Chapter 407: The Legacy of Wen Luoxu

"Without those two, I feel a lot lighter." After following Ding Huan into the marsh, Wen Zhixi couldn't help but speak up.

Ding Huan smiled: "We may have angered someone even stronger."

"Huh?" Wen Zhixi had no idea what Ding Huan meant.

Ding Huan said: "I obtained a Xian Ling Fruit from Fu Shuangping's ring—it wasn't hers to begin with. She likely carried it for someone else, though I still don't know who."

Wen Zhixi didn't care: "So what? Once we leave the Myriad Void Marsh, the heavens and earth are vast—we can go anywhere. Even if that person is stronger than my father, he can't touch us."

Ding Huan nodded: "True enough."

But he didn't say this aloud: he suspected the one who had asked Fu Shuangping to carry the Dao Fruit was still inside the Myriad Void Marsh.

With the map of the Myriad Void Marsh and its various danger annotations, plus Ding Huan's own computational arts, the two traveled through the marsh for months without facing serious threats.

After entering the Myriad Void Marsh, Ding Huan never intended to rush out immediately, so he moved slowly, walking while cultivating.

Moreover, he was pondering how to fly within it using the iron pot without being disrupted by spatial dislocation or wind blades.

Ding Huan's cultivation steadily advanced toward Jin Xian Sixth Layer, while Wen Zhixi nearly recovered to Xuan Xian Seventh Layer.

Though no mortal or beast had entered the Myriad Void Marsh for countless years, due to constant marsh tides, spatial dislocation, and the mottled Xian Qi, not a single heavenly treasure or earthly essence existed here.

Wen Zhixi, walking beside Ding Huan, felt even more grateful—she had barely escaped death by chance meeting him; otherwise, she would never have reached this point, and would have perished long ago.

Ding Huan valued the iron pot most; besides cultivating, he spent all his time refining it.

To fly within the Myriad Void Marsh, he still needed the iron pot.

But the more layers of sealing he refined, the harder it became; when he reached the fifty-sixth layer, he simply could not refine further.

"Big Brother Ding, I want to find a place to rest for a few days." As Ding Huan still pondered flight, Wen Zhixi suddenly spoke.

Wen Zhixi rarely suggested rest—usually, Ding Huan decided whether to press on or halt for recuperation.

"Of course." Ding Huan didn't know why she wanted to rest, but he had no objection.

Escaping the Myriad Void Marsh wouldn't take just a day or two.

Wen Zhixi didn't tell Ding Huan her reason; after he set up the defensive array, she immediately pulled out the Jiulun Seal.

The Jiulun Seal had thirty-six sealing layers—today was the day she would refine the final one.

This was why she had pushed herself to travel while cultivating; otherwise, she would have refined her father's artifact long ago, not waited until now.

Alongside Ding Huan, not only had her cultivation advanced rapidly, but her array skills had improved dramatically too.

Whenever she had unanswered questions, asking Ding Huan always yielded answers.

After only half a year in this marsh, her array mastery had reached Third-Rank Array Master.

With her divine sense sinking into the Jiulun Seal, she refined the final sealing layer in just half a day.

Immediately, she found herself within the Jiulun Seal's inner space.

A pile of Xian Crystals appeared before her—numbering at least several million.

Besides Xian Crystals, countless low-grade Xian herbs filled the space.

Among the most famed treasures of the Void City—the Void Xian Yuan Sprouts—she discovered over ten thousand here.

Moreover, she saw her father's cultivation cave.

Wen Zhixi's eyes welled again; she entered her father's cave, and when she saw the crystal ball resting atop the Soul-Nourishing Immortal Wood, tears streamed silently down her cheeks as she knelt to the ground.

She knew that crystal ball was her father's most precious possession—a Soul-Nourishing Crystal forged to hold a fragment of her mother's lingering soul.

After a full incense stick passed, Wen Zhixi barely managed to stand, then walked to the Soul-Nourishing Immortal Wood and knelt again.

She cupped the Soul-Nourishing Crystal in both hands; the moment it touched her palms, she sensed a familiar warmth—a heart-piercing resonance tied to her bloodline.

Tears fell onto the Soul-Nourishing Crystal. If only her mother were still well, and her father hadn't left to search for her, they could have lived peacefully together in the Fourth Immortal Realm.

Why must one cultivate? If not for cultivation, her mother wouldn't have suffered this fate from Lei Jie.

She sat motionless for a full hour before carefully placing the Soul-Nourishing Crystal back atop the Soul-Nourishing Immortal Wood.

Her father was gone; no matter what, she would restore her mother's soul and rebuild her body.

As Wen Zhixi returned the Soul-Nourishing Crystal to the Immortal Wood, she noticed another jade slip.

Holding the jade slip, she sensed a familiar Dao resonance—was this her father's jade slip?

Her divine sense touched it; yes, it was her father's, but only blood from a direct bloodline could unlock its contents.

This was truly her father's legacy to her—anyone else attempting to open it without the voluntary offering of direct blood relatives would cause the jade slip to shatter.

Wen Zhixi didn't hesitate—she sliced her brow, letting a drop of blood fall onto the jade slip, and immediately her father's voice echoed:

"If you've found this jade slip and opened my message, it must be Zhixi—and you've already avenged me."

"Zhixi, I'm sorry. I was so focused on finding a way to save your mother that I neglected you. I don't deserve to be your father."

"Entering the Myriad Void Marsh, your chance of escaping is less than one in ten thousand. If one day you somehow escape, do two things for your mother."

"First, find her an Xian Quan Flower. The Xian Quan Flower can restore her perfect body—but that's not enough. You must join the Chiyunu Sect."

"It doesn't matter what sect you cultivate—within the Chiyunu Sect lies a secret technique called the Ten Refinements Soul Art. After your mother's body is restored, only by cultivating the Ten Refinements Soul Art can her soul be fully restored."

"If there is a next life, I will repay you and your mother for all I've owed them… I'm going…"

Wen Zhixi wept uncontrollably; more than the jade slip itself, she felt the agony and regret embedded in her father's final words.

He didn't regret coming to search for her mother—he regretted not warning her not to come to the Myriad Void Marsh.

When he left the jade slip, he knew full well he would never see it again.

Because the Xian Ze beasts were too terrifying—he suffered his final moments in torment, fearing she would find her way here and fall into their hands.

Yet he knew her nature well—he knew she would inevitably come searching.

In truth, her father had been right.

Without Ding Huan's intervention, she would have already fallen into the beasts' grasp, wishing for death.

"Father, I will fulfill your wishes—I will save Mother." After a long silence, Wen Zhixi wiped her tears and solemnly placed the jade slip beside her mother's Soul-Nourishing Crystal.

After steadying her emotions, Wen Zhixi stepped out of the meditation array.

The moment Wen Zhixi came out, Ding Huan sensed that something was off about her mood—she seemed very low.

In his eyes, this was extremely rare.

He had known Wen Zhixi for such a long time, yet he had never seen her in such a state of mind.

Even back when he had seen her naked and she woke up afterward, her emotions had been far more stable than now.

He wasn't the type to meddle, and he didn't ask Wen Zhixi what had happened—if she wanted to tell him, she would. If she didn't, then it was probably a private matter.

Even without Wen Zhixi saying anything, Ding Huan could guess some of it—it likely had something to do with the Jiulun Seal.

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The Jiulun Seal was a magic treasure left behind by her father. Wen Zhixi had probably refined the Jiulun Seal and learned how her father had died, which was why she was grieving.

"Brother Ding, let's go." Wen Zhixi gathered her composure.

"Alright, this time we'll ride a flying magic treasure." As Ding Huan spoke, he summoned the Iron Pot.

Wen Zhixi was a bit stunned, and after a moment said, "Brother Ding, there are spatial dislocations everywhere in here—a flying magic treasure definitely can't be used."

Ding Huan chuckled: "That was before. Now I've come up with a method, so the chance of being swept into a spatial dislocation won't exceed ten percent at most."

If there were really a ten percent chance of being swept into a spatial dislocation, Ding Huan absolutely wouldn't fly on the Iron Pot.

After he refined the Iron Pot's fifty-fourth layer of restriction, his control over the Iron Pot had almost reached the point of doing whatever he wished.

Not only that, he had also activated a defensive array formation that came built into the Iron Pot.

Of course, that wasn't the reason Ding Huan wanted to ride the Iron Pot in flight.

What mattered was that Ding Huan's own array dao level had improved once again.

It wasn't that he had advanced to a fifth-grade immortal array master, but rather that while studying the Law Formation Flags, he had discovered that if he set up a law-sensing array formation in front of the Iron Pot—

As long as the Iron Pot's speed wasn't pushed too fast, the moment it encountered a spatial dislocation, the sensing array formation would automatically make the Iron Pot avoid it.

Combined with the Iron Pot's own defensive array formation, Ding Huan felt the chance of being swept into a spatial dislocation wouldn't exceed one percent.

Of course, even one percent—if it meant losing his life—Ding Huan wouldn't take that risk.

Rather, Ding Huan was certain that even if the Iron Pot were swept into a spatial dislocation, it wouldn't be torn apart by it.

All he had to do was stay inside the Iron Pot and not leave.

This was a kind of intuition.

Unfortunately, he hadn't comprehended the Law of Space.

If he had comprehended the Law of Space and set up a space-sensing array formation, the Iron Pot could charge ahead at full speed without restraint, and there'd be no need to worry about being swept into a spatial dislocation.

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