Chapter 238: 238. Chapter 235: Great Universe Art Advancement

238. Chapter 235: Great Universe Art Advancement

Ding Huan did not know his Blue Star Sect had nearly drawn the attention of a powerhouse from the Ascension Realm.

If Pang Xiangxiang merely pointed a finger at Blue Star Sect for seizing its resources by force, Qiao Sha could easily crush Blue Star Sect by sending just one True God Realm cultivator.

Unfortunately, Pang Xiangxiang spoke nothing but the truth, offering Qiao Sha not a single excuse.

Even though Yi Jiang seethed with rage, he could do nothing about it.

He not only failed to realize his dream of becoming Yanyue Sect Sect's leader, but his plan to take away Han Xiao from the Luoshen Palace was also completely ruined.

Qing Yu stared blankly at Pang Xiangxiang until Pang Xiangxiang finished speaking and sat down, at which point Qing Yu suddenly understood why Pang Xiangxiang had spoken up for Ding Huan.

In fact, if Pang Xiangxiang spoke neutrally, it amounted to helping Ding Huan.

Because Pang Xiangxiang also wanted to pledge allegiance to Ding Huan.

Should she step forward?

If she stepped forward to speak for the Shao Sect Master, would he spare her life and later help her achieve Foundation Establishment like Pang Xiangxiang?

Pang Xiangxiang did not know Qing Yu's thoughts; if she did, she could only stare in silence and tell Qing Yu:

"Back when I was dual-cultivating with Yi Wandao, Yi Wandao was a legitimate Shao Sect Master of a sect, and the sect's resources were abundant—he could get anything he wanted.

Yi Jiang is a drowned dog now, unsure even if he can return to Yanyue Sect. Do you expect him to spare your life and help you achieve Foundation Establishment?"

Unfortunately, Qing Yu could not grasp this truth; her ability to shift with the wind and win others' favor was merely petty cunning.

So she stood up:

"Two Sect Master Elders, this humble disciple was originally Guan Cui's personal maid and knows a little about this Ding Huan…"

…

Ding Huan now stood again at the outer edge of the Sword Storage Mountain; the toxic mist here seemed slightly thinner.

Ding Huan's divine sense swept into the Sword Storage Mountain, and he frowned—he saw no Ji Xinting.

Wasn't this guy supposed to be training here while guarding the Sword Storage Mountain for me? Where did he go?

Looks like this guy is unreliable.

Whatever. Ding Huan stopped caring about Ji Xinting. He went to the location of the Cosmic Vortex and reviewed every detail since he first created the Great Universe Art.

Then he pulled out the Starry Spirit Vein and laid it beneath him, slowly permeating his divine sense into the vast Cosmic Vortex while activating the Great Universe Art's Zhou Tian circulation.

When the hundred pathways of Zhou Tian merged with his divine sense and the Cosmic Vortex, Ding Huan faintly sensed one cosmic rule after another.

At that moment, Ding Huan's aura surged again; boundless spiritual energy was drawn in, fused with the spiritual energy of the Starry Spirit Vein beneath his feet, and absorbed by Ding Huan.

The twelve star mountains began to slowly rotate within his dantian, like twelve orbiting planets.

As Ding Huan's surrounding aura grew stronger, the rotation speed of the twelve star mountains increased.

The toxic mist of the Sword Storage Mountain surged wildly toward Ding Huan, forming a massive spiritual energy vortex around him.

Ding Huan faintly sensed the hundred-and-first pathway's Zhou Tian and unhesitatingly drove the surging spiritual energy to strike forward.

Boom!

A thunderclap flashed in the sky, startling Ding Huan so badly he nearly halted the Great Universe Art's Zhou Tian circulation.

Previously, it was precisely because he had comprehended the Great Universe Art that this thunderclap had nearly killed him.

Why has this thunderclap come again today?

Before Ding Huan could react, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

Ding Huan had no chance to dodge—it slammed into his shoulder.

Crack! Ding Huan clearly heard his bones shatter; one arm instantly lost all mobility.

Boom boom boom! More thunderclaps echoed in the sky; even before the sound reached him, three consecutive lightning bolts struck.

Ding Huan finally realized—he was undergoing Tribulation Crossing.

At this moment, how could he afford to delay? He summoned the Parting Spear, and countless spear shadows formed a shield of spears.

Ding Huan knew clearly: these spear shields would struggle to block this wave of lightning bolts.

Crack crack crack!

The spear shield shattered; several weakened lightning bolts struck Ding Huan without obstruction.

Even though the spear shield had weakened the lightning bolts, Ding Huan still shattered several more bones, his body reduced to a bloody pulp.

Ding Huan dared not think of anything else—if he failed to survive this Lei Jie today, he might be obliterated by lightning while advancing to the Star Realm.

At this moment, Ding Huan frantically circulated the Great Universe Art's Zhou Tian while separately opening a Zhou Tian solely for healing.

Once this separate healing Zhou Tian emerged, under the Great Universe Art's circulation, Ding Huan's body recovered at a skyrocketing rate.

When five more lightning bolts fell, Ding Huan's injuries were mostly healed.

Yet Ding Huan felt no relief—the lightning bolts were growing stronger; if he continued healing and resisting at this rate, being obliterated was not impossible.

There's a saying: haste makes waste. The more Ding Huan tried to accelerate his healing, the slower it became.

Boom boom boom!

Five consecutive lightning bolts fell, effortlessly tearing through Ding Huan's spear shield defense—even his Parting Spear nearly got blasted away.

Crack! Ding Huan's skull cracked; his flesh and blood were shredded, and even his bones were blasted out.

Sitting helplessly on the ground, Ding Huan's face was caked in blood, yet he still frantically circulated the Great Universe Art.

Either survive the Lei Jie or die by it—he had no other choice.

If he abandoned his attempt to reach the Star Realm and stopped circulating the Great Universe Art, he didn't know if he could avoid the lightning bolts, but he knew it would benefit him nothing.

Perhaps if he didn't circulate the Great Universe Art to advance to the Star Realm, the Lei Jie meant to kill him wouldn't stop immediately.

Even if the Lei Jie stopped, next time he attempted to reach the Star Realm, it would be as if he were merely cultivating the Small Universe Art.

The sky above was brewing the next wave of lightning bolts; beneath the even more terrifying roar, Ding Huan suspected this next wave would be even larger.

This was only the first wave of Lei Jie.

He had never experienced Lei Jie, but that didn't mean he hadn't heard of it.

He'd heard Lei Jie came in several waves—if the later ones were stronger, how would he survive them?

Boom—boom—boom!

The Lei Jie arcs did not pause just because Ding Huan hadn't decided how to block them; wave after wave fell without the slightest hesitation.

If this continued, he would surely die.

In desperation, Ding Huan reached out and grabbed the iron pot, holding it above his head.

Crack—crack—crack!

One after another, Lei Jie arcs slammed into the iron pot—and to Ding Huan's surprise, the pot blocked the Lei Jie arcs.

Immediately afterward, he sensed a vast surge of spiritual source.

Crack! Two arcs still slipped through, striking Ding Huan's body again, blasting two clouds of blood from his back, even revealing glimpses of his internal organs.

Ding Huan had no time to think—he frantically absorbed the vast spiritual source, and his aura surged upward rapidly.

A crack echoed—he felt his Star Mountain in the dantian begin to shatter.

But Ding Huan was not alarmed, for as the Star Mountain shattered, his cultivation level skyrocketed.

Boom—boom—boom—boom! As if sensing Ding Huan's use of the iron pot to block the arcs, sixteen Lei Jie arcs now descended.

Drawing on his first experience blocking Lei Jie with the pot, Ding Huan now swiftly moved the iron pot.

But this time, the arcs were twice as many; even with utmost caution, three arcs still struck Ding Huan's body again.

Ding Huan collapsed to the ground, sensing the Lei Jie still brewing overhead—he felt despair rising within him.

When the next wave of Lei Jie arcs came, he was dead.

At this moment, Ding Huan could only frantically activate the Great Cosmos Art—there was nothing else he could do.

The only advantage was that although the sixteen Lei Jie arcs had nearly paralyzed him, the dense, powerful spiritual energy accelerated the shattering of his Star Mountain.

While the sky still brewed its sixth wave of Lei Jie arcs, Ding Huan's Star Mountain fully shattered and coalesced into a single, vibrant star.

At the very moment this star formed, Ding Huan felt boundless vitality nourishing every part of his body.

His body, on the verge of collapse, healed eighty to ninety percent in an instant.

He had reached the Star Realm—he finally had a foothold in this world.

The sixth and seventh waves of Lei Jie arcs descended in succession.

Ding Huan, however, set the iron pot aside and seized his Parting Spear, thrusting it forward.

The sixteen Lei Jie arcs inflicted not a single wound—they were effortlessly torn apart by Ding Huan's Parting Spear.

Ding Huan had no time to marvel at his sudden power surge; he was stunned by the changes within his body and dantian.

According to past experience, he should now have opened his one hundred and first meridian Zhou Tian.

But the reality was that his Zhou Tian meridians were gradually vanishing.

Not only could he not find the one hundred and first meridian of the Great Cosmos Art's Zhou Tian—even the first hundred meridians he had already opened were fading away.

With each rotation of the Great Cosmos Art, one of his Zhou Tian meridians disappeared.

Ding Huan was terrified—if this continued, wouldn't his Great Cosmos Art be rendered useless?

Something even more shocking happened to Ding Huan.

His consciousness sea suddenly swelled, and the star in his dantian projected itself into his consciousness sea.

This projection was tangible; his consciousness sea had been utterly empty, and now this single star appeared—like infinite chaos slowly unfolding.

As the Great Cosmos Art continued to rotate, his Zhou Tian meridians vanished one by one, and around the star in his consciousness sea, more and more small stars formed.

When the last of the Zhou Tian meridians he had painstakingly sensed vanished, twelve small stars now orbited the star in his consciousness sea.

As Ding Huan pondered what was happening, the Lei Jie arcs fell again from the sky.

Three consecutive waves of Lei Jie arcs—forty-eight arcs in total—struck Ding Huan's body.

To Ding Huan's delight, after these three waves, the twelve small stars surrounding the great star in his consciousness sea grew even brighter and clearer.

Moreover, nine even smaller star particles now formed around each of those twelve small stars.

Ding Huan stared at the scene in his consciousness sea, dumbfounded.

In his consciousness sea, a colossal star rotated slowly, surrounded by twelve smaller stars.

Each of those twelve smaller stars was encircled by nine star particles.

This sight within his consciousness sea resembled a miniature galaxy.

The great star was a sun, the twelve smaller stars were planets, the one hundred and eight star particles were satellites…

It was as if his body had been returned to him, while his Dao had independently constructed an embryonic cosmos within his consciousness sea.

The star in his dantian still remained, but Ding Huan felt it now served more as a symbol—or perhaps as a reservoir for true origin energy.

This was the Great Cosmos Art advancing.