Chapter 1265 - Shrouded in Secret
Every trace of law in the room vanished the moment Liu Wuxie's eyes snapped open. A razor-bright gleam flashed from his gaze, so intense it seemed it could ignite space. He drew back his aura, steady and controlled, at the fourth level of the Origin Conversion Realm.
In cultivation, the first to third levels marked the initial phase of a realm, the fourth to sixth levels the mid-phase, and the seventh to ninth levels the late phase. Now that he had stepped into the fourth level of the Origin Conversion Realm, Liu Wuxie had entered the mid-phase, and his strength had transformed.
When he slid the door open and stepped out, three pairs of eyes swung toward him in unison.
"What are you all looking at?" Liu Wuxie asked.
"How did you do it? How did you make the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art manifest as a five-colored divine dragon?" Old Blindie exhaled, still reeling. Raising the Great Five Elemental Mythical Art to such heights within days was unbelievable; many would spend decades and never achieve it.
Liu Wuxie rubbed the bridge of his nose, a little sheepish. He couldn't exactly admit that all mythical arts originated from immortal arts, and that he had merely woven the shadows of those immortal arts into the mythical art.
"Since it's inconvenient for you to say, I won't pry. What do we do next?" Old Blindie said, tactfully changing the subject. No one would casually lay bare the mythical arts they had comprehended.
In any case, his granddaughter had already acknowledged Liu Wuxie as master; sooner or later, she would learn from him.
These past few days with Liu Wuxie made Old Blindie feel as if a second spring had arrived, stirring an urge to accomplish something great together. They resolved his granddaughter's condition; with no more worries, he had nothing better to do than throw himself into Liu Wuxie's plans.
"The Myriad Race Ceremony is about to begin, and I've already signed up. I can't remain in Mount Dragon City," Liu Wuxie said. With He Yingwu's current talent, he did not qualify to take part, so he would not be joining.
At the news of his departure, Old Blindie and Xiao Luo both looked crestfallen.
"Master, are you leaving?" Xiao Luo asked, clutching Liu Wuxie's sleeve as tears welled. In these few days, their bond had deepened; the thought of parting churned her heart.