Chapter 1264 - Fourth-Level Origin Conversion Realm
The white hand appeared out of nowhere, piercing time and space. Only someone with a very high cultivation could achieve such a feat, and no one knew who had saved Liu Wuxie.
The shockwave hurled Liu Wuxie across the hall and slammed him into the ground. Old Blindie rushed in, caught him before he slid further, and shoved a pill between his lips. In his current state, if Liu Wuxie couldn't receive immediate treatment, his injuries would cripple his cultivation.
Liu Wuxie circulated the Desolate Devouring Art. Nearly a thousand Pure Yang Pills detonated at once, melting into liquid essence that poured into his desolate world. Each pill carried a vast charge of pure yang energy and a strand of an immortal rune.
He had extracted that energy from the lesser realm the night before and refined more than twenty thousand pills—half of which he burned in that single instant.
The Pure Yang Pills nourished his inner world, stopping its collapse. True essence surged back through his meridians, stitching his injuries. Enduring the oppression of a Heaven Gaze Realm expert, he even felt his physique tempered and growing stronger.
The white palm didn't stop after driving the black figure back. It struck again, terrifying immortal runes woven through the blow. Liu Wuxie sensed a hint of immortal energy riding that strike, proof that the owner of the hand had begun to comprehend the Immortal Realm.
"Hua Feiyu, I didn't expect you to intervene," the black figure sneered. His body swelled into a colossal hand as the two palms met in mid-air. The clash alone could have erased the courtyard; the aftershock was fierce enough to kill Liu Wuxie, Old Blindie, and He Yingwu dozens of times over.
"This is the Heavenly Dragon Sect's territory. You don't get to run wild here." A voice rang out as the white palm shifted from a radiant silhouette into a lotus and back again. Waves from their first exchange tore through nearby buildings.
"We leave. Now!" Liu Wuxie growled. They had to move while the white hand was buying them time.
The three sprinted for the secret passage. Before they crossed the threshold, the black figure chopped down another palm, aiming to let the aftershock finish Liu Wuxie.
The white hand flashed across the sky and met the blow head-on. A thunderous detonation followed. The courtyard vanished from the map of Mount Dragon City; everything within a radius of nearly ten thousand meters turned to ash.
The growing commotion forced the lurkers to flee. If not, the blast would have taken the lives of countless innocent people.