Chapter 515

514. Chapter 509: Luo Tian Xian

This was already the one hundred and seventh year since Ding Huan vanished after destroying the Divine Clan.

The layout of the Pangu Great World had changed once more.

The protective array between the Immortal Court and the Great Immortal Realm had been dismantled, leaving not the slightest obstruction.

The Beast Clan, Demon Clan, and Divine Clan had vanished entirely; the Dragon Clan now submitted to the Human Clan.

Even if a few cultivators from these three clans remained, they hid only in the Chaos Zones or lurked in hidden corners, daring not to stir up trouble.

Unless something unexpected occurred, the layout of the Pangu Great World would no longer undergo major changes.

The Pangu Great World now consisted only of the Immortal Realm and the Chaos Zones.

It was certain that, given Emperor Xing Pan's nature, the Chaos Zones would eventually be absorbed into Human Clan territory.

At that time, the Pangu Great World would achieve true unification.

Whether it was the very center of the reclaimed Great Immortal Realm or the Immortal Court's Imperial Plaza.

Both stood a towering statue—the missing Human Clan Grand Immortal Supervisor, Ding Huan.

In the Immortal Realm, you might not know the Heavenly Emperor, might never have visited Tianjie, or even might not know where the Heavenly Court lay.

But you absolutely must know who the Grand Immortal Supervisor of the Immortal Court was.

As for Dafanxian Sect, which had some connection to Ding Huan, its territory had expanded more than tenfold, and a statue of Ding Huan stood just as prominently on its Sect Plaza.

In Dafanxian Sect, Ding Huan was not only the Grand Immortal Supervisor but also a disciple of the sect.

Merely this fact had increased Dafanxian Sect's fame by dozens of times.

…

Deep within the Gray Sea.

Ding Huan still floated suspended within the vortex of fire sludge, his surrounding Dao rhythm long since enveloping him.

His physical body had not yet recovered, but above his head, Lei Guang flickered—clearly, the Lei Jie was coming.

Ding Huan still could not move; he knew perfectly well why.

It was because his Great Universe Art had absolutely no bottleneck—so long as he cultivated and sufficient heavenly primordial energy was available, he could ascend.

Although his physical body had been shattered by the fire sludge, his Dao had grown ever more perfected.

Originally, Ding Huan's body had contained no impurities because he never used pills.

Now, after being burned through by the fire sludge, it was utterly pure.

Not only had his bones surpassed jade bones, but his Primordial Spirit held not a single speck of impure Dao rhythm.

Because his Primordial Spirit was pure, his mind sea's Dao universe grew ever more complete, his Dao body whole, and his cultivation realm rose imperceptibly.

Now, while he still lay in the fire sludge recovering his physical body, his cultivation had already reached Luo Tian Xian peak.

This was only because the heavenly immortal qi was insufficient—if it had been abundant, he would have already drawn the Luo Tian Xian Lei Jie long ago.

Boom—boom—boom!

Dozens of lightning arcs struck down in succession; Ding Huan was utterly helpless.

Throughout history, he might be the only cultivator who could not move at all yet still drew the heavenly Lei Jie.

Had his body not already reached the seventh layer of Immortal Body, and had the Nirvana Technique not constantly reinforcing it, facing a Luo Tian Xian Lei Jie, he would have had no choice but to wait for death.

As each Lei Jie arc struck and merged with the fire sludge's cleansing, Ding Huan's physical strength increased even faster.

Thick lightning arcs slammed into Ding Huan's newly condensed body, shattering it once more into fragments.

Ding Huan's cultivation surged wildly, and his physical body's layer advanced just as rapidly.

Boom! Boom! Crack!

The fifth wave of Lei Jie shattered several ribs that had just healed; at the same moment, the torrential Lei source mixed with immortal qi burst through Ding Huan's Luo Tian Xian barrier.

The powerful aura of Luo Tian Xian spread outward, causing the parchment wrapped in Tai Xu to struggle even more fiercely.

Although Tai Xu had not yet birthed a fire spirit, it had gained a sliver of sentience; it merely obeyed its master's command—that the flames could vanish, but the parchment must not escape.

As Ding Huan ascended to Luo Tian Xian, his absorption rate of immortal qi became even more formidable.

Unfortunately, the heavenly primordial energy here was far too thin to grant him greater benefits.

As the final wave of Lei Jie arcs struck, clouds of immortal qi descended—but before they could touch Ding Huan, they were snatched away by the terrifying fire sludge.

Even so, Ding Huan absorbed more than half the heavenly primordial energy within those immortal clouds.

Ding Huan's physical body recovered faster, and at this moment, his spiritual sense finally underwent a qualitative transformation.

With his spiritual sense strengthened, Ding Huan immediately pulled his body free and landed outside the fire sludge.

As soon as he landed outside, he pulled out two top-grade immortal spirit veins from his Cosmic Cauldron.

With these two top-grade immortal spirit veins, Ding Huan's body was soon enveloped in immortal qi.

At this point, Ding Huan's physical body finally began to recover at a visible pace.

His cultivation was also surging upward.

Another ten years passed; Ding Huan's physical body was now flawless, his balanced muscles like a meticulously carved artwork, flowing lines radiating explosive power.

His jet-black hair, still unbound into a cultivator's topknot, gave him an untamed, carefree air.

As the final cultivation cycle of the Body Refinement Zhou Tian completed, Ding Huan leapt to his feet.

He had succeeded.

Not only had his cultivation reached Luo Tian Xian fifth layer, but his Dao body, after Nirvana, was now perfect.

Ding Huan gazed at his sculpted, flawless muscles and reflected: no wonder Body Refinement was the most perfect manifestation of the Dao body.

He had never encountered the Witch Clan's Body Refinement techniques, yet he was certain his Nirvana Technique was no inferior to their top-tier methods—though only he himself could cultivate Nirvana Technique; anyone else attempting it would likely perish at the very first step.

At the same time, Ding Huan understood the importance of Body Refinement: it was not merely about achieving a flawless physical body, but more importantly, a Body Refinement body was the most compatible with the Dao body.

The Witch Clan did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, because after Body Refinement, no matter how much a Witch Clan cultivator trained their Primordial Spirit, they could never reach higher realms.

If one day the Wu Clan perfectly resolved the conflict between body refinement and Primordial Spirit cultivation, the Pangu Great World would surely come under Wu Clan control.

No, he too lacks a Primordial Spirit—does he belong to the Wu Clan?

Soon Ding Huan shook his head; he did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit not because he could not, but because his own Great Cosmos Art had nothing to do with the Primordial Spirit.

This is entirely different from the Wu Clan's refusal to cultivate the Primordial Spirit.

After cleaning himself and changing into a clean set of clothes, Ding Huan's spiritual sense settled upon Taixu in the lava.

Previously, his spiritual sense would be burned to ash within moments of penetrating this lava.

Now, even if his spiritual sense remained in this lava for longer, it would not be affected in the slightest.

Indeed, there has been a qualitative transformation.

Not only had his physical body undergone a qualitative transformation, but his spiritual sense had as well.

This was because when his body underwent nirvana, his mind-sea's Great Dao Cosmos also underwent nirvana.

Indeed, there is always a return commensurate with the effort—he nearly turned to nothingness in this lava, yet once he survived, his gains multiplied exponentially.

Ding Huan curled his hand, and Taixu floated before him.

Within Taixu's flame, the parchment scroll still struggled, as if trying to break free of Taixu's flame.

Alas, Taixu's flame nearly surpassed Immortal Flame; it had not yet ascended not due to Taixu's own limitations, but because of the heavenly laws of this realm.

"Is it you who has been scheming against me all along?" Ding Huan's gaze settled on the parchment scroll within Taixu's flame.

The parchment scroll within Taixu's flame struggled even more fiercely, yet Ding Huan heard not a single sound.

Ding Huan frowned, then remembered something.

Could it be that this parchment scroll truly is not a fragment of a soul? That's why he had never found it?

Thinking of this, Ding Huan immediately set up a Dao Rhythm Sound-Exchange Immortal Array.

As soon as the Dao Rhythm Immortal Array was established, a clear voice emerged: "Ding Xiaotu, release me. If I didn't help you, could you have achieved today's accomplishments?"

"Who are you? Why have you been scheming against me all along?" Ding Huan stared at the parchment scroll, while continuously constructing various binding arrays around it.

He feared this thing might suddenly burst out of Taixu's flame and escape.

He also wondered—was this truly a soul fragment, or something else?

"I am a single Dao thought you left behind in your past life. If you destroy this soul thought, you will never again attain the Great Dao."

Hearing this, Ding Huan sneered inwardly.

Immediately, layer upon layer of Dao Rhythm laws reinforced Taixu's flame, and he urged his mind to make Taixu's flame burn the parchment scroll.

Previously, Taixu's flame could not harm the parchment scroll within the lava because Ding Huan himself was barely surviving.

Taixu's flame was inherently Ding Huan's flame, and Ding Huan had fully mastered the Flame Laws.

Now, with both Ding Huan and Taixu's flame acting together, even if the parchment scroll were stronger, it crackled and hissed under the burning.

Even a layer of blue vapor formed around the parchment scroll.

"Stop! Let us negotiate!" The parchment scroll's Dao Rhythm voice echoed again.

Ding Huan ceased further activation of the Flame Laws.

"I am truly one of the Dao thoughts you left behind. I do not know where I originated; my task is to provide you with everything needed for the Great Dao…"

Ding Huan's heart gave a slight leap—his Great Calculation Art had just predicted that this parchment scroll could still escape. How was that possible?

All his binding arrays were useless against the parchment scroll.

The parchment scroll had been trapped before only because it could not simultaneously escape both Taixu's flame and the lava.

This sensation grew stronger by the moment; Ding Huan immediately severed the Dao Rhythm Immortal Array, too rushed even to send a message to Taixu, and snatched up Taixu before plunging back into the lava.

"Boom!"

Taixu's flame was torn open without warning, and the parchment scroll suddenly burst free of Taixu's confinement.

Yet the moment the parchment scroll escaped Taixu's flame, it was once again engulfed by the lava.

Ding Huan's physical body burned again with a hissing sound; he had no time to activate the Nirvana Technique before commanding Taixu to once again envelop the parchment scroll.

The Nirvana Technique began to activate; Ding Huan's body ceased its collapse and slowly began to recover.

With his Body Refinement Realm at the Eighth Layer of Immortal Body, combined with the Nirvana Technique, he could now maintain equilibrium within the lava—and his physical body continued to strengthen.

The parchment scroll, once again wrapped in Taixu's flame, began struggling anew, as if trying to communicate with Ding Huan.

Ding Huan originally had no intention of responding, but seeing that all around him was nothing but lava, he realized he could never escape this place—if he could have escaped, he wouldn't have been trapped until now.

He set up another Dao Rhythm Immortal Array and sneered, "You're so clever—yet you made me suspicious just as you were about to succeed. I truly can't understand why."

Ding Huan estimated that when he ascended to Immortal King, this parchment scroll could fully merge with him.

At that time, he wouldn't even qualify as a walking corpse.

Precisely when he attacked the Demon Clan did this parchment scroll threaten him, making him aware of his own flaw.

But this was deeply strange—why, after lying dormant for so many years, even following his soul through reincarnation, would it reveal itself just as success was within reach?

The parchment scroll emitted a resentful voice: "I was betrayed. Someone clouded my mind."