Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 839 - Awakening

Liu Wuxie's consciousness teetered on the brink of death, but a sharp pain jolted him awake, cutting through the fog in his mind. A faint ray of light pierced the abyss, bringing a glimmer of hope.

Broken fragments of sound trickled in, but he couldn't make out the words..

The water's temperature continued to rise, and the servant had pretty much vented his resentment and tossed a few more herbs into the tub, allowing the medicine to penetrate Liu Wuxie's body.

The water's temperature continued to rise. The servant, having vented much of his resentment, tossed in a few more herbs, allowing the medicine to seep into Liu Wuxie's body. Though bitter, he had no intention of killing him—anyone would hold a grudge if their clan suffered a great loss for the sake of a stranger.

The crack in the abyss widened, and Liu Wuxie's consciousness took the form of a silver needle, struggling to slip through the gap and escape.

"Not enough! If only the crack were a little bigger," Liu Wuxie murmured anxiously. The external stimulation had weakened significantly, and the rest was up to him now. His soul sea was like a cocoon wrapped tightly around his divine sense. This was a protective layer, but it also served as a double-edged sword.

When he was injured, his soul sea had formed a cocoon to shield his primordial spirit from further damage. However, this self-defense mechanism had become a prison, trapping his consciousness within. It was akin to an instinctive reflex—like shielding one’s head or dodging when faced with an incoming blade.

Yet, this defense came at a cost. Unless Liu Wuxie was strong enough to tear through the cocoon, his primordial spirit would remain confined. His injuries were too severe, and his current strength was insufficient to break free.

But if Liu Wuxie could regain consciousness and break free from the cocoon, his primordial spirit and soul energy would transform tremendously.

More light seeped through the crack, and his consciousness grew stronger.

At first, his consciousness was fragile, like a thread. But over time, it became like a worm wriggling in the abyss, wanting to break through the soil.

By the fourth day, Lu Funian continued his daily visits, briefly glancing at Liu Wuxie before sighing and instructing the servants. If Liu Wuxie failed to regain consciousness by the next day, they would have no choice but to abandon treatment.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Wuxie's consciousness transformed into an arrow and shot toward the crack he had worked effortlessly to widen. The moment his head emerged from the crack, a beam of light struck him, forcing his eyes shut.

A long-lost warmth of sunlight shone on him, and he had successfully broken through the cocoon when his consciousness returned to his soul sea. The Heavenly Dao Book unfurled, its pages flipping rapidly.

To Liu Wuxie's astonishment, the Heavenly Dao Book had dozens of new pages. In addition to the laws of heaven and earth, it now contained humanity, morality, and ethics—an unexpected addition.

He didn’t know how these new laws had appeared, but he didn’t dwell on it. Keeping his eyes closed, he examined his body with his divine sense, attuning himself to the world around him.

He had naturally heard the servant’s resentment but chose not to interrupt, allowing the man to vent his frustration.

"Someone used a Grand Purity Pill to save my life?" Liu Wuxie instantly sensed the Grand Purity Pill's energy.

"Who saved me?" Questions began to emerge in Liu Wuxie's mind, but he had no answers. His priority now was to recover from his injuries. His physical wounds were mostly healed with the help of the medicinal liquid, but his soul sea remained severely damaged.

Soul energy couldn’t be restored with ordinary spiritual herbs—only specialized pills could nourish the soul sea. Fortunately, he still had some Soul Condensing Pills left. With a single thought, he sent them into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.

The pills were converted into liquid to nourish the damaged soul sea. As his soul sea began to recover rapidly, the Heavenly Dao Book unfurled and released a radiance to help heal it.

In less than two hours, Liu Wuxie's soul sea had more or less recovered.

"There's only one day left. If you still can't wake up, I'll have no choice but to throw you out," the servant muttered before heading to the bathroom, leaving Liu Wuxie alone.

Once certain no one was around, Liu Wuxie opened his eyes and examined his body, exhaling in relief. However, he remained on high alert, wary of any potential danger.

"Where am I?" Liu Wuxie muttered. His memory was blank after losing consciousness—he had no recollection of how he ended up here. Even after confirming that there was no immediate threat, he remained cautious, unwilling to let his guard down.

After all, the Central Plains was filled with dangers, and it wouldn't be surprising for someone to capture him to be treated as a test subject based on his injury.

But that didn’t seem to be the case—whoever had treated him had specifically used spiritual herbs tailored to his condition. Without them, he might never have woken up. He could have died.

His consciousness reached into the beast pouch, searching for Fiery. If the creature was still there, it might have some answers.

He saw Fiery curled up in the beast pouch, looking restless. He had been worried about Liu Wuxie's safety for the past few days.

The sight of Fiery immediately brought a smile to Liu Wuxie's face.

"Fiery!" Liu Wuxie called out. The creature immediately responded by standing up and looking around, but it soon began to wonder if it was hallucinating when it couldn't see Liu Wuxie anywhere.

"I'm speaking with you using my divine sense. What happened after I lost consciousness?" Liu Wuxie asked. Fiery ran around the beast pouch in excitement after hearing that Liu Wuxie was fine.

Liu Wuxie was still seated in the wooden tub, pretending to be unconscious while secretly communicating with Fiery.

Fiery began to gesture with its paws, and Liu Wuxie could understand through their bond.

When the servant returned after fifteen minutes and found nothing unusual, he sat back beside the wooden tub, continuing his grumble as he added firewood.

Fiery gestured long before Liu Wuxie finally pieced the story together.

"The Lu Clan!" Liu Wuxie's consciousness returned to his body, and he secretly circulated the Desolate Devouring Art. He didn't draw spiritual energy from the surroundings as he didn't want to cause a commotion. Instead, he fed many spirit stones into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.

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The nourishment of liquid spiritual energy accelerated the healing process of his internal organs. This incident made his soul sea purer than before, with his soul energy flowing like mercury.

When Liu Wuxie extended his divine sense, it swept through the entire Lu Clan, leaving nothing unseen. It didn’t take long for his gaze to settle on Lu Funian, seated in the main hall with furrowed brows. Every so often, the patriarch let out a cough—an ominous sign that his injuries had worsened.

"Patriarch, tomorrow is the full moon, and we need to make preparations," a deacon said, unease evident on his face.

The entire city would shut its doors on a full moon, and the Lu Clan was no exception. However, the reason remained a mystery to Liu Wuxie.

"Make sure everyone stays inside tomorrow, and no one is allowed to leave. Seal the windows and doors. No one is allowed to come out even if they hear anything," Lu Funian said before he slumped back in exhaustion.

"Patriarch, how's your condition?" the deacon asked. They had gotten the Grand Purity Pill with great difficulty, but the patriarch had given it to a stranger instead, and this was known to everyone in the Lu Clan. There were even those who had suggested killing Liu Wuxie and refining the medicinal effect from his body.

"I'm fine," Lu Funian replied, waving his hand to dismiss the deacon.

They had no idea that Liu Wuxie had overheard their conversation. When it came to soul energy, his divine sense far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators at the Spirit Profound Realm.

His combat strength had increased significantly during his battle with Sheng Lie, even though his cultivation had stayed he same. The battle had allowed him to consolidate his consecutive breakthroughs in the mountain range, further tempering his cultivation.

Liu Wuxie soon withdrew his divine sense and knew he was safe for now in the Lu Clan. Now that his body had received nourishment of liquid spiritual energy, his physique was slowly being strengthened.

In the evening, Lu Funian came to check on Liu Wuxie again.

"Tomorrow is the fifth day, and I can only give up on you if you still don't wake up," Lu Funian said with a hint of helplessness. There was no connection between them, and he had done so much for Liu Wuxie because of his code of honor.

Lu Funian soon left after giving the servant a few instructions.

When Liu Wuxie watched Lu Funian's figure leave, he noticed the man's back was slightly hunched. He didn't look old, maybe in his forties. For cultivators, anyone under one hundred was still considered young.

His divine sense probed into Lu Funian's body, and he noticed a crack left on his heart pulse, and this was likely an injury caused by a blunt force.

As the sky darkened, the servant added more firewood to the fire before dozing off. It had been exhausting for him to stay up during the past few days, keeping watch by Liu Wuxie's side.

After confirming that the servant had fallen asleep, Liu Wuxie opened his eyes to examine the surroundings. This was a modest courtyard with a few large trees on either side, their branches filled with fruits.

Sword gashes marred the tree trunks—evidence that someone frequently practiced sword techniques here. When Liu Wuxie lifted his gaze, he saw the moon hanging in the sky like a silver disk, its faint radiance casting an eerie glow over the landscape.

All of a sudden, a crimson thread flashed before his eyes.

"What's that?" Liu Wuxie immediately became alert, recalling what Lu Funian had mentioned earlier. This made him wonder if something strange was happening in the city.

Tomorrow was the night of the full moon, and the red thread looked like it had sliced through the full moon. When he sniffed the air, he caught a faint, unsettling scent lingering in the atmosphere.

"Earthly Fiend!" Liu Wuxie muttered under his breath. The atmosphere was tainted with the aura of an Earthly Fiend.

Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiend were two extreme forces, and they could manifest as a human, a beast, or even a clump of formless mist.

The Heavenly Dipper was born from the stars, while the Earthly Fiend came from the internal underworld.

Ordinary people rarely encountered the Earthly Fiend's aura, as it was usually confined to ominous, accursed lands. However, if it infiltrated someone’s body, it would seize control instantly.

Dark spirits were also a form of Earthly Fiends, but they were far more mysterious as they were shapeless and formless, making it nearly impossible to defend against them.

On the other hand, Earthly Fiends wouldn't dare to show themselves in the day.

Liu Wuxie locked his brows together as it wasn't good news that an Earthly Fiend had appeared in the city. There were myths that Earthly Fiends would often bring devastation and death.