Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 943 - Law of the Divine Sword

Just as Liu Wuxie was about to give up, the Heretic Blade began to buzz in his hand. It seemed to have sensed something as a golden strand of law hovered above the sword spring, unleashing an overwhelming aura.

"The law of an ancient divine sword!" an exclamation came from the cultivators nearby.

This spring had nurtured a divine sword in the past, and not just any divine sword, but one at the level of a heaven-spirit artifact, at the very least. A heaven-spirit artifact corresponded to the Heaven Profound Realm.

Liu Wuxie could upgrade the Heretic Blade if it could absorb this strand of law.

"Grab it!"

The dozens of cultivators rushed forward to seize the ancient divine sword's law.

"Fuck off!" Liu Wuxie roared. He was the one who had discovered the sword spring and wouldn't allow it to be stolen from him. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the cultivators tumbling back.

"Brat, you're courting death!" The dozens of cultivators, who came from different factions, now shared a common enemy.

"You people are the ones courting death. Get lost before I lose my patience," Liu Wuxie snapped. He did not need to hold back in this world; he would kill anyone who dared to approach.

"What a joke! Someone at the True Profound Realm dares to be so arrogant?" a cultivator at the fourth-level Spirit Profound Realm mocked as he stepped forward. He was the strongest among them, hoping to seize the strand of the divine sword's law.

The group formed an encirclement, quickly surrounding the sword spring.

The ancient divine sword's law hovered above the spring, releasing an overwhelming aura.

"Since you refuse to listen, don't blame me for what comes next," Liu Wuxie said coldly. He knew these people would attack the moment he tried to claim the ancient divine sword's law, which meant the only solution was to eliminate everyone.

"Enough talk. Kill him! We'll divide the divine sword's law amongst us!" The fourth-level Spirit Profound Realm cultivator was cunning, hoping to use the others to get rid of Liu Wuxie and reap the rewards.

However, no one was foolish enough to make the first move as they fell into a tense standoff.

A sneer rose on Liu Wuxie's lips, and he reached out for the divine sword's law, planning to retrieve it before anyone else.

"You're courting death!" The fourth-level Spirit Profound Realm cultivator finally snapped, striking his palm with immense force. A terrifying outburst of Spirit Profound Realm's aura swept out, warping the surrounding laws.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie planned to make an example out of someone and unleashed an icy ray with a finger tap.

Before the Spirit Profound Realm cultivator could react, he froze in place, encased in a solid block of ice.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. Liu Wuxie's strength had caught them by surprise. They had underestimated him, and even someone at the fourth level of the Spirit Profound Realm was no match for him.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, leave now!" Liu Wuxie didn't continue his slaughter as they had no feud. But if they insisted on snatching the divine sword's law from him, he wouldn't hesitate to take their lives.

Rustling sounds echoed as the dozen cultivators stepped back. But none left, as the divine sword's law was too precious for them to give up. Whether to strengthen their artifact or for other purposes, it was a priceless treasure.

They all felt uncomfortable at the thought that such a treasure had fallen into the hands of someone at the True Profound Realm.

With no one daring to interfere, Liu Wuxie crouched and reached again for the divine sword's law. The moment he came in contact with it, he felt like a surge of electricity was coursing through his body.

The divine sword's law suddenly released a terrifying outburst that nearly sent Liu Wuxie flying.

What terrifying divine sword's laws...just how many divine swords did this sword spring nurture in the past?

Perhaps cultivators at the Heaven Profound Realm were once commonplace in ancient times. However, the collapse of the astral domain had shattered humanity's inheritance, leaving a gaping void in their legacy. Of course, this was merely Liu Wuxie's speculation.

Back then, the Earth Profound Realm might have only been the starting point. The True Martial Continent could simply be a lower-tier domain—divided between the mundane world and the cultivation world.

There was only a single strand of the divine sword's law, yet it weighed as heavily as a mountain.

Liu Wuxie carefully stored it in his interspatial ring, planning to refine it later after finding a safe place.

After losing the divine sword's law, the sword spring reverted to normal, and the spirituality inside it began to dissipate.

Unless a new sword were placed in to nurture for thousands of years, this sword spring wouldn't give birth to another strand of the divine sword's law.

With nothing more to gain here, Liu Wuxie turned to leave without delay. He had already scanned the area—there were no other sword springs nearby. And even if there were, they lay buried too deep underground for him to reach.

He strode across the plain, but the dozen cultivators didn't give up; they continued to tail him, maintaining a distance of several kilometers and keeping up with his pace whenever he sped up or slowed down.

They still hadn't given up on the divine sword's law. They knew they were no match for Liu Wuxie, but that didn't mean they couldn't call in stronger allies to help.

After crossing the plain, a city came into view. Despite being tattered with collapsed buildings, it still whispered of its past glory.

The scale of this city rivaled that of Astral Glory City. Most buildings were intact and were hotspots for cultivators to explore for hidden treasures.

Most importantly, cities were far safer than the wilderness. After all, the Corpse Devouring Beast roamed in the wilderness at night, which made it far too dangerous.

After traveling for days, Liu Wuxie was weary and decided to find a place to rest.

The city gates had eroded with time, and the heavily worn and blurred characters could barely be made out: Heaven-Earth City.

Not long after Liu Wuxie entered the city, the dozen cultivators trailing him also entered.

Plenty of people were in the city, and Liu Wuxie took out the map to confirm that Heaven-Earth City was located in the northwest of this world. Dozens of cities on a similar scale were dotted across the map.

Great distances separated each city, and it would take months to traverse from one to another without a teleportation array. Moreover, flight was also impossible in this world, which meant everyone could only travel on foot.

Liu Wuxie found a relatively clean house, removed array flags, and inserted them into the surroundings to keep intruders at bay. He planned to fuse the divine sword's law into the Heretic Blade.

After all, upgrading the Heretic Blade could boost his combat strength effectively.

Most cultivators were rummaging through the city, hoping to find secret chambers.

Over the centuries, several fortunate individuals had discovered secret chambers containing a large stash of treasures.

Then again, the odds were too low, and only a handful had succeeded.

Liu Wuxie didn't rush to retrieve the Heretic Blade and sat with his legs crossed, using the environment in this world to his advantage to practice the Spatial Dao Art.

At nightfall, more cultivators entered the city.

Reaching out, Liu Wuxie grabbed a few distorted space shards and studied them carefully.

Suddenly, the Ancestral Tree began to stir within the desolate world.

"The divine race, they're also here!" Liu Wuxie's eyes snapped open. The Ancestral Tree had sensed the presence of the divine race in this city.

Ten thousand meters away from Liu Wuxie, a group of divinekin had appeared, looking almost identical to humans.

"That's the ancestral tree's aura!"

A powerful divinekin had picked up the aura of the ancestral tree.

The divine race harbored a deep, instinctive fear of the ancestral tree, which was why they had sensed its aura so quickly.

"The Ye'lo Tribe has informed us that the one carrying the ancestral tree is called Liu Wuxie. He should be in the city. Find him!"

The divine race was divided into many tribes in the Central Plains.

The canyon Liu Wuxie had once wandered into belonged to the Ye'lo Tribe, named after its leader, Ye'lo, who resided in the castle at its heart.

The Ye'lo Tribe had informed the other tribes about the news of the ancestral tree. Almost every tribe that belonged to the divine race knew of Liu Wuxie's existence, and they wanted him dead.

"Everyone, spread out! The ancestral tree is close. With Liu Wuxie's portrait, we'll be able to find him soon!"

Liu Wuxie's portrait had already been distributed amongst the divinekin. With his portrait in hand, they could find him easily.

Dozens of divinekin spread out, presenting Liu Wuxie's portrait to everyone they met in search of information about him.

Two hours later, a divinekin found information on Liu Wuxie's whereabouts. This person had searched for the sword spring alongside Liu Wuxie earlier that day.

As the ancestral tree began to pulse faster, Liu Wuxie knew danger was approaching. He stood up—there was no time left for cultivation.

The divine race was stronger than humans. This meant escape would be near impossible if someone at the high-level Spirit Profound Realm showed up.

He exited the house and retrieved the array flags before darting deeper into the city.

"His trail leads that way!" The closer they got to Liu Wuxie, the ancestral tree's aura stood out like a ray of light in the darkness, and the divinekin immediately chased in Liu Wuxie's direction.

No matter how Liu Wuxie changed his direction, the divinekin could still track him down.

Just then, four mysterious black figures entered the city.

"His aura is here, and he's close," said the black figure in the middle, checking his compass.

Like a sleek leopard, Liu Wuxie darted through the city and concealed the ancestral tree's aura, ensuring the divinekin couldn't find him. He created a barrier around the desolate world, sealing the ancestral tree's aura inside.

In the next moment, the divinekin lost track of him and wandered around the city aimlessly.

"Damn it! That accursed human!" the divinekin roared, but there was nothing they could do.

They had come to the sacred ground to destroy the ancestral tree.

Upon learning that Liu Wuxie had entered the sacred ground, several tribes had joined forces and dispatched their elites.

The Ye'lo Tribe had sent the twelve fiends, who were also hunting for Liu Wuxie. Even the Star Cat Race had dispatched their elites into the sacred ground.

After shaking off the divine race, Liu Wuxie heaved a sigh of relief but didn't dare to lower his guard. He could also feel someone else hunting him besides the divine race.

At his level of cultivation, he could vaguely sense the invisible threads of fate concerning his life and death.

The four black figures moved like phantoms, weightless and silent as they shuttled through the city. When night descended and cloaked the city, they melted into the darkness as they closed in on Liu Wuxie.

Although Liu Wuxie had severed the ancestral tree's connection with the divine race, he couldn't conceal his aura. All of a sudden, his hair stood on end. He felt like prey being hunted by a demonic beast, ready to devour him alive.

Suddenly, the house where Liu Wuxie had taken shelter collapsed, and four black figures lunged at him from all sides, swords flashing coldly.