Chapter 1273 - Eight Divine Pupils

Chapter 1273 - Eight Divine Pupils

The four humans had died, and the abyssal devils and the beastkin surrounded Liu Wuxie, remaining unscathed. The beastkins stared at him with bloodshot eyes, yearning to rip him into pieces and extract the dragon clan's bloodline from his body.

"Get lost if you don't want to die," Liu Wuxie said, looking at the beastkin and the abyssal devils.

"Puny human, you're already at death's door, and you still dare to be so arrogant? I'll drink your blood!" A beastkin finally couldn't hold back and charged at Liu Wuxie, springing like a comet at his throat. Everything happened in a blink; no ordinary person dodged such an attack.

"How stubborn. A beast will always be a beast and never become a human," Liu Wuxie said, his voice turning cold as the surrounding temperature plummeted.

He executed the Dragon-Grasping Hand and conjured a gigantic dragon claw that descended with sheer might, pinning the beastkin on the spot. The other beastkin and the abyssal devils didn't expect Liu Wuxie to be so powerful.

The remaining beastkin struck at once, exerting their full strength to kill him. The abyssal devils, however, realized that Liu Wuxie was a tough nut to crack and began to retreat. Because they craved the dragon clan's bloodline less than the beastkin did, they withdrew to watch the fight.

The colossal dragon claw came down again, grabbing the first beastkin like an eagle snatching a chick.

"Trash," Liu Wuxie said, clenching his fist. His true essence erupted and crushed that beastkin; blood splashed, and an eyeball flew out, landing at an abyssal devil's feet. The abyssal devils recoiled in fear, not daring to approach as Liu Wuxie's aura filled them with dread.

The other beastkin had already charged over, brandishing their claws at Liu Wuxie's chest and back. They had fused human martial techniques into their attacks while retaining their innate abilities from their demon clan bloodline.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie formed seals with both hands and unleashed dozens of dragon fists, wiping out all the beastkin. The sight scared the abyssal devils into fleeing without looking back. As for the Flame Steel, they had already given up on it. Liu Wuxie had wiped out the beastkins with a single strike.

After killing the beastkin, Liu Wuxie devoured all the energy from their corpses and poured it into the desolate world. Once he finished, he walked to the giant pit and used the Dragon-Grasping Hand to retrieve a flaming stone—the Flame Steel.

"The quality isn't bad. If I can find a few more materials, I can attempt to start forging," he murmured. He still had plenty of time before the one-month deadline. Aside from searching for blacksmithing materials, he also had to find a way to break through to the fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm.

After putting away the Flame Steel, Liu Wuxie ventured deeper into the mountain ranges. The deeper he went, the more experts he encountered, and the more dangerous it became. The chance of running into divinekin increased as he advanced. If he wanted to leave the mountain ranges alive, he would have to keep becoming stronger.

As he traveled, he stopped whenever he found blacksmithing materials, but what he discovered proved to be of low quality, and he could not use it to refine any high-grade artifacts. Resting on a large branch, he executed the Ghost Eye to peer into the distance.

Suddenly, his brow twitched. The Ghost Eye flickered as if giving a warning.

"This is strange. This has never happened to the Ghost Eye before. Why is it giving me a warning like the Ancestral Tree now?" Liu Wuxie murmured in disbelief. He cast the technique again to verify, and the sensation reappeared; his upper dantian pulsated.

He knew the Ghost Eye was the ghost clan's nemesis. Back in the True Martial Continent's Eastern Domain, he had relied on it to venture deep into Ghosthead Mountain.

"The ghost clan!" Liu Wuxie's body tensed. He wondered if the ghost clan lurked nearby; only that explained it. The sky had not yet turned dark, and the ghost clan disliked venturing out in the day. Yet no matter how he searched, he found no trace of them. The ghost clan was masters of concealment and could blend into the darkness at night.

He focused his full attention, not daring to relax for a heartbeat. Since entering the mountain ranges, every race hunted him as prey: the beastkin wanted his dragon clan's bloodline, the divine race wanted him dead, and now even the ghost clan had targeted him. Though he did not know why, he knew there had to be a reason.

As the sky gradually darkened, Liu Wuxie did not continue forward. He took out the array flags and set up a spiritual array around him. For safety, he arranged a grand defensive array to ensure the ghost clan would not catch him unprepared.

Night thickened, and a chill crept in as wisps of black miasma rose in the distance. The ghost clan could travel underground and manifest as ghost faces. Though he could hardly find their actual bodies, Liu Wuxie relied on Ghost Eye to locate and kill them. Soul-based attacks proved most effective in defeating them. Now that he had grasped the Soul Fire, he did not fear them, even if those at the Primal Origin Realm came.

"Kikiki... What a surprise to think that we've run into the legendary Ghost Pupils." Eerie voices echoed from the surroundings; the ghost clan had arrived, just as he expected.

"Stop playing tricks and come out!" Liu Wuxie roared, and ghost faces appeared all around, making the night sinister. One enormous ghost face, far larger than the rest, radiated sixth- or seventh-level Primal Origin cultivation. The moment it appeared, it exerted a powerful oppression on Liu Wuxie.

"Human, hand over the Ghost Pupils and I can spare your life," the giant ghost face said.

"Ghost Pupils?" Liu Wuxie asked, baffled. He did not even know what the Ghost Pupils were; he had cultivated the Ghost Eye, an eye technique among many in the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm.

"Brat, you don't know about the Ghost Pupils? If that's the case, how did you manage to cultivate them?" the giant ghost face asked, sensing that Liu Wuxie genuinely didn't know about the Ghost Pupils.

"Wait! You're talking about one of the Eight Divine Pupils—the Ghost Pupils?" Liu Wuxie asked, his voice trembling as scraps of memory surfaced. He had heard of them but had never linked the Ghost Eye with the Ghost Pupils.

"Brat, you show some depth if you know the Eight Divine Pupils. You're right—what you're cultivating now is one of the Eight Divine Pupils, Ghost Pupils," the ghost face replied, unbothered to hide anything. Perhaps he saw Liu Wuxie as a lamb he would slaughter.

"Ghost Eye... Ghost Pupils... how is that possible? The Eight Divine Pupils vanished ages ago," Liu Wuxie exclaimed, shock tightening his face.

Legends said the Eight Divine Pupils once existed: the Ghost Pupils; the Divine Tribulation Pupils, known as the Eye of Insight; the Myriad Phase Pupils, the Eye of Space-Time; the Death Pupils, the Eyes of Yin-Yang; the Life Pupils, the Eyes of Samsara; the Time Eyes, the Eye of All Things; the Fate Pupils, the Eye of the Soul; and the Divine Pupils, the most powerful among them, capable of seeing through all illusions. Nothing could hide from the Divine Pupils. As for the Ghost Eye, it was also known as the Eye of Darkness, ranking the lowest among the eight. If anyone could collect all eight, one could command darkness, time-space, yin-yang, and more. But they existed only in legend and had long vanished. Liu Wuxie knew only a little from his memories.

Now, a ghost clan claimed he had cultivated the Ghost Pupils. Naturally, he did not believe it. Everyone knew the Eight Divine Pupils had vanished, and no one could cultivate them.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Don't blame me for being impolite if you refuse to leave," Liu Wuxie replied. It did not matter whether the Ghost Eye was the Ghost Pupils; he would never hand it over. The Ghost Eye had already fused with him. If someone stripped it away, they would damage his soul sea, and he might even die.

"Do you think you have a choice?" the giant ghost face chuckled as the other ghost faces launched their attacks. Spiritual arrays might work well against humans, but the ghost clan had no physical form; they could attack as mist or hide their bodies afar and strike with their souls.

"Die!" Since the ghost clan courted death, Liu Wuxie would fulfill their wish.

He manifested the Soul Spear, and an immense aura spread. Soul Fire remained his trump card, and he would not reveal it lightly. When he unleashed the Ghost Eye, the ghost clan would not dare approach; the technique was their nemesis, especially after he absorbed a ghost king's blood, which had caused the Ghost Eye to mutate.

Whooshing sounds echoed as the ghost faces released Yin winds from all sides, giving him no chance to escape. The giant ghost face was in no rush; it waited for Liu Wuxie to deploy the Ghost Eye. Once Liu Wuxie revealed the Ghost Eye, all ghosts had to obey and could not defy it.

Here, the Dragon-Grasping Hand and the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms offered little use, and even the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art would not help much.

Elder Long had not rested, Zhuge Ming had returned to the depths of the warship, and the other disciples were meditating. After days of watching, their interest had waned. Only Elder Long kept his attention on Liu Wuxie, fearing something might befall him.

"What is he doing? Why are there so many races targeting him?" Elder Long murmured in confusion. The beastkins and abyssal devils were one thing, but the divine race and the ghost clan were different, as they possessed extraordinary strength.

"Heavenly Dao Book." Liu Wuxie controlled the Heavenly Dao Book and unfolded it, releasing dazzling golden brilliance that enveloped him. As the golden light spread, the ghosts touched it and howled in pain.