Chapter 270: 270. Chapter 267: Scattered as a Thousand Stars

270. Chapter 267: Scattered as a Thousand Stars

One after another new Zhou Tian was deduced by Ding Huan, and one after another original Zhou Tian method of the Great Cosmos Art was discarded by Ding Huan.

The Great Cosmos Art is not merely through meridians, but through the vast cosmic stars of meridians and the sea of consciousness forming Zhou Tian.

These Zhou Tian could be modified by Ding Huan at any moment; the meridians traversed by each Zhou Tian could be altered.

As Ding Huan continuously refined the Great Cosmos Art, the two mid-grade starry spirit veins beside him were steadily consumed.

At this moment, dense spirit clouds swirled around Ding Huan; as his Great Cosmos Art constantly shifted, the starry spirit veins rapidly dissolved.

After an unknown length of time, the final planet tightly bound to the main star in Ding Huan's sea of consciousness, propelled by the new Great Cosmos Art Zhou Tian, seemed ready to split away.

But the power was still insufficient; Ding Huan knew this could no longer be achieved by merely altering the Great Cosmos Art Zhou Tian.

This was formed before he modified the Great Cosmos Art Zhou Tian; now he must strengthen his Dao power.

At this moment, a destructive aura was detected by Ding Huan.

Boom—boom—boom!

Almost the instant Ding Huan sensed this aura, nine consecutive lightning arcs crashed down.

Ding Huan frantically channeled his refined Great Cosmos Art to form a Zhou Tian, aiming to split the final planet, while simultaneously throwing out two top-grade spirit veins.

Crack—crack—crack!

The Lei Jie arcs struck one after another; even the first wave of nine arcs shattered Ding Huan's bones.

Within Ding Huan's Great Cosmos Art Zhou Tian, there existed a cosmic Zhou Tian capable of restoring injured flesh.

Although Ding Huan knew that pulling out the iron pot was the best way to counter the Lei Jie arcs.

Yet Ding Huan acted as if unaware that the iron pot could solve the problem, accelerating the Great Cosmos Art even further.

He understood: the more Lei Jie arcs he resisted, the stronger his power would become.

Of course, the prerequisite was that he could survive them.

When the next wave of eighteen Lei Jie arcs descended, Ding Huan's injuries had already healed seven or eight out of ten.

At this moment, Ding Huan was immensely grateful he had never slacked off during his foundational training.

Had he slacked off and failed to fuse the injury-recovery genes, he would not have survived even the first wave of lightning arcs.

After these eighteen arcs struck Ding Huan, even his skull cracked open.

His clothing had long been torn into shreds, and his skin hung on him like rags, scorched by the lightning arcs.

As for his bones, not only were his hands and skull shattered, but even the bones of his back and legs fractured inch by inch.

Yet Ding Huan was not alarmed—he rejoiced; under this terrifying Lei Jie, the final planet, nailed outside the main star in his sea of consciousness, finally split away.

The instant this planetary star was split off, violent stellar power surged over him, and his sea of consciousness expanded once more wildly.

The star in his dantian storing true qi grew larger and denser, boundless true qi being sucked into the dantian star.

His fractured bones healed rapidly; his shattered skin recovered even faster.

The main star in his sea of consciousness shone brilliantly, and each of the twelve auxiliary stars was encircled by nine smaller stars.

His cosmic starry prototype had finally taken shape.

Boom—boom—boom!

The third wave of lightning arcs totaled twenty-seven.

After the twelfth planet split from the main star, Ding Huan would not pull out the iron pot again.

Each Lei Jie arc striking Ding Huan left only a few blood trails on his body.

Yet boundless Lei spirit sources were swept up by Ding Huan; these Lei spirit sources, combined with the spirit energy around him, caused his power to surge again.

The gushing true qi gathered in the dantian star surged like a great river; his spiritual sense grew denser and more profound.

Ding Huan's Great Cosmos Art Zhou Tian flowed ever more smoothly.

This filled Ding Huan with excitement—it was another advancement of his Great Cosmos Art.

As the fourth wave of twenty-seven Lei Jie arcs crashed down, the star systems in Ding Huan's sea of consciousness suddenly dispersed.

Ding Huan was not alarmed—he rejoiced; feeling the stars filling his entire sea of consciousness, he was overwhelmed with excitement.

As the Great Cosmos Art cycled again, the stars scattered throughout his sea of consciousness easily reassembled, forming a cosmic prototype of one main star and twelve star systems.

Indeed:

'Gathered, it becomes one cosmos; scattered, it becomes a thousand stars.'

This was the Great Cosmos Art he needed; this was the sea of consciousness cosmos he could control.

A shower of spirit rain suddenly appeared, instantly stabilizing Ding Huan's cultivation.

Ding Huan rose with a long howl; he no longer needed to continue training—he had shattered the Star Realm and stepped into a new realm, Star Transformation.

It took fully half a censer's time before Ding Huan calmed down from his excitement.

He looked at his starry spirit veins.

The two mid-grade starry spirit veins were reduced to just a few zhang.

The two top-grade spirit veins were also halved.

What had just been consumed was not merely the spirit energy needed for Ding Huan's advancement to Star Transformation, but even more so for the Great Cosmos Art's further advancement.

He did not need to train for a while; now he must go out to seek resources.

There were many starry spirit veins here—he could not afford to miss them.

Ding Huan pulled out his communication pearl and discovered that Hu Wuxin had sent him a message; both were waiting outside for him.

Ding Huan collected all the excess spirit veins and ascended the steps.

This time, he did not even need to look closely; a casual glance revealed the clear void steps.

His Great Wilderness Eye had finally taken shape—it would grant him immense aid.

"Old Hu, it's been nearly a month—I'm growing more uneasy. Let's leave." Mo Zheng said, somewhat worried.

Hu Wuxin sighed. Although he knew there was no point in continuing to wait, he still said:

"Let's wait one more day. If Ding Huan doesn't come after one day, we leave immediately. Otherwise we'll definitely be unable to escape the pursuit of those three fellows."

"Old Hu, which three people are pursuing you?" Ding Huan's voice arrived just in time.

Both Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng turned their heads in pleasant surprise. They saw that Ding Huan had appeared behind them at some unknown time.

"Ding Huan, your strength is getting stronger and stronger. How did you get here just now? We didn't sense a thing." Mo Zheng said excitedly.

Ding Huan smiled:

"A bit of luck, my strength rose by one level. Just now you said someone wants to pursue you—who is it? Did you rob their nest?"

Mo Zheng said urgently:

"Old Hu and I discovered two top-grade spirit veins and an iron drum. We took the spirit veins. We originally planned to dig out that iron drum and give it to you.

We didn't expect three fellows to show up at that moment. Their strength was very strong. We didn't have time to take the iron drum, so we hurriedly teleported here."

"Was it two men and one woman? All of True God realm cultivation?" Ding Huan asked.

"How did you know?" Hu Wuxin asked in surprise.

Even Mo Zheng looked at Ding Huan in disbelief—they hadn't yet mentioned who the people pursuing them were.

Ding Huan said speechlessly:

"I saw it."

"You've got guts, actually staying here without leaving and waiting for us. I, Fan Lecang, seeing how gutsy you are, have decided to spare your dog lives."

A cold sweat broke out on Hu Wuxin's back. He had still been planning to continue waiting for one day—who would have thought these people would catch up so quickly.

Ding Huan saw that the one speaking was a chubby fellow with a baby's face.

Coming with this fellow were one man and one woman. They looked like a perfect couple. The man was handsome and dashing, the woman was extremely beautiful, truly as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Strangely, all three of these fellows carried a blade on their backs.

This had the same effect as him carrying an iron pot on his back.

It was just that he carried the iron pot because his iron pot couldn't fit into his ring.

These three people carrying blades on their backs—was it purely for showing off?

But now that he had broken through to the Star Variation realm, after dealing with these three fellows, he would also need to find a place to go into closed-door cultivation to refine that iron pot.

Right now his Sea of Consciousness universe was entirely under his control—his own world was under his own command.

At this realm level, refining a pot shouldn't be a problem in theory.

"Ding Huan, if I'm not mistaken, these three fellows should be among the top ten True Gods of the Flying Ascension Realm. They all come from the Tiandao Sect."

Hu Wuxin said in a grave tone.

He and Mo Zheng were definitely no match for these people, so they had long since taken their stand behind Ding Huan.

The three stopped in front of Ding Huan's group. Apart from the initial provocation from that fatty, the other man and woman said nothing, instead sizing up Ding Huan.

Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng were clearly not at True God realm, so they didn't take them seriously at all.

With their strength, any one of them dealing with Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng together would be effortless.

As for Ding Huan, they felt they actually couldn't see through his strength.

On the surface, Ding Huan's strength seemed not even as good as Foundation Establishment.

They were sure this was absolutely impossible. Looking more carefully, Ding Huan seemed like a vast universe—immeasurably deep.

This made the three hesitate to act for the moment.

Ding Huan also didn't make a move. This was his territory. To dare make a move here—even if these three True God realm cultivators did, even if a Human Immortal came, they'd have to coil up.

This place was the Level Seven Trapping and Killing Array he had set up. True God realm counts for nothing.

"Gu Lianghui, Luo Xianzi, and Fan Lecang of the Tiandao Sect greet you, Daoist friend. May I ask how this Daoist friend is addressed?"

Gu Lianghui, unable to sense Ding Huan's strength for the moment, took the initiative to cup his fist and say a word.

The impression he gave on the surface was extremely arrogant—but that also depended on the person.

If facing people like Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng, that bit of arrogance from before was nothing at all.

In his eyes, there were only two kinds of people: those stronger than him, and ants.

Hu Wuxin and Mo Zheng were the ant existences in his eyes.

"Ding Huan." Ding Huan said calmly, without taking the initiative to attack.

"Your two friends here took my top-grade spirit veins. Have them hand over the goods, and we'll leave."

Gu Lianghui, sensing Ding Huan's cold attitude, also grew cold in his tone.

They truly couldn't see through Ding Huan's strength—so what?

As long as Ding Huan wasn't a Human Immortal, they had the ability to take him for certain.

Even if Ding Huan truly were a Human Immortal, the three of them together wouldn't be afraid.

The top ten True Gods of the Flying Ascension Realm weren't just talk.

Human Immortals who had died at their hands weren't just one or two.