly Feather Robe gradually faded, and a few hundred years passed just like that.
He entered a state of selfless meditation, utterly immersed in his own world. He would not rest until he reached his goal.
A universe filled with countless stars appeared above Liu Wuxie, and he felt as though he had glimpsed an immortal gate. The gate marked the path leading to the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, and if he opened it, he would be able to ascend.
The profundity of eternity began spreading through heaven and earth, stretching across the cosmos and reaching countless worlds. In the process, it alarmed many ancient beings.
“The eternal intent. Could he have returned?” A sigh sounded somewhere in a parallel universe.
In the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, everyone felt violent fluctuations as Liu Wuxie’s aura seeped through the gate and reached the celestial realm once more.
When Liu Wuxie looked at the familiar world before him, waves of shock surged through his heart. Before, many had dismissed it as a coincidence—Liu Wuxie had died in that battle, so how could he possibly return to life?
“The aura came from the mortal realm. We must kill him! Otherwise, we will all die once he returns to the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm!” The experts who had besieged Liu Wuxie in the past emerged one after another, staring into the distance.
Liu Wuxie knew nothing about any of it, and he had no idea that a single strand of his aura entering the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm could trigger such upheaval.
It wasn’t because his aura had become powerful, but because the eternal intent was shaking both heaven and earth.
“Send someone to the mortal realm immediately! Kill Liu Wuxie at any cost!” Various experts gathered and dispatched people to the mortal realm.
Without Liu Wuxie realizing it, a silent crisis began closing in on him.
At that very moment, several figures appeared before a River of Fate.
“This is the place,” Lingqiong Yu said, waving to several people in the distance after confirming the location.
Every person in that group had reached the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm, yet no one knew why they had come here. The River of Fate wasn’t in the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, but lay unimaginably far away in the outer world.
Ordinary people would never come here lightly. If they accidentally fell into the River of Fate, it would drag them into endless reincarnations.
“We’ll begin from here and find Liu Wuxie’s previous life to kill it. This way, we’ll be able to sever his past and present,” Lingqiong Yu said, venom dripping from his words.
They had already deduced that Liu Wuxie had to be the reincarnation of an expert, and they believed severing his previous life would trigger a devastating backlash in his present life.
They set up a massive altar, and the River of Fate began to roar as the power of fate surged within. What they attempted amounted to challenging the heavenly dao, and the river raged violently the moment they summoned the altar.
A blue-robed man stood before Lingqiong Yu. He was wearing a bamboo hat that concealed his appearance, but he clearly didn’t belong to the Lingqiong Clan.
“Senior Jia Mo, you can begin now,” another member of the Lingqiong Clan said, gesturing for the blue-robed man to start.
If anyone discovered this man went by Jia Mo, the entire Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain would tremble—rumors said he had disappeared for countless years. He excelled in divination, especially when it involved fate.
Jia Mo slowly lifted his bamboo hat, revealing a sickly face. Festering pus covered his entire visage, and worms writhed within it. The mere sight of him made Lingqiong Yu retch and vomit on the spot.
The other two members of the Lingqiong Clan gnashed their teeth, fighting down the urge to vomit.
All at once, Jia Mo turned to stare at Lingqiong Yu, and two bizarre worms crawled out of his eyes before flying into Lingqiong Yu’s mouth.
The moment the worms slid down Lingqiong Yu’s throat and into his stomach, nausea struck him even harder. Shortly after, Lingqiong Yu clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground, screaming in pain.
