Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 885 - Encountering the Divine Race

Liu Tian was in more danger than Liu Wuxie. His injuries had yet to heal, and the Scarlet Dragon Cult was still expanding their searching range. If he stayed behind, he could divert their attention, giving Liu Tian a chance to safely return to the Liu Clan.

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Although Fiery was reluctant, it didn't dare to disobey Liu Wuxie's wishes and nodded.

"Can I call you Big Brother in the future?" Fiery's voice sounded in Liu Wuxie's mind once more. Now that it could speak, it wasn't sure how to address Liu Wuxie.

"Of course, you can," Liu Wuxie replied as he gently patted Fiery's head, and a unique bond formed between them.

"You must come back quickly!" Fiery said, flames sprouting from its body as it prepared to leave.

"I promise I'll return as soon as possible," Liu Wuxie replied. He also planned on returning to the Central Plains as soon as possible after taking care of the important matters at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

After sending Fiery off, Liu Wxuie wore a grave expression. Though he claimed he was safe from danger, he was far from it.

The Scarlet Dragon Cult continued to send experts to search the mountains and expand their search, dispatching more experts, which made Liu Wuxie frown deeply.

"Who is this Yu Lin, to be able to mobilize the entire Scarlet Dragon Cult?" Liu Wuxie muttered. He knew he couldn't stay there any longer, as it was only a matter of time before the Scarlet Dragon Cult came.

Now that the threat of tracking beasts had been eliminated, Liu Wuxie felt less pressure from his pursuers. As long as he could avoid direct encounters, he had a chance to escape.

However, surviving and escaping this place was no easy feat, and time was running out. Liu Wuxie had to shake off the Scarlet Dragon Cult and rush back to the Southern Province—if he delayed any longer, he might miss the Ten Grand Assembly.

Executing the Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie began to seek a new way out. The Scarlet Dragon Cult had completely sealed off the path he had originally taken. That meant his only option was to bypass them, even if it meant taking a longer, riskier route.

With Ghost Eye at full force, Liu Wuxie swept his gaze across the vast mountain range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, searching for a way out.

In the end, Liu Wuxie's gaze locked onto the eastern region. Though it was a longer detour, it was the closest to the exit. If everything went well, he would leave the mountain range in two days.

Without hesitation, Liu Wuxie swiftly headed toward the east.

By this time, the Scarlet Dragon Cult had dispatched thousands of experts, including experts at the Earth Profound Realm.

A fierce-looking, old man with a hooked nose descended from the sky, his eyes radiating a terrifying aura.

As a cultivator at the Earth Profound Realm, his divine sense could reach tens of thousands of miles away, capable of detecting the slightest disturbance.

While Liu Wuxie was on the move, he suddenly felt as though he had been pierced with invisible spikes, making him uncomfortable.

"The Earth Profound Realm!" Liu Wuxie's heart sank. This was unmistakably the aura of an expert at the Earth Profound Realm.

"This is bad! I've been spotted!" Liu Wuxie accelerated his speed and fled.

He could hold his ground against someone at the Spirit Profound Realm, but it would mean certain death if he encountered someone at the Earth Profound Realm.

He soared to the sky like a comet, crossing ten thousand meters with a leap.

"He's over there!" The old man pointed to the eastern region.

Countless experts swarmed in the direction he pointed out, and they gathered more disciples to block the eastern exit.

This meant even if Liu Wuxie managed to break through, he would be trapped at the exit.

"Elder Ying, there's a forbidden zone in the east. What should we do if he runs there?" asked an expert at the high level of the Spirit Profound Realm, bowing to Elder Ying. After all, Elder Ying was their young master's mentor and held a lofty status in the Scarlet Dragon Cult.

"He'll die if he enters the forbidden zone," Elder Ying sneered. No one who had entered the forbidden zone had made it out alive—not even those at the Earth Profound Realm.

As Liu Wuxie fled, he could hear whooshing sounds coming from behind, closing in fast.

"Aerial profound beasts? They think too highly of me," Liu Wuxie said. He raised his head and saw numerous aerial profound breasts flying in his direction.

The aerial profound beasts were both fast and skilled at scouting, quickly locking onto Liu Wuxie's trail.

An arrow shot down from the sky, hurtling straight for Liu Wuxie's back. This wasn't a physical projectile—it was a pure elemental attack, formed using true essence, piercing through space at an astonishing speed.

The arrows moved so fast that they had already appeared behind him in an instant.

"Ice-attribute energy!" Liu Wuxie growled. Without hesitation, he converged his own ice-attribute energy, shaping it into an arrow of his own before firing it forward.

The two arrows collided in mid-air with a deafening explosion.

Shortly after, more arrows rained down from the sky like a storm with a clear goal to slow Liu Wuxie down.

The Earth Profound Realm expert was also closing in fast, and he was confident he could intercept Liu Wuxie within five minutes.

Liu Wuxie knew it too well, and he could sense the oppressive aura of the Earth Profound Realm.

Looking ahead, Liu Wuxie spotted flames rising from the exit, and another encirclement swiftly formed, trapping Liu Wuxie at the center.

"Damn it!" Liu Wuxie was enraged. He hadn't expected the Scarlet Dragon cult to cast such a vast net to deal with him. With enemies ahead and pursuers behind, Liu Wuxie soon found himself in a dilemma.

To make things worse, the aerial profound beasts had already locked onto him, and they would find him no matter how he dodged.

When Liu Wuxie ran out of options, a white mist rose in the distance, obscuring his vision.

"What's that?" Liu Wuxie halted and stared at the white fog that rendered his Ghost Eye useless.

"The fog will help me escape the Scarlet Dragon Cult's pursuit," Liu Wuxie muttered without hesitation, dashing straight into the white mist.

Strangely, as Liu Wuxie changed direction, the barrage of arrows decreased significantly. Even his pursuers seemed to hesitate, their speed slowing.

Five breaths later, Liu Wuxie dove headfirst into the white fog, entering a world of swirling white where visibility was reduced to mere meters.

Not long after Liu Wuxie vanished, the Scarlet Dragon Cult disciples arrived. They stood outside the white fog, not daring to take another step forward.

Even the Earth Profound Realm expert who arrived wore a dark expression.

"Elder Ying, he ran inside," whispered the few high-level Spirit Profound Realm cultivators. They had mobilized countless experts, yet they still failed to kill a mere brat—if word of this spread, it would be a humiliation beyond measure.

"Seal off the surroundings! We'll catch him when he runs out!" Elder Ying gave an order immediately.

Liu Wuxie had just entered and was likely still near the outskirts. So, there was a high possibility he might come out.

However, they didn't know that Liu Wuxie lost his way when he entered the white fog. His vision was greatly hindered, and he could only rely on instinct to find his way around.

"Where am I?" Liu Wuxie asked, bewildered.

This place was bizarre, and even his divine sense couldn't penetrate through the white fog.

What puzzled him the most was that the Scarlet Dragon Cult had stopped chasing him. There could only be one explanation—they feared this place.

"Could there be any danger here?" A sense of unease crept into Liu Wuxie's heart. He gripped the Heretic Blade tightly and was prepared to strike at the first sign of danger.

He wandered for nearly an hour and failed to find the exit. His foot suddenly slipped, and he soon found himself plummeting downward. He was completely out of control, as though falling off a cliff.

Liu Wuxie attempted to slow his descent using true essence, but to his shock, he quickly realized that flight was completely restricted, as if the spatial laws of this place had been sealed.

"What a strange place!" he gasped, his heart pounding.

Reaching out, he frantically tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing—only the vast emptiness surrounding him as he continued to plummet into the unknown.

After ten seconds of freefall, he landed on a massive net. The moment he came in contact, the net suddenly tightened.

"This is bad!" Liu Wuxie felt restricted. He tried to swing the Heretic Blade around to cut the net, but it wouldn't budge, as the net's quality was far superior to his blade's.

The net slowly tightened until Liu Wuxie was bound like a dumpling, immobilized.

"How could this happen?" Liu Wuxie was unable to break free, no matter how he struggled.

"Who is it? If you've got guts, fight me!" Liu Wuxie roared, but no one responded.

He waited for fifteen minutes before the net suddenly shifted, and he felt himself being hoisted onto someone's shoulder.

As he was moved, the Ancestral Tree in the desolate world trembled violently, its power surging, seeking to devour everything in its surroundings.

"Divine race!" Liu Wuxie exclaimed. He was too focused on his surroundings to neglect the Ancestral Tree.

From the moment he had entered the fog, the Ancestral Tree had been swaying relentlessly, trying to warn him. He knew too well how terrifying the divine race was, and his feud ran deep with them.

If he fell into their hands, they would surely rip him apart to extract the Ancestral Tree.

After all, the Ancestral Tree was the divine race's bane—something Liu Wuxie had discovered in the Western Barren. He knew the divinekin wouldn't let him live.

He could only do his best to restrain the Ancestral Tree for now; he had to stay cautious until he figured out their intentions.

Perhaps the divinekin here wouldn't recognize him, and he could find a way to escape if that was the case. It would only spell disaster for him if he summoned the Ancestral Tree now.

Hearing the heavy footsteps from beneath, Liu Wuxie was sure he was being carried. As they moved forward, the dense white fog gradually thinned, revealing a colossal tribal settlement stretching into the distance.

Countless divinekin lived there, and there was an enormous fortress at the center.

Liu Wuxie took a cold breath as the divinekin here were far more powerful than those in the Western barren. They were tall and mighty with strange horns atop their heads—precisely like the one Liu Wuxie had bought in the Spirit Jade Pavilion.

According to his speculation, their strength was unfathomable, and they were at least in the Earth Profound Realm. He hadn't expected the divine race to be so powerful, and it would be a nightmare for humanity if they launched an attack on humans.

The divinekin carrying him was over two meters tall, burly, and strong. His cultivation was roughly in the Spirit Profound Realm, and Liu Wuxie was confident he could've killed him under normal circumstances.

The surrounding divinekin looked over and spoke in their native tongue. Most of them had disdain on their faces, mocking that another fool from the human race had stumbled into their territory.

Liu Wuxie couldn't understand their language but grasped the general meaning of their conversation.

After passing through their camp, the divinekin carried Liu Wuxie into a dark and eerie place. The prison cells were carved into the cliffside, wholly isolated from the outside world.

With his divine sense sealed, Liu Wuxie felt blind—locked away, unable to see or sense anything.