Chapter 1230 - Refining the Thunder God's Spear

The sight left the four elders utterly shocked. To them, Liu Wuxie’s actions were no different from courting death. They had no idea that the Heavenly Dao Book had already suppressed the Thunder God’s will, leaving it unable to move within Liu Wuxie’s soul sea.

Bathed in the Heavenly Dao Book’s radiance, the Thunder God’s will gradually weakened until it fused with him. Refining that will brought immense benefits—his soul energy strengthened, and a faint link formed between him and the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm.

To the elders, it seemed as though time slowed when Liu Wuxie reached for the Thunder God’s Spear. His movements appeared unhurried, yet were faster than lightning. The instant he seized it, a terrifying surge of power erupted from the spear, intent on destroying him.

“I already subdued your will, and you still dare struggle?” Liu Wuxie growled. He knew this was only a projection. The true Thunder God’s Spear remained in the Thunder God’s hands.

When his true essence crashed down in unison with the Heavenly Dao Book’s suppression, the spear’s resistance faltered. The four elders exchanged disbelieving looks.

“That’s impossible! How can he subdue the Thunder God’s Spear?” All four, even Elder Long, were dumbfounded.

At that moment, Liu Wuxie summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. With a pull, the cauldron devoured the entire Thunder God’s Spear. Inside, it dissolved into terrifying lightning laws that bore the aura of the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm. Liu Wuxie poured them directly into the desolate world without hesitation.

A thunderous rumble echoed. The desolate world expanded instantly, its size doubling as its crystalline walls grew tougher and denser. Yet instead of elation, Liu Wuxie felt a stab of dread. Expansion meant that each future breakthrough would become increasingly harder, requiring hundreds of times more essence than previous ones.

The celestial laws formed shackles that bound the desolate world, refining its structure and shape. Though his cultivation hadn’t risen a step, the quality of his true essence had multiplied. After the laws of the celestial realm tempered it, its purity rivaled that of Primal Origin Realm cultivators. If he told anyone, no one would believe such a claim.

When he had fully refined the spear, its miniature version within his soul sea transformed into a sequence and was imprinted into the Heavenly Dao Book. The thunderclouds above vanished, and Liu Wuxie descended with the Heretic Blade hovering before him.

Tribulation tempered the blade, and it grew tougher, its slender body gleaming with new resilience.

“What a beautiful blade!” someone whispered. Unlike traditional curved blades, this one was shorter, with its own unique style.

The four elders sighed in unison, and even Elder Long couldn’t hold back his admiration. Liu Wuxie forged the Heretic Blade—the finest Transcendent Realm artifact the elders had ever witnessed.

“His blacksmithing technique is extraordinary. I doubt even our sect’s master smiths could refine a weapon of this caliber in such a short time.” The four elders settled back, intent on observing his next move.

The elders dismissed the spiritual array, restoring the mountain range to its normal state. Liu Wuxie still had three days remaining in this trial.

Raising the Heretic Blade, he assumed the stance of the Heaven-Severing Strike. His dantian roared as true essence surged like a tidal wave.

“Is he going to execute that technique?” one elder murmured. Only a single one among them had ever seen the Heaven-Severing Strike before; even Elder Long had not. The four elders focused intently, determined to witness it firsthand.

Time ticked by, but the blade did not fall. He was brewing the strike, condensing its force until it reached a devastating peak.

“What a terrifying blade! The opening stance alone chills me,” an elder exclaimed. Normally, such words from a dignified Primal Origin Realm cultivator would invite ridicule. Yet none mocked him. Instead, the others nodded in agreement.

“This is breathtaking,” Elder Long murmured. “If perfected, it may even rival the sect’s ten supreme arts.”

From the stance alone, he could see that the Heaven-Severing Strike was already close to their level.

“Could he be the son of a planet lord, concealing his identity to join our sect?” one elder whispered. If true, Liu Wuxie’s background was far more extraordinary than anyone knew. Yet no one could confirm it. Attempts to investigate him in recent days had yielded nothing.

In the end, Liu Wuxie didn’t unleash the strike. Instead, he slowly sheathed the blade. Even so, the aura he had gathered burst outward, and the surrounding trees exploded into splinters.

“This...” The elders shot to their feet, dumbfounded. He hadn’t even released the attack, yet his blade intent alone had shattered the forest.

“Blade intent,” Elder Long said gravely. “His intent is strong enough to reshape the world around him.”

Satisfied with the destruction, Liu Wuxie turned and ventured deeper into the mountain range.

With his cultivation elevated and after he refined the Thunder God’s Spear, his Soul Spear could now annihilate ninth-level Origin Conversion cultivators with ease. Combined with the Soul Fire, even facing several at once held no terror for him. With the Heaven-Severing Strike and the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, his strength had grown a hundredfold since the day he entered the sect.

“I can’t wait to see his performance now,” one elder said with eagerness.

“Send those two over,” Elder Long ordered, pointing to two nearby cultivators at the ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm. He wanted to see just how strong Liu Wuxie had become.

The three elders formed hand seals, shifting the mountain range’s paths. Fifteen minutes later, Liu Wuxie crossed into view of the two cultivators.

The moment they spotted him, they roared, “It’s you! Hand over the Dragon Flame Fruit!”

They had hunted him the previous day with another companion, Zhang Shan, whom Liu Wuxie had previously slain. For half a day, they searched, finding nothing, until fate delivered him here.

Liu Wuxie, equally surprised, quickly understood there was no way to avoid the fight. He straightened, eyes blazing with resolve. He would use this chance to measure his current strength.

“Come at me!” he declared. He had already refined the Dragon Flame Fruit. Even if he still held it, he would never hand it over.

“You’re courting death!” the two snarled. Their bodies flickered and closed the distance in a heartbeat.

“I’ll kill you myself,” the one on the left growled, spinning his sword into a blooming flower before thrusting at Liu Wuxie’s chest.

“You should come together. Alone, neither of you is enough,” Liu Wuxie answered coolly, sidestepping the strike. He needed the combined pressure to draw out his full power.

“Arrogant fool!” the man bellowed, his sword’s speed doubling. A waterfall of sword rays cascaded from the heavens, sealing every escape.

“I told you that you’re not my match.” Liu Wuxie leapt skyward like a soaring dragon, unleashing Dragon Subduing Tiger. A barrage of fists rained down, smashing the man backward before he could approach.

The cultivator’s face darkened.

“Did you kill Zhang Shan?” The cultivator recognized the technique—it matched the aftermath he had seen at the ancient tree.

“You’ll be reunited soon,” Liu Wuxie replied coldly. He did not need to deny it.

The two exchanged grim looks. If Liu Wuxie could slay Zhang Shan, then his strength exceeded that of ordinary Origin Conversion experts.

“Together!” they roared. Their swords streaked in from both sides, like twin dragons aiming to devour him whole.

“Now this is interesting,” Liu Wuxie said with a smile. True essence surged as his body erupted with dragon aura, forming into the image of a divine dragon.

Even through the crystal wall, Elder Long trembled at the resonance. Liu Wuxie’s bloodline called to his own, proof of its purity.

Switching fluidly between the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, Liu Wuxie pressed the attack, using the battle to temper and adapt to his newfound strength. Dragon fists fell like crashing waves, overlapping endlessly from the heavens.

The two men’s sword auras faltered, unable even to graze him. Fear gnawed at them, and they considered fleeing.

“You’re only at the sixth-level Transcendent Realm! How can your strength be so monstrous? Your true essence is even stronger than ours!” they cried in disbelief. His essence rivaled that of the first-level Primal Origin Realm.

“You’re not qualified to know,” Liu Wuxie answered. He combined three forms into one devastating strike, the same one he had used to kill Zhang Shan. The punch split the heavens, forming into a colossal millstone that plummeted toward them.

The two froze in terror as Liu Wuxie locked down their essence and laws.

“He’s grown so much in a single day,” one elder whispered. They remembered Zhang Shan’s death—back then, Liu Wuxie's strength had not been this overwhelming.

“Soul Spear. Soul Fire.” Liu Wuxie’s voice was calm. With the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms suppressing his enemies, he could finally test the Soul Fire’s true might.