Chapter 586

At this moment, the pig seemed to have eaten its fill; it spotted Ding Huan, squealed, and leapt straight onto his hand.

That excitement…

Ding Huan looked disappointed at the little pig in his hand; if he had still held some hope before, that pig's squeal had shattered it completely.

It really was a pig's squeal—Ding Huan was certain he hadn't misheard.

"Take this storage ring, use it. There are some things inside—figure out how to use them yourself." Ding Huan tossed a ring to the pig.

This creature, able to consume top-grade immortal crystals right after birth, must still have some depth to it.

At least its spiritual energy fluctuation matched that of a celestial beast.

He had waited so long for a divine beast egg, only to hatch a pig.

Even if it were a celestial pig, Ding Huan's mood was sour—he didn't even bother naming it.

Returning to the cabin, Ding Huan resumed refining the Mirror of Life and Death.

The ninety-third seal, the ninety-fourth seal…

When Ding Huan refined the hundredth seal, his understanding of the Life and Death Dao became even clearer.

He longed to gain a divine art concerning the Dao of Life and Death after fully refining the Mirror of Life and Death.

After all, the Cosmic Pot and the Evening Drum had both surprised him—he hoped the Mirror of Life and Death would bring another such surprise.

The outcome left Ding Huan deeply disappointed: he refined the Mirror of Life and Death up to the hundred-eighth seal, only learning its function.

It was an artifact that could lock, store, and hold life force and death qi.

More precisely, it was a support artifact, not an offensive one.

In terms of offensive power, it was even weaker than the Evening Drum, which could unleash realm-shaking divine arts.

For Ding Huan, the greatest benefit he gained was a clearer comprehension of the boundary between life and death during the refinement process.

His understanding of the Life Force Dao and the Death Dao had also deepened somewhat.

Was the space within the Mirror of Life and Death meant for storing life force and death qi?

Ding Huan's spiritual sense landed on that space—it was a single, unified whole, not divided at all.

If life force and death qi were stored together, would they mix?

Ding Huan reached out casually, and a fragment of beast shell appeared in his hand from within the Mirror's space.

On the beast shell were written three characters: Cycle Seven Seals.

Was this a divine art?

Ding Huan was overjoyed—he had paid no attention to anything inside the Mirror of Life and Death until now.

And yet, out of nowhere, came the Cycle Seven Seals.

From the Dao resonance on the beast shell, this was no ordinary divine art.

Ding Huan cautiously let his spiritual sense seep into the beast shell in his hand—and immediately felt dizzy and disoriented.

Did he not even have the qualifications to look at this divine art?

Fortunately, Ding Huan had seen many rare treasures—he still carried the Three Thousand Great Dao within him.

Yet the Three Thousand Great Dao did not seem to contain the Cycle Seven Seals.

As an Immortal Emperor, he lacked the qualifications to even view the Cycle Seven Seals—this proved it was no ordinary divine art.

It seemed the Three Thousand Great Dao had not gathered every single Dao art in the boundless universe.

His spiritual sense swept over the pig on the deck, and Ding Huan decided to continue his cultivation.

He would study the Cycle Seven Seals only when he reached Immortal Emperor's peak.

The two and a half divine veins supplied Ding Huan with immortal source energy, and soon he sank once more into deep seclusion.

After ascending to Immortal Emperor, Ding Huan's cultivation speed slowed considerably.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye—the Cosmic Pot never ceased, and Ding Huan never emerged from seclusion.

"Boom!" The Cosmic Pot was struck by some force, jolting Ding Huan out of seclusion—he was now at Immortal Emperor, Layer Four.

He knew well: his Cosmic Pot would never make such a loud noise from colliding with meteorites.

Not to mention the various immortal arrays he had set up—even if it encountered a planet, the Cosmic Pot would actively avoid it.

As for smaller meteors and meteoroids, striking the Cosmic Pot's defensive immortal arrays, they could not cause even the slightest vibration.

They would simply turn to dust.

Ding Huan landed on the deck—this was the second time his Cosmic Pot had been intercepted.

The first time, he had allowed it to be intercepted; this time, someone had genuinely blocked his Cosmic Pot.

"Ooooh…" The pig kept on the Cosmic Pot's deck let out an excited roar—slightly less like a pig's squeal, at least.

In three years, the pig had grown four horns, each over an inch long.

But its head still looked like a pig's, its four legs unchanged from a pig's, only slightly taller.

Ding Huan patted the pig's head and deactivated the protective array's seals.

Before the Cosmic Pot stood a man and a woman.

They stood calmly before a semi-divine artifact spaceship.

In the Immortal World, possessing a semi-divine artifact implied an extraordinary origin.

The man was at Immortal Emperor, Late Stage; his Dao resonance surged powerfully. Ding Huan glanced at him once and knew this fellow was slightly stronger than Ji Yi.

Ji Yi was among the top Immortal Emperors in the Dao Corridor—this man was even stronger. Who had he come from?

The woman was also an Immortal Emperor, but only Mid Stage. Her features were lovely, her skin like snow, a red silk ribbon circling her body, giving her an air of celestial grace.

But in Ding Huan's eyes, it was just showing off.

That ribbon was her artifact—wasn't it supposed to be worn on the body?

"Huh…" The man's gaze had been fixed on Ding Huan, but when he saw the pig beside him, he let out a surprised exclamation.

"Just now, was it you two who attacked my flying artifact without cause?" Ding Huan's voice was cold.

These two must be relying on their strength, not giving a damn about others.

"You're right—we attacked your flying artifact. We like it. I'll give you ten thousand superior-grade immortal crystals. Sell it to us." The woman's tone was haughty.

Her once somewhat ethereal appearance instantly became grotesque and repulsive because of those words.

The man said nothing, his gaze still fixed on the pig.

"I, Ku Wang, was the one who attacked your flying artifact just now. Don't worry—I won't harm you if you hand over the artifact. Of course, I'm also taking your beast companion."

Every word I, Ku Wang, speak is binding—I will never go back on my word…"

What answered him was not Ding Huan's reply, but Ding Huan's fist.

Ding Huan burst out of the Cosmic Cauldron, raised his hand, and punched straight out.

He'd seen plenty of arrogant bastards—Zuo Shanxi was very arrogant.

But Zuo Shanxi's arrogance had conditions—he knew exactly who he was being arrogant toward.

If he met someone he couldn't afford to provoke, he ran faster than anyone else.

Once he knew he could handle it, he dared to go to the Dao Academy and extract a Semi-God Vein—and even dared to go to the Immortal Surveillance Office and extract a Semi-God Vein.

Though he was Zuo Shanxi's enemy, Ding Huan still admired this kind of arrogance.

If you have no strength, or don't even know who your opponent is, what's the point of being arrogant?

Ding Huan had never seen such arrogance before—these two hadn't even tested their opponent's strength, yet they thought they could easily overpower him.

What kind of divine technique is this?

Has their long-standing invincibility made them believe the peak combat power of an Immortal Emperor at the Late Stage is theirs alone?

With their strength, they truly rarely encountered opponents in the Void.

"Bold…"

Ku Wang, seeing Ding Huan dare to strike first, flew into a rage.

In his eyes, he had already given Ding Huan tremendous face.

In the Moon Travel Realm, when the Ku family says to spare an opponent's life, it's a great favor.

Ku Wang himself was a man whose word was law—no one dared ignore him. This was confidence forged over countless years.

Ku Wang also punched toward Ding Huan.

Boom!

The Dao resonance of his punch exploded in the Void. Ku Wang felt as if a massive planet had crashed down—his domain, beneath this colossal planet, was like a soap bubble.

Crack! Crack!

Sharp, crisp sounds shattered through the air.

Ku Wang's heart was filled with utter horror. He frantically retreated, for he knew clearly—that was the sound of his arm shattering.

Boom!

Blood mist sprayed everywhere. Ku Wang recoiled, while the woman standing before him turned to blood mist under Ding Huan's punch.

As Ding Huan had predicted, the woman never had the chance to summon her colorful sash from start to finish.

"You…" Ku Wang stared at Ding Huan in terror.

Not only was Ding Huan's strength terrifyingly strong—he had actually killed Ku Qier.

But Ding Huan gave him no chance to catch his breath. He stepped forward and punched again.

"Puff!"

Before the punch even reached him, Ku Wang spat a jet of blood. He frantically burned his lifespan, his entire body turning into a bloodline and vanishing.

Boom!

Ding Huan's punch struck the Void, sending ripples cascading through it.

Escaped?

Ding Huan stared at the spot where Ku Wang had vanished. He thought he should also learn an escape technique—just in case of emergencies, he could flee.

He raised his hand and retrieved the semi-divine artifact, letting it land on the Cosmic Cauldron. He looked at the black pig beside him, lost in thought.

Ku Wang seemed to recognize this thing.

"How about I name you Yi Jie? Just one thing to remember—whatever I tell you to remember, you remember. Understood?"

Ding Huan stared at the stupid-looking beast.

Yi Jie didn't seem to understand what Ding Huan meant. He looked up at him blankly.

Ding Huan sighed helplessly:

"Forget it. Since you can't even understand words, when you grow bigger, I'll stew you. I've eaten a lot of pork, but I've never tasted pork with four hooves."

"Ooooh…" Yi Jie seemed to understand now, letting out several loud oinks.

"Then your name is Yi Jie. Got it now?"

Yi Jie nodded frantically—he clearly understood, he was just pretending not to.

Ding Huan turned and walked toward the Cosmic Cauldron. He planned to check the Three Thousand Great Dao techniques and see which escape technique suited him best.

At that moment, streaks of light appeared in the distant Void.

Immediately, over a hundred ships burst forth, surrounding Ding Huan in the blink of an eye.

Ding Huan's divine sense had already scanned Ku Wang—he'd destroyed one of his arms, yet he'd summoned help so quickly.

That didn't make sense—this place was nowhere near any settlement. Where did he summon these people from?

Ding Huan's divine sense swept outward. Soon, he spotted a colossal warship rapidly approaching him.

These hundred ships were clearly launched from that colossal warship.

Their main goal was to prevent him from escaping.

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