Chapter 346: The Ten Thousand Worlds Guild Is Gone

After this great battle, Wubian City fell utterly silent.

It was two full hours before Ding Huan opened his eyes. Though his limbs were intact, he was even more wretched than if they had been severed.

At this moment, he looked as if he had just endured the punishment of live flaying.

His flesh and muscle hung in chunks or had been completely scraped away; his hands and feet were nearly all chopped into segments, and not only his chest and back, but even his skull was exposed.

This was him—anyone else under such horrific injuries would surely be dead; only those with good fortune might survive with their Primordial Spirit intact.

For Ding Huan, as long as he still drew one breath, no matter how severe his injuries, he could recover.

Ding Huan mustered his spiritual sense with difficulty, discarded all his clothing, swallowed three more drops of a billion-year sea marrow, and sat in the center of the square to activate the Great Cosmos Art.

Even with the aid of the billion-year sea marrow, Ding Huan took three full days before his flesh gradually restored; as his body recovered, his strength slowly returned as well.

Ding Huan stood up, cast a Dust-Removing Spell on himself, and changed into a new set of clothes.

Though the wounds on his body remained horrifying—with dozens of places still exposing bare bone—he knew he would be fully restored in just a few more days.

Ding Huan gazed at the man still sitting slumped in the void.

If not for this fellow, he would never have suffered injuries so critical.

In fact, before he targeted the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild, he had already performed a calculation.

In Wubian City, he had expected only minor injuries.

Is this what he called a minor injury?

No—it was his Great Calculation Art that had failed to foresee this fellow.

Ding Huan gestured with his hand, and the man seated in the void tumbled down.

Ding Huan scrutinized him closely—how could his Great Calculation Art possibly have missed this man? What was this fellow's origin?

But this man was already dead.

That still raised questions—how could a man his Great Calculation Art couldn't foresee be slain by his own Poison Dao Dao-Principle and a few drumbeats?

Yes—his own drum.

Ding Huan's attention immediately fixed on the massive iron drum.

He had subjugated three layers of seals on the drum; only now did he learn its name—it was called Mu Drum.

As he touched the iron drum lying beside him, Ding Huan couldn't help but sigh: "Thank you. If not for you, I would have died today."

Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Ding Huan felt no emotion.

If he had lost, there would be one more corpse here—his own—that was all.

Gazing at the towering headquarters of the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild in the distance, Ding Huan punched downward.

All surrounding merchant towers and shops had been reduced to dust during the earlier battle; only the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild headquarters, shielded by a formation, remained unshattered.

This towering symbol of the first power on Biankui Star Continent crumbled into powder beneath Ding Huan's punch.

Yet Ding Huan's spiritual sense detected an underground prison; he was startled, planted dozens of formation flags, and immediately lifted the prison upward.

Inside the prison, he saw Senior Ji Gu and Cang Yongqian.

Both had been poisoned—so severely, they might as well be dead.

But Ding Huan was here; he instantly saw their Primordial Spirits still held life.

Ding Huan immediately constructed a Great Cosmos Art-based Zhou Tian to neutralize poison, effortlessly purging the Poison Dao Dao-Principle from their bodies.

Simultaneously, he activated the formation to draw away all Poison Dao Dao-Principle from Wubian City.

Soon after, Senior Ji Gu and Cang Yongqian awoke one after another.

With the restrictions inside them removed by Ding Huan, they both leapt to their feet the moment they awoke.

Then they stared in shock at the sea of corpses, and only then did they see Ding Huan.

"Lord Ding?" Senior Ji Gu cried out in delight.

"Lord Ding, did you come to save us?" Cang Yongqian also realized—other than Ding Huan, who else could have freed them?

Ding Huan nodded: "I received Dan Beishu's message—it was many years ago. Anyone who dares kill my friends, I will wipe out their entire guild."

Senior Ji Gu widened her eyes: "Lord Ding, you alone destroyed the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild?"

"No need to ask—just look at the bodies on the ground. That fellow there isn't Elder Ku? Ji Xuwén died at his hands." Cang Yongqian recognized the dead Elder Ku at once.

"I'll collect the rings first. Senior Ji Gu, tell me exactly what happened."

As Ding Huan spoke, he swept his hand—and dozens of thousands of rings landed in his grasp.

The cultivators he killed in Wubian City were no fewer than those Ga Baihe had slain on Jiuyuan Star.

Some were surely innocent, but he gave them an incense stick's time to leave; if they chose to stay, they had no right to complain.

Senior Ji Gu finally snapped out of her shock—Ding Huan's spiritual sense was so powerful he unsealed the rings of Shangguan Yanzhong, Elder Ku, and Yi Canzhen in the shortest time.

These three men's rings were each uniquely distinctive: Shangguan Yanzhong's contained nothing but the most precious treasures.

Yi Canzhen's ring was filled with a dazzling array of items of varying quality.

His spiritual stones and spiritual veins outnumbered even those in Shangguan Yanzhong's ring.

In Elder Ku's ring, Ding Huan found Senior Ji Gu's and Cang Yongqian's rings; he handed them over and said: "Check if anything's missing."

"Thank you, Lord Ding!" Cang Yongqian and Senior Ji Gu had never expected their rings to be recovered; they cried out in gratitude.

At Elder Ku's realm, cultivators rarely bothered to organize their rings—medicines, techniques, spiritual stones, all were left in disarray.

Only treasures of the caliber of Nine-Colored Immortal Lotus or Immortal Quan Flower were worth their attention. So neither Senior Ji Gu nor Cang Yongqian had anything missing from their rings.

Ding Huan waved his hand: "We're brothers—we help each other. No need for thanks."

"Also, I've taken only a fraction of these rings—collect the rest yourselves. Keep whatever you gather; I'll go examine this fellow."

As Ding Huan spoke, he walked over to the man who had ambushed him.

The fellow looked ordinary, but Ding Huan's gaze fell on his robe and knew this man was no mere cultivator.

This robe was undoubtedly a top-tier treasure.

Ding Huan beckoned with his hand, and a needle so fine it was nearly invisible landed in his palm.

Though the needle was as thin as it could possibly be, it contained an extreme aura of death within it.

Ding Huan had dodged the needle's first strike, which was equivalent to neutralizing the strongest wave of killing intent the needle carried.

Even so, before the needle had fully sunk into his body on the second strike, he had been pinned unconscious for two hours.

Without the Grand Cosmos Art, without the Hundred-Million-Year Sea Marrow, would he still have been able to survive?

The answer was certain — he would not have.

His divine sense lingered on the needle, studying it for a long while, yet he still couldn't figure out anything conclusive.

Carefully sealing the fine needle and tossing it into the iron pot space, Ding Huan once again grabbed the fellow's ring in his hand.

His divine sense swept inside, and Ding Huan discovered that he actually couldn't break the ring open.

This…

Ding Huan immediately frowned.

That couldn't be — with his nearly ninth-grade array dao attainments, plus his powerful divine sense, tearing open the restrictions on a dead cultivator's ring shouldn't have cost him any effort at all.

It was absolutely abnormal.

Ding Huan's gaze fell once more on the fellow's body; this person was indeed dead.

Moreover, Ding Huan was certain this fellow hadn't been hiding up in the void above the Myriad Worlds Plaza in advance.

This fellow had been here long ago — in fact, the time this fellow had existed here was even longer than the time the Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild Plaza had appeared.

Ding Huan was clear: if this fellow hadn't taken the initiative to come out and ambush him earlier, letting him sense the threat of death, he wouldn't have been able to detect the other party at all.

Still, though this fellow's void-concealment method was strong, it couldn't block the invasion of the poison dao laws. Because he'd been poisoned, he had no choice but to come out.

Ding Huan put the ring away, deciding to wait until he had free time to slowly grind away the ring's restrictions.

Then a ball of flame landed on the fellow's body, and what shocked Ding Huan even more was that even his Grand Void couldn't instantly burn the fellow's physical body away.

After fully waiting the time it takes for an incense stick to burn down, by which point Senior Ji Gu and Cang Yongqian had both finished collecting all the rings, the fellow's physical body had only just barely been burned away.

Seeing Ding Huan burning a corpse, the two of them also piled up all the slain cultivators together and burned them all to ash with a single ball of flame.

Half a day later, Ding Huan directly released the killing-restriction array of Boundless City.

Outside Boundless City, at least several million more people were still waiting here.

When they saw the protective array of Boundless City open and only Ding Huan and the other two walk out, they were all stunned speechless.

Fan Jiandan stared blankly at Ding Huan as he walked out, muttering to herself: "So powerful, so strong…"

After saying this, she slapped her own head and thought to herself: "Why am I still standing here gawking? Hurry up and get rich."

Immediately after, she swiftly summoned her flight-type treasure and shot toward the nearest cultivator city.

Fan Jiandan wasn't the only clever one — soon others also realized: the Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild was gone…

Then hurry and go! They even more frantically summoned their treasures and shot off.

They knew that right now was the best moment to loot the Myriad Worlds Commerce Towers.

The Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild's experts had almost all been killed in this one battle, and the Myriad Worlds Commerce Towers existed throughout the entire Biankui Continent.

Rob just one Myriad Worlds Commerce Tower, and you'd be set for life.

More and more people understood this reasoning and left one after another, rushing off in all directions.

Some people also charged toward Boundless City, thinking that Ding Huan and the other two might not care about many of the shops in Boundless City.

Over eighty percent of the shops in Boundless City belonged to the Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild — as long as Ding Huan and the others overlooked a few, that would be a huge windfall.

Many shops' good items were placed in display cases; not all the good things were kept in rings.

Outside Boundless City, Elder Ju of the Sword-Starting Dao stared at the retreating backs of Ding Huan and the others, muttering to himself:

"Sect Master, you were right. A few minor sects tried to curry favor with the Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild — their sect masters and elders never came back out. He actually did massacre the city, and he pulled it off."

As he said this, his back was already soaked through with cold sweat. The Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild was gone.

"The two people beside him are the ones the Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild captured back then."

After Sword-Starting Dao Sect Master Ye Lie finished speaking, he took a deep breath and added: "Elder Ju, this time when we return to the sect, you must remember:

The vast cosmos is full of powerful experts. Even a dominant great commerce guild like the Myriad Worlds Commerce Guild was wiped out by someone — let alone our Sword-Starting Dao?"

"Yes, Sect Master." Elder Ju deeply agreed with the Sect Master's words.