Chapter 1246 - Eighth-Level Transcendent Realm
With the True Dragon Physique cultivation method, Liu Wuxie's fleshly body strengthened at a pace visible to the naked eye. His raw power now allowed him to defeat ninth-level Origin Conversion Realm cultivators with a single punch. In sheer strength, he surpassed ordinary standards; no assembly of ninth-level cultivators could rival him.
More terrifyingly, his physique fused perfectly with the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms.
He withdrew the porcelain bottle Elder Long had given him, preparing to refine the dragon's blood and break into the eighth-level Transcendent Realm.
The moment he unsealed the bottle, a violent aura burst out and shook the palace. The blood carried the dragon clan's ancient laws; its might condensed into the phantom of a golden divine dragon that hovered over his head.
"The owner of this blood must have reached the Earth Immortal Realm, or perhaps even higher," Liu Wuxie murmured. Without hesitation, he poured the dragon's blood into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron.
A thunderous rumble rocked the cauldron as demonic flames surged to refine the blood. The divine dragon phantom roared in defiance, unwilling to yield, but Liu Wuxie channeled the True Dragon Physique. Gradually, the phantom calmed, burrowed into his body, and carved dragon runes along his skin.
Golden scales erupted across his torso, rendering him neither fully human nor fully dragon. Power flooded his arms; he felt as if a single punch could shatter a mountain. The scales hardened his defenses, making him impervious to ordinary weapons.
The blood's raging aura condensed into a divine dragon in his desolate world, propelling his cultivation toward the eighth-level Transcendent Realm. The Desolate Devouring Art accelerated, devouring spiritual energy and dragon aura alike, while the Heavenly Dao Book etched another sequence into its pages.
Even if Elder Long were here to witness it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that Liu Wuxie could refine it so swiftly.
"Eighth-level Transcendent Realm, break!" Liu Wuxie roared. His voice rang like a dragon's cry, shaking the palace walls. The stone walls bore immortal runes, impervious even to Earth Immortals, yet his shout made them quiver faintly.
The laws of the Transcendent Realm within Liu Wuxie's desolate world multiplied without restraint. Their sheer density surpassed what tens of thousands of cultivators at the same realm could gather in their bodies.
When violent energy coursed through his draconic meridians into the desolate world, his transformation reached new heights. His meridians had already reshaped into a dragon's, and his bones grew terrifyingly unyielding. Cloaked in the phantom of a divine dragon, he felt certain even Primal Origin Realm cultivators would struggle to slay him.