Chapter 266: 266. Chapter 263: Breaking Out of the Fourfold Heaven Canyon

266. Chapter 263: Breaking Out of the Fourfold Heaven Canyon

Not long after Ding Huan left, the rooster's-nest-haired man from before once again arrived at the edge of this seabed green crystal river.

He stared blankly at the seabed green crystal, a large section of which was now missing, and remained dazed for several breaths.

Once he came back to his senses, his first reaction was to throw himself at the spot where Ding Huan had dug out the starry sky spirit vein, reach out and touch it, then put his finger in his mouth and lick it.

"Goodness, I really couldn't tell." A glint of excitement flashed in the rooster's-nest-haired man's eyes, and he charged straight toward the direction where Ding Huan had vanished.

However, after only a few steps, he seemed to remember something, returned once more to the green crystal riverbank, then pulled out a magic treasure and slammed it down.

Sure enough, the previously hard green crystal riverbed was blasted open with a breach this time.

"Haha, finding that kid isn't urgent. There are still several dozen zhang of seabed green crystal here; I'll collect it first." The rooster's-nest-haired man let out a hearty laugh, and the magic treasure in his hand fell even faster.

Ding Huan, however, came to a stop. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng.

Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng looked rather wretched—both their legs were broken, and the two of them were as thin as bamboo poles, skin and bones.

Both were healing their injuries on the spot, but their divine sense was likely gone, making the circulation of their arts extremely difficult.

Every cycle of the Zhou Tian was as agonizing as eating shit, so although the two were healing, there was actually little difference from not healing at all.

As for the rings and packs on their bodies, everything was gone.

Ding Huan estimated that if he hadn't come, these two probably wouldn't have lasted another month.

"Old Hu, Old Mo, how did you end up looking like this?" Ding Huan asked in surprise, looking at the two before him.

Only then did Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng notice Ding Huan. Delight flashed in their eyes, but they soon stared in surprise at Ding Huan's legs.

Ding Huan's legs were fine?

"Oh? Where did this kid come from? So young, and already a Human Immortal?"

A hoarse voice rang out, and Ding Huan saw a wrinkled old crone.

The moment Ding Huan laid eyes on this old crone, he felt a chilling aura shoot straight up to the crown of his head—this was a powerhouse, far stronger than him.

"He's no Human Immortal, he just used some tricks to keep his legs from breaking."

A man with a face full of pockmarks and flesh walked over from afar.

"How would you know that?" The wrinkled old crone looked at the man in surprise.

The man said:

"I saw it through a monitoring array. He refined a buffering magic treasure that can borrow the aura in the air—I'd say he's a pretty clever kid. I estimate his cultivation is at most around the Void God Realm."

"I thought he could use divine sense. Heh, I overestimated this kid."

The wrinkled old crone let out a laugh and walked toward Ding Huan.

Ding Huan instinctively retreated several steps, and before he realized it, he was already standing with his back to where Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng were.

"Hand over the ring." The old crone finished speaking and slapped straight at Ding Huan.

Even though this old crone's strength was suppressed to less than one percent, and her divine sense to less than one-thousandth, Ding Huan simply couldn't dodge the slap.

He punched out with all his might.

"Crack!" Ding Huan's arm broke without the slightest surprise, and Ding Huan himself was sent flying, landing right beside Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng.

Although Ding Huan had intended to borrow the force of the strike, from this exchange he knew that if they really fought, he would be killed by this old crone in less than half an incense stick's time.

This old woman's strength was estimated to be only one-tenth remaining, yet she was still this formidable.

Hu Wuxin sighed:

"Ding Huan, it's useless. Here, anyone below Human Immortal can't extend their divine sense, and besides, there are powerhouses here as common as cattle—any random one is an Earth Immortal powerhouse."

"Oh? Not even spitting a mouthful of blood?" The old crone saw Ding Huan completely unharmed and let out a surprised exclamation.

In her eyes, Ding Huan's broken arm didn't even count as an injury.

And indeed it was so—Ding Huan's broken arm healed completely in a single breath.

Just as she was about to step forward and grab Ding Huan by the neck, she suddenly saw Ding Huan raise his hand and toss out a dozen or so talismans.

Bursts of explosion sounds rang out as violent auras blasted apart.

Both the wrinkled old crone and the pockmarked man who had just arrived were startled and instinctively retreated.

If they were at full strength, they wouldn't have cared at all.

But now both of their strength was severely discounted, so they had to be on guard.

Moreover, once injured in this place, one would be living with one's head in one's hands.

Ding Huan, however, leapt up at this moment. He grabbed one in each hand, already clutching Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng, and then another dozen or so restriction-breaking talismans were deployed.

The instant a breach was torn open in the spatial restriction, Ding Huan stepped onto the Farewell Spear and shot upward.

"This little beast, he really can extend his divine sense…"

When the wrinkled old crone realized that what Ding Huan had thrown out were merely explosion talismans with no offensive capability, she couldn't help cursing.

Only a Bai Chi would spend spirit stones to buy this grade of explosion talisman, and only a Bai Chi would refine this kind of talisman.

This was a complete waste of materials and spirit stones.

The only use of an explosion talisman like the one Ding Huan threw out was to give someone a fright.

Because this kind of talisman could blast out a tremendous noise, then create a false sense of spatial turbulence, and even give one a false sense of collapse.

In reality, this kind of talisman had not the slightest offensive capability.

Even standing still on the spot, at most one would only suffer some superficial flesh wounds.

For an Earth Immortal Realm powerhouse, how could superficial flesh wounds count as injuries?

"That he has divine sense is indeed unexpected, but he won't get away. If even he could get away, we would have gotten out long ago."

The pockmarked man said dismissively.

He too had lost face—he had likewise been given a great fright by Ding Huan's explosion talisman just now.

The old woman with pigeon skin didn't refute the muscular man's words.

She knew that once you entered, there was absolutely no way out.

Besides the dozens of zhang near the canyon's bottom, where artificial anti-flight and suppression seals had been arranged, along with various attack and surveillance arrays, every other area was filled with natural anti-flight seals and death-trap seals.

As soon as you fell into this canyon, your spiritual sense would naturally be suppressed.

Even Immortal Realm cultivators had spiritual sense only at the Foundation Establishment level; those with stronger cultivation could barely reach the True Pill realm.

Reaching the spiritual strength of the Primordial Soul realm was virtually impossible.

Even the spiritual strength of the True Pill realm, trying to break through these anti-flight seals and escape the canyon, was like dreaming.

Because the higher you went, the more terrifying the spiritual sense consumption became.

This was only dealing with anti-flight seals; within the canyon, there were also natural suppression seals, binding seals, and more.

Every single one of these seals consumed spiritual sense extremely heavily.

Once spiritual sense was depleted to a certain point, you would fall straight down and die.

Countless cultivators had been crushed to death in this canyon, most of them stronger than Human Immortals.

"Ding Huan, it's useless. Once you enter here, you can't get out—you don't know how deep this place is.

Myself and Mo Zheng personally saw someone try to climb up, and after a full day, they fell back down and died."

Hu Wuxin was deeply grateful Ding Huan had saved them, but he knew clearly Ding Huan could never ascend.

Ding Huan didn't answer Hu Wuxin's words; as the Parting Spear slowed, he pulled out two more Break-Seal Talismans and threw them out.

At the same time, he launched three Defense Talismans to shield his surroundings.

Others couldn't escape, but that didn't mean he couldn't.

What he worried about now wasn't the anti-flight seals, but someone controlling the surrounding attack arrays to strike him.

Once he broke through a hundred zhang, he wouldn't need to worry anymore.

Based on his observations when he fell down, everything above a hundred zhang was entirely natural seals, with no artificial arrangements.

For these natural attack seals, he only needed Defense Talismans—he had plenty of talismans anyway.

This also showed that the powerful ones at the canyon bottom couldn't break past the hundred-zhang mark, so all their attack seals were placed within the hundred-zhang range near the bottom.

"We've been here over half a year, healing in that same spot. They say only when our broken legs recover can we enter the residential zone for cultivators in the Fourth Heaven Canyon."

"But we don't even have Spirit Stones—our rings were taken too—how can our injuries heal?" Mo Zheng sighed inwardly.

He suddenly thought it might not be so bad if Ding Huan had taken them away and they'd fallen to their deaths.

After all, staying put meant death anyway.

"They didn't take your ring, but you still couldn't retrieve any pills. Ding Huan's backpack trick actually worked—too bad our backpacks were stolen by these shameless bastards."

"Immortals? Pfft!"

Hu Wuxin sighed.

But Ding Huan suddenly accelerated—he broke past the hundred-zhang range, and above that, he no longer needed to worry.

One after another, Ding Huan activated talismans.

Speed Talismans, Break-Seal Talismans, Defense Talismans…

Even Hu Wuxin began to doubt whether Ding Huan could truly carry them out of the Fourth Heaven Canyon.

Ding Huan's talismans seemed endless; every time Hu Wuxin thought Ding Huan had run out of Break-Seal Talismans, Ding Huan pulled out another to briefly shatter the space seals.

Why couldn't most people climb the Fourth Heaven Canyon? Wasn't it because ascending continuously consumed spiritual sense?

In most cases, they only realized how far they still had to go once their spiritual sense was completely drained.

In the end, they could only fall and die.

Ding Huan was different—his countless talismans consumed almost no spiritual sense at all.

Maybe he really could make it out.

In fact, Ding Huan estimated that even without Break-Seal Talismans, he could still escape the Fourth Heaven Canyon.

He hadn't even used the surging starlight true qi in his dantian; his mind sea's star system still rotated continuously. Though suppressed, his spiritual sense kept replenishing endlessly.

But for Ding Huan, these Break-Seal Talismans were utterly useless—if he could use them here, why waste them?

As Ding Huan climbed higher, Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng stopped speaking, both staring in excitement at the Parting Spear beneath Ding Huan's feet.

What if? What if Ding Huan carried them up—wouldn't that mean they'd just saved their lives?

A day later, Hu Wuxin could even feel his own excited heartbeat.

Not just Hu Wuxin—Mo Zheng was excited too.

Their spiritual sense had begun to return, just a little—but that little meant they were about to escape the canyon.

Because within the Fourth Sea, they had faint spiritual sense.

Ding Huan suddenly accelerated; less than a stick of incense later, his Parting Spear burst out of the canyon and landed on the dry seabed.

"Ding Huan, am I dreaming? We really made it out?" Mo Zheng's voice trembled with excitement.

Hu Wuxin also shook, unable to believe it—so many Human Immortals and Earth Immortals were trapped in the Fourth Heaven Canyon, yet they had been rescued by Ding Huan.

Ding Huan exhaled, pulled out two rings, and handed them to the two:

"We're out—for now. Let's talk once we leave this sea. These rings contain some Spirit Stones and basic resources—use them to heal first."

"Thank you, thank you…" Hu Wuxin clenched his fists tightly.

Joining forces with Ding Huan was the best decision he'd ever made—if not, he'd have died in the Fourth Sea even without being betrayed.

With pills and Spirit Stones, and since both Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng were Void Spirit cultivators, they regained mobility in just one day.