Chapter 1272 - Samsara

Chapter 1272 - Samsara

He recognized that whoever forged the Samsara Blade must have comprehended the Great Samsara Mythical Art. If he could grasp its essence, he could enter samsara to revive friends and family, even after death.

Among the three thousand immortal arts in the celestial realm, samsara ranked at the very top, second only to fate. Yet fate existed only in legend; no one had witnessed it. In the absence of fate, samsara stood as the strongest.

However, destiny had already arisen within Liu Wuxie's soul sea—a form of fate. Attempting to comprehend the Great Fate Mythical Art would be no different from climbing the sky.

He exerted force with the Dragon-Grasping Hand and crushed the two divinekin. The energy in their corpses flowed into his body and formed two Divine Fruits on the Ancestral Tree.

Liu Wuxie refined the two Divine Fruits without hesitation, knowing the upcoming battles would only become more intense. More divinekin might even hunt him down.

He had to raise his cultivation by any means and, ideally, reach the fifth level of the Origin Conversion Realm. With the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, he would be able to kill opponents at the sixth level of the Primal Origin Realm.

A terrifying surge of divine force erupted within him, pouring toward the depths of the desolate world and pushing his cultivation closer to the fifth level of the Origin Conversion Realm. Watching from outside as Liu Wuxie slew the five divinekin, Elder Long finally let out a long breath of relief.

"Now, for me—extract the samsara power. Whether I can comprehend the Great Samsara Mythical Art doesn't matter; there are no downsides," Liu Wuxie murmured. He believed that, with his ability, he would grasp the Great Samsara Mythical Art sooner or later.

Even in his past life as an Immortal Emperor, he hadn't mastered many immortal arts. Across the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, few had ever grasped the five-element, samsara, or curse immortal arts.

When the samsara power entered the desolate world, a strange scene unfolded: a bizarre passage appeared and stretched toward an unknown destination.

"This is the samsara passage?" Liu Wuxie wondered. Legends claimed the far end of the passage was where souls went after death. To revive the dead, one had to enter the samsara world and bring them back to the living.

It seemed the Ancestral Tree's unease had come from that hint of samsara power. He stripped the samsara power from the blade, its quality plummeted, and he reduced it to an ordinary scimitar.

Tossing it aside, Liu Wuxie sat cross-legged to consolidate his gains. After refining five Divine Fruits, a terrifying divine force filled his body and required consolidation.

Chaos erupted across the mountain ranges. Hundreds fought over scarce blacksmithing materials, and conflicts among the races surfaced one after another. Since ancient times, the demon clan and the abyssal race had clashed with the human race; whenever they met, they fought. The ghost clan and the undead clan enjoyed consuming human primordial spirits, and human souls were delicacies to the faceless clan.

The races closest to humans were the giant clan and the elven race. Beastkin and the oceanic clan generally had no contact with humans and avoided life-and-death combat even when they crossed paths. The dwarf race was the toughest to deal with, ambushing others by nature. Even without a feud, they struck without hesitation, regardless of race. As the saying went, giants were easy to guard against, but imps were hard to handle—the imps referred to the dwarf race and the ghost clan.

Aside from digesting divine force, Liu Wuxie spent most of his time comprehending samsara power. He wanted to see whether it was as magical as legend said.

At dusk, he rose and ended his meditation. His control over divine force had become smoother. Looking ahead, he sped south.

He carried only Earth Gold, which didn't suffice to forge an artifact. He needed to hurry and gather more materials. Even superb skill meant nothing without the proper stock.

Through his comprehension, he gained a few insights into the Great Samsara Mythical Art, but his current samsara power was too weak, and his cultivation was lacking. Even if he comprehended the art, he still wouldn't be able to cast it.

Not long after he left, the space at the site of the previous battle distorted, forming a mysterious passage. Five divinekin emerged—the same five Liu Wuxie had slain.

"Our lord resurrected us," they rejoiced. Liu Wuxie had slain them and sent them into the samsara world, and they had not expected to return.

"Gather the others and kill him at once!" the lord's voice rang from the depths of the samsara passage.

"Yes, milord!" The five divinekin knelt and went to contact the others to kill Liu Wuxie by any means. The Ancestral Tree had begun to grow rapidly after absorbing vast amounts of divine force, which was bad news for the divine race. The more divine force the Tree absorbed, the stronger it became, increasing its suppression against them. After all, the Ancestral Tree could not affect powerful divinekin until it grew strong enough.

Liu Wuxie crossed a mountain range, and the view opened before him. He spotted several abyssal devils and beastkins roaming the plains.

Beastkin were a hybrid of humans and the demon clan, making them formidable. They possessed human intelligence and could master martial techniques. At the moment, both the abyssal race and the beastkins seemed to be searching. The beastkins' mutated bodies granted a keen sense of smell, allowing them to catch scents underground.

Scent found, the beastkin began to circle the area. Several human cultivators in the distance also noticed their unusual behavior.

A beastkin suddenly halted and, with razor claws, dug a massive pit in seconds. Abyssal devils hurried over, but the beastkins drove them back, refusing to let them approach.

A burst of flame erupted from the pit and instantly caught every eye.

"Flame Steel!" Liu Wuxie murmured. He had already guessed it—an excellent blacksmithing material that contained powerful fire-attribute energy, ideal for refining or forging.

"Get lost!" the three beastkins roared, demanding that abyssal devils and humans leave. They had found the Flame Steel first.

Beastkin bore strange, human-like heads—some with large mouths, others with large ears, some with beast-like limbs. Rarely did any two look alike.

Several human cultivators also approached from a distance to seize the Flame Steel.

The beastkin drove the abyssal devils away, and the abyssal devils fumed. Though their intelligence fell short of their rivals', they never cowered and knew nothing of retreat. Such was their nature.

In the next instant, the abyssal devils crashed back into the beastkins, and the clash hurled shockwaves across the plain.

Nearby humans seized the opening. They pushed up to the pit's edge, intent on snatching the Flame Steel.

Out of nowhere, the beastkins and abyssal devils split apart in concert and encircled the four human cultivators.

"This is a trap! This is a trap by the beastkins and the abyssal devils!" the humans cried as their faces blanched. The beastkin and abyssal devils had staged the earlier brawl to lure them in, kill the humans first, and then vie for the Flame Steel.

Liu Wuxie did not fall for it. He had already noticed that neither side had used full strength in their first exchange.

"I didn't expect the beastkins and the abyssal race to be so cunning," he murmured to himself. After years of evolution, their intelligence was no longer inferior to that of humans and might even surpass it.

The abyssal devils and beastkins charged the four humans like starving wolves. The beastkin were at the seventh to eighth level of the Origin Conversion Realm; the abyssal devils matched the strength of those in the outer range. That alone proved the treasures here were not top-tier. Those at the high levels of the Primal Origin Realm had already ventured deeper into the mountains.

The four humans fought separately and failed to form an effective defense. The abyssal devils ripped three to pieces at first contact and devoured their bodies—a sight too gruesome to watch.

The remaining human seized the gap and fled for his life, sprinting toward Liu Wuxie. He was no less cunning than the beastkin, having sensed Liu Wuxie long ago. His goal was to use Liu Wuxie to divert the beastkins' and abyssal devils' attention, mainly because Liu Wuxie's cultivation didn't seem high, which he believed he could exploit to escape.

For example, if a beast chases two companions, you only need to outrun your friend to survive. The same logic applied here—he only needed to outrun Liu Wuxie.

"You're courting death!" Liu Wuxie's anger flared. The beastkins had discovered the Flame Steel, and he had no intention of fighting them for it. He was about to leave when the fleeing human barreled toward him, and he could no longer avoid the trouble.

The beastkin and the abyssal devils harbored immense hatred for humans, which was why they would join forces to deal with the humans first. Since they had spotted Liu Wuxie, they wouldn't allow him to leave.

A fearsome dragon claw descended from the sky and swatted the human aside. The human unleashed terrifying power, especially the Dragon-Grasping Hand, and the shock made the beastkin and abyssal devils halt, which contained a wisp of the divine dragon's will.

"The dragon clan's laws! You carry the divine dragon's bloodline! This is great. If I devour you, I can also evolve the dragon clan's bloodline," a beastkin crackled, fixing Liu Wuxie with a predatory stare. The dragon clan was the ancestor of all beasts; if they could absorb and refine the dragon clan's bloodline, the beastkins could also evolve their bloodline.

The dragon claw hurled the man aside; the rushing abyssal devils seized him, tore him apart, and ate him down to a bare skeleton.