Chapter 507

Burn yourself—you must burn yourself!

This was the only way Ding Huan could find: if he could not uncover the problem within his body through normal means, he had to burn his physical form, burn his Primordial Spirit.

Ding Huan cultivated the Great Cosmos Art; he had no Primordial Spirit, yet he possessed a Primordial Spirit.

Only by being ruthless with yourself can you be reborn through nirvana.

Otherwise, if you're tricked, you deserve it.

What hardships hadn't he endured in his past life? He had even been burned to death once—what difference would it make to go through it again?

Perhaps finding the entity within that parchment would cost him even more.

Without that entity within the parchment, he could never have created the Great Cosmos Art, never crafted the Nirvana Technique, and certainly never reached today.

But since he was alive, he must live clearly and plainly. He must live for himself—not forever be someone else's puppet.

"Phew!" Ding Huan exhaled deeply—he had made his decision.

He had two choices: first, to utterly destroy his physical body and choose rebirth once more.

The greatest advantage of this method was that he wouldn't have to suffer in agony—it would be swift and clean.

Yet he did not know whether rebirth again would let him escape his opponent.

After one cycle of reincarnation, his cultivation might drop even lower, drawing his opponent's vigilance and sealing his fate forever.

At least now, he could still turn the tide—he still had a chance to reverse his fortunes.

Moreover, though he now controlled countless cosmic laws, he did not clearly understand the reincarnation law, nor had he ever touched it.

Who could be certain that his memories would remain intact after rebirth?

That left only the second option: burn his physical body and soul, bit by bit, until not a single thread remained—he refused to believe the entity hiding within him would not surface.

If he couldn't endure it, then let him be utterly annihilated in this world.

Life is full of disappointments—there is no such thing as perfect perfection.

You must burn yourself—this place won't do either. It's a good place for cultivation, a place of fortune,

but not a place to burn your soul and body; here, that step would become even harder.

Ding Huan pulled out the crystal ball marking the location of the Pangu Great World.

His divine sense swept across one place after another, finally settling on the Gray Sea.

The Gray Sea was entirely a forbidden zone—anyone who entered would be flattened by the Gray Sea, soul and body obliterated.

He found a way through the Gray Sea because of the Great Calculation Art.

Yet within the Gray Sea lay another forbidden zone within a forbidden zone: the Gray Sea Vortex, where only one thing existed—Gray Sea Magma.

The Gray Sea Magma had long formed a vortex; over centuries, a natural barrier had formed around the edge of this magma vortex.

The water of the Gray Sea was already unlike any other, and now blocked by this vortex, not a single drop could seep through.

This was the place.

If he succeeded, he would be reborn here; if he failed, he would be buried here.

Ding Huan made his decision—he stopped examining his body's problems and turned again to studying array arts.

His cultivation level might not rise, but his array art must rise without fail.

Six months later, Ding Huan successfully advanced to the Ninth-Level Immortal Array Emperor.

Upon reaching Ninth-Level Immortal Array Emperor, Ding Huan immediately upgraded the array severing Shenhe's fortune to the ninth level.

With Ninth-Level Void Array Patterns and the Ascension Tower suppressing it, Ding Huan believed that even if another Immortal Array Emperor came, unless familiar with his Great Cosmos Art, they could never break his array.

The Ninth-Level Void Array Patterns array could not be shattered by brute force, nor could it be broken by multiple Ninth-Level Immortal Array Emperors working together.

Simply put: if you can, you can; if you can't, you can't—no matter what method you use, it's impossible.

The Cosmic Cauldron was fully subjugated by Ding Huan; when activated, it vanished instantly from the Divine Source Realm.

The Immortal Court had once been boundless, but under the speed of the Cosmic Cauldron, even this vast Immortal Court shrank considerably.

Passing through the Immortal Court, he arrived at the Great Immortal Region.

Ding Huan's divine sense saw many Immortal Sects had risen again; the destroyed Immortal Cities were being restored one by one—he knew Xing Pan had done well.

Yet the Divine Clan and Dragon Clan had clearly not been eradicated—only retreated.

Ding Huan no longer cared about them; his immediate goal was to claim the Eon Fire Marrow Pool.

His cultivation had not increased, but his array art was now Ninth-Level Immortal Array Emperor—if even a Ninth-Level Immortal Array Emperor couldn't take the Eon Fire Marrow Pool, then it simply wasn't meant for him.

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Compared to his triumphant state three years ago, the Divine Clan now looked desolate.

An invisible aura of decay permeated the entire Divine Clan.

In these three years, not a single member of the Divine Clan had advanced to the Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor realm.

Moreover, in battles against the Immortal Court's army, they suffered countless casualties and were pushed back step by step.

Though the Divine Clan had now retreated to their territory, anyone who thought for a moment would know the Immortal Court's army would not stop here.

After the Immortal Court dealt with the Demon and Beast Clans, the next target would be either the Dragon Clan or the Divine Clan.

The Divine Clan's Ten Thousand Gods Hall.

The Divine Clan's Heavenly Emperor Feng Huan looked weary; once, even the Beast Clan had to beg repeatedly for permission to enter the Hall.

Every meeting in the Hall used to be bustling with activity.

Today, half the Immortal Emperors were gone; the remaining Divine Officials and Clan Lords were all wounded.

On the Immortal-Divine Battlefield, they had been utterly crushed by the Human Clan.

Those Human Clan cultivators fought like madmen—completely reckless, charging headlong.

He knew he couldn't stop it: the Immortal Court offered rewards where spoils belonged to individuals, and those who accumulated enough merit could freely set up Spirit Gathering Immortal Arrays—even establish their own families with enough.

Under such rewards, how many would not fight to the death?

"Emperor, if we continue like this, our divine race will inevitably meet the same fate as the demonic and beast races." A divine official, missing one arm, stepped forward, his voice trembling with fear.

Could Emperor Feng Huan not know that continuing this way would eventually lead them to the same end as the demons and beasts? But his divine race now had no path left to retreat.

"Emperor, the Grand Divine Official requests an audience." A guard reported from outside the divine hall.

"Quick, bring the Grand Divine Official in!" Feng Huan stood up at once.

In the divine race, Grand Divine Official Suo Xi held even higher status than the Emperor, yet he never interfered in divine authority, caring only for the future of the divine race.

A thin, bald man, clutching a divine staff, walked slowly into the divine hall.

"Suo Xi bows before the Emperor." The bald man bowed respectfully upon entering the hall.

"Grand Divine Official, please rise at once. Someone, bring a seat for the Grand Divine Official." Feng Huan's tone was deferential, utterly devoid of the Emperor's usual haughtiness.

A black divine wood soft chair was placed behind Suo Xi.

After sitting down, Suo Xi said: "Emperor, I have confirmed it—our divine race's fortune has been severed by a seal. Moreover, our divine fortune is still leaking away..."

"How is this possible? Who besides the Dao Ancestor could possess such power?" Feng Huan had just sat down, but rose again immediately.

Suo Xi spoke slowly: "Indeed. Had it not been for the leaking fortune, I would not have discovered it so soon. The divine fortune of our race originates from the Divine Source in the Immortal Court; now, it is draining precisely toward the Divine Source."

"In the Immortal Court?" Feng Huan sank back into his seat.

If this had been earlier, in the Immortal Court, they could have simply marched in and attacked.

Now, the Immortal Court was an impassable abyss.

As long as the Immortal Court's armies didn't invade the Divine Court, it was already a blessing from the Buddha—how could they dare launch an assault upon the Immortal Court?

"It must be in the Immortal Court—I've verified it repeatedly. There is no mistake." Suo Xi said.

"Can we break the seal on our side?" Feng Huan refused to give up.

Suo Xi shook his head: "No. We must go to the Immortal Court's side."

"Grand Divine Official, do you have a solution?" Feng Huan stared at Suo Xi with hope—not just him, but everyone present watched Suo Xi with the same hope.

Suo Xi took a deep breath: "There is one solution: target their Grand Immortal Supervisor."

"The Immortal Court's Grand Immortal Supervisor?" Feng Huan's face darkened at those words.

As Emperor of the divine race, he was no Bai Chi.

He had long investigated: the Immortal Court's reversal came because their Grand Immortal Supervisor had suddenly intervened.

Previously, that Grand Immortal Supervisor had been nothing but a figurehead—until the beast races nearly annihilated the Immortal Court's army and were about to seize the Immortal Court, they finally provoked this reclusive Grand Immortal Supervisor.

Under the Grand Immortal Supervisor's thunderous wrath, he decisively led the Immortal Court's remaining forces to exterminate every single beast race in the Grand Immortal Domain—not a single creature left alive.

Not only that, the entire Beast Domain is now being reclaimed by the Immortal Court.

The demonic race has suffered the same fate.

The demonic Emperor Xie Yongjian was killed; not a single demonic Emperor who entered the Grand Immortal Domain escaped.

Now, under the assault of Commander Luo Tang, who commands the Immortal Court's Bing Shen Division, the entire demonic domain is about to be reclaimed by the Immortal Court.

Had they not heard that the Grand Immortal Supervisor had suddenly departed on urgent business, their divine race and the dragon race would now be far worse off—facing annihilation just like the others.

Though Feng Huan had never seen this Grand Immortal Supervisor, merely hearing the name Ding Huan made his heart tremble.

Rumor had it this Grand Immortal Supervisor was ruthless, his poison deployment utterly merciless.

The rules-based poison he spread was like a parasite clinging to bone—even Immortal Emperors struggled to escape.

Though he believed himself no weaker than Xie Yongjian or Peng Xueshan, he was certainly no stronger than them either.

"This man is cruel and heartless. Had he not been detained by some matter, he would not have spared our divine race. Our people have already obtained his orders: the Immortal Court will show no mercy to our race."

Feng Huan spoke slowly, his fists clenched, yet powerless against superior strength.

Suo Xi remained unmoved, calmly saying: "Because someone in our divine race has discovered who he is—and even found his weakness."

"His weakness lies within our divine race—and has been here for years."

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"Isn't the Immortal Court's Grand Immortal Supervisor Ding Huan?" Feng Huan didn't understand Suo Xi's meaning.

Suo Xi shook his head: "He is Ding Huan—but we know his origins. He is not from the Pangu Great World; he comes from the Nine Heavens."

"Who discovered this? Quickly, bring this elder in for a meeting!" Feng Huan's voice trembled with urgency.

He was terrified of this Grand Immortal Supervisor of the Immortal Court—even when sitting still, the name Ding Huan could jolt him awake.

Suo Xi smiled faintly: "Emperor, do not worry. This is my disciple. Someone, bring my disciple here."