Chapter 505: 504. Chapter 499: Named Universe

504. Chapter 499: Named Universe

Is this Shit Beetle Zuo Shanyi? How is this possible?

He came from Earth to the Pangu Great World—how many times did he narrowly escape death along the way? And he had enough luck to reach this place.

No matter how cunning the Shit Beetle is, that has nothing to do with arriving in the Pangu Great World. This requires the convergence of countless opportunities, none of which can be missing—how did the Shit Beetle manage it?

Thinking of this, Ding Huan began to perform the reversal technique from the Tian Gang Dao Art: Return Heaven and Reverse the Sun.

Soon, a clear image appeared before Ding Huan.

A thin man held a fiery red pearl and emerged from the earth here—wasn't that Shit Beetle Zuo Shanyi?

Ding Huan was secretly shocked; this Shit Beetle was utterly relentless, and his methods were extremely powerful.

Of the few who came out of Zhan Shen Continent, besides Qi Qi Xinyue whom he saved, only Zuo Shanyi escaped Earth through his own ability.

How many years have passed since then? This guy not only escaped Earth, but also reached the Pangu Great World.

Without doubt, he found the Divine Clan and established himself among them.

Zuo Shanyi clearly isn't a member of the Divine Clan—how did he establish himself among them? Or is Zuo Shanyi also part of the Divine Clan?

In the image, Zuo Shanyi's eyes filled with extreme delight upon seeing the Eon Fire Marrow Pool.

Yet he forcibly restrained himself from rushing toward the Eon Fire Marrow Pool, instead stowing away the Emperor Huoyuan Pearl and carefully setting up array flags.

Just by observing his array techniques, it was clear his array mastery had reached the Sixth-Level Immortal Array Master tier.

Impressive—Ding Huan couldn't help but admire him.

He admired not only the man's array mastery, but also his composure.

If Zuo Shanyi had rushed toward the Eon Fire Marrow Pool the moment he saw it and the Grand Void Flame, Ding Huan would have known about it immediately.

Yet this guy carefully peeled away his protective array—and succeeded in most of it, even nearing the Eon Fire Marrow Pool.

If he hadn't suddenly come here to take the Grand Void Flame, perhaps this guy would have succeeded.

In these decades combined, the Shit Beetle's cultivation had also reached the Great Luo Immortal realm—how did he cultivate so fast?

And that pearl in his hand—could it be the Emperor Huoyuan Pearl?

Because he possessed the Emperor Huoyuan Pearl, he found the location of the Eon Fire Marrow Pool.

Ding Huan grew increasingly wary of this Shit Beetle—he was the one who seized the single minute when escape from Earth was possible.

He grasped that opportunity with not a single breath to spare.

The Shit Beetle not dying is undoubtedly the most dangerous existence.

Ding Huan decided that after resolving his own issue, he must check whether the Divine Clan had been wiped out—if not, he would lead others to wipe them out again.

He waved his hand, and the Grand Void Flame landed in Ding Huan's palm.

The flame's outer edge was wrapped in concentric rings of pale purple—clearly surpassing Ninth-Level Immortal Flame.

The reason it hadn't yet advanced further must be tied to the cosmic rules of the Pangu Great World.

Ding Huan was overjoyed—he had been right to leave the Grand Void Flame here.

As for nearly being taken by the Shit Beetle, no one could have foreseen it—who would have known someone had obtained Emperor Huoyuan Pearl, a celestial marvel?

He glanced at the Eon Fire Marrow Pool, then set up another teleportation array, attempting to take it away.

Unfortunately, even as a Ninth-Circle Great Luo Immortal with Seventh-Level Immortal Array King mastery, he still couldn't remove the Eon Fire Marrow Pool.

Helpless, Ding Huan could only set up multiple protective arrays to guard the Eon Fire Marrow Pool.

He also set up various trigger arrays, surveillance arrays, teleportation arrays…

If the Shit Beetle dared return to tamper with the Eon Fire Marrow Pool, he would come instantly and kill him.

The Shit Beetle would flee the moment he saw him—he must understand that Great Luo Immortal and Great Luo Immortal are not the same.

Now he must return to cultivate; the Shit Beetle surely already knew he was in the Pangu Great World, and this guy was lying in wait.

If one day the Shit Beetle's cultivation surpassed his, the first person he'd kill would be Ding Huan.

He emerged from the ground, first using a teleportation talisman to reach the Immortal Court, then directing the Iron Pot toward the Immortal Court's Divine Source Region.

Twenty days later, Ding Huan stopped at the location of the Divine Source Region—along the way, he had refined the Iron Pot to the 106th layer of sealing.

This time, Ding Huan didn't burrow underground—he activated a space teleportation talisman and arrived at the edge of Shenhe.

The once-quiet Shenhe now rippled slightly; Ding Huan's divine sense penetrated downward but could not reach its depth.

Since he severed the Divine Clan's fortune from Shenhe, the Dao rhythm of Shenhe had become significantly clearer—clearly, its fortune was increasing.

Arriving at his secluded cultivation spot, Ding Huan took out the Iron Pot and decided to refine it all at once.

The 107th layer of sealing took Ding Huan only one day.

The Zhou Tian Great Universe Art slammed Ding Huan's divine sense against the 108th layer of sealing on the Iron Pot—he touched countless intricate heavenly and earthly sealing patterns.

Beyond that, he even sensed a primordial aura of creation and chaos.

Previously, he had refined the Ascension Tower; its 108th layer of sealing also had many patterns, but compared to the Iron Pot, it was worlds apart.

This Iron Pot had clearly never been refined before—its seals bore no trace of prior contact.

At first, Ding Huan had only intended to refine the seals for the sake of refining the Iron Pot.

After several days, Ding Huan became utterly immersed in the intricate, boundless heavenly and earthly sealing patterns.

Half a month passed; Ding Huan's array and sealing mastery advanced another level, reaching Eighth-Level Immortal Array Emperor.

The Iron Pot's seals were still unrefined—his array mastery continued to rise…

Ding Huan now perceived heavenly Dao concepts he had never encountered before—the primordial aura of creation and chaos he sensed was no illusion; it was real. One by one, previously unknown heavenly rules drew Ding Huan into a brand-new world of Dao.

Above Immortal Emperor comes Pretender Sage—is this a corrupted Dao system?

After Immortal King isn't Immortal Emperor?

In the Pangu Great World, Immortal King is followed by Immortal Emperor—is that due to missing cosmic rules?

As Ding Huan absorbed countless array patterns and heavenly sealing knowledge, he was stunned by this entirely new understanding of Dao.

He couldn't fathom what could come after an Immortal King if not an Immortal Emperor.

Ding Huan refined and perceived the infinite, boundless aura of the Opening Heaven Dao.

Just as Ding Huan touched the level of a Ninth-Rank Immortal Array Emperor, he heard a faint, clear chime, and then a more distinct space appeared before his eyes.

Is this the second space of the iron pot?

Ding Huan stared blankly at this tiny realm—it was no larger than a zhang across, and compared to the outer space of the iron pot, this one-zhang square space barely qualified as a space at all.

Yet within this one-zhang square space, Ding Huan sensed an eternity, an ineffable cosmic rule.

Ding Huan flashed forward and found himself inside this one-zhang square space.

Beneath his feet was brown soil—the only thing unique to this realm.

The outer space of the iron pot was vast, yet contained no soil; all soil had been carried in by him.

But this place carried its own soil.

Ding Huan bent down and grabbed a handful of earth—a strange sensation surged through his entire body; at that moment, he felt he was not holding soil, but a primordial universe…

Is this Rule Soil?

Ding Huan had heard of Rule Soil—the soil fused with the Opening Heaven Dao's rules after the heavens and earth were split.

A single grain of this soil was priceless.

Ding Huan took a deep breath and slowly said, gazing at the space spanning a zhang: "From now on, you shall be called the Cosmic Pot."

The iron pot was no longer nameless—it now bore a cosmic name.

Ding Huan felt only his own pot deserved the name Cosmic Pot.

As if sensing its name, the Cosmic Pot's aura grew warmer, nearly merging with Ding Huan.

Ding Huan stepped out of the Cosmic Pot; with a flick of his intent, the Cosmic Pot vanished entirely.

Even his mental sea's Great Cosmic Universe could not perceive the Cosmic Pot's existence.

Only Ding Huan himself knew where the Cosmic Pot was now—he could summon it at any moment.

Even when summoned again, it would be an invisible rule, unseen by mortal eyes.

After stowing the Cosmic Pot, Ding Huan still did not cultivate—he pulled out the Dusk Drum.

This time, he would fully refine the Dusk Drum.

Because he had vaguely sensed where his anomaly lay.

The voice whispered to his ear—so clear…

Ha, even the Dao Ancestor couldn't do that.

Because his Dao was self-created; beneath his Great Cosmic Art, not a single particle of law in the surrounding space could escape his perception.

If not the Dao Ancestor, then who had the right to whisper so clearly into his ear?

There was only one possibility: it was his illusion.

The voice seemed to come from outside, but in truth, it never came from outside at all.

If not from outside, then it must stem from within himself.

He had created the Great Cosmic Art, constructed his own Dao within his mental sea, and from that Dao, formed a universe.

If any lingering soul had intruded into his mental sea or purple palace during that process, he would have known for certain.

Since the problem didn't arise after he cultivated the Great Cosmic Art, it must have originated before he cultivated it.

Ding Huan thought carefully—and the greatest mystery was that parchment scroll.

He had swallowed that parchment scroll in his past life, yet after his rebirth, he carried every single detail of it.

Without that parchment scroll, Ding Huan would not be who he is today—he could never have created the Great Cosmic Art.

The strangeness lay here: though it was his own knowledge, whenever he needed it, he could never recall it.

Only under specific conditions could he access a single point of knowledge within the parchment.

And most of these knowledge points greatly aided his cultivation advancement.

Precisely because he suspected where the anomaly lay, he had immediately sought the Grand Void Flame, then refined the iron pot.

Besides refining the iron pot, he must also refine the Dusk Drum and the Mirror of Life and Death.

These supreme artifacts could all exist within his mental sea's Great Cosmic Universe.

If his own mental sea's Great Cosmic Universe harbored a flaw, these would become his greatest allies.