Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 1392 - Divine Avatar of Water

Chapter 1392 - Divine Avatar of Water
Liu Wuxie began preparing the token his master had given him, just in case. In the worst-case scenario, he could drag everyone down with him.
His hands moved swiftly, tracing soul runes in the air as dozens of martial souls charged at Elder Li, attempting to intercept him.
"Get lost!" Elder Li roared. As an expert at the pinnacle of the Void Realm, his terrifying strength sent a large number of martial souls flying to the side with a single palm.
The distance between him and Liu Wuxie shrank rapidly, and they were now within arm's reach. In another breath, Elder Li would be standing right before him.
Elder Shi and the others weren't idle either. They continued hunting martial souls, their eyes constantly on the battlefield.
When they saw Liu Wuxie on the brink of death under Elder Li's hand, the Grand Unity Sect experts began to burst into laughter.
"Liu Wuxie, die!" With a swift movement, Elder Li appeared before Liu Wuxie and unleashed an unstoppable shockwave, sending the rubble at his feet into a terrifying storm.
The shockwave pushed the surrounding martial souls back, preventing them from approaching.
"Avici Hell, crush him!" Liu Wuxie declared without hesitation, summoning the Avici Hell to crash down toward Elder Li.
The mysterious soul rune in the desolate world was almost completely refined, with only a sliver left behind. The Heavenly Dao Book had analyzed it repeatedly, fully grasping its profundity. With the soul rune now under his control, Liu Wuxie knew he could command all the martial souls present.
Amidst the loud
rumbling,
Elder Li dared not take the Avici Hell lightly.
Liu Wuxie, however, didn't dare use Ghost Pupil. If he did, the remaining martial souls would drain his soul sea dry and leave him vulnerable to possession.
Moreover, the Heavenly Dao Book was still under analysis. If he were to deplete his soul sea, it wouldn't be enough to rely on the Soul Shield to fend off the martial souls.
Elder Li struck at the Avici Hell with his palm, creating an ear-splitting rumble that echoed across thousands of kilometers.
The surrounding cultivators halted, their attention fixated on the battle. Everyone knew that whoever emerged victorious would be the one to benefit the most.
If Liu Wuxie survived, his gains would be unmatched.
Not only had he obtained the Three Thousand Weakwater, but he had also secured the mysterious soul rune. The mysterious soul rune was far more valuable than ordinary martial souls, as it would allow Liu Wuxie to control martial souls with greater precision.
In the future, the soul runes he inscribed would be more profound and powerful.
A powerful explosion echoed as Elder Li's palm collided with the Avici Hell. The shockwave spread like a mighty gale, sending both Liu Wuxie and Elder Li flying away.
Liu Wuxie skidded several hundred steps back before managing to regain his footing. A thin trickle of blood dripped from his lips. He knew he had no chance of defeating an expert at the ninth-level Void Realm.
After shattering the Avici Hell, Elder Li charged toward Liu Wuxie once again. He knew he had to end the battle quickly before Liu Wuxie could reveal any more tricks.
When the demonic aura returned to the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, Liu Wuxie realized he couldn't summon the Avici Hell again anytime soon.
"Liu Wuxie, I'll see how long you can hold on," Elder Li sneered, pouncing at Liu Wuxie like an eagle.
Liu Wuxie had no room to dodge. He crossed the distance of about a hundred steps in the blink of an eye.
"My methods are beyond your imagination. Since you want to play, I'll play with you," Liu Wuxie replied with a mocking smile.
The sight of Liu Wuxie's smile sent a chill down everyone's spine, but they couldn't quite pinpoint why.
Just then, all the human and blood fiend martial souls in the distance turned and charged toward the Grand Unity Sect cultivators.
"This is bad!" The Grand Unity Sect cultivators immediately recognized that they were in danger. However, they couldn't understand why the martial souls were attacking them.
The surrounding cultivators were just as confused, but it was too late to retreat. The martial souls had already formed a tight encirclement.
"You can all have fun on your own," Liu Wuxie said, tapping his foot on the ground and activating the Great Spatial Mythical Art, vanishing in an instant.
With a series of thunderous explosions, the martial souls detonated. To make matters even more horrifying, each one of them was comparable to a seventh-level Void Realm expert. The scene was nothing short of spectacular, as hundreds of martial souls self-destructed at once.
At the center of the battlefield, a massive black hole appeared, devouring everything in its path. The detonations were as powerful as a strike from an Earth Immortal.
Screams echoed in every direction. No one escaped the blast wave—not the Grand Unity Sect, not the other human cultivators, nor the blood fiends.
In the blink of an eye, the explosion killed hundreds of people.
Just moments ago, they had been reveling in the strength of their primordial spirits, strengthened by refining martial souls. Now, they were all crushed by the martial souls they had hunted.
"Liu Wuxie, damn you!" The blast left the survivors mangled, covered in blood, or missing limbs. Who could have predicted that all the martial souls would obey Liu Wuxie's command?
Liu Wuxie's goal had been simple—to kill as many as possible, ideally all of them.
"Retreat!" Elder Shi roared, forcing a gap through the remaining Grand Unity Sect disciples and leading them away.
The weaker disciples and elders weren't so fortunate, as the blast had killed them. In the blink of an eye, the Grand Unity Sect had suffered devastating losses. Only about ten disciples managed to escape. The rest perished, their primordial spirits unable to escape the blast.
The blood fiends also suffered severe losses. Of the two thousand blood fiends that had entered the sevenfold heaven, only five hundred remained.
As for the three thousand human cultivators who had entered, over half perished; only around a thousand managed to escape, many clutching their chests, gasping for breath as blood dripped from their mouths.
The aftershock of the detonation had ravaged their internal organs.
The sight of the mangled bodies on the ground left everyone breathless. All of the dead were experts at the Void Realm. On a small planet, each of them could have been an overlord, and the patriarchs of minor clans were typically at that level.
Yet, Liu Wuxie had killed close to two thousand of them in a single move.
With every martial soul detonated, a bottomless abyss appeared at the center of the battlefield. No one had time to clean up the wreckage, and they immediately began searching for Liu Wuxie's whereabouts.
"Liu Wuxie, I swear I'll kill you!" The surviving cultivators gritted their teeth, their hearts burning with hatred—even those who didn't have personal grievances against Liu Wuxie.
Liu Wuxie, however, was already long gone. The moment he seized control of the mysterious soul rune, he felt as though he had gained command over every martial soul. With that power, he immediately ordered them to self-destruct.
After all, everyone present harbored sinister ambitions, and none of them wanted him alive. Given that, Liu Wuxie saw no reason not to try to eliminate them all. Sadly, the martial souls weren't powerful enough to kill everyone.
Still, this event had sparked something in many cultivators at the pinnacle of the Void Realm. If any of them succeeded in breaking through to the Earth Immortal Realm, they would become Liu Wuxie's greatest threat. The Earth Immortal Realm was a level far above the Void Realm.
"It's a pity I've burned through all the martial souls. It'll be troublesome if I encounter anyone now without their help," Liu Wuxie murmured. He had exhausted all the martial souls he'd collected, and now, he was completely empty-handed.
He needed to reach the sixth level quickly to gain control over more martial souls. From his calculations, the martial souls on the sixth level would be comparable to the eighth-level Void Realm. If he could control even a few, he would have the power to protect himself.
Even if he couldn't kill everyone, it would be difficult for them to kill him, especially with the token his master had given him.
The light curtain leading to the sixth level appeared, and it looked like a waterfall hanging upside down from the sky.
Liu Wuxie dove into it the moment it opened. The others were still recovering from their injuries, and Liu Wuxie had taken the lead when the gateway appeared.
"We need to go now! We can't allow Liu Wuxie to escape!" The remaining cultivators had already experienced Liu Wuxie's power firsthand, and the consequences would be catastrophic if he were allowed to gain control of another horde of martial souls.
The remaining human cultivators and blood fiends didn't hesitate to rush toward the sixth level.
When Liu Wuxie passed through the light screen, he heard the sound of flowing water. As he burst from the water, he found himself in a vast ocean that stretched in every direction. It was like seawater had filled the entire world. Without hesitation, he chose a direction and fled.
By the time the others appeared in the sixth level, Liu Wuxie had already vanished without a trace.
"Damn it! He slipped away again!" The remaining cultivators were bewildered, staring at the boundless ocean. They didn't know which way to go, and the sheer size of the ocean made them hesitant to split up. They began grouping, hoping to increase their chances of survival.
Liu Wuxie jumped through space for tens of thousands of miles before stopping at a lone island ahead. It wasn't large, but it was enough for him to land on.
The island was barren, with only exposed stones. From the first level to the sixth, Liu Wuxie hadn't encountered a single living creature—just martial souls.
As soon as he landed on the island, he immediately suppressed his aura, ensuring no one would detect him even if other cultivators passed by. Then, he used Ghost Eye to examine the island.
He scanned the area, and the island's entire layout appeared in his soul sea. The island was about ten kilometers in diameter, oval-shaped, with a massive boulder at its highest point, resembling a pillar.
Liu Wuxie followed the line of sight down, hoping to uncover hidden secrets beneath the island.
"What's this?" Liu Wuxie froze as Ghost Eye pierced the ground. The island was hollow inside, with a massive boulder at the center, like a gate. If he could open that stone, he could gain access to the island's depths.
As Ghost Eye continued to delve deeper, Liu Wuxie grew more stunned. The Ancestral Tree stirred in the desolate world, warning him of approaching danger—not only from distant cultivators but also from the island itself.
As his line of sight dove even deeper, he saw a dark passage, revealing an underground world that seemed to stretch to the ocean's depths.
Suddenly, Liu Wuxie's pupils contracted as a familiar aura washed over him.
"Witch energy!" Liu Wuxie sensed the faint tremble of the Witcher Realm deep within the desolate world.
"Could there be a divine avatar buried here?" he murmured. He had already encountered Shebi Shi and Ru Shou, which allowed him to form the Witcher Realm in the desolate world.
This was an ocean, and among the twelve divine avatars, only Gong Gong represented water. He immediately wondered whether this was Gong Gong's burial ground.
Liu Wuxie frowned, unsure. It was only a speculation, and he couldn't be entirely sure. Since the fall of the twelve divine avatars, their burial place had always remained elusive.