Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1589 - Eighth-Level Earth Immortal Realm
Chapter 1589 – Eighth-Level Earth Immortal Realm
The Desolate World and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron fused into a single entity, and as the two began to restructure and combine, Liu Wuxie couldn’t interfere at all and could only watch and wait.
Heaven represents life, Earth represents death, Yang represents life, and Yin represents death.
The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron sank into the depths of the Desolate World and began to expand, swelling into a pitch-black realm of its own. The Divine Purgatory Palace finally manifested as well, standing guard over the underground world.
The Divine Purgatory Palace continued to evolve and grew larger than before. Once it stabilized, the Nether Earth Palace formed beside it, and the two stood side by side.
“The Nether Earth Palace!”
The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron remained bottomless, and no one could tell how deep it went. The Desolate World transformed as countless flowers, grasses, and trees spread across the land, then bloomed in a sudden burst, painting the world with life.
The mountains rose higher, and the rivers, lakes, and seas became more realistic. The laws governing the various realms also gradually grew complete.
The Desolate World represents life, and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron represents death. With that, Liu Wuxie finally comprehended the Life and Death Transformation.
This new chapter was more profound than the previous one, and even Liu Wuxie couldn’t fully comprehend it in a short time. This cultivation technique had transcended the level of immortals, and even an Immortal Emperor would find many parts obscure to decipher.
A torrent of Quasi-Immortal Realm’s laws surged out of the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and flooded into the Desolate World. Those laws came from Nalan Qiwen’s corpse that the cauldron had devoured, and when Liu Wuxie circulated the evolved technique, cracking sounds rang through his body as every bone absorbed the laws of heaven and earth.
Liu Wuxie’s eyes lit up. “What a terrifying absorption speed!” He couldn’t describe what he felt.
The upgraded Desolate Devouring Art had become several times stronger than before, and most importantly, it could even draw wisps of immortal energy from heaven and earth.
“Time to make my breakthrough,” Liu Wuxie murmured. Terrifying energy rippled outward as over thirty million astral crystals detonated at once.
A black hole formed above the Desolate World. Liu Wuxie could no longer summon the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron after it fused with the world; they had been separate entities before, but the Life and Death Transformation changed everything.
Even so, Liu Wuxie’s devouring didn’t slow. The astral crystals disintegrated the moment they poured into the desolate world, breaking down into dense energy that seeped upward from the ground.
That made absorption far easier than before. The Quasi-Immortal Realm’s laws were so powerful that they filled the entire desolate world in an instant, and Liu Wuxie’s aura climbed rapidly, charging toward the eighth-level Earth Immortal Realm.
The Heavenly Deity Monument no longer hovered in the air. It had become a monument planted atop a mountain peak, merging with the desolate world and becoming part of it, and even the other realms that had once been independent merged into it.
Liu Wuxie’s immortal energy began to turn golden, and all thirty million astral crystals had already been exhausted. He didn’t hesitate to take out another twenty million and throw them into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.
Then Liu Wuxie placed an immortal stone above the desolate world, letting it hover there as it constantly released immortal energy.
A bold thought took shape in Liu Wuxie’s mind. “All the worlds have merged. Even the Heavenly Deity Monument and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron have merged with the desolate world. Does this mean that I can mobilize the entire desolate world to unleash a peerless strike?”
If he could mobilize the entire world, then he could also mobilize the power of the Heavenly Deity Monument and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.
Liu Wuxie stayed within the Path of Samsara and didn’t leave it. A pitch-black gate suddenly appeared in the sky as the Gate of Samsara began to manifest.
Gaining control of the Gate of Samsara meant Liu Wuxie had grasped the Great Samsara Mythical Art. This was only a phantom, because the actual Gate of Samsara was a physical entity.
Liu Wuxie’s aura surged again as powerful laws drove his cultivation toward the eighth-level Earth Immortal Realm. Boundless laws and divine force filled every corner of his body, increasing the strength surging through his limbs.
The unity with heaven and earth’s profundity deepened, aligning Liu Wuxie even more closely with the world and enabling his comprehension to advance faster.
Immortal energy fell like dew across the desolate world, and it converted half of Liu Wuxie’s immortal energy into gold. By now, the desolate world overflowed with immortal energy.
At dawn on the third day, the Gate of Samsara trembled suddenly as a towering figure emerged from behind it. After going through samsara, Liu Wuxie had grown taller and more imposing, standing like a deity, making it impossible for anyone to stare at him directly.
Even quasi-immortals now stood beneath his gaze.
His rise in cultivation meant he no longer feared them, though killing one would still demand effort. At the very least, none could corner him as they once had. Every mythical art he unleashed now aligned seamlessly with heaven and earth.
For the time being, Liu Wuxie could only wield three mythical arts: the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, the Divine Eternal Fist, and the Heavenbound Immortal Finger.
The Divine Purgatory Palace and the Heavenly Deity Monument had merged into the desolate world. Ghost Pupil had become his very eyes, letting him see through all things. The Nether Deity Harvest had dissolved into soul energy, Soul Forge Art had become his primordial spirit, and the Great Conversion Mythical Art had transformed into faith energy that filled the desolate world. Yin, Yang, Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning had become his flesh and bones.
The power of the Heaven-Severing Strike could no longer keep pace with Liu Wuxie’s strength.
As for the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms and the Dragon-Grasping Hand, they became dragon power that fused seamlessly with the Dragon Realm in the desolate world.
Even if the number of mythical arts Liu Wuxie could wield had decreased, he had become far more powerful. The true meaning of Dao was to convert complexity into simplicity, and he had fused all paths into one.
The moment Gong Gong saw Liu Wuxie, a smile rose to his lips.
“I’ve kept you waiting,” Liu Wuxie said, as if he had already known Gong Gong would wait for him.
“I came too late,” Gong Gong replied, guilt flashing across his face. If he had arrived a step earlier, Liu Wuxie wouldn’t have died.
“Heaven and earth are full of variables. Even if you had arrived earlier, it wouldn’t have changed anything,” Liu Wuxie replied. His deeper comprehension of unity with heaven and earth had also granted him deeper insight into the heavenly dao.
Some outcomes already lay knotted in fate’s threads, so even if Gong Gong had shown up a day earlier, the same events would still have unfolded.
“I need a large amount of witcher energy,” Gong Gong said, not bothering with pretense.
“I will give you the witcher energy, but I need you to help me with a few things,” Liu Wuxie said.
With the Witcher Realm merged into the Desolate World and his cultivation advancing further, it now produced boundless witcher energy daily.
Not only could he sustain Gong Gong, but he could nourish additional members of the Witcher Clan as well.
“What do you need?” Gong Gong asked. Even if Liu Wuxie demanded ten tasks, he would still agree without hesitation.
“To kill,” Liu Wuxie said, and murderous intent erupted from him, making the surrounding ocean rumble violently. Water geysers shot into the sky and froze in midair, refusing to fall.
Many people on the distant islands witnessed the scene, yet no one understood what had happened.
Gong Gong agreed without even pausing. “Done.” The target meant nothing to him.
Even though the crisis had become a blessing in disguise and allowed Liu Wuxie to revive through the Great Samsara Mythical Art, he still hadn’t forgotten his hatred.
With a flicker, Liu Wuxie and the two members of the Witcher Clan appeared on an island, which was one of the Seventy-Two Caves’ outposts.
“Annihilate them,” Liu Wuxie said. He didn’t bother moving and left it to Gong Gong and the other Witcher Clan expert.
Gong Gong still didn’t move, and he only glanced at his companion.
With a thunderous rumble, a colossal palm descended from the sky and erased the entire island. Not even an insect escaped, and everything vanished in an instant.
This was the twentieth-ranked cave lord’s territory, and that cave lord had a cultivation at the third-level Heaven Gaze Realm. He died before he even had the chance to resist, and Liu Wuxie continued his purge without slowing.
The pirates of the Seventy-Two Caves dwindled with every breath, and in less than two hours, over thirty islands had been erased by Liu Wuxie.
Such brutal slaughter naturally drew everyone’s attention. Cultivators rose into the sky to see what was happening, but the moment they spotted Liu Wuxie, countless people went weak in the knees and nearly collapsed.
Soon, news spread throughout the Thousand Islands Sea Region that Liu Wuxie had returned with two quasi-immortals and had begun a massacre. Panic exploded instantly because no one knew whose head Liu Wuxie’s blade would claim next.
Only a few hours remained of the three days Hua Feiyu had mentioned, and everyone in the Heavenly Dao Society felt their anxiety tightening by the breath.
At last, a hidden message reached the Heavenly Dao Society. They received it even before the Heavenly Dragon Sect did because Miao Jianying’s intelligence network already covered all four astral domains.
Miao Jianying ran into the main hall with the message. “Wuxie is still alive, and he’s slaughtering his way through the Thousand Islands Sea Region!”
“Is it true?” Mu Tianli asked as he snatched the Communication Talisman.
“It’s true,” Miao Jianying replied, enunciating each word.
The moment they heard it, Xu Lingxue and the others wept with relief, finally able to breathe after days of torment.
That relief shattered almost instantly when a thunderous roar shook the skies, and countless experts appeared above the Heavenly Dao Society.
“An enemy attack!” No one expected enemies to attack the Heavenly Dao Society at the exact moment they received news of Liu Wuxie.
Hundreds of experts at the Heaven Gaze Realm unleashed their strongest attacks, tore open a hole, and breached the Heavenly Dao Society’s defenses.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect had stationed many experts within the Heavenly Dao Society, and even they were caught off guard by the sudden assault.
Slaughter erupted immediately as members of the Heavenly Dao Society began falling in droves. The news shook the Heavenly Dragon Sect to its core. Who dared to attack the Heavenly Dao Society under their protection? They dispatched reinforcements at once.
However, before those reinforcements could reach the Heavenly Dao Society, a mysterious group intercepted them.
“The Grand Unity Sect!” The interceptors were experts from the Grand Unity Sect, which raised an even bigger question. Who was attacking the Heavenly Dao Society?
The Divine Alchemy Sect alone could never accomplish this. The Grand Unity Sect had a clear goal to intercept the Heavenly Dragon Sect and keep them from responding.
All of this unfolded without Liu Wuxie’s knowledge. When the pirates of the Seventy-Two Caves received word of it, they scattered in panic.
However, Liu Wuxie had already captured the entire Thousand Islands Sea Region with Ghost Pupil, and no one could escape his gaze, no matter where they tried to hide.
After crushing his way through, Liu Wuxie finally arrived before the Snowfall Cave.
He had already wiped out seventy-one caves, and from this day onward, the Thousand Islands Sea Region would no longer have pirates of the Seventy-Two Caves.
“Attack,” Liu Wuxie said, his face devoid of expression.
At this stage of his cultivation, he stood above heaven and earth. In his eyes, ordinary mortals were nothing more than ants.
The Witcher Clan expert accompanying Gong Gong was called Yin, and he had already slaughtered tens of thousands along the way there.
Half the island vanished under a single blow as pirates fled in panic. The slaughter didn’t stop there because Yin turned into a streak of light and plunged toward the island’s depths.
