Chapter 595

Du Changya quickly realized his mistake and immediately bowed deeply.

"Great Immortal Supervisor, rest assured—I, Du Changya, swear by the Dao: as long as I live in the Pangu Great World, I will spare no effort to protect it and do nothing to harm it."

Ding Huan pulled out a ring and handed it to Du Changya: "This is something I gave to Cang Diyi. If one day Cang Diyi comes here, please pass it on to him for me."

Du Changya accepted the ring with solemn respect: "I will surely do it."

"Alright, then let's part ways," Ding Huan said bluntly as he bid farewell to everyone.

The Pangu Great World held nothing for him to cling to; he hadn't even established his own immortal sect here.

"What kind of immortal beast is this?" In the Cosmic Cauldron, Brother Xingpan stared at Yi Jie beside Ding Huan and asked in surprise.

If not for the four horns on Yi Jie's head, he would've sworn it was just a pig.

"I don't know either—she just happened to follow me." Ding Huan truly didn't know Yi Jie's origins.

Brother Xingpan didn't press further, instead pointing at his own ethereal body:

"Brother, find me a treasure that can house my Primordial Spirit—I'm in a real bind without one."

He knew well that though he was still respected in the Immortal Court, after losing his physical body, few truly remembered him.

That's why, despite the Immortal Court's decades-long search for body-reforming materials, no results have been found.

Ding Huan was different—he was truly his friend.

He was certain Ding Huan would help him find materials to rebuild his body, and that's precisely why he chose to travel with Ding Huan.

Ding Huan pulled out two jade boxes and handed them to Brother Xingpan: "Take a look at these."

Brother Xingpan opened the first jade box in confusion—it contained purple soil.

He recognized this soil: the earth beneath Fen Bao Cliff.

"This material can help me rebuild my body, but it's still missing something…"

Brother Xingpan knew top-tier body-reforming immortal materials were extremely hard to find; if absolutely necessary, he'd settle for this Fen Bao Cliff soil.

Ding Huan snorted: "Old Xing, you're underestimating me. How could I let you rebuild your body with this soil? Look at the other one."

Brother Xingpan opened the second jade box in confusion—and when he saw the fresh, radiant Nine-Colored Void Lotus, he exclaimed: "Nine-Colored Immortal Lotus…"

"What else?" Ding Huan grinned.

Brother Xingpan burst into laughter: "I knew it! That's why you suddenly returned to the Pangu Great World—you heard about my situation and came here specifically to deliver the Nine-Colored Immortal Lotus!"

"You're not wrong. Go ahead and rebuild your body first," Ding Huan replied.

His main reason for returning to the Pangu Great World had indeed been to deliver the Nine-Colored Void Lotus to Brother Xingpan.

Then he wanted to ask Wen Zhixi whether she'd be willing to accompany him to the Semi-Divine Continent.

Second, he intended to retrieve the Devouring Dao Silver.

Only third was he here to search for Chang Yi Continent with Cang Diyi.

Devouring Dao Silver was an excellent treasure—it contained the Bone-Clinging Devouring Dao Law: Hui Qian Law, Devouring Ten Thousand Dao, and once touched, one's Dao would collapse and die.

Nothing was better for ambushing enemies than Devouring Dao Silver.

His own Bone-Clinging Devouring Dao Law was still far from mature—he needed more Devouring Dao Silver to comprehend it fully.

Moreover, leaving Devouring Dao Silver in the Myriad Void Swamps was genuinely dangerous.

"Good. Take my True Spirit World while I rebuild my body," Brother Xingpan said, greatly pleased.

Ding Huan had saved him before—not once.

The first time, he'd already prepared to die, yet Ding Huan still rescued him.

Not only did he save him, he even reclaimed his Emperor's throne for him.

He knew Ding Huan had no interest in the Emperor's position; otherwise, he would've given it to Ding Huan outright.

His only wish upon ascending the Emperor's throne had been to unify the Pangu Great World.

In truth, he couldn't do it—yet Ding Huan, his younger brother, had accomplished it for him, fulfilling his dream.

Now, after losing his body, with a hundred billion cultivators across the Pangu Great Wasteland searching for body-reforming materials, only Ding Huan could help him.

"Don't rush. There's a Semi-Divine Vein inside this ring—take it for your body-rebuilding," Ding Huan handed Brother Xingpan a ring.

Brother Xingpan didn't refuse—he took the ring and entered his True Spirit World.

The True Spirit World transformed into a ring, which Ding Huan then wore on his finger.

Ding Huan sighed inwardly—he'd just helped Ji Luo regain his body, and now he was helping Brother Xingpan.

Clearly, if you needed your body restored, you came to him.

With the Cosmic Cauldron, distances in the Pangu Great World were no more than a step away for Ding Huan.

So Ding Huan decided to pay a visit to the Chiyunu Sect first.

He didn't like this immortal sect.

But he'd promised Gong Yuxin—and no matter how much he despised Gong Yuxin, a promise was a promise.

Upon learning Ding Huan had arrived, the sect leader of the Chiyunu Sect personally came out to greet him.

"Li Zhen greets the Great Immortal Supervisor."

As sect leader of the Chiyunu Sect, Li Zhen had traveled far and wide searching for Wen Zhixi—her only results were scattered rumors about Wen Zhixi's whereabouts.

Her greatest desire was to find Wen Zhixi and deliver her to the Immortal Court, to forge a connection with Ding Huan.

After all, Wen Zhixi was technically a disciple of the Chiyunu Sect.

Unfortunately, her luck was poor: she'd heard rumors, but never laid eyes on the woman.

"Sect Leader Li, may I ask—is Gong Yuxin here?"

Li Zhen froze. She'd assumed Ding Huan had come to the Chiyunu Sect for only one reason: to find Wen Zhixi.

She'd never imagined he'd come to inquire about Gong Yuxin—though Gong Yuxin was the sect's Sacred Maiden, her affair with another man was common knowledge.

Logically, Ding Huan shouldn't have cared for Gong Yuxin at all.

Fortunately, she quickly recovered and said with a touch of sorrow: "Yu Xin has perished. Is there any matter, Lord Li?"

Ding Huan fell silent.

Gong Yuxin was a woman who would sacrifice anything for her goal.

In the end, she met her death and her Dao was extinguished.

"If that's the case, I won't disturb Lord Li anymore." Ding Huan's emotion passed in an instant.

Since Gong Yuxin had perished, he had no need to take out that lantern.

……

Leaving the Chiyunu Sect, Ding Huan turned toward the Shen Yuan Region.

Ding Huan slowed his Cosmic Cauldron as much as possible, yet it took less than an incense stick's time to reach the Shen Yuan Region.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Ding Huan spotted the spot where his hidden immortal array had been breached.

After Wan Zhen Xianjun Ji Cang went missing, no one had been able to repair the hidden immortal array.

Ding Huan flashed his body inside the Shen Yuan Region and restored the outer protective array.

At his current array mastery, the hidden immortal array he set up could not be opened even if Ji Cang returned.

The underground Shenhe within the Shen Yuan Region remained as before, but its qi and fortune overflow had been locked by his Ascension Tower.

Although Ji Cang could come here, his array skills might not even have detected the existence of the Ascension Tower.

After carefully scanning with his divine sense, Ding Huan found no trace left behind by Brother Pingwei and the others.

Brother Pingwei and the others had been here for at least seven years, yet even the Trace-Seeking Divine Art could not recover any Dao resonance echoes.

Ding Huan's divine sense swept out again; the Shenhe appeared only hundreds of zhang wide, stretching a million li.

But this time, Ding Huan's divine sense was vastly stronger than before—last time he was here, he was a Luo Tian Xian; now he was at the seventh layer of the Immortal Emperor realm.

After sweeping across a million li, Ding Huan sensed a faint, elusive Dao resonance ripple.

Was this a natural forbidden formation?

Ding Huan guided his Cosmic Cauldron along above the Shenhe; the million-li distance took only an instant for the Cosmic Cauldron.

The Cosmic Cauldron halted before the faint Dao resonance ripple.

Ding Huan's divine sense seeped through it, like mud sinking into the ocean—no response at all.

He retracted the Cosmic Cauldron and discovered the Shenhe could not draw him in.

He suspected Brother Pingwei and the others had vanished here too—should he go in and take a look?

If he entered here, could he ever return to the Pangu Great World?

Thinking of this, Ding Huan casually forged an immortal puppet.

Then he controlled the puppet to step into the Dao pattern.

The moment the puppet entered, its connection to Ding Huan vanished without a trace.

Ding Huan did not enter—he had a premonition that he could not enter.

He made a simple calculation, but got no result—only a strong sense of danger.

Ding Huan acted decisively; since he could not enter, he turned and left immediately.

What lay within this Dao pattern, he would one day go in and see.

Entering now would not only fail to save Wen Zhixi, but cost him his own life as well.

As Ding Huan turned to leave, the Dao pattern suddenly crossed the distance between them and engulfed Ding Huan.

Ding Huan was stunned—he frantically burned his essence blood, trying to break free.

Reality left him hopeless; when he looked back, he found himself surrounded by utter darkness—he could not escape.

Worse still, he could no longer locate the position of the Dao pattern itself.

Ding Huan forced himself to calm down.

He understood why Brother Pingwei and the others had vanished—they had not entered willingly, but had been pulled in.

The laws of heaven and earth in this space were extremely strange, as if…

When Ding Huan realized what it was, cold sweat broke out on his back.

If he was not mistaken, this must be someone else's space.

Like his own Cosmic Cauldron and True Spirit World.

If someone entered his Cosmic Cauldron, even if their strength far surpassed his, he could easily crush them.

Ding Huan had never imagined that one day he would enter someone else's world.

At this moment, Ding Huan's scalp prickled—he could only cautiously extend his divine sense.

Around him, there was only darkness.

Ding Huan knew clearly: even if he extended his divine sense with utmost caution, the master of this space would sense him.

Ding Huan remained still for a long while—no divine sense fell upon him.

This gave him slight relief; he summoned a simple flying artifact and shot forward.

If fortune awaits, no disaster can be avoided; if disaster comes, no fortune can save you.

An hour later, Ding Huan stopped—he saw a group of people mining ore, each appearing utterly numb…

Ding Huan recalled the thousand-plus cultivators he had once rescued from his True Spirit World, kept as livestock.

Clearly, these miners were also kept as livestock.

Most shocking to Ding Huan was that even the weakest among these thousand cultivators seemed far stronger than Xie Kuangren.

Keeping cultivators as livestock meant this space had a master.

What should he do?

Wait until the master of this space captured him, branded him with a divine sense mark, and forced him to join the mining army?

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