Chapter 265: 265. Chapter 262: Seabed Azure Crystal (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader Book Friend 141001131226291)

265. Chapter 262: Seabed Azure Crystal (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader Book Friend 141001131226291)

One day later, Ding Huan tied the parachute to the outside of his pack. He did not summon his Farewell Spear, nor did he summon any flying magic treasure.

Instead, he carefully made his way down along the canyon wall, rock-climbing style.

Ding Huan was certain—there was someone in this canyon.

What he could not be sure of was how strong that person's cultivation was. Whether it was one person, or many.

Therefore, the fact that he could extend his divine sense here absolutely could not be leaked.

This counted as his trump card.

Although he was climbing down along the edge of the canyon, Ding Huan's speed was very fast.

The depth of this canyon clearly exceeded Ding Huan's expectations.

Ding Huan wasn't just climbing down—he checked his surroundings carefully as he descended, and his divine sense also lingered within a few meters around him.

The moment there was any problem, his divine sense would immediately retract.

Ding Huan really did discover a problem—this place was filled with all sorts of prohibitions.

Trap-kill prohibitions, attack prohibitions, and worst of all, a pile of flight-prohibition prohibitions.

These prohibitions bore no trace of human activity, which meant they were likely naturally formed prohibitions.

Natural prohibitions rarely form attack or trap-kill types, but in a place like this it was perfectly normal.

This was a killing battlefield, saturated everywhere with killing intent.

After countless years of accumulation and evolution, these killing intents fused with the scattered Dao rhymes of dead cultivators—forming this kind of natural trap-kill prohibition wasn't impossible.

Apart from these flight-prohibition prohibitions, Ding Huan vaguely sensed that the spatial rules here also seemed to have faults.

In other words, even if he activated a teleportation talisman here, he wouldn't be able to teleport out.

This discovery made Ding Huan even more cautious.

The canyon seemed to have no bottom—at his current speed, he had been climbing down for three days and still hadn't reached the ground.

Just as Ding Huan was preparing to extend his divine sense a bit farther to carefully probe his surroundings, a sudden massive force swept over and flung him straight off the cliff face.

Ding Huan did not extend his divine sense to steady himself at the first instant—instead, he opened his parachute.

During the rapid descent, he only slowly extended his divine sense; the moment he felt his divine sense could extend, he retracted it once again.

He could be certain that being suddenly swept down by a force just now was no accident—someone was very likely scheming against him.

At this moment he needed to hide his strength even more.

During the rapid descent, Ding Huan struggled to open his eyes and look around.

Soon he spotted something off—various array patterns were carved along the edge of this cliff face, including not only attack array patterns but also surveillance array patterns and flight-prohibition array patterns.

Unlike the various prohibitions he had seen when first coming down, everything he had seen before was naturally formed.

But here, every single one was a prohibition laid down by human hands.

Sure enough, someone was playing tricks.

The parachute was already open now, and this seabed canyon was actually not pitch dark—a hazy grey light still let him make out some things.

A few minutes later, Ding Huan saw the ground.

"Eh." A startled exclamation came, and Ding Huan's gaze landed on the strange fellow.

It was a man with a head of tangled hair and a beard like a chicken's nest, staring at him in astonishment, seemingly marveling at how a person could come up with such an idea.

"Thud!" Ding Huan landed on the ground, and was immediately stunned by the scene before him.

A Qinghe stretching thousands of zhang appeared before him.

More precisely, it was a river composed of seabed azure crystal.

Deep-sea azure crystal was also a rare material, because it too was a Grade Nine material.

This material had an extremely wide range of uses—not only could it be used to refine magic treasures, it could also refine array flags, talismans, and a whole series of treasures.

In the cultivation world, this stuff was priced at a premium and didn't appear often.

The main reason was that deep-sea azure crystal was extremely hard to form—it required endless years, plus the fusion of star-sky essence, under specific conditions, before it could form.

If the age wasn't sufficient, it could only be counted as seabed azure stone. Seabed azure stone was worth far less than seabed azure crystal.

Such a hard-to-form thing, yet a whole river of seabed azure crystal had appeared here—this was practically a wanton waste of heaven's gifts.

Having encountered such a thing, how could Ding Huan let it go? He rushed over without hesitation, ready to dig up the deep-sea azure crystal.

The wild-haired man in the distance saw Ding Huan's action, let out a heh-heh laugh, and did not stop him.

"Crack!" Ding Huan's Farewell Spear slammed into the seabed azure crystal, only leaving a few white scratches, and Ding Huan frowned.

No wonder no one had taken this stuff away from here—turns out it couldn't be taken.

"Little thing, don't waste your time. Later get ready—hand over your ring and pack, and remember to keep your mouth sweet, maybe you can scrounge a dog kennel to live in."

The wild-haired man finally offered a word of advice.

Ding Huan sized up the wild-haired man for a while, then asked:

"How long have you been here?"

"How long?" The wild-haired man echoed, then rubbed his hair as if carefully considering Ding Huan's question.

After a good while, he shook his head:

"Not too clear—maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand."

Ding Huan said speechlessly:

"I say, Fellow Daoist, even if you'd cultivated to Earth Immortal Perfection, you couldn't live ten thousand years, right? Could you not brag?"

The wild-haired man glared at Ding Huan in displeasure: "Believe it or not, I can't be bothered with you."

Having said that, he really turned and walked away.

Ding Huan didn't mind—he was certain the person living here wasn't just this one in front of him.

Because that shaggy-haired fellow had said to have him ready to hand over the ring and backpack.

Handing over the ring and backpack wasn't urgent; what attracted him most right now was this seabed blue crystal river.

The formation of this blue crystal river was definitely no accident.

One key factor in the formation of the blue crystal river was that there had to be a starry sky spiritual vein here.

The fact that a seabed blue crystal river of this quality had formed showed that the grade of this starry sky spiritual vein was not low.

Ding Huan decided to gather as much of this seabed blue crystal as possible — however much he could take, he would take.

Once he took all this seabed blue crystal away, perhaps the starry sky spiritual vein below would be revealed.

It didn't matter that the Parting Spear couldn't blast it open; he still had better treasures, he just hadn't taken them out to use.

That would be the immortal sword Flying Mist.

He didn't cultivate the sword Dao, so the Flying Mist Sword had stayed on his person, and he had never refined it.

Since he needed to use it now, Ding Huan very decisively took out the Flying Mist Sword and began refining it.

Ding Huan remembered that the reason Ji Xinting had been pinned to Sword Burial Mountain by the Flying Mist Sword was that he had tried to refine the Flying Mist Sword to enslave it, and ended up pinned by the Flying Mist Sword instead.

But when he had first put away the Flying Mist Sword, the Flying Mist Sword had actively accepted him.

If even so the Flying Mist Sword couldn't be refined, then having it would be useless.

As for the Flying Mist Sword wanting to pin him down — that was absolutely impossible.

He was different from Ji Xinting.

Ji Xinting cultivated the Primordial Spirit; he cultivated the universe.

His Great Universe Art had no divine soul to begin with — in other words, he had no Primordial Spirit.

As long as his consciousness sea remained, or even as long as his awareness remained, he was still alive.

This was different from ordinary cultivators; the usual meaning of divine soul annihilation referred to ordinary cultivators.

To destroy an ordinary cultivator, the basis was destroying the opponent's Primordial Spirit.

He cultivated the divine soul, but not for the Primordial Spirit — he cultivated it for the consciousness sea. So no one could make him suffer divine soul annihilation.

The moment Ding Huan's divine sense seeped into the Flying Mist Sword, he felt an intimate, joyful clear chime.

Ding Huan immediately understood — as it turned out, the Flying Mist Sword had been waiting all along for him to refine it; he just had never refined it.

Perhaps if he waited a while longer, the Flying Mist Sword would get annoyed and leave him again.

The Flying Mist Sword had some autonomous awareness; when Ding Huan refined the Flying Mist Sword's restrictions, it was extremely easy.

In just a dozen or so breaths, Ding Huan had refined the first layer of restrictions.

And the subsequent refining was even easier — in less than five minutes, Ding Huan had completely refined the Flying Mist Sword, a total of one hundred and eight restrictions.

Ding Huan understood that this wasn't because the Flying Mist Sword was really this easy to refine, but because the Flying Mist Sword was cooperating with his refining.

In fact, even if he didn't refine the Flying Mist Sword, he could still use most of the Flying Mist Sword's power.

Otherwise, even the first restriction might have taken him months to refine.

After refining the Flying Mist Sword, even though Ding Huan didn't use swords, he could still feel the Flying Mist Sword's power.

He looked around; no one was nearby — even that shaggy-haired fellow who had spoken to him earlier had vanished.

He could make his move.

Ding Huan summoned the Flying Mist Sword, aimed at the edge of the seabed blue crystal, and sliced down with one sword.

"Crack!" There was still resistance, but the Flying Mist Sword was far more powerful than the Parting Spear.

A single sword cut open a half-chi gap.

When Ding Huan brought the sword down a second time, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the second sword was easier than the first.

The second sword cut open a one-chi range.

If the third sword was even easier, then taking this seabed blue crystal river away didn't seem like a difficult task.

Sure enough, when the third sword came down, Ding Huan directly cut open nearly a meter in length.

The hardest part of breaking open this seabed blue crystal was the first gap.

In less than half a shichen, Ding Huan had collected a hundred zhang of seabed blue crystal.

After that, Ding Huan's speed grew faster and faster; two shichen passed, and he had already collected close to a thousand zhang of seabed blue crystal.

An even more exciting scene appeared for Ding Huan — after he collected the seabed blue crystal, what appeared at the very bottom were two upper-grade starry sky spiritual veins.

He hadn't guessed wrong; the reason the seabed blue crystal had formed was precisely because of these two upper-grade starry sky spiritual veins.

Ding Huan's hands didn't slow down — in just a few breaths, he swept away these two upper-grade starry sky spiritual veins.

Cultivating with starry sky spiritual veins required a pair to be more effective.

After collecting the two upper-grade starry sky spiritual veins, Ding Huan prepared to continue gathering the seabed blue crystal further along, only to find that the seabed blue crystal further on was still in the process of growing and lacked sufficient age.

This couldn't be counted as seabed blue crystal — it could only be considered seabed blue stone.

The value of seabed blue stone was greatly reduced; Ding Huan had little interest in seabed blue stone.

Quit while he was ahead — Ding Huan collected the seabed blue crystal and quickly distanced himself from this blue crystal river.

The people in this canyon had definitely had their eyes on this blue crystal river long ago; his divine sense was powerful, and here his divine sense was still not weak.

Combined with the Flying Mist immortal sword and his array Dao assistance, he had been able to succeed.

Even if others coveted it, they probably wouldn't have the ability to take the seabed blue crystal here.