Chapter 1277 - Fifth-Level Origin Conversion Realm

Just when Liu Wuxie was about to fall into the lake, a terrifying chill swept from him in all directions and instantly froze the surface. He cast the Great Frost Mythical Art at the critical moment.

The fact that he unleashed two mythical arts in a row left everyone dumbfounded. Only those at the Primal Origin Realm could comprehend mythical arts, yet his performance showed high mastery of both.

The Primal Origin Realm cultivators attacking him weren't weak, and they reacted immediately. They summoned their artifacts and hurled out various mythical arts to seal off his escape route.

"You won't be able to escape even if you have three heads and six arms! Hand over the Scarlet Firmament Stone!" Li Dayuan roared, and he amplified his attack tenfold. He naturally wouldn't give up now that Liu Wuxie held the Scarlet Firmament Stone.

The frozen lake lasted only a brief moment as poison essence surged up and instantly dissolved the Great Frost Mythical Art. Liu Wuxie seized the opening and launched himself toward the sky, transforming into a golden divine dragon.

Meanwhile, the demon clan and the abyssal race grew restless; they had also come for the Scarlet Firmament Stone. The undead and the members of the faceless clan hovered in the air, waiting for a chance to launch a sneak attack on Liu Wuxie. Only the elven race stood quietly in the distance.

They had always stayed out of worldly affairs and lived on their home planet, and they partook in the Myriad Race Ceremony only to let their clansmen experience the atmosphere.

Dozens of experts closed around Liu Wuxie at once, hemming him in. His top priority was to leave the lake's surface. He gathered himself to take off, but Li Dayuan stepped in and unleashed an unmatched sword ray that displayed terrifying combat strength.

Unwilling to be outdone, the other cultivators at the eighth-level Primal Origin Realm released their mythical arts as well.

Peril mounted with each heartbeat. Liu Wuxie could die at any moment, so he unveiled every trump card—the Heaven-Severing Strike, the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, the Dragon-Grasping Hand, the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, and the Great Frost Mythical Art.

Faces tightened in shock as Li Dayuan and the others watched him unleash so many attacks in just half a breath. They had no idea how he accomplished what they could not.

Loud rumbles rolled as ripples spread through the air and gathered into a terrifying gale that swept up the black lake water. Several cultivators at the low levels of the Primal Origin Realm failed to dodge in time, and they screamed as the water engulfed them, transforming them into bare bones in no time.

The horror drove the demon clan and the abyssal race back a step; none dared draw near. Only the undead clan and the members of the faceless clan remained unmoved, watching from the side.

The Heaven-Severing Strike tore a passage open by force. Even Li Dayuan ducked aside, unwilling to meet it head-on. After pouring out so many mythical arts in succession, Liu Wuxie felt his desolate world close to running dry.

He knew this was the time to leave. The Heaven-Severing Art had only ripped a path for him and couldn't kill everyone.

He fled the instant an opportunity appeared, executing his movement technique like a bolt of lightning to arrive at the lakeside in a flash.

He widened the distance from his pursuers, but just as he was about to break clear, two members of the faceless clan appeared, warping the space with bizarre ripples.

A sharp pain stabbed his soul sea. The members of the faceless clan excelled at controlling souls; once they seized their prey, they would put them at their mercy and turn them into puppets.

He escaped the tiger's jaw only to fall into a wolf's den. More troublesome than Li Dayuan and the human pursuers, the members of the faceless clan wove their energy into silver threads that bored into his soul sea and bound his primordial spirit.

The Heavenly Dao Book unfolded immediately, dissolving that invasive force. His swift response saved him, but it also gave Li Dayuan and the others time to catch up.

By the time he resolved the crisis with the members of the faceless clan, Li Dayuan's attack had already arrived.

The Heavenly Dao Book could decompose everything in the world. The members of the faceless clan's attacks still struck true, but they failed to threaten his life.

Even so, the mysterious power kept tugging at his primordial spirit as the two members of the faceless clan hovered before him, clinging to him and refusing to let him break free.

With the members of the faceless clan blocking his path and pursuers sweeping in from behind, Liu Wuxie reached a dead end. If he couldn't shake off the members of the faceless clan, Li Dayuan and the others would soon sandwich him and extinguish all hope of escape.

At the critical moment, invisible radiance shrouded Liu Wuxie and seeped into his soul sea, dissolving all the mysterious energy that bound his primordial spirit.

"The Great Purification Magic!" Liu Wuxie turned his gaze to the elves. Several stunningly beautiful elves raised short spears that released gentle radiance, casting their elven race's magic to neutralize the faceless clan's attack.

The members of the faceless clan and the elven race had fought as mortal enemies for generations, and the Great Purification Magic perfectly countered the faceless clan's attacks.

The moment he broke free from the faceless clan's entanglement, he dared not stay for another moment and rushed off.

With Li Dayuan and the others drawing close, he didn't even have time to kill the faceless clan. The elves gathered at the lakeside also disappeared; their act of helping Liu Wuxie enraged the faceless clan and provoked Li Dayuan's group.

Liu Wuxie dove into the forest. He had already refined the Poison Seed, so the toxic miasma no longer touched him. He ran for fifteen minutes, and then he stopped to catch his breath after confirming that he had shaken off his pursuers.

"Why did the elves help me?" Liu Wuxie murmured with a frown.

He had no relationship with the elves, and their help made no sense. After pondering for a long time and finding no answer, he threw the question to the back of his mind. He could thank them when the chance arose.

Now that he had obtained the Scarlet Firmament Stone, he felt no urgency to start forging. Though he didn't consider the Scarlet Firmament Stone a top-tiered blacksmithing material, it still counted as extraordinary in these mountain ranges.

For the remaining time, he had to search for auxiliary materials, but he didn't hurry. He planned to use the Poison Seed to break through to the fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm first. Only then would he have a chance to kill Li Dayuan.

He traveled nonstop for an entire day before he found a relatively quiet spot.

He set up a spiritual array, ensured the surroundings were safe, and then he circulated the Desolate Devouring Art, devouring all the nearby spiritual energy.

The Poison Seed had yet to fuse with the desolate world entirely, but the poison essence it released made the Poison Dao Art restless.

If he could use this opportunity to master the Great Poison Mythical Art, its power could even surpass the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art. At that time, he believed it would bring miraculous effects when used in ambushes.

The vegetation around him withered rapidly and turned black. In moments, everything within a few thousand meters was deceased. Even exposed rocks couldn't withstand the erosion and melted into black liquid.

There was no comparison between the Poison Dao Art and the Great Poison Mythical Art. The Great Poison Mythical Art could even erode space; the space around him began to turn black. The poison essence had eroded even the surrounding spiritual energy.

𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

If he could evolve it into the Great Poison Immortal Art, it would become so powerful that it could poison an entire planet and reduce it to a dead star. His cultivation stirred as well. The gateway to the fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm appeared before him like an ancient gate that bore cryptic runes that could captivate the heart at a glance.

The true essence of the desolate world condensed into a divine dragon and shuttled through his meridians. After refining the dragon's blood and obtaining the True Dragon Physique's cultivation technique, his meridians had long since become comparable to dragon meridians.

With a loud

bang,

the gateway to the fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm shattered into pieces and merged into the desolate world, becoming one with the crystalline wall.

Nearly a million astral stones detonated as well, forming a liquefied river of spiritual energy that flowed into the desolate world. He lifted his hand, and poison conjured black fog before him.

It spread outward, leaving death in its wake. All the vegetation around him died, and no life would grow there for centuries. The poison continued to spread; even Liu Wuxie hadn't expected the Great Poison Mythical Art to be so potent.

"Li Dayuan, you nearly caused my death in the poisonous forest, and I will settle that debt with you sooner or later," Liu Wuxie spoke grimly.

With a wave of his hand, all the poison fog vanished, returning to the poison realm in the desolate world. He would have died without the elven race's help.

Knowing that the commotion here would soon draw attention, he left this place immediately.

"I have exhausted all my resources, and it will be challenging for me to reach the sixth-level Origin Conversion Realm next," Liu Wuxie murmured, revealing a troubled look.

He had exhausted all the Pure Yang Pills and astral stones. He stood, stretched his body, and punched forward. He moved with great agility and the ferocity of a divine dragon, each strike carrying the power of a divine dragon.

The air boomed with every punch, and that was without using his true essence.

Figures appeared in the distance as Liu Wuxie vanished from where he stood.

"What terrifying poison! Who's making a breakthrough here?"

The cultivators who arrived at the site of his breakthrough dared not approach, as the poison in the air hadn't entirely dissipated.

Ten days had passed since the beginning of this event, and many people had already gathered all the materials they required for blacksmithing.

They would spend the remaining time either tempering their cultivation or plundering from weaker cultivators.

Liu Wuxie paused occasionally as he traveled and sometimes crossed paths with other races along the way. For the most part, they exchanged only glances and said little.

Perched atop a large tree, he adjusted his breath. He deepened his comprehension of the Great Poison Mythical Art and the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art, growing even more proficient in both.

The Great Poison Mythical Art, especially, reached the point where he could cast it at will. At the highest level of execution, it wouldn't produce any black miasma and would leave its victims defenseless.

He still had some distance to go to reach that level. If he produced black fog whenever he cast it, his opponents would already have fled without a trace.

Far away, several figures approached, battered and fleeing for their lives.

"The elven race!" Liu Wuxie stood on the tree and saw two blood-covered elves as pursuers chased them. "It's her!"

After reaching the fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm, the Ghost Eye strengthened once more, allowing him to see a thousand meters away.

Combined with his divine sense, he could capture everything within a radius of five thousand meters. The two elves looked exhausted and didn't have much strength left to keep running.

Behind them, two male cultivators exclaimed, "You won't get away! Since you made me lose the Scarlet Firmament Stone, you can pay for it with your bodies!"