Chapter 1287 - Refining Deathly Energy

In addition to absorbing deathly energy, the undead clan mainly fed on yin energy for sustenance as well.

Vanya and Xiao Lan were women, so they contained extremely potent pure yin energy that attracted the four undead. In contrast, the pure yang energy within Liu Wuxie repelled them, making them feel uncomfortable.

Pure yang energy was their nemesis.

"Get lost!" Liu Wuxie roared. His voice rolled out like thunder toward the four undead and forced them a step back. A moment later, a torrent of deathly energy plunged from the sky and wrapped around the three of them.

"Fall back!" Liu Wuxie shouted. Vanya and Xiao Lan were elves with weaker physiques, and once deathly energy tainted them, their bodies could rot to bone.

Like the faceless clan, the undead clan would not permit the elven race to exist. The elves possessed the Great Light Magic that countered the undead, yet Vanya no longer knew the cultivation method, and the elves lost it a long time ago.

The four undead advanced regardless. To feast on the yin energies within the two elves, they would have to kill Liu Wuxie first.

"You. Die!" the leading undead exclaimed, stringing the words together with effort.

As soon as his words fell, a flood of deathly energy surged forth, condensing into a cage that dropped over Liu Wuxie. Vegetation shriveled on contact, withering at once beneath its corrosive aura.

A cold smile touched Liu Wuxie's lips. He secretly summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and drew in all the deathly and yin energy. He had already comprehended the Death Dao Art, which could strip an opponent's lifespan in an instant.

However, the lack of deathly energy had kept him from evolving it into the Great Death Mythical Art.

The undead had handed him a shortcut. If he slew many of them, he could evolve the Great Death Mythical Art. He could hunt the faceless clan to cultivate the Great Curse Mythical Art and the undead clan to cultivate the Great Death Mythical Art.

The four undead blanched even further; color drained from faces already pale.

𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"You're absorbing deathly energy!" one of them exclaimed. It was the longest sentence any of them had spoken since they appeared.

Most people would suffer severe harm if they ended up absorbing deathly energy. Even Primal Origin Realm cultivators would try to expel it once it seeped in. However, Liu Wuxie did the opposite, absorbing and refining it, which made the undead furrow their brows in alarm.

"Kill him!" the undead on the right exclaimed. They could not allow Liu Wuxie to live. If he were allowed to grow, he would become the nemesis of their entire clan.

All four struck at once. They used no martial technique; instead, they shaped deathly energy into a host of weapons that flew out, carried by an eerie wind.

Vanya stood at range with the Doom Tempest prepared. The instant Liu Wuxie faltered, she would release it without hesitation.

"I might have some qualms if you four were human, but it's a pity you're undead," Liu Wuxie said with a cold smirk.

He blurred, leaving an afterimage where he had stood, and slipped through the four undead. Their deathly energy weapons failed to touch him, which shocked them even more.

"You deserve to die! You cultivated the Death Dao Art!" one of the undead screeched. The Death Dao Art was the undead clan's bane, and few in the world could comprehend it.

Liu Wuxie cast the Dragon-Grasping Hand, seized the deathly energy weapons, and flung them straight into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, swelling the desolate world's reserves. The result drew a satisfied smile from him.

As the battle raged, the four undead proved to be on par with cultivators at the sixth or even seventh-level Origin Conversion Realm. The clash settled into a deadlock; neither side could make a breakthrough, and Liu Wuxie understood that finishing them cleanly would not be easy.

If he faced only one or two, the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art would crush them, but the four worked in flawless concert, leaving him no opening. He couldn't drag this on as more undead might arrive, so he had to end it now.

"You four have attacked me for so long. Now, have a taste of my Thunder God's Spear!" Liu Wuxie roared.

The Thunder God's Spear bore the purest yang under heaven and earth; it naturally countered any yin-attributed energy that drew near.

Liu Wuxie also summoned the Soul Spear and infused it with the will of the Thunder God's Spear. As he released the strike, he poured every strand of lightning from the desolate world into it, shaping a fearsome golden spear that hung in midair, dazzling to behold.

The instant it appeared, all four undead blanched. The Thunder God's Spear was their greatest nemesis. The Great Death Mythical Art could restrain them, but this spear could end them outright.

"Saintess, it looks like Young Master Liu's body contains all kinds of elements. How did he manage to do that?" Xiao Lan asked, voicing her observations of the past few days. Liu Wuxie had already displayed the five elements, deathly energy, wind energy, and now... even lightning.

"Young Master Liu isn't an ordinary person," Vanya replied with a nod. She knew he could not be ordinary if he had received her ancestor's guidance. Little did she realize Liu Wuxie and Vandore merely exchanged knowledge.

Vanya believed he had inherited her ancestor's teachings, but Liu Wuxie saw no need to explain more to a young girl.

"Retreat!" the four undead shouted at last, sensing doom and scrambling back at the sight of the Thunder God's Spear.

"Don't you think it's too late for you to leave now?" Liu Wuxie asked. He intended to cut them down and perfect his Great Death Mythical Art. Even if he failed to evolve it fully, their deathly energy would still significantly bolster the Death Dao Art.

The Thunder God's Spear blasted forward with boundless force, ripping across the sky. Pure yang aura locked onto the four undead so entirely that they couldn't even muster resistance. The moment it bored through them, sizzling noises ripped through the air, and white smoke billowed out. The trace of zombie bloodline within them meant lightning spelled certain death.

The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron surged forth and swallowed all four. Demonic flame roared within, refining them into pure deathly energy. Liu Wuxie sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the Great Death Mythical Art. Quiet returned; the Thunder God's Spear faded as if nothing had happened at all.

No one disturbed them until dawn.

"Let's move out," Liu Wuxie said. After a night of cultivation, his grasp of the Great Death Mythical Art had deepened. The three pressed on, hoping to reach the forging area by afternoon.

They crossed paths with other humans now and then, trading only glances. No one believed that a fifth-level Origin Conversion Realm cultivator like Liu Wuxie could carry blacksmithing materials. The elven race had come merely to broaden horizons, not to gather materials, so others naturally ignored them.

Ironically, Liu Wuxie's low cultivation worked in their favor; it dulled would-be robbers' vigilance.

By afternoon, they entered the designated forging zone—the vast Immortal Slaying Domain floating high overhead.

"So many races!" Xiao Lan exclaimed.

Of the hundreds of thousands present, only half had gathered enough materials; the rest had come to watch.

"Let's go over there," Liu Wuxie said, pointing to the southeast corner—broad ground with a mountain at its back, ideal for setting spiritual arrays so no one could sabotage his forging.

He knew experts from the Tranquil Meteor Star and the Sky Cloud Star would be there. The undead clan and the faceless clan would be around as well. Above them all, the divine race, most terrifying of the lot, was also going to be there.

His worry wasn't the faceless or the undead, but the divine race; he was certain that they had come for him.

A rumble like an earthquake rolled through the range as three giants hammered at their artifacts. Towering as if to blot the heavens, they occupied nearly a thousand meters in radius. Liu Wuxie understood that once he began, his forging aura would flare, and the divine race would follow it straight to him.

"Vanya, I'll teach you the method of controlling spiritual arrays. I need you to hold out until the very last moment," Liu Wuxie said. He was placing all his hopes on her.

"But I don't understand the spiritual arrays humans use," Vanya said, anxious. She would gladly die for Liu Wuxie, never mind controlling arrays, but she had never studied them.

"Don't worry about it. I'll teach you," Liu Wuxie said. He formed seals and sent one into Vanya's soul sea. Knowledge of spiritual arrays unfurled there at once.

She closed her eyes to absorb it, a prickle of foreboding running through her.

"It's so complicated!" Vanya said. Human cultivation sprawled across alchemy, spiritual talismans, blacksmithing, spiritual arrays, and more, whereas elves dedicate themselves to magic alone.

"I'll give you two days to master them as fast as you can," Liu Wuxie said. Time was tight; two days was the most he could spare.

Meanwhile, more members of various races arrived in waves. Beastkin gathered the instant they appeared, so did the demon clan and the abyssal race.

Only humans spread out across the plain, grouped mainly by their planets of origin. Vanya dared not slack off and sat down immediately to digest the knowledge Liu Wuxie had given to her.

Liu Wuxie laid out array flags, odd stones, and dozens of longswords. This time, the formation he intended to build wouldn't be purely defensive. The divinekin, upon sensing Liu Wuxie's aura, began gathering in the distance.

Time crept by, and Vanya never opened her eyes. With her magical gate open, her clarity had sharpened; by day's end, she grasped the majority of the array lore.