Desolate Devouring Art

Liu Wuxie continued to absorb at a steady pace. He understood the black figure could not let anyone discover that he had brought an outsider into the lesser realm; if word leaked, the consequences would be severe, and he could not be sure Liu Wuxie would leave alive.

After roughly ten minutes of absorption, he stopped. He had funneled a vast amount of pure yang energy into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, where Pure Yang Pills condensed one by one.

Normally, only Void Realm experts could refine such pills, yet he accomplished it at the Origin Conversion Realm. In quality, his Pure Yang Pills surpassed the Heavenly Dragon Sect's, each containing a wisp of an immortal rune. Taken daily, they could gradually strengthen the spirituality within his body.

Beside the bed, the black figure kept silent watch.

Just then, a soft murmur slipped from the woman's lips.

"Xiu, you're finally awake!" he cried, clutching her hands as tears poured down his face.

"Why are you crying when you're already a grown man?" she chided gently, wiping his tears even as her own eyes grew wet.

Relief loosened the tightness in Liu Wuxie's chest at the sight of her waking up. The night had been perilously close. He rose, ready to leave; dawn was nearly upon them.

"Xiu, you've just regained consciousness. Rest while I handle some matters. I'll be back shortly," the black figure said, stepping out, with Liu Wuxie following from the house.

"I know you didn't help for free. What do you want? As long as it isn't excessive, I'll agree," he asked, gratitude bright in his gaze. Without Liu Wuxie, death would have parted him and his wife.

"I need five elemental treasures—preferably fire and earth," Liu Wuxie said plainly. Treasures were countless; only those that suited him mattered. He had already reached the third-level Origin Conversion Realm and felt no rush to climb higher. Ordinary Primal Origin Realm cultivators no longer threatened him.

What he needed urgently was comprehension of the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art. The Myriad Race Ceremony loomed over Han Feizi's life and death as well as over his family; he had to establish the interstellar teleportation array no matter what.