Chapter 731

Wen Jiyue was not in the Upper Divine Lands, but she had heard more than once about what Ding Huan did in the Three Divine Lands.

Because of her connection to Ding Huan, the Qinglei Shendao Sect in the Lower Divine Lands was virtually untouchable by any other sect.

If this were not the center of the Cycle Dao's rhythm, even if Zuo Jue were a Divine King of the Upper Divine Lands, he would never have dared suggest Wen Jiyue surrender the center of the Qinglei Umbrella.

As the sect leader of the Upper Divine Lands, he too feared Ding Huan.

Think of Gongyang Rong, sect leader of the Tiandaoshen Sect, and Ling Li, grand master of the Jueying Shen Ge—where are they now?

If he had ignored Ding Huan, he would have already stepped forward to condemn Wen Jiyue.

The reason he stepped forward now is because his life and death hung in the balance.

Every day for the past few days, several people have perished—all cultivators who lingered at the edge of the Qinglei Umbrella.

If he stayed at the edge any longer, the next one to have his life force stripped away by the Death Dao's rhythm might be Zuo Jue himself.

"Younger Brother Ding…"

Wen Jiyue looked at Ding Huan with excitement, her tone hesitant.

She didn't know whether it was appropriate to call him "Younger Brother" anymore—his reputation and cultivation were far beyond hers.

But she was used to it, and deep down, she had never regarded him as an outsider.

Ding Huan smiled: "Sister Jiyue, long time no see. If the Lower Divine Lands are unbearable, you can go to the Three Divine Lands and rebuild the Qinglei Shendao Sect."

Seeing Ding Huan's genuine smile, Wen Jiyue felt warmth in her heart.

Ding Huan was still the same Younger Brother Ding—he hadn't changed because of anything.

For a sect from the Lower Divine Lands to rebuild in the Three Divine Lands was nearly impossible.

Because no one would permit it.

Even if you knew several sect leaders of the Upper Divine Lands, it wouldn't matter.

Yuan Qing interrupted: "That's right—if Sect Leader Wen wishes to establish a sect in the Upper Divine Lands, leave it to me. I guarantee I'll find a location you'll be satisfied with."

As Yuan Qing spoke, nearly every sect leader present in the Upper Divine Lands voiced their agreement.

"Yes, I also believe the Qinglei Shendao Sect can establish itself in the Upper Divine Lands…"

Zuo Jue quickly chimed in.

His face was pale—he still hadn't answered Ding Huan's words.

It wasn't that he dared to ignore Ding Huan; it was that he dared not answer.

"Will you leave on your own, or shall I throw you out?" Ding Huan's gaze settled on Zuo Jue.

"Younger Brother Ding, I was wrong—I shouldn't have asked Sect Leader Wen…"

Ding Huan raised his hand and reached for Zuo Jue.

Though Zuo Jue was a Divine King at Layer Two, under the Death Dao's rhythm, his power was reduced to less than one-tenth.

Ding Huan's power had always far surpassed Zuo Jue's, and here, within his own domain, his strength remained untouched.

Zuo Jue helplessly watched Ding Huan's hand seal approach, unable to resist in the slightest.

Ding Huan seized Zuo Jue with his Qi hand seal and hurled him out.

Before the stunned gazes of all present, Zuo Jue's life force visibly withered, turning to dust and bone in an instant.

For someone who had survived by scavenging others' scraps yet dared to demand their bowl, Ding Huan didn't even bother to explain.

Everyone fell silent; Yuan Qing and several other sect leaders twitched in their expressions.

A peak powerhouse of the Upper Divine Lands had died so easily, so simply.

They now knew without doubt: Ding Huan was the ancient ancestor Huan, the one who had merged with the Dao.

He had merely been playing the fool all along.

"Do any of you have teleportation talismans to get out?" Ding Huan asked, as if he had done something trivial, utterly unconcerned.

If these people couldn't teleport out, he'd help them.

"I have one teleportation talisman—it can transport us to the outer edge of Dao Xu Street," Yuan Qing said quickly.

"Can it carry everyone here?"

"Yes. But the Dao rhythm here is too terrifying—the talisman may not activate."

"Then don't worry. You'll begin teleporting shortly. Sister Jiyue, retract the Qinglei Umbrella."

Wang Wang Zhenjiu, sect leader of the Dayan Shengdao Sect, gasped: "Younger Brother Ding, you cannot retract the Qinglei Umbrella—if you do, everyone will perish…"

Yuan Qing opened his mouth to agree.

Ding Huan waved his hand: "It's fine."

Wen Jiyue didn't even ask—she simply retracted the Qinglei Umbrella without hesitation.

They didn't trust Ding Huan; she did.

Back in that dark space of Dao Xu, when so many couldn't escape, didn't Ding Huan lead them all out?

The moment the Qinglei Umbrella retracted, every heart in the group leapt.

A few instinctively reached for their defensive treasures, though they knew such items were useless, still driven by some subconscious urge to act.

Soon, they realized—they were unharmed.

At that moment, all understood: this was Ding Huan's domain.

Ding Huan's domain could remain untouched beneath the Death Dao's rhythm, blocking even this terrifying deathly aura—how powerful he must be.

Some sect leaders silently marveled: truly, the human ancient ancestor Huan—his domain was this formidable.

No wonder he crushed the divine race and forced them to seek peace.

Yuan Qing activated his teleportation talisman; it slowly bloomed into clusters of Bai Mang.

Because so many were to be transported, the talisman took longer to activate.

"Master Yuan, the divine race now has almost no strong cultivators left. If I return late, tell Emperor Hou Hen to help me establish a sect on the former divine race's territory—the sect's name will be Lanxing Sect."

Ding Huan felt it was a pity to waste such a vast expanse of the Divine Clan's territory; he might as well establish a Blue Star Sect. Besides, his people couldn't keep training in Liyin Divine Valley forever.

"Master Huan, rest assured—I guarantee this task will be completed." Yuan Qing subconsciously regarded Ding Huan as a He Shen Ancestor.

Ding Huan pulled out a jade slip and tossed it to Yuan Qing: "This is the cultivation scripture of the Blue Star Sect. Deliver it to Emperor Hou Hen. He's waiting outside—explain everything to him."

Saying this, Ding Huan turned to Wen Jiyue: "Sister Jiyue, the Lower Divine Lands are no longer safe to reside in. If you're going to establish the Qing Lei Shendao Sect, you might as well build it on the former Divine Clan's territory."

Wen Jiyue nodded.

If she weren't the sect leader of the Qing Lei Shendao Sect, and if the Qing Lei Shendao Sect weren't passed down from her father, she would have unhesitatingly joined Ding Huan's Blue Star Sect.

"Sister Jiyue, tell Qu Yi to stay and cultivate in the Blue Star Sect." After giving this instruction, Ding Huan activated a teleportation rune—a flash of Bai Guang swept up over a hundred people and vanished.

Ding Huan's divine sense detected the ripples in the teleportation space—it was indeed heading toward Dao Xu Street.

He had merely instructed Yuan Qing.

As for Shu Ziche, Xian Wushang, Pu Zhijian, and others, Ding Huan didn't need to instruct them—they would surely help Emperor Hou Hen establish the Blue Star Sect.

No single word, no single character, no single detail is missing!

In fact, even without their help, Ding Huan didn't care.

Emperor Hou Hen and Leng Qingdie were true Pretender Sage-level experts.

In this shattered realm of the Three Divine Lands, they could nearly eradicate the entire Divine Realm.

After saving Xian Wushang and the others, Ding Huan didn't leave immediately—he began setting up various defensive arrays, the Divine-Imprisoning Array…

Earlier, he had nearly perished and couldn't deal with the traitorous one; now that he was unharmed, how could he let that traitorous tree remain in his world?

It ate his food, drank his qi, and took it as its due—Ding Huan could only say the tree had delusions.

His divine sense settled into his consciousness universe, and he found the aura of Po Jie Dao unchanged in the slightest.

Sure enough, within his own world, Po Jie could not ascend.

Ding Huan opened his palm, and Po Jie landed in his hand—then he was astonished to find the surrounding killing aura and boundless death qi being sucked into Po Jie.

Po Jie's aura strengthened noticeably.

Indeed, it could only ascend outside.

Ding Huan placed the long blade aside and directed his divine sense toward the hollow willow.

He could feel the willow still frantically absorbing all life force and fortune from his consciousness universe.

What the hell is this?

Ding Huan opened his palm again, and the Life-Death Mirror landed beside him.

As Ding Huan scattered several void array runes, boundless death qi was drawn in by the Life-Death Mirror and stored within.

There's no life force here, but storing some death qi is still better than nothing.

Moreover, this death qi carries the aura of the Death Path—few can resist it.

While Po Jie Dao and the Life-Death Mirror swept up killing and death qi outside, Ding Huan prepared to extract the hollow willow.

But the instant he moved to act, he sensed something was off.

This hollow willow is an ancient spiritual root—if it escaped after emerging, what then?

Should he move it into the Five Elements World?

While Ding Huan was still pondering, he was stunned to find himself standing inside his own consciousness universe.

This wasn't a divine thought—it was his physical body?

Ding Huan stared, dumbfounded, at his own vast universe—he had cultivated to this day and had never heard of anyone entering their own world.

Cultivators who reach World God can carve out a world.

But that world can only hold inanimate objects.

Only after reaching above Divine King can a few cultivators store a fragment of their soul within their world.

But that's only a soul fragment—no cultivator has ever entered their own space-world with their physical body.

You can cultivate a world, but you cannot enter it.

This is a paradox.

Ding Huan confirmed repeatedly—he had truly entered his own consciousness universe.

He had shattered this universal understanding.

After a long while, Ding Huan calmed his inner excitement.

His consciousness universe was a new universe formed by the fusion of his Consciousness Dao universe and the world he had condensed.

Because of the fusion, his world contained mountains, rivers, and celestial landforms.

Even though these mountains and rivers were still forming, the soil had truly solidified.

Ding Huan stepped on the ground—it was real.

He stepped to where Xing Jia stood: "Old Jia…"

Xing Jia also stared dumbfounded at Ding Huan: "How are you able to enter your own consciousness world?"

He meant his physical body, because he was certain this was not the Primordial Spirit—and he had seen no Primordial Spirit within Ding Huan's consciousness.

This was not Ding Huan's divine thought—it was Ding Huan's actual body entering the consciousness world.

"Take a look at what's outside…" Ding Huan lifted Xing Jia's spatial seal.

"Death Path aura?" Xing Jia's tone was surprised, yet not truly shocked.

"Aren't you astonished?"

"It's just the Death Path aura released by the Minor Death Art—nothing special." Xing Jia said casually.

What truly stunned him was how Ding Huan could enter his own consciousness world—he couldn't fathom it.

At his level, one's own world can house a presence—but not one's physical body.

(End of Chapter)