Chapter 222: 222. Chapter 219: Yellow Flower Kill

222. Chapter 219: Yellow Flower Kill

When the star mountain in his dantian was completely formed, like a giant peak in the Shanhe Diagram, Ding Huan opened his eyes.

He had broken through from the Nebula realm and arrived at an entirely new realm.

Ding Huan was very clear about how he had reached this realm and where he was headed.

When his dantian once again formed a continuous range of star mountains, that would be the moment he stepped into the next realm; he could already see his next realm, which would form a single great dao star.

His current realm of condensing nebula into star mountain was preparation for forming that star in the future.

Henceforth, this would be called the Star Condensation realm.

His Star Condensation realm was equivalent to the True Pill realm of cultivators in this part of the universe; once his great dao star condensed, it would be equivalent to the Primordial Soul realm.

Ding Huan drew out the Parting Spear; with a casual flick of the long spear in his hand, a violent killing momentum surged up.

If he were to deal with Gong Hua now, where would he need to set up any killing formation? He wouldn't even need the genetic poison mist.

Crack! A giant boulder in the distance was torn to pieces by Ding Huan's casual spear thrust.

Ding Huan froze once more.

Because this giant boulder had shattered far too strangely — first a vortex of rubble formed at its center, and only then did it crumble under the spear's momentum.

This was because his divine sense had also surged along with the Parting Spear's killing momentum.

His original intent had been to observe the subtle changes of this spear thrust, but inadvertently it had produced this effect.

That vortex was definitely not brought about by the killing momentum stirred up by the Parting Spear, but by his divine sense.

His divine sense had been comprehending his Great Universe Art within the cosmic vortex all along, so it had unconsciously carried this kind of cosmic vortex killing momentum as well.

Other people's divine sense couldn't exist for even a single breath within such a vortex, yet his divine sense could persist within this cosmic vortex for over a dozen days.

As his divine sense was swept along by the cosmic vortex, it was continuously tempered, and in the process it also gained a killing momentum unique to the cosmic vortex.

The reason was that if his divine sense didn't generate this kind of killing momentum, it would have long since been torn apart by the cosmic vortex and ceased to exist.

This is a great killing weapon!

Ding Huan's heart stirred with excitement — if, when facing an enemy, his divine sense unleashed this kind of vortex killing momentum, it could directly disintegrate the opponent's killing-momentum domain.

Or if the opponent used spells or divine abilities, his divine-sense vortex could disintegrate those just the same.

Thinking of this, Ding Huan thrust his spear at another giant boulder.

This time Ding Huan did not employ the divine-sense vortex; the killing aura stirred up by the Parting Spear easily reduced the boulder to rubble.

Then Ding Huan's divine sense blasted out the vortex killing momentum as the Parting Spear struck a third boulder.

"Crack!" The boulder shattered — exactly like the first one: first the vortex killing momentum blasted a rubble vortex out of its center, and only then did it split apart toward both sides.

Just as he thought. Ding Huan realized he had been too caught up in the situation to clearly see how fearsome his divine-sense vortex killing momentum truly was.

This counts as a self-created divine ability, right?

When facing an enemy, suddenly unleashing a divine-sense vortex killing momentum to disintegrate the opponent's divine abilities and killing-momentum domain.

Taking advantage of that momentary weakness, he would have a great chance to finish the opponent off.

From now on, this divine ability shall be called Vortex Kill?

That name is too tacky. Thought Kill? Doesn't sound good either.

Better to call it Yellow Flower Kill — Ding Huan was quite pleased with his own wild imagination.

The reason he suddenly thought of the words "yellow flower" was because the character 念 (thought) in "Thought Kill" reminded him of "the curtain rolled up by the west wind, a person thinner than the yellow flower."

Even though 念 and 簾 (curtain) have nothing in common, and don't even sound alike, Ding Huan forcibly tied them together just for the name "Yellow Flower."

Yellow Flower Kill was effective, but the stronger the opponent's divine ability or killing-momentum domain, the more divine sense it consumed.

This kind of ultimate move must be saved for critical moments.

"Daoist friend Ding, congratulations on the great completion of your divine art." Ji Ji Xinting's voice came through at just the right moment via divine sense.

Clearly he had seen Ding Huan's self-created divine ability perfectly clearly just now.

Actually, he didn't know exactly what divine ability Ding Huan had created, but he could feel that Ding Huan's ability was no simple matter.

Ding Huan was in a good mood, and since he was now certain Ji Ji Xinting had no ability to make a killing move against him, he simply cupped his fists and said:

"Many thanks, Daoist friend Ji. You ambushed me first last time, and I took your things afterward — let's call it even."

Ji Ji Xinting was, after all, the number one powerhouse of the Triple Heaven Star Land. Since the other party showed goodwill, Ding Huan didn't want to make an enemy of him either.

Besides, in the course of his dealings with Ji Ji Xinting, he hadn't suffered any losses.

"Daoist friend Ding, there is one matter I truly need your help with — I am sincerely asking you."

Ji Ji Xinting was pinned by the Flying Smoke Sword and could only transmit his voice through divine sense; his body couldn't move at all.

"Daoist friend Ji, I know my own limits very well. If you need me to go to the Ascension Realm to notify the Huangshen Sect people to come rescue you, I'm powerless to do so right now.

Perhaps one day when my strength is sufficient, I can deliver a message for you on the side."

Ding Huan spoke the plain truth — not only couldn't he go to the Ascension Realm now, but even if he could, he wouldn't deliver that message; that would just be asking for trouble.

Ji Ji Xinting gave a self-mocking chuckle:

"Huangshen Sect? If the Huangshen Sect knew my current predicament, those fellows would probably come here to kill me as their first priority. So when I say thank you, I'm not flattering you — I truly mean it."

Ding Huan said nothing; he just looked at Ji Ji Xinting, knowing the man surely had more to say.

Hidden Jianshan — he currently had no ability to claim it for himself, but one day he would.

He wanted to establish a sect of his own, and for that he needed Hidden Jianshan. It was practically a comprehension ground tailor-made for the Great Universe Art.

As long as his cultivation kept improving and he enclosed Hidden Jianshan as his own, his sect would develop at flying speed.

To claim Hidden Jianshan for himself, he would have to face Ji Ji Xinting directly. At the very least, he had to resolve the trouble that was Ji Ji Xinting — otherwise how could he take Hidden Jianshan?

Ji Ji Xinting's tone became sincere:

"I now have two paths. The first is for my Primordial Spirit to leave and find someone to body-seize. The second is to seek a top-grade treasure of heaven and earth, such as an Immortal Juan Flower, to reshape my body."

Ding Huan had long suspected that Ji Ji Xinting's entire body had been corroded by toxins.

Even though he had fused with the Detoxification Gene Serum, before he created the Grand Cosmos Art, if he stayed here less than a month, the poisonous mist here would corrode away his physical body.

How many years had Ji Xinting been here? Maybe a hundred or two hundred years?

It could only be said that this old fellow being able to survive until now was truly remarkable.

"The first time you came, I indeed wanted to seize your body."

Ding Huan was not surprised by Ji Xinting's words. Even if Ji Xinting wanted to seize his body now, he would not be surprised at all.

Who could come to this place? If Ji Xinting wanted to seize someone else, he'd need the chance to do so.

Now that his Grand Cosmos Art had taken shape, and he had even condensed a Star Mountain. No matter how high Ji Xinting's cultivation was, as long as he dared to seize his body, he would let this old fellow know why the flowers were so red.

Seeing that Ding Huan did not speak, Ji Xinting gave a bitter smile and transmitted:

"I had long guessed that you knew my purpose, which is why you hurried to escape the first time. And this time, you probably don't fear my seizing your body at all, which is why you stopped here to listen to me ramble.

Or rather, besides advancing, you came to Hidden Jianshan for something else."

Ding Huan sighed inwardly. This fellow was really formidable—nothing escaped his guesses.

"I want to ask you for a favor. It's not that I want you to go out and bring someone to rescue me. I only need you to help me take away the Flying Smoke Sword. The Flying Smoke Sword is yours; I don't want it."

Ding Huan looked at Ji Xinting with a half-smile:

"Old Ji, first of all, although the Flying Smoke Sword is on you, it's pinning you down—it's not your possession. So if I can take the Flying Smoke Sword, then naturally it's mine.

Second, with my current ability, I still can't take the Flying Smoke Sword. I know that very well myself.

Third, if I save you, you'll either seize my body or seize someone else's. Either way, it's not what I want to do.

Don't tell me you have an Immortal Quince Flower—I won't believe it."

Ji Xinting now understood Ding Huan a little. He tried to make his transmission more likely to earn Ding Huan's trust:

"Fellow Daoist Ding, you should know that with your great Dao, seizing your body would be seeking death for me. I know there's a place that has an Immortal Quince Flower, but of course that's meaningless.

I just want to ask Fellow Daoist Ding what you came here for. If I can help Fellow Daoist Ding, I only hope we can exchange with each other."

Ding Huan hesitated a little.

Before he had self-created the divine ability Yellow Flower Kill, he absolutely would not have hesitated, because he wouldn't have considered this matter at all.

After learning Yellow Flower Kill, although he said he didn't have the ability to pull out the Flying Smoke Sword, in his heart he still felt there was a sliver of hope in pulling away the Flying Smoke Sword.

As if to strike while the iron was hot, Ji Xinting continued transmitting:

"Fellow Daoist Ding, the reason the Flying Smoke Sword can pin me here is because of two things. The first is that I opened the poison vein here, and the second is that I also tried to forcibly make the Flying Smoke Sword become my sword slave..."

Make an immortal sword a sword slave? Ding Huan found it funny. No matter how strong Ji Xinting was, he was still a bit overconfident.

But what exactly was a poison vein?

"What is a poison vein?" Ding Huan asked.

Ji Xinting did not hide it:

"The so-called poison vein is not much different from the spiritual vein you took out; it just contains endless heaven and earth toxins within."

Ding Huan was thinking, could he take this poison vein back and then toss it at the place where Elder He was in closed-door cultivation?

It had to be said that Ji Xinting was an old fox. The moment Ding Huan hesitated, he understood what Ding Huan was thinking:

"Fellow Daoist Ding, if you want Hidden Jianshan, then you cannot touch this poison vein."

Ding Huan was speechless. This old thing not only knew what he was thinking now, but also knew he coveted Hidden Jianshan.

Trading with this kind of old thing—wouldn't he be sold out by him?

"I want the poisonous mist here. Do you have any way?" Ding Huan got straight to the point.

"Yes, I have an acquired spiritual treasure specifically for holding these things. I can give it to you to hold the poisonous mist. However, besides pulling out the Flying Smoke Sword, you also have to agree to one more thing from me."

Ji Xinting said without any hesitation.

Speaking of this, Ji Xinting seemed to worry that Ding Huan still feared the Flying Smoke Sword, and added another sentence:

"A Dao treasure like the Flying Smoke Sword recognizes its master. Being pinned here by the Flying Smoke Sword means the Flying Smoke Sword is unwilling to acknowledge me as its master.

And Fellow Daoist Ding, your great Dao is extremely powerful. Perhaps you can make the Flying Smoke Sword acknowledge you. As long as the Flying Smoke Sword acknowledges you, you can easily pull out the Flying Smoke Sword."