Chapter 520: 519. Chapter 514: His Mind Finally Cleared

519. Chapter 514: His Mind Finally Cleared

The moment he entered the void, Fan Xuan was wondering why that young man who called himself Brother Huan had asked him to shave his head?

His divine sense landed on his own hair, and he searched it carefully several times, but seemed to find nothing unusual.

After a moment's hesitation, Fan Xuan still brushed a hand across, and his full head of black hair fell away.

He felt that the young man seemed decent enough, and there was no need to play a trick on him.

Besides, he had been able to leave because of the other's piece of advice. Hair shaved off would quickly grow back; shaving it was no big deal.

Fan Xuan looked at the black hair in his hand and tossed a ball of flame onto it.

The hair turned to ash, and a faint divine-sense imprint appeared within Fan Xuan's divine sense.

Fan Xuan's expression shifted slightly, and he let out a long sigh.

At this point, everything became clear.

He laughed at himself bitterly—fool that he was, he had actually needed a stranger's reminder to wake up.

He raised a hand and tossed that divine-sense imprint into the void, then controlled the flying ship to vanish in an instant.

He had heard of a place where the rules of heaven and earth were extremely complete, called the Pangu Grand World, and he planned to go there to take a look.

Every Immortal Emperor of the Lu Star Immortal Continent had comprehended and advanced within the Pangu Grand World, including Jia Buqin.

From today onward, he, Fan Xuan, would absolutely not return to his homeland until he had advanced to Immortal Emperor.

……

Ding Huan had only piloted the Cosmic Pot for less than half an incense stick's time when the figure of Jia Buqin appeared at the edge of his divine sense.

He paid it no heed at all—Jia Buqin had mastered a teleportation art.

In Jia Buqin's view, he only needed to use this teleportation divine ability a few times to intercept Ding Huan's Cosmic Pot.

Heh, Ding Huan could only say Jia Buqin was overthinking it.

The Cosmic Pot's speed surged slightly, and in the blink of an eye it left Jia Buqin behind.

Jia Buqin, whose divine sense had caught sight of Ding Huan's Cosmic Pot, was ecstatic inside—truly a top-grade Innate Treasure; his daughter-in-law had not been wrong.

Naturally, he would not let such a treasure slip by.

In his eyes, a cosmic treasure like this falling into the hands of an ant like Ding Huan was truly a pearl hidden in dust.

Only in his hands, Jia Buqin's, would such a treasure find its true worth.

He frantically activated his teleportation divine ability.

Yet every time he caught sight of the Cosmic Pot, Ding Huan's Cosmic Pot would once again vanish from his divine sense.

Ding Huan watched the old fellow behind him frantically activating teleportation, and did not push the Cosmic Pot's speed to its maximum.

He was wondering—if he waited until this old fellow's immortal essence was completely exhausted, what were his chances of using a ninth-grade immortal formation to finish the man off?

Soon Ding Huan realized he had no chance of victory—an Immortal Emperor, and one who knew he could set up a seventh-grade killing-and-trapping immortal formation, would certainly be on guard.

If he were accidentally pinned down by the other's trump card, that would be a terrible loss.

Since he couldn't take the man down, there was no point wasting time here.

The Cosmic Pot's speed suddenly surged, and in an instant it left Jia Buqin far behind.

After consecutively activating his teleportation divine ability more than ten times, with still no shadow of Ding Huan at the edge of his divine sense, Jia Buqin's face darkened as he stopped. How could he not know that Ding Huan had escaped?

The reason he had been able to keep seeing the iron pot earlier was simply because the other had been deliberately toying with him.

That iron pot was absolutely a top-grade Innate Treasure—perhaps even beyond Innate.

If, as his daughter-in-law had said, the other also had a scale no less formidable than the iron pot, how could he possibly let this man go?

Unable to catch Ding Huan, Jia Buqin decided to first get the specifics clear.

He would rather spend a hundred years than find this treasure and claim it for himself.

He took out a teleportation talisman and activated it; the next moment, Jia Buqin reappeared on the flying ship.

Mu Caiyun was staring blankly at the spot where Fan Xuan had vanished when she suddenly saw the Eunuch return. She hurried forward and saluted: "Eunuch, did you catch the person?"

Jia Buqin had no time to waste words with Mu Caiyun; he didn't even bother checking whether Fan Xuan had truly vanished, and asked straightaway: "Do you know where that cultivator with the Innate Treasure on him comes from?"

Mu Caiyun shook her head: "I don't know… Oh right, he mentioned the Ash Sea. I think I've heard of that place."

The Ash Sea? Isn't that the Pangu Grand World?

"Very well. Let's see where you can run to now." Upon learning that Ding Huan came from the Ash Sea, a ruthless glint flashed in Jia Buqin's eyes.

So long as he nailed down the other's sect and clan, there was no fear the man wouldn't come back.

Others might not know where the Pangu Grand World was, but he happened to know.

Not only did he know—he had been there. He had cultivated to late-stage Immortal Emperor in the Pangu Grand World before leaving the Pangu Great Wild World.

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Naturally, Ding Huan had no idea that Jia Buqin wanted to go to the Pangu Grand World. If he had known, he might well have said, "Great, take me there with you."

At this moment, he had completely lost his bearings.

The Soul Devouring Ring had indeed indicated the locations of a few weak boundary regions; Ding Huan knew this perfectly well in his heart.

If he broke through another boundary region, he would surely get farther and farther from the Pangu Grand World.

Ding Huan set up a control immortal formation on the Cosmic Pot, then returned inside the iron pot to refine the ring.

He had no time to pilot the Cosmic Pot. Right now, besides refining Shi Li's ring, he also had to refine the true spirit world of the Demon Race's Demon Emperor Peng Xueshan, as well as the ring of the God Race's Heavenly Emperor Feng Huan.

Previously, in order to rid himself of the problems on his body, he had had no mind at all to refine these two rings.

Later, just as he had a moment to spare in the Ash Sea, he was ambushed by Shi Li, and only now finally had the time to refine these two rings.

There was a control immortal formation on the Cosmic Pot. Whenever it encountered a flying ship, he would ask someone whether there were any life-bearing planets nearby. Once he reached a life-bearing planet, he'd have a chance to return to the Pangu Grand World.

The first thing upon returning to the Pangu Grand World would be to raise his own strength—at the very least, push his cultivation up to the Immortal King level.

Once he reached the Immortal King level, the second thing for Ding Huan would be to find a way to return to Earth.

The Daoic thought within that leather scroll had great designs against him.

He now had several suspicions: if he was not the one who left the leather scroll, why was everything always calculated against him?

Even his rebirth was because of that leather scroll.

The Daoic thought within that leather scroll had also reborn with him, and still intended to merge with himself when he became an Immortal King.

If the leather scroll was truly something he had left behind, then just which great deity was he in the Primordial Era?

Was it truly as the leather scroll's information claimed—that he was the Dao Spirit Tai Xu beyond the Three Thousand Demonic Gods?

Regardless, Ding Huan felt he needed to return to Earth once, to resolve this trouble.

The trouble was that ancient cypress tree over ten thousand years old.

Ding Huan took out the Star House from the iron pot and began rearranging the Immortal Seals.

After setting up several layers of Ninth-Level Immortal Seals, Ding Huan sent the Star House back into the Cosmic Pot to be sealed.

Within this Star House was another leather scroll, one that the old man who had sold him in his last life had obtained beside the ancient cypress tree.

He would need this leather scroll when he returned to Earth.

Because of past lessons, even though he knew it was highly unlikely this leather scroll still contained any Daoic thought, Ding Huan dared not expose it outside.

For Ding Huan, it would be best to ascend to Immortal Emperor before returning, but ascending to Immortal Emperor would take too long.

He had already been away from Earth for nearly two hundred years.

After such a long time, he did not know if Seeing Qu Yi was still on Earth.

If Seeing Qu Yi could not achieve Gene Foundation Establishment, she had probably already perished.

Whenever he thought of Seeing Qu Yi, Ding Huan felt a hollow emptiness in his heart.

Pushing aside such distractions, Ding Huan took a deep breath and pulled out three rings.

Since he had burned away the Daoic thought within his soul-nexus,

Ding Huan always felt his thinking had become much lighter, and his mind had expanded greatly, no longer confined to a single point.

Once, he had only one thought: that he could create the Great Cosmos Art, and his only reliance was that leather scroll.

Without the leather scroll, Ding Huan was nothing—not even as good as an ordinary person.

Now Ding Huan no longer thought this way.

The leather scroll provided him with knowledge of various Great Dao principles, and indeed played a crucial role.

But what mattered more was himself.

It was his own desire to forge a completely new Foundation Establishment method that led him to use the Great Dao knowledge within the leather scroll and exhaust every possible means to find a new Foundation Establishment technique.

How many times had he failed in this process?

He failed, then tried again; failed again, then tried again.

From countless failures, he continuously felt his way forward, adjusting his direction again and again, revising the technique again and again—none of this could have come from the leather scroll's contents.

Thus, the Great Cosmos Art emerged first from his own mind and his inner desire, second from the leather scroll's knowledge, third from the Cosmic Vortex and the rest.

He had always underestimated his own role, even believing that without the leather scroll, he was utterly worthless.

Now he finally felt he was capable too.

If he was not the ancient great being who left the leather scroll's Daoic thought, then why did that ancient great being value him? Only because he had exceptional qualities could that great being value him.

Otherwise, with so many others, that great being could have chosen anyone.

Ding Huan himself was an outstanding person—that was why the other valued him, and why he had reached where he was today.

Ding Huan's heart felt considerably lighter; he could think of these things because he had truly stepped out from the leather scroll.

He casually picked up one of the rings before him—this was Shi Li's ring.

Shi Li's ring was merely an ordinary top-grade Immortal Artifact.

As a Ninth-Level Immortal Array Emperor, Ding Huan tore through the seals within Shi Li's ring with just a few soul-nexus threads.

Inside were about five hundred million Immortal Crystals and a broken mid-grade Immortal Spirit vein.

There was not a single Immortal Pill or Immortal Spirit herb.

It seemed Shi Li had spent much of his savings over the years to restore his cultivation.

What concerned Ding Huan most was the Celestial Scale.

He reached out and seized the Celestial Scale—it seemed to have lost one of its counterweights.

Ding Huan did not know whether the counterweight had been present when the Celestial Scale came into Shi Li's hands.

He tossed the Celestial Scale and the Immortal Crystals into the Cosmic Pot, then took out the ring of the Demon Emperor Peng Xue Shan.

Peng Xue Shan's ring was a high-grade True Spirit World.

Ding Huan felt deep sorrow—these ancient beings truly treated life as insignificant as ants.

He had destroyed the demonic clans and the demonic races, and had his reasons: these races had invaded the Immortal Realm, slaughtered human cultivators, and seized human territories.

But for a Demon Emperor like Peng Xue Shan, destroying a planet was merely an act—to forge a True Spirit World.