Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1547 - Angel Spring

Chapter 1547 – Angel Spring
Yin and yang energies had always existed within Liu Wuxie’s body, yet this time those energies transformed violently and began to tremble. Light gradually fused into yang, while yin sank into darkness, and the two condensed into the sun and the moon.
That shift meant the desolate world now possessed day and night. His cultivation climbed in a surging tide before finally halting at the pinnacle of the fifth-level Earth Immortal Realm. Even after it stopped, the energy from the Sacred Pond continued to temper Liu Wuxie’s body without pause.
Liu Wuxie tightened his hold on Ariel and summoned the Ancestral Tree, channeling a vast amount of energy into her body to help her recover her injuries.
“Change back… change back,” Liu Wuxie prayed silently, desperately hoping Ariel could return. If she hadn’t saved him, she would never have ended up like this.
Ariel’s eyes turned blank. She had no idea where she was as she nestled against Liu Wuxie’s chest. Instinctively, she grew fond of his scent, especially with yin and yang energies circulating within Liu Wuxie’s body.
Half a day passed in the Sacred Pond, and Liu Wuxie only surfaced once his cultivation stopped rising. When he returned to the shore, he dressed himself while Ariel stood beside him, staring around in bewildered confusion.
Seeing Ariel revert to her ancestral form, Liu Wuxie’s face tightened with pain. He crouched and beckoned gently, and Ariel actually ran over to him.
“Ariel, do you know who I am?” Liu Wuxie asked softly, still hoping Ariel could remember him.
Ariel circled Liu Wuxie once, unable to comprehend what he was saying.
Liu Wuxie attempted to enter Ariel’s soul sea, but the instant his divine sense touched it, she cried out in pain. Her soul sea had grown weaker than that of an ordinary cultivator at the Primal Origin Realm.
“It’s my fault… You’ve become like this because of me,” Liu Wuxie said in guilt as he gently stroked Ariel’s white feathers.
Ariel clearly liked the way Liu Wuxie caressed her feathers, and she leaned against him with contentment.
Then Liu Wuxie carried Ariel and retraced their path. With a flicker, he entered the Gate of Spacetime and exited the Sacred Mountain.
At this very moment, Black Crow Clan swarmed the sky, probing the Spirit Clan and launching attacks from time to time.
When Liu Wuxie looked at the Black Crow Clan, murderous intent burst from his eyes. After all, the Black Crow Clan stood as the main reason Ariel had ended up in this state.
“Black Crow Clan… there’s no longer a need for your race to exist in the world,” Liu Wuxie said.
The moment he emerged from the Sacred Pond, the three grand elders rushed over at once. When they saw Ariel in Liu Wuxie’s embrace, they wiped away their tears.
With a flicker, Liu Wuxie appeared in the main hall with Ariel. The moment he set her down, Ariel began hopping around, peering left and right with curious interest.
The chieftain immediately rose to her feet and pulled Ariel into her embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” Liu Wuxie said, dropping to one knee, feeling guilty.
“It has nothing to do with you. You’ve done enough for the Spirit Clan,” the chieftain said, releasing Ariel and helping Liu Wuxie back to his feet. After all, Ariel had chosen to save Liu Wuxie, and if anyone deserved blame, it was the Black Crow Clan.
“Chieftain, what happened to Ariel, and is there a way to help her recover?” Liu Wuxie asked as he rose to his feet. No matter what, he had already decided he would restore Ariel to the way she had been before.
The Spirit Clan had spent countless years evolving into their humanoid form. The moment Ariel reverted to her ancestral form, she had to begin that evolution all over again.
“It won’t be easy,” the chieftain said with a shake of her head. She didn’t think Liu Wuxie could accomplish it with his current strength.
“I, Liu Wuxie, swear that I’ll restore her regardless of the cost. Please tell me how,” Liu Wuxie asked firmly.
Ariel had thrown her life in without any hesitation to save him, so how could he possibly stand by doing nothing?
The three grand elders stood in the main hall, saying nothing because even they didn’t know how to restore Ariel.
“The Angel Spring,” the chieftain said.
“The legendary Angel Spring…” Liu Wuxie asked, his face tightening with shock. The Angel Spring could be considered a priceless treasure in the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm.
“Let’s leave it to fate. Don’t force yourself,” the chieftain said, her age seeming to deepen dramatically in an instant.
“Don’t worry. I will find the Angel Spring,” Liu Wuxie said with a deep breath. As long as Liu Wuxie managed to return to the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, he would be able to find the Angel Spring.
The chieftain naturally didn’t take it seriously, because the Angel Spring had long vanished without a trace. It couldn’t appear in the four astral domains, proving the chieftain didn’t know about the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, and Liu Wuxie didn’t bother to explain.
Ariel wriggled free from the chieftain’s embrace and ran over to Liu Wuxie, rubbing her feathers against him and urging him to play with her.
That scene made the chieftain’s eyes narrow because Ariel had chosen of her own accord to stay by Liu Wuxie’s side.
Just like that, Liu Wuxie began to play with Ariel in the main hall. They chased after each other as she flapped her wings and coaxed him to chase after her. They played like that for about two hours before Ariel finally nestled in Liu Wuxie’s arms.
Liu Wuxie caressed Ariel with tender affection, and that emotion reflected in his eyes. Though he had known Ariel for less than three days, the resonance they shared in the Sacred Pond made it feel as though they had known each other for centuries.
The chieftain walked over, intending to carry Ariel away. But Ariel refused to leave and insisted on sleeping in Liu Wuxie’s embrace.
“Take care of her,” the chieftain said, leaving Ariel in Liu Wuxie’s hands.
When Liu Wuxie returned to his courtyard, he placed Ariel on the bed and stepped out into the courtyard, staring at the starry sky with his brows locked.
“Feathered Emperor, where’s my elder cousin?” Achiel asked when he couldn’t see his cousin anywhere. After all, his elder cousin had taken Liu Wuxie into the Sacred Mountain.
“She has gone to a very faraway place, and she won’t return anytime soon,” Liu Wuxie said, crafting a white lie to brush it aside.
“Feathered Emperor, the Black Crow Clan is still gathering its forces. This might be a fight to the death, and you should leave when you get the chance before the war begins. You still have many things to do. You shouldn’t delay your time in the Spirit Clan,” Achiel said earnestly.
“Leave?” Liu Wuxie shook his head, and boundless murderous intent erupted from his eyes. He had no intention of leaving without slaughtering the Black Crow Clan.
“Achiel, you said that the Spirit Clan can restrain the Black Crow Clan. What do you mean by that?” Liu Wuxie asked, sitting down and motioning for Achiel to explain how the Spirit Clan could suppress them.
After his breakthrough to the fifth-level Earth Immortal Realm, his soul energy surged. Coupled with his dual cultivation with Ariel, his Soul Forge Art had undergone a drastic transformation, especially Soul Spear, which had split into five, and even his Soul Fire had grown stronger than before. Even so, he still didn’t understand how the Spirit Clan could restrain the Black Crow Clan.
“I don’t know the exact details, but it seems to be an ancient incantation that could pair with the Soul Forge Art to counter the Black Crow Clan’s Black God and heavily damage their soul seas. If our ancestor hadn’t shown mercy and spared the Black Crow Clan, we would’ve wiped them out long ago,” Achiel said, sharing everything he knew.
Time had swallowed the incantation long ago, and no one could say which chant could counter the Black Crow Clan. To prevent the Spirit Clan from recovering, the Black Crow Clan had launched frequent attacks over the years.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the Spirit Clan had attacked all the way to the Black Crow Clan’s lair and nearly wiped them out. But the Spirit Clan’s ancestor had decided to spare the Black Crow Clan after their chieftain had kneeled and kowtowed.
The Black Crow Clan had lain low for countless years before they had finally made their comeback.
“Does your Spirit Clan have any place to store ancient books? Can you take me there?” Liu Wuxie asked. He hoped to find some clues in the Spirit Clan’s books.
The Heavenly Dao Book could decipher countless things, and he may be able to restore the lost incantation. Even if there was a single line of incantation left, he could rely on the Heavenly Dao Book to deduce the complete version.
“We do, but it requires the chieftain’s approval,” Achiel replied with a nod.
The Spirit Clan’s archive recorded their history and was normally not open to outsiders.
“I’ll go see the chieftain,” Liu Wuxie said and headed toward the chieftain’s residence. When he stated his purpose, the chieftain agreed, leaving Liu Wuxie surprised.
“This is the Spirit Clan’s forbidden ground. Outsiders aren’t allowed to set foot here. But since you’ve inherited the mantle of the Feathered Emperor, you naturally have the right to enter,” the chieftain said and opened a long-sealed door, revealing a rotten and stale air that gushed out.
Liu Wuxie stepped through the threshold and entered. The room wasn’t large, but it contained thousands of books.
The chieftain closed the door so Liu Wuxie could read in peace, and she told him to leave once he finished.
The light inside was dim, with a single window admitting faint threads of sunlight.
Liu Wuxie walked to the first bookshelf, where dust blanketed the books. He picked up the first book and began reading it. It wasn’t a martial-arts manual; it only recorded the Spirit Clan’s deeds, passed down through generations from the first era. He immersed himself fully, and with the Heavenly Dao Book around, his reading speed became terrifyingly fast.
“I hadn’t expected the Spirit Clan to have existed since ancient times with a long lineage of several million years…” Liu Wuxie murmured in shock.
The Spirit Clan’s existence stretched into the distant past, and it was no wonder Elder Wu Hen would say they were one of the ancient races that retained a rather complete inheritance. Many races still existed, but they had lost their inheritance.
After spending two hours, Liu Wuxie had finished reading through thousands of books. The contents were vast and comprehensive. Aside from the Spirit Clan, they also contained descriptions of the Black Crow Clan.
Liu Wuxie shut his eyes as the words streamed through his memories, reorganizing themselves. After another hour, he had carved every detail about the Spirit Clan deep into his mind.
“There’s no incantation anywhere,” Liu Wuxie murmured with a frown. He had read through all the books, yet not a single one mentioned the incantation, making him wonder whether Achiel had lied to him or whether the incantation had truly vanished from the Spirit Clan.
If there were really incantations, there should be records of them in the books. There were even details of how the Spirit Clan had defeated the Black Crow Clan, but they only described how the ancestor had used the Soul Forge Art without a single record of an incantation around.
Even so, Liu Wuxie refused to give up. He believed Achiel wouldn’t lie to him, so he began circling the room again, continuing to search in case he’d missed something.
Suddenly, rumbling sounds rolled through the air as the Black Crow Clan launched their assault once more, twice as fierce as before. They had gone all out this time with the determination to exterminate the Spirit Clan.
Liu Wuxie raised his head and looked at the sky window, polished with transparent crystal that allowed light to pass through. When his gaze fell onto the crystal stone, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
“This is weird… Why isn’t the crystal stone placed at the center?” Liu Wuxie asked with a frown.
Logically, a skylight window should be placed in the center to ensure even lighting in the room.


