Chapter 1585 - Great Samsara Mythical Art

Liu Wuxie saw no route of escape, so he lifted his gaze to the sky and sensed a powerful suction force tugging at him.

"This is..." Liu Wuxie said, staring at the gate. It felt familiar for some reason, yet he couldn't recall it, no matter how hard he tried.

Liu Wuxie nearly shouted in shock, "This is the Gate of Samsara!"

The Gate of Samsara and the Great Samsara Mythical Art weren't the same. If one cultivated the Great Samsara Mythical Art, one could summon the Path of Samsara to sever the past and present.

But the Gate of Samsara served as the door that guarded the Path of Samsara. If anyone could control the Gate of Samsara, they would be able to control the Path of Samsara. If he gained control of it, he could crush the divine son the moment the latter dared to use the Great Samsara Mythical Art before him.

Anyone who wanted to step into samsara had to pass through that gate. The portal before him was only a phantom. From his memories, the actual Gate of Samsara had vanished for billions of years, and he had no idea why a phantom would appear here. He began to wonder if this place was a samsara realm.

In less than half a breath, countless pieces of information surged through Liu Wuxie's mind, and he didn't hesitate. He shot forward and vanished into the Gate of Samsara. By the time Nalan Qiwen and the others rushed over, they arrived a step too late, as Liu Wuxie had already fled into the Gate of Samsara.

"What should we do then?" Nalan Qiuhe asked, her face twisting with fury. She knew only killing Liu Wuxie could restore her dao heart to wholeness. Liu Wuxie's will had tortured her for the past few days. Whenever she closed her eyes, Liu Wuxie would turn into a fiend and burrow into her soul sea.

"Chase after him!" the Peach Blossom Gate's sect master roared and entered the Gate of Samsara without hesitation. He would never allow Liu Wuxie to escape after killing his son.

As more cultivators flooded toward the Gate of Samsara, tens of thousands rushed in within the blink of an eye. The Gate of Samsara continued to hover in the air, but it began to waver, growing increasingly unstable as if it might collapse at any moment. News of the mirage spread outward, and nearby cultivators hurried over in waves.

When Liu Wuxie stepped through the Gate of Samsara, he felt as though he had entered another world, with endless ancient force pouring into his body.

"What an ancient world!" Liu Wuxie said as soon as he arrived. But he didn't linger to avoid being discovered.

As cultivators poured in behind him, they scattered in every direction to hunt for treasures.

Not long after Liu Wuxie entered, a figure with a serpent head surfaced above the sea.

"King, why are you so determined to find this person?" another terrifying figure asked as he rose from the sea. He looked neither fully human nor beast, sharing seventy percent similarity to a human.

"Only this person can help our Witcher Clan to rise again," the serpent-headed man said, then shifted back into human form. If Liu Wuxie had been present, he would have recognized him at once. Gong Gong had returned, and he had brought a powerful Witcher Clan expert with him.

Nearly a month had passed since they had parted, and Liu Wuxie still hadn't received any news from Gong Gong. Yet Gong Gong had followed Liu Wuxie's aura all the way here.

"Does he really carry a large amount of witcher energy on him?" the Witcher Clan expert asked.

The Witcher Clan had vanished through history, leaving only scattered remnants that hid in mountains and poisonous swamps, barely surviving. Humans lived by absorbing spiritual energy, but the Witcher Clan survived by absorbing witcher energy. Yet witcher energy had grown scarce, nearly going extinct.

As the desolate world gave birth to the Witcher Realm, it produced immense witcher energy daily, and that witcher energy had awakened Gong Gong. Gong Gong had left, sensing the presence of his companions.

The Spirit Martial Astral Domain differed from the other astral domains because countless races lived there, and the Witcher Clan was one of them.

"Let's go in," Gong Gong said without hesitation. His speech flowed more smoothly as more of his memories had returned. He led the Witcher Clan experts straight into the Gate of Samsara.

Liu Wuxie raced across the land. This world held no trees or rivers, as if time itself had abandoned it. Everything reeked of desolation. Brown earth and greenish stones made it clear this wasn't a modern world, but an ancient ruin.

The moment Liu Wuxie entered, the Gate of Samsara vanished, leaving him no path to return. He activated Ghost Pupil and pierced through layers of time and space, trying to understand where he had landed.

He found no sun, moon, stars, heaven, earth, or even five elements. That alone confirmed it wasn't a complete world. The sky remained gray, and thick ancient laws pressed down so heavily that Liu Wuxie felt fatigued after flying for a while.

Through Ghost Pupil, he could see the laws in the air, each as thick as an arm.

"What thick ancient laws!"

He summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron to devour the laws and merge them into the desolate world. As the ancient laws joined, the desolate world grew even more complete than before.

Suddenly, whooshing sounds rang out from afar as Liu Wuxie flew on. Tens of thousands of people had entered the Gate of Samsara and scattered the moment they had arrived. But towering mountains still stood here, and the divine senses of cultivators at the Heaven Gaze Realm could reach far.

"Since there is nowhere to hide, I need to find a way out as soon as possible."

Liu Wuxie increased his speed. He avoided running into anyone for the time being, as quasi-immortals possessed heaven-defying methods. If they encircled him, he could only wait for death.

With a few rapid bursts, Liu Wuxie vanished once more.

"That's Liu Wuxie!" the approaching cultivators shouted, recognizing him instantly.

"Chase after him! They say Liu Wuxie is a chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying fortune. He'll surely find treasures with his luck!"

The plains offered no cover, and Liu Wuxie's trail stayed visible no matter how far he flew.

"Damn it!" Liu Wuxie snarled as he felt three people clinging close behind him. He had flown for so long without seeing a single treasure, not even a single feather. If treasures existed nearby, someone would have already discovered them.

All of a sudden, the entire world shook violently. The cultivators who had entered froze and turned toward the source of the disturbance. Liu Wuxie also looked up as the ground cracked in the distance, and a pitch-black gate slowly rose from the earth. It was a terrifying sight clearly visible from afar.

"That's the Gate of Samsara?" Liu Wuxie murmured.

Even so, he couldn't be entirely certain from this distance. It didn't look like the Gate of Samsara, but more like the path toward the world of samsara. Yet, whether it was the Gate of Samsara or not, it had to connect to this world.

Wave after wave, tens of thousands of cultivators converged around the black gate. Roughly fifteen minutes later, Liu Wuxie slipped into the crowd and concealed his aura so thoroughly that even a quasi-immortal wouldn't discover him immediately. He would flee without hesitation as soon as he found a way out.

"There are many characters on it!" someone exclaimed.

The pitch-black gate towered overhead and radiated a terrifying ancient power that even cultivators at the pinnacle of the Heaven Gaze Realm couldn't approach. They could only stand a hundred meters away from it.

The Peach Blossom Gate's sect master descended from the sky and swept his gaze around before looking at the black gate.

"The characters are too ancient. Does anyone recognize them?" someone asked. The writing resembled tadpole script, and even cultivators at the Quasi-Immortal Realm looked baffled and couldn't recognize it.

"These should be characters from ancient times, and there is very little information passed down," someone explained.

𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Every era left its own creations behind, and over countless years, characters had evolved. That made those ancient characters obscure and difficult to identify. Every character carried a different meaning, and reading them rashly could invite disaster.

Liu Wuxie activated Ghost Pupil and focused on every character on the pitch-black gate. Each one carved itself cleanly into his vision.

He froze. "These are desolate characters!"

The Desolate Devouring Art also took the form of desolate characters that were ancient relics lost to history. No one knew when the Desolate Era had appeared, not even Liu Wuxie. Perhaps they were even older than the Primeval Era.

The characters flowed into Liu Wuxie's soul sea, and the Heavenly Dao Book recorded them.

Liu Wuxie's eyelids twitched. "This is the Great Samsara Mythical Art's cultivation method!"

The gate contained the complete cultivation method for the Great Samsara Mythical Art, and it was even more profound than the version cultivated by the divine son. The divine race had only grasped the surface and couldn't summon the Gate of Samsara or the samsara passage. The complete Great Samsara Mythical Art didn't rely on high lethality. Its greatest use lay in opening the Path of Samsara and summoning the Gate of Samsara.

Even if a person died, one could use the Gate of Samsara to revive them, and that was the most exquisite aspect of the Gate of Samsara. Even the divine son had to pass through death to grasp the essence of samsara.

Liu Wuxie's heart pounded harder. He understood that whoever mastered the complete Great Samsara Mythical Art could gain control of the Gate of Samsara.

Even after recording the characters, he didn't dare to act rashly or cultivate them immediately. Comprehending the Great Samsara Mythical Art required time, and the Heavenly Deity Monument's eternal world had vanished.

"Who's Liu Wuxie? Get out now!" Nalan Qiwen shouted as the Nalan Clan arrived.

They showed no interest in the characters on the gate, as they couldn't recognize them anyway. At most, they could record them for later study, but their priority remained killing Liu Wuxie. If Liu Wuxie lived, the Nalan Clan would never know peace, and no amount of treasures could repay the lives of the six Nalan Clan elders.

Everyone froze, tearing their attention away from the Gate of Samsara to look toward the Nalan Clan's experts. The Peach Blossom Gate had also arrived in full force, led by the Peach Blossom Gate's sect master, and even ancient beings who had been in seclusion stepped out.

Along with the Oceanic Clan and the pirates of the Seventy-Two Caves, they quickly formed a crushing encirclement that boxed in everyone present.

Nalan Qiwen had personally watched Liu Wuxie enter this world, so he felt certain Liu Wuxie was hidden among the crowd. They already knew Liu Wuxie excelled at disguises, and they intended to see how long he could keep hiding now.

"The Nalan Clan has gone too far! Why should we release our true essence?" someone protested, bristling at the Nalan Clan's tyranny.

"Liu Wuxie has killed six of our elders, and we will avenge them today, no matter the cost. If you can prove that you're not Liu Wuxie, we'll give each of you one hundred astral crystals as compensation," Nalan Qiwen declared. He didn't want to offend everyone. His only goal was to find Liu Wuxie.

One hundred astral crystals weren't much, but it wasn't small either, with tens of thousands of cultivators present. The Nalan Clan had already issued a bounty on Liu Wuxie. Anyone who killed him would receive five million astral crystals, and Nalan Qiwen carried that reward with him, ready to use it.

"I'm not Liu Wuxie!" one cultivator shouted, immediately stepping forward and releasing his true essence to prove himself.

Nalan Qiwen only glanced once, and Nalan Tiancheng immediately tossed one hundred astral crystals over.