Chapter 692

"Old Ji, aren't you usually sharp? How did you end up like this?" Ding Huan couldn't help but scoff.

Ji Luo chuckled: "Before you speak, why don't you look at yourself? Aren't you in the same predicament? At least I can still survive—you probably won't."

Ding Huan's heart stirred, then he grinned: "Old Ji, you survived thanks to the Three Thousand Great Dao, right? Don't forget—the scrolls of the Three Thousand Great Dao are on me now."

Ji Luo froze, then cursed loudly.

He really had survived thanks to the Three Thousand Great Dao.

The one who captured him dared not kill him, because he occasionally unleashed a Great Dao divine art.

"My old generosity back then ended up as arrows shot straight into my own head. You little bastard, stealing my chance to live!" Ji Luo pressed his forehead.

Ding Huan suddenly walked over to Ji Luo, slapped his shoulder: "Old Ji, stick with me, Ding Huan—you've got nothing to fear."

Ji Luo stared at Ding Huan as if seeing a ghost: "You—you can move?"

When he came in, every meridian in his body was sealed, and his soul sea was sealed too.

Not even a single hair could move.

Later, they allowed him to move his hands only because he was honest and always cooperated when teaching the Three Thousand Great Dao.

Ding Huan coldly said: "That bastard dared to lay hands on me, Master Huan Ye—I'll make him understand why the flowers are so red."

"Young brother, I knew you'd have a way—quickly, release my restrictions. Young brother, you're heroic and extraordinary, surely you can turn the tide, in one fell swoop…"

"Shut up—who was the little bastard just now?" Ding Huan looked down on Old Ji with contempt.

Ji Luo laughed awkwardly: "Young brother, we've shared life and death—think back to when…"

Ding Huan slapped Ji Luo's body a few more times; all the restrictions on him vanished, and Ji Luo fully regained mobility.

"Old Ji, after all these years, you're still only at the Godlord realm?" Ding Huan sensed Ji Luo's cultivation level and sneered.

Ji Luo growled: "Do you think I want this? In less than thirty years, I've already restored to the Godlord realm—that's impressive enough."

"But fate is unpredictable—I got snatched here by this old bastard. Sigh…"

"Who is this guy?" Ding Huan asked.

He had already used the Great Cosmos Art to construct a Zhou Tian and confirmed there were no surveillance divine arrays or divine senses probing here.

"I don't know. I only know he's extremely powerful. He seems trapped here too, but he's desperate for my Three Thousand Great Dao."

"If he's trapped here, how did he capture me?" Ding Huan asked in surprise.

Ji Luo's tone turned grave: "Even in my prime, I wouldn't be his match. He's likely beyond the Semi-Sage level—he captured you with nothing but a single thought-art."

"Don't be fooled by his confinement—he could kill you and me with just a thought, as easily as flipping a palm."

"Thought-art?" Ding Huan heard this term for the first time.

Ji Luo nodded: "That's it—I don't know where he learned it. Don't you feel like you're bound by a massive net and dumped here? Then your meridians and soul sea got sealed?"

"Yes."

"Actually, that's just an illusion. The giant net isn't real—it's a divine art called the Yi Luo Soul Net."

"You're vastly weaker than him. You were caught and trapped by this thought-formed net, and you mistook it for something real."

"Incredible—it's not even among the Three Thousand Great Dao," Ding Huan marveled.

Ji Luo chuckled: "I used to think all great divine arts were within the Three Thousand Great Dao. Later, I realized they're just a fraction of the vast universe's true arts."

Ding Huan fell silent—he'd been captured here by a thought-art.

"Don't worry—he won't bother you now. He's in cultivation. You've got at least three hours before he acts."

Three hours?

Ding Huan's divine sense seeped outward, but soon found his divine sense blocked.

"Useless—you won't detect him," Ji Luo spoke up as he saw Ding Huan preparing to probe.

Ding Huan ignored Ji Luo and kept observing his surroundings.

The stone chamber's exterior was entirely sealed by restrictions, and being inside it brought an overwhelming sense of peril.

First step: leave this stone chamber.

The chamber's restrictions were likely beyond Level Seven Divine Restrictions, but they'd been left unattended for countless years, never maintained.

Clearly, the one who captured Ji Luo looked down on him—didn't take him seriously at all.

Ding Huan's array art had already become self-contained in Liyin God Valley; now, using the Great Cosmos Art's Zhou Tian, he incorporated the stone chamber's restrictions into it.

One by one, the array patterns and laws quickly became perceptible to Ding Huan.

In less than an hour, he located the core of the stone chamber's restrictions.

He continuously carved array patterns, one after another; in less than half a stick of incense, he wrapped the core.

When he confirmed there were no issues, Ding Huan summoned his long blade…

"Don't act—"

Ji Luo, seeing Ding Huan prepare to force his way out, cried out urgently—but Ding Huan ignored him and slashed with the blade.

Crack!

A sharp, crisp crack echoed—and the stone chamber split open. Ding Huan stepped out in one stride, landing outside.

Ji Luo, seeing Ding Huan burst out, hurriedly followed him out.

They stood on a pitted meteorite, surrounded by shattered meteorites of all kinds; a kilometer away, everything was blurred.

"Old Ji, you're always boosting the enemy's morale and crushing your own. That guy's nothing—how else did we get out? Sometimes, don't let fear paralyze you."

Ji Luo fell silent. He wanted to argue, but the fact was—Ding Huan had dragged him out of that stone chamber.

And he'd been trapped inside it for hundreds of years.

Ding Huan's actions were clearly too loud.

The blurred area a kilometer away slowly sharpened—and a man seated cross-legged on a red boulder appeared before Ding Huan and Ji Luo.

In one see/p>

The man's long hair fell down, already landing on the red giant rock.

A long face, with two eyes perched on the forehead, looking somewhat abstract.

"Oh? Some skill indeed—not only can you break free from my Yiluo Perception Net, you can also walk out of my stone prison." The long-haired, long-faced man gave a startled hum, his divine sense falling on Ding Huan, yet he did not strike immediately.

Ding Huan's divine sense swept over the man as well; he could not figure out why this fellow was bound here in the first place.

Still, if his divine sense could not scan it out, he still had the Spirit Eye.

His Spirit Eye was currently at the peak of the ninth tier of the Heavenly Eye; although it had not yet reached the Holy Eye level, it could already vaguely see this fellow bound all around by faint, indistinct patterns.

"A Spirit Eye too?" The man let out another startled hum, seeming to take a greater interest in Ding Huan.

"You're a prisoner locked up here—what right do you have to hum and haw in front of me?"

Ding Huan sensed the threat the other posed to him and felt that the distance between them now should be safe.

In terms of strength, he was indeed far inferior to the other.

This fellow was locked down by restrictive patterns that even divine sense couldn't scan; he simply couldn't get close, so there was no need to worry.

He refused to believe the other could pin him down using only divine sense and spiritual will techniques.

The instant Ding Huan finished speaking, another great net descended.

In the blink of an eye, space was no longer under Ding Huan's control. Having been locked once by this great net, how could Ding Huan be locked again?

If he were locked and tossed back into the stone hut, he could still get out.

But if this old thing sent him right next to the man, wouldn't that be a death sentence?

He had escaped that stone hut once; the old fellow definitely wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Ding Huan's first move was not to summon his long blade, but to extend his own domain.

Sure enough, beneath his domain space, he could move freely.

The reason he had been locked by the other's Yiluo Perception Net earlier was that he had been completely unguarded.

Upon sensing he could move, Ding Huan summoned his long blade and slashed down in one stroke.

This slash of Ding Huan's fused the Grand Void Flame; when it chopped into the great net, it let out a series of sizzling sounds.

Then the great net shattered and vanished into nothing.

"That's it?" Ji Luo stared dumbly at the Yiluo Perception Net that Ding Huan had slashed into nothing with one stroke, and said two words in disbelief.

"Old Ji, don't underestimate this Yiluo Perception Net. The reason I could slash it apart in one stroke is that I understand this net. Otherwise, even if you were a bit stronger, you might not necessarily be able to chop it apart." Ding Huan patted Ji Luo.

This net really wasn't simple. Ding Huan could slash it apart because he had touched upon the Law of Space.

Don't be fooled by this seemingly ordinary spiritual will technique—it actually fused multiple layers of spatial composition.

If one didn't understand spatial techniques, even if one could move within one's own domain like Ding Huan, one would still end up locked by this spatial great net in the end.

If locked by this spatial great net and brought to the long-faced man's side, it would be little different from being doomed.

Having touched upon spatial techniques, Ding Huan only needed to find the node of the Law of Space, and with one easy slash he tore this spatial great net apart.

The reason he had fused in the Grand Void Flame was to prick the other's consciousness sea.

Sure enough, the moment Ding Huan tore apart the other's spatial great net, a twisted expression appeared on the long-faced man's face.

"Indeed some skill—you've even touched upon the Law of Space." The long-faced man's tone actually carried a hint of appreciation.

Ding Huan said, "As long as Grandpa Huan doesn't get close to you, what can you do to me?"

"As long as you're here, sooner or later I'll catch you again." The long-faced man was clearly not one to suffer a loss willingly.

Ding Huan laughed heartily: "Grandpa Huan can improve every day here. Wait till Grandpa Huan advances to Divine King—do you think you'll survive, or will I?"

Old Ji, take me to find the Starry Sky Spirit Vein—there must be one in here.

"So it's you…" Hearing Ding Huan's words, the long-faced man pointed at Ding Huan, his eyes filled with fury.

(End of chapter)