Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 462 - 417: Call Me Wu Tian

The earth's crust began to tremble, and the strata were as violently fluctuating as the ocean. Innumerable ultrasound waves of rupturing earth veins passed through Wu Hen's ears, all heralding an endless divine power surging beneath the Houtu land.

Wu Hen could no longer stand steady on the surface.

The ground seemed to open innumerable gaping maws, eager to swallow all things into its belly.

Wu Hen caught a glimpse of those ancient cities. They were transforming from complete structures into tiny granules—one might compare it to pixel-style cities appearing in the real world. But upon closer inspection, it wasn't that they took on an illusory, fabricated appearance; it was that all the stone, rock bricks, and firm soil had been affected by the earlier crustal fluctuations and shattered into countless dust particles!

Ancient cities had turned into dust particles.

Mountain ranges became rock granules.

The continuous thick soil of the ground had turned into mud dust particles. As too-vast energy evaporated from the lower layers of the world, they all broke free from the bonds of their original material form, steaming up towards the sky like smoke!

Wu Hen hurriedly flew from the ground up to the sky, ascending as high as possible into the cold upper air, far away from this fearsome Houtu divine power.

However, a command, like that of gods obliterating everything, reached him.

"Houtu, bury the sky!"

The moment this voice reached Wu Hen's mind, Wu Hen suddenly discovered that the ground, now dust particles, furiously poured into the sky!

The boundless firmament was about to be buried by the earth!

Wu Hen was shocked by such divine power, and though his heart was no longer fearful, his vision was dazzled.

Dust particles buried the sky, and the vast heavens had no place to escape. Wu Hen had initially wanted to counter with his sword, but he quickly abandoned this idea and was buried in this Houtu celestial tomb together with the sky!

Bai Ze trembled weakly like a seagull about to fall in a stormy sea; the sky was untenable, and the earth had disappeared.

Fortunately, the Houtu Divine Phoenix, transformed from Disaster, did not target Bai Ze, leaving a very tiny gap for Bai Ze, who stood on a solitary cloud, his feathers all bristling in fright.

"With this Houtu burial of the sky's divine power, Wu Hen wouldn't know if he could break it for hundreds of years. Poor child, he has yet to taste the joy of cultivation before enduring all its hardships," Bai Ze shook his head helplessly.

In the sky was a tomb with Wu Hen buried inside, so vast that the heavens could not contain it.

It was as if the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down, harking back to the chaos of the beginning, before heaven and earth were separated.

Still, fortunately, all the Houtu dust would gradually return to the surface over time. The turbid air would sink, and the clear air would rise, with heaven and earth redelineating themselves.

It took a very long time before Wu Hen finally struggled out of the celestial tomb.

He floated in the central position, like an artifact newly unearthed, even with verdigris on his body.

"Are you okay? Buried alive for so long, haven't lost your wits, have you?" Bai Ze flew over and asked with concern.

Using his pristine wings as a duster, Bai Ze brushed the dust from Wu Hen's body.

This mercy was Disaster sparing him—otherwise, Wu Hen would not have been able to get out of the celestial tomb for a thousand years.

"Not bad. Once I succeed in Soul Casting, I'll do a Houtu burial of the sky too. I think I've felt the charm of cultivation now. Transcending the basic laws that bind the spirits of heaven and earth, condensing divine power enough to contend with heaven and earth... We always say to revere nature, for nature's force is infinite, but if one were to control this infinite force of nature, what a wonderful thing that would be," said Wu Hen.

The vastness of cultivation was already so, rising above birds and beasts to become the master of all spirits. The human evolutionary process was also about conquering everything, including the natural world of heaven and earth.

Cultivation is great, Cultivation must be learned!

Once I have mastered these Divine Powers, who would dare to look down on me and call me a cosmos's insignificant worm? Every sentient being I come across must respectfully address me as God Wu.

No, I should not be called Wu Hen. I should be called Wu Tian.

Wu who defies all Laws, Tian who defies all Heavens!

"Now that the starry sky has been buried, how do you plan to follow the stars' guidance for your journey and breaking the predicament?" Bai Ze asked.

"That was just a metaphor. You need to open your mind. Just let me be buried alive a few more times, and I should..."

"Get used to it?" Bai Ze said.

"Of course I'll find a way to break through!" Wu Hen replied.

"Fine, breathe in some fresh air while you can. You won't have the chance when you're in the ground."

"There are Spiritual Factors in the soil too. I can Gather Spirit, don't underestimate me."

"It seems that Disaster didn't bury you thoroughly enough, for you to show no fear whatsoever," Bai Ze said.

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Bai Ze saw Wu Hen quickly revitalizing and couldn't help but marvel at the strength of the Black Divine Miracle that managed to rebuild him.

Bai Ze found a new spot and hurriedly sprawled himself there.

Might as well take a nap. In this place, the seas drying up and rocks crumbling is nothing out of the ordinary. Endless ages and drastic climate changes are only to be expected. Anyway, this Houtu Celestial Burial is the most exaggerated display of Divine Power Bai Ze has ever witnessed. Perhaps not even in a hundred years, or a thousand, would Wu Hen find a way to overcome it.

Furthermore, Wu Hen's chances of attacking Disaster through lightning strikes now seemed improbable, as Disaster had transformed into the Houtu Divine Phoenix and had fully immersed into the Earth's crust. When it buried the sky, not even the shadow of the Houtu Divine Phoenix was visible; Wu Hen had no opportunity to take any shortcuts.

Having fallen into a deep sleep, the world started to sway again.

Amidst the vague blurriness, a divine voice was heard:

"Houtu, Burial of Heaven!"

Bai Ze immediately covered his head with his wings, turning into a milky-white little quail.

Disaster really didn't give Wu Hen any appetizers to try, going straight for the most overwhelming Divine Power. It really wasn't afraid that Wu Hen's path to enlightenment would shatter again.

...

Chaos reigned between heaven and earth, layers of existence separated.

The pure ascended, the murky descended...

The dust that buried the skies returned to the Earth, the passage of time unknown, Bai Ze groggily opened his eyes and saw, amidst the settling dirt, a silhouette of a Divine Phoenix. Unlike most heavenly phoenixes soaring freely in the sky, this one was swimming under the thick layers of soil and Earth Veins!

It was only during the process when the dust particles slowly settled that its figure could barely be discerned.

Bai Ze intended to alert Wu Hen that if he wanted to attack the Houtu Divine Phoenix, he must seize this moment. However, seeing Wu Hen buried and lifeless as if he were a freshly unearthed terracotta figurine, Bai Ze thought better of it.

The same trick wouldn't work on Disaster, Wu Hen would still need to comprehend the True Mystery of Houtu.

"Sleep a little longer, just a little longer, the grass on my grave hasn't even fallen from the sky to the ground yet," Bai Ze closed his eyes, hoping to sleep even deeper this time, perhaps for a full thousand years.