Chapter 1354 - Consuming the Eighth-Grade Spiritual Pill

They discussed the particulars, and Liu Wuxie absorbed each point the Han Clan shared. The Han Clan was famed for their divination, and within the Heavenly Dragon Sect, their standing was no weaker than that of the Lingqiong Clan.

Their divination was considered the strongest in the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain; even the Grand Unity Sect and the Thousand Divination Court could not compare.

"Ancestor, I'm worried about the Lingqiong Clan. They will surely send someone to the True Martial Continent to sabotage us," said the middle-aged man named Han Yue, whose cultivation was at the Quasi-Heaven Gaze Realm.

The other members of the Han Clan nodded in agreement. They could foresee that the Lingqiong Clan would not let this matter rest, and the return of the True Martial Continent would be a great humiliation to the Lingqiong Clan.

"Do you think they might destroy the entire True Martial Continent and slaughter everyone on it?" asked another middle-aged man beside Han Yue, his expression turning grave.

Though the Han Clan excelled at divination, that did not mean they could calculate everything; fate shifted from moment to moment.

Liu Wuxie immediately frowned at the suggestion. He had not considered that outcome, but he had witnessed the Lingqiong Clan's ugly faces today, and their vile nature made it highly possible they would destroy the True Martial Continent if they failed to stop the construction of the interstellar teleportation array.

"The True Martial Continent's laws are limited, and only cultivators at the low levels of the Void Realm can pass once the Astral Domain Path is open. If their cultivation is higher, the Astral Domain Path will collapse. We have to make preparations for it, but it should be manageable," Elder Han said.

The Astral Domain Path would tear space on both sides, and if the traveler's cultivation was too high, fluctuations in the laws could destabilize it.

If the Astral Domain Path ended up shattering, those within would be lost in the universe for eternity.

"Elder Han, there's one thing I don't understand," Liu Wuxie said as he rose. He had largely settled the matters concerning the True Martial Continent and only needed to guard against the Lingqiong Clan arriving first.

"You want to ask about the calamity?" Elder Han said, already understanding Liu Wuxie's intent.

"That's right," Liu Wuxie replied. He had asked his master, but even his master knew little of the details. Since the news had come from the Spirit Sealing Institute, Elder Han might know more.

"Heaven's secrets cannot be divulged. You'll know when the time comes. For the time being, do everything in your power to grow stronger," Elder Han said. He offered no further explanation. Revealing heaven's secrets would alter heaven and earth, and the Han Clan's efforts over the past millennium would be wasted.

"How long before it arrives?" Liu Wuxie asked. He chose not to press when he saw Elder Han would not reveal more.

"Three to ten years," Elder Han replied. That was all he could say. As he spoke, thunder crackled in the void, and a few more wrinkles creased Elder Han's face. This was the consequence of divulging heaven's secrets.

Silence settled over the hall. The atmosphere turned so heavy, as Elder Han had lost a few hundred years of lifespan just to warn Liu Wuxie about the calamity.

"Young Master Liu, that's not the entire reason why he called you here, but we also have a request," Han Yue said, revealing why the Han Clan had invited Liu Wuxie to the Spirit Sealing Institute.

"Senior, I won't refuse if it's within my power," Liu Wuxie answered. The Han Clan had shown him grace, and he would not decline even if they had a hundred requests.

"The newborns in our Han Clan are either short-lived or born with defects because we've revealed too many of heaven's secrets. At this rate, our lineage will end in less than five hundred years. So when you return to the True Martial Continent, can you bring some Han Clan's juniors along with you?" Han Yue asked.

The Han Clan had been suffering from the backlash of exposing heaven's secrets. The backlash had caused their numbers to dwindle, and the Han Clan would one day vanish if nothing were to change.

Everything in the world had its order, and those peering into heaven's secrets would suffer for it. Liu Wuxie knew of diviners cursed with five misfortunes and three deprivations of fate—widowed man, widowed woman, orphaned, no devoid of children, and disabled.

Over the past million years, the Han Clan had revealed too many of heaven's secrets and were cursed accordingly, leading to a steady decline. In recent years, they had even sent their newborns away from the Spirit Sealing Institute.

Once a person's fate was cursed, it was difficult to change, after all.

On the True Martial Continent, many members of the Han Clan had never touched divination and possessed a clear fate. They were ideal to carry on the Han Clan's lineage.

After so many years of deduction, the Han Clan had found a way to resolve their bloodline's curse, but their legacy was incomplete. The reappearance of the True Martial Continent rekindled their hope, and they wanted Liu Wuxie to bring some of the Han Clan's disciples over.

"Young Master Liu, I know it's difficult and it's not easy to bring people back, and you also have your own kin to bring. But we won't ask you to help for nothing," Han Yue said, his tone bordering on a plea.

It was astonishing to hear an expert at the Heaven Gaze Realm speak to a junior in such a manner.

"Senior Han, please don't be like this. I know what to do, and the Han Clan has shown me kindness. Now that the Han Clan needs my help, how could I stand idly by?" Liu Wuxie replied, stopping Han Yue. Even if they had not asked, he would still bring some of the Han Clan's disciples back.

Hearing his words, everyone in the hall finally let out a collective breath of relief. They had at last found hope to resolve what had troubled the Han Clan for thousands of years.

"Young Master Liu, this is the Treasure Soul Pouch, and you can take it for now. You can let the Han Clan's members enter it. The resources inside are our thanks for your help," Han Yue said, waving his hand as a bizarre pouch appeared before him.

They had no idea that Liu Wuxie possessed a heaven-defying treasure like the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron that would allow him to bring more than a handful of people.

"Keep the resources for your Han Clan. I will pick some talented members of the Han Clan and leave a portion behind to assist the Spirit Sealing Institute in constructing the teleportation array," Liu Wuxie replied. He could not accept their resources; otherwise, how could he face Han Feizi in the future?

The Han Clan had already sacrificed so much, and he did not have the cheek to take more.

At dusk, Liu Wuxie finally left the Spirit Sealing Institute. When he returned to his courtyard, he took out the eighth-grade spiritual pill and swallowed it. He needed to break through to the fourth-level Primal Origin Realm quickly.

Han Yue's concern was not unfounded, and the Lingqiong Clan could try to reach the True Martial Continent ahead of him. He had to increase his cultivation as fast as possible, and if he reached the fourth-level Primal Origin Realm, he would even stand a chance against experts at the low levels of the Void Realm.

A massive vortex formed above Liu Wuxie's courtyard as spiritual energy poured down, flooding into him. After killing thousands of Grand Unity Sect disciples, he had collected their interspatial rings, which contained countless Pure Yang Pills.

The number of astral stones even surpassed hundreds of millions, so he would not have to worry about resources for the time being.

As for seventh-grade spiritual pills, there were more than a thousand. It was a pity that seventh-grade spiritual pills were too low in level. He merely swallowed a hundred and saved the rest to nurture the Heavenly Dao Society.

Liu Wuxie's aura began to climb. An eighth-grade spiritual pill had already reached the threshold of the Earth Immortal Realm and contained powerful laws from it. Only Liu Wuxie could consume such a potent pill in the Primal Origin Realm; anyone else would have exploded in his place.

Circulating the Desolate Devouring Art, he drew on the spiritual energy inside the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron until it formed a milky way, pouring into the desolate world. The gateway to the fourth-level Primal Origin Realm appeared, which meant his breakthrough was near.

......

Back in the divine race, the Divine Son knelt before the Divine Lord to accept punishment.

"Please forgive me, Divine Lord," the Divine Son said. He had gone to see the Divine Lord the moment he returned to the divine race's planet, as he had made a private pact with Liu Wuxie to fight one year from now, hence missing the best chance to kill him.

"Rise," the Divine Lord said with a wave of his hand.

"Divine Lord, please punish me," the Divine Son insisted, remaining on his knees.

"This isn't your fault, and you cannot be entirely blamed for it. I know that you're aloof, and you wouldn't kill him under that condition even if I were to ask you to do so. You'll be grounded in the Divine Thunder Valley for three months," the Divine Lord said, dismissing the Divine Son.

"Thank you, Divine Lord!" The Divine Son rose and left the hall.

Moments after he departed, space distorted, and several formidable divinekins appeared.

"Divine Lord, we've received news that the Heavenly Dragon Sect is planning to open the Astral Domain Path to send Liu Wuxie back to the True Martial Continent. This is our opportunity to kill him," said the divinekins who appeared, kneeling before the Divine Lord.

For the divine race to obtain such a secretive piece of news meant someone inside the Heavenly Dragon Sect had leaked it. As for the culprit, anyone could guess—the Lingqiong Clan.

"I got it," the Divine Lord said with a nod.

......

In the Immortal Slaughter Palace, Li Yuzhen knelt before a massive palace.

"You really know Liu Wuxie?" asked a white-haired elder before Li Yuzhen, his aura powerful. The Immortal Slaughter Palace was enraged when it learned that everyone they had sent to the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain had died.

Moreover, Liu Wuxie's name had already spread throughout the Laman Astral Domain, and Li Yuzhen had recently received word of it.

After leaving the True Martial Continent, Li Yuzhen was also swept away by the astral storm, falling into the Immortal Slaughter Palace's region. He was accepted into the Immortal Slaughter Palace two months ago during the recruitment examination, and he learned of Liu Wuxie's feats from other disciples.

Thus, he immediately sought out an elder to report everything he knew.

"I'd recognize him even if he turned into ash," Ji Yuzhen replied through gritted teeth. A portrait of Liu Wuxie lay before the white-haired elder.

"Tell me, how did you know him?" asked the white-haired elder.

Li Yuzhen recounted everything he knew about Liu Wuxie, including information on the True Martial Continent.

"The True Martial Continent? Could it be that piece of land that broke off from the Dragon Expanse Mountain Range?" The white-haired elder shot to his feet when he heard Li Yuzhen's account.

Other astral domains had also participated in that ancient battle three hundred thousand years ago.

"Come with me to see the palace lord," the white-haired elder said, seizing Li Yuzhen as they vanished into the depths of the palace.