Chapter 547: 546. Chapter 541: Heavenly Thunder Dao Art

546. Chapter 541: Heavenly Thunder Dao Art

Zuo Shanyi froze—could this even catch up?

His reaction was swift; in an instant, he knew he must keep fleeing.

How could Zuo Shanyi dare stay to heal? He immediately urged the Break Heaven Drill to accelerate.

In truth, he wasn't afraid of Ding Huan—but he was severely injured and could only flee.

This filled him with bitter frustration.

He deeply regretted his carelessness: how could he have been ambushed by someone who'd just teleported from afar? He would never allow this to happen again.

"Impressive," Ji Luo couldn't help but praise.

He saw Ding Huan controlling the Iron Pot to chase the Break Heaven Drill—not falling behind, but closing the distance as the opponent kept tearing through dimensional barriers.

At this moment, Zuo Shanyi dared not even think of stopping to heal, let alone attempt it.

He frantically drove the Break Heaven Drill to flee, slowly widening the gap between it and the Cosmic Pot.

Zuo Shanyi soon realized this wasn't a sustainable strategy.

Though he suppressed the Dao rhythm of the Poison Dao within his body with forbidden arts, that Dao rhythm still affected him.

No matter how powerful the Break Heaven Drill was, when his spiritual sense weakened, his speed inevitably dropped.

Zuo Shanyi glared furiously at the Iron Pot chasing him—he couldn't understand how Ding Huan had acquired such a treasure.

Seeing he couldn't shake off Ding Huan at all, Zuo Shanyi truly grew desperate.

Since leaving Zhan Shen Continent, Ding Huan was the only person who had left a psychological scar on Zuo Shanyi.

He'd clashed with Ding Huan more than once or twice; in his memory, he'd never once gained the upper hand, let alone won.

Whether his cultivation was low or high.

Like now—his cultivation was clearly higher than Ding Huan's, his techniques far more numerous, yet he'd been ambushed and was now being hunted.

Who had ever hunted Zuo Shanyi? When had it ever been someone else chasing him?

But he had to face reality: Ding Huan had become his hunter, and if he failed to escape, his life would end in Ding Huan's hands.

Zuo Shanyi opened his palm—a soul-locking Soul-Preserving Crystal appeared before him.

"Emperor Wan Kang, I saved you, and now I'm being hunted by Ding Huan. Please, Emperor, guide me on how to escape this man."

Before the Soul-Preserving Crystal, Zuo Shanyi showed extreme deference.

"Sigh…"

A sigh came—clearly, it was Feng Huan's voice.

Even Ding Huan hadn't imagined Zuo Shanyi had not only saved Feng Huan but carried his lingering soul with him.

"You've already assimilated the Break Heaven Drill—what else could possibly catch up to it?" Feng Huan continued.

Though answering Zuo Shanyi, Feng Huan's fury reached its peak.

Of all people in this life, he hated two: Ding Huan, and the man before him—Zuo Shanyi.

Ding Huan killed him, wiped out the Divine Clan, and burned his divine soul.

This Zuo Shanyi, who claimed to have saved him, had actually stolen his Break Heaven Drill.

Worse still, this man's goal was to use him to enter the true Divine Realm—pure fantasy.

"Emperor, I've long since assimilated the Break Heaven Drill, yet I still can't shake off Ding Huan. If he catches me, we'll both have our souls extracted and refined…"

Zuo Shanyi's tone carried a hint of desperation.

Feng Huan understood better than anyone why Zuo Shanyi kept asking him what to do.

From the day he seized Feng Huan, besides stealing the Break Heaven Drill, his only goal was to use Feng Huan to find the Divine Realm.

Now, with these words, he still wanted Feng Huan to lead him into the Divine Realm.

Even if the Break Heaven Drill had been stolen, Feng Huan would rather die again than guide this man to the Divine Realm.

Even now, he kept pondering one thing: how did Zuo Shanyi know about his spiritual soul space?

Even Ding Huan didn't know this—yet Zuo Shanyi not only knew of his spiritual soul space, but knew how to open it.

Had he known the Break Heaven Drill would be stolen by Zuo Shanyi, he'd have preferred to die sooner.

He'd rather see the Break Heaven Drill vanish forever than let Zuo Shanyi take it.

"Sigh… I truly have no solution…"

Feng Huan sighed again.

Zuo Shanyi's tone turned cold: "If you can't think of a way, then endure the flame-burning of your soul again."

Feng Huan didn't answer—his lingering soul was already indistinguishable from death.

Yet internally, he sneered: you Zuo Shanyi act so arrogant and cruel before me—but aren't you being hunted by someone even crueler?

Zuo Shanyi was helpless—he couldn't truly kill Feng Huan; Feng Huan was still his escape route, and he had to keep him alive.

When his strength grew further, he could still extract Feng Huan's memories.

He stored away Feng Huan's lingering soul, struggled to suppress the Poison Dao's rhythm so it wouldn't further corrode his body, and pushed the Break Heaven Drill faster.

Ding Huan's spiritual sense remained locked onto the Break Heaven Drill.

Zuo Shanyi's Break Heaven Drill had slowed slightly, but Ding Huan didn't surge forward wildly.

He merely kept the Cosmic Pot from losing the Break Heaven Drill—the longer the chase dragged, the better it was for him.

At this moment, he resumed studying the Three Thousand Great Dao.

As his spiritual sense settled upon the Three Thousand Great Dao, a boundless torrent of Dao energy surged forth, leaving Ding Huan feeling refreshed and clear-minded.

"Brother Ji, I have a question—is there a Great Gene Art among the Three Thousand Great Dao?"

Ji Luo's voice replied: "Of course there is—I recall the Great Gene Art hasn't been torn away yet. Why? Are you planning to learn it? Let me tell you, it's useless—pure waste.

There are too many Dao arts among the Three Thousand. Pick a few useful ones to learn; it'll benefit you."

"Thank you."

Ding Huan thanked him, and suddenly understood: the Gene Dao had indeed existed since the opening of heaven.

On the path of cultivation, many things cannot be understood by normal thinking.

Unfortunately, among the Three Thousand Daos, neither the Space Dao nor the Time Dao existed.

This was definitely torn away by someone.

The Thunder Dao Art...

Ding Huan immediately asked: "Big Brother, isn't the Thunder Dao Art also known as the Great Thunder Art?"

Ji Luo said coolly: "You're imagining things. The Thunder Dao Art is the Thunder Dao Art; the Great Thunder Art is the Great Thunder Art."

"What's the difference? Are there two thunder-related Daos among the Three Thousand Daos? Or is the Great Thunder Art not one of the Three Thousand Daos?" Ding Huan was confused.

Ji Luo explained: "The Great Thunder Art is naturally one of the Three Thousand Daos, but when I obtained the Three Thousand Daos, the Great Thunder Art was already gone."

"As for thunder-related Daos, there's also the Origin Technique of Thunder Dao— you just haven't seen it."

Ding Huan sighed: "It seems the Great Thunder Art was torn away too. These guys always go for the strongest Dao arts and rip them out."

Ji Luo sneered: "The Great Thunder Art is stronger than the Thunder Dao Art? Dream on.

The Great Thunder Art is a divine technique forged from one's own thunder principles, while the Thunder Dao Art is a thunder principle Dao art forged from Heavenly Dao principles. Which do you think is stronger?"

"The Thunder Dao Art," Ding Huan answered instinctively.

"Of course. You're surely wondering why the Thunder Dao Art, so powerful, still exists here, while the weaker Great Thunder Art is gone, right?"

"Exactly."

Ji Luo chuckled: "That's because ordinary cultivators cannot perform the Thunder Dao Art. To wield it, one must merge with the Heavenly Dao.

Who among cultivators would merge with the Heavenly Dao? To merge with the Heavenly Dao means losing freedom—who among cultivators would willingly give up freedom?"

Ding Huan immediately thought of the Dao Ancestor.

The Dao Ancestor had merged with the Heavenly Dao, which is why he could never leave the Purple Cloud Palace. Moreover, as long as the Heavenly Dao exists, the Dao Ancestor exists; if the Heavenly Dao perishes, the Dao Ancestor perishes.

After the Ninefold Heaven Tribulation emerged, because the Dao Ancestor had merged with the Heavenly Dao, he enabled the remaining four heavens to fuse their treasures and escape from this universe.

Ding Huan's spiritual sense fell again upon the Thunder Dao Art.

Others couldn't wield it—but he could.

He cultivated a universe of his own; within his universe, he was heaven.

Merge with what Heavenly Dao? Within his mind-sea's Great Dao universe, the universe's Heavenly Dao obeyed his will.

Ding Huan, already resolved to relentlessly pursue Zuo Shanwei, decided to chase Zuo Shanwei while attempting to cultivate the Thunder Dao Art.

In just a few short days, lightning arcs wrapped around Ding Huan's body.

Far away, Ji Luo stared in shock. Is this guy insane? He's actually cultivating the Thunder Dao Art?

From the time he'd known Ding Huan, this guy was sharp as a tack—why would he even consider learning this divine Dao technique?

To learn the Thunder Dao Art, one must eventually find a universe and merge with the Heavenly Dao.

Never mind losing freedom after merging with the Heavenly Dao—you'd only be left to serve others.

Besides, no one else would ever allow someone to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

If someone in one's own realm merges with the Heavenly Dao, it means a Heavenly Dao Saint has appeared.

A Heavenly Dao Saint can control the Dao principles of an entire realm—who would permit that?

Whatever. If this guy knows the consequences but still cultivates the Thunder Dao Art, no one can stop him.

One day, one month, one year...

Ding Huan couldn't believe he'd been chasing Zuo Shanwei for a full year; in that time, his cultivation had reached Immortal King Third Layer.

Moreover, he could now effortlessly unleash Thunder Dao lightning arcs.

Though his cultivation time was too short, he could currently summon only Luo Xian-level Tribulation Crossing arcs.

But his Lei Jie arcs were unlike others—Luo Tian Xian cultivators generally couldn't survive them.

Once he could unleash Immortal King-level Tribulation Crossing arcs, even Immortal Emperors might be brought down.

As for Zuo Shanwei, Ding Huan genuinely admired him.

This guy had been poisoned by his Bone-Clinging Dao-Eating toxin, yet he'd still been fleeing for so long—truly resilient.

Huh, this guy's heading into another cosmic vortex again...

Ding Huan's spiritual sense detected the Potian Drill plunging into a cosmic vortex; without hesitation, he directed the Cosmic Pot into the same vortex.

Over the past year, they'd entered countless such vortices.

But this vortex seemed different.

Once the Cosmic Pot entered, it lost all resistance, swept along like a spinning top, helplessly hurtling into the vortex's depths.

"Ding Younger Brother, are you trying to kill yourself?" Ji Luo's frantic voice rang out.

Ding Huan had a perfected Immortal Body—he didn't. He was a frail Primordial Spirit.

He couldn't follow this guy anymore. Being constantly tricked like this—who could take it?