Chapter 1230 - Refining the Thunder Gods Spear
The sight left the four elders utterly shocked. To them, Liu Wuxie’s actions were no different from courting death. They had no idea that the Heavenly Dao Book had already suppressed the Thunder God’s will, leaving it unable to move within Liu Wuxie’s soul sea.
Bathed in the Heavenly Dao Book’s radiance, the Thunder God’s will gradually weakened until it fused with him. Refining that will brought immense benefits—his soul energy strengthened, and a faint link formed between him and the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm.
To the elders, it seemed as though time slowed when Liu Wuxie reached for the Thunder God’s Spear. His movements appeared unhurried, yet were faster than lightning. The instant he seized it, a terrifying surge of power erupted from the spear, intent on destroying him.
“I already subdued your will, and you still dare struggle?” Liu Wuxie growled. He knew this was only a projection. The true Thunder God’s Spear remained in the Thunder God’s hands.
When his true essence crashed down in unison with the Heavenly Dao Book’s suppression, the spear’s resistance faltered. The four elders exchanged disbelieving looks.
“That’s impossible! How can he subdue the Thunder God’s Spear?” All four, even Elder Long, were dumbfounded.
At that moment, Liu Wuxie summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. With a pull, the cauldron devoured the entire Thunder God’s Spear. Inside, it dissolved into terrifying lightning laws that bore the aura of the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm. Liu Wuxie poured them directly into the desolate world without hesitation.
A thunderous rumble echoed. The desolate world expanded instantly, its size doubling as its crystalline walls grew tougher and denser. Yet instead of elation, Liu Wuxie felt a stab of dread. Expansion meant that each future breakthrough would become increasingly harder, requiring hundreds of times more essence than previous ones.
The celestial laws formed shackles that bound the desolate world, refining its structure and shape. Though his cultivation hadn’t risen a step, the quality of his true essence had multiplied. After the laws of the celestial realm tempered it, its purity rivaled that of Primal Origin Realm cultivators. If he told anyone, no one would believe such a claim.
When he had fully refined the spear, its miniature version within his soul sea transformed into a sequence and was imprinted into the Heavenly Dao Book. The thunderclouds above vanished, and Liu Wuxie descended with the Heretic Blade hovering before him.
Tribulation tempered the blade, and it grew tougher, its slender body gleaming with new resilience.
“What a beautiful blade!” someone whispered. Unlike traditional curved blades, this one was shorter, with its own unique style.