Chapter 735

Ding Huan slashed the Ru Lun Dao Bei with Dahan Yi Dao, and immediately felt the aura locking onto him rapidly dissipate—he knew his judgment had been correct.

That terrifying oppressive sensation also vanished.

Ding Huan paid no heed to the white-bone man's threats; his domain surged wildly outward as the Po Jie Dao swung again.

"Crack!" The white-bone man's Ru Lun Dao Bei was once more shattered into dust by Ding Huan.

"Stop!" The white-bone man cried out urgently.

He could not leave—not only because he had spent hundreds of thousands of years here to construct the Six Paths of his Dao of Reincarnation, but also because he could not abandon this Chaotic Treasure.

The reason he had chosen this place to construct the Six Paths of his Dao of Reincarnation.

One reason was that after the Great Cataclysm, nearly all cosmic continents with slightly higher heavenly laws had been destroyed.

Finding a celestial continent with hundreds of billions of cultivators was truly difficult.

Second, few knew that in this broken corner of the heavenly laws, a Chaotic Treasure still remained.

This Chaotic Treasure was the Yong Shen Lun.

But this Chaotic Treasure had been split—the wheel and the core had fallen into two separate locations.

He had never been to where the Yong Shen Lun Wheel lay, but he could sense it was still on this celestial continent.

To refine the Yong Shen Lun, the first step was not to seek the Yong Shen Lun Wheel, but to refine the Yong Shen Lun Core.

The Wang Shen Ti Hai was the Yong Shen Lun Core—this fact was known only to him.

Because he had personally witnessed the Yong Shen Lun being blasted apart, and then spent ten thousand years to find this hidden corner.

Though somewhat ruined, the heavenly laws here were still viable, and more importantly, there were many cultivators—meeting the conditions he needed to construct his Six Paths.

The Wang Shen Ti Hai contained the Yong Shen Devouring Law, which was perfect for constructing his Six Paths.

That was why he chose this place and had remained hidden until today.

He believed the timing had matured—now was the moment to construct his Six Paths and refine the treasure.

But this fool Ding Huan had suddenly appeared—unafraid of his Death-Ending Dao Rhythm, and had destroyed the Ru Lun Dao Bei he had spent years building.

If he could, he would have long since devoured Ding Huan bite by bite.

But if he left his constructed Reincarnation Pool, all his prior efforts would be wasted.

Ding Huan truly stopped.

After shattering the Ru Lun Dao Bei, he realized that as long as he did not enter the white-bone man's domain, the man could not attack him.

Or perhaps due to some restraint, he dared not attack.

To strike the white-bone man, he must enter the man's domain.

So he needed a plan—to kill the opponent without putting himself in danger.

"Esteemed Dao Friend, we have no prior grudge. Why do you arbitrarily obstruct my Dao and destroy my path? This is excessive."

The white-bone man spoke in a grating, wind-leaking voice; remembering his situation, he forced himself to calm down.

Ding Huan began carving void array patterns.

He could now carve Level Nine Divine Array patterns—though he might not trap the opponent, he could at least delay him.

Though Ding Huan knew full well he was likely wasting his effort.

After all, a single Void-Breaking Talisman could let him escape; a World-Breaking Talisman would let him leave effortlessly.

It was simple for such a powerful cultivator to possess a World-Breaking Talisman.

Yet by constructing these arrays, he could also sense any Dao Rhythm fluctuations from the opponent.

Ding Huan laughed bitterly—this trash had used Death-Ending Dao Rhythm to obliterate the Three Gods Region and slaughtered hundreds of millions of innocent cultivators.

And yet he had the audacity to claim no grudge with him? What filthy cesspool had this thing crawled out of?

But Ding Huan knew clearly—saying these words was meaningless.

Because in the eyes of those obsessed with their Dao, anything beneficial to their path was justified—even if a whole realm perished, or even if a universe was destroyed, it mattered little.

This man before him was such a creature; so too was Xing Jia, trapped in his mind-universe.

"I'm in a good mood—so what? You uncomfortable? If you're uncomfortable, come bite me." Ding Huan spat, mentally calculating whether the Mu Drum could affect this thing.

Soon Ding Huan shook his head—his cultivation gap with the opponent was too great.

Even if the man's power had plummeted to terrifying levels, the Mu Drum likely still couldn't disturb his mental state.

One misstep, and he'd be doing the enemy's work for him.

The white-bone man's hollow eyes shifted from Ding Huan's Po Jie Dao to Ding Huan's Life-Death Mirror.

He could tell that both the Po Jie Dao and the Life-Death Mirror were top-tier treasures.

Especially the Life-Death Mirror—it was now violently devouring the Death-Ending Dao Rhythm he had laid.

He watched, his heart bleeding.

This Death-Ending Dao Rhythm was what he used to construct his Six Paths of Reincarnation—too much absorbed by the Life-Death Mirror, and he'd have to re-establish the Death-Ending Dao.

"Esteemed Dao Friend, I am Wu Liang, and I truly wish to condense my Dao here. If you do not obstruct me today, I will surely offer you something worthy."

The white-bone man spoke a few more words; his voice was now clearer.

Obstructing another's Dao was an eternal, unforgivable enmity.

But Ding Huan acted as if he hadn't heard the words about obstructing the Dao—he had heard only the part about being offered something satisfying.

Though he could open his opponent's world, he knew he could not open this old bone's world.

The cultivation gap was simply too vast—just as he could not open Xing Jia's world either.

Otherwise, he would have torn open Xing Jia's world long ago—why let this trash linger in his world, barely clinging to life? "What do you have?" Ding Huan asked calmly.

"I have some Dao Crystals, and some treasures…"

Ding Huan cut him off: "Dao Crystals? What's that worth? Dao Veins, maybe."

The white-bone man suppressed his fury—if not for his Dao of Reincarnation and the Chaotic Treasure, he would have left right now. Someday, he would turn this ant into a puppet and make it suffer endlessly.

"I have no Dao veins." White Bone took a deep breath, struggling to calm his anger.

Since stepping into Sainthood, this was only the second time he had been so angry at a junior.

When did a junior dare to be so arrogant in front of him, Wuliang?

Ding Huan, however, nodded: "Looking at the state of you, only a few bones left, I doubt you have anything good. Fine, bring over a hundred million high-grade Dao crystals, and also hand over the Great Death Art…"

Wuliang was so angry he nearly choked: "Do you know what a hundred million high-grade Dao crystals means? I only have a hundred low-grade Dao crystals to give you.

Besides, I don't have the Great Death Art either, but I do have one damaged scroll of the Lesser Death Art."

"Let me take a look." Ding Huan said lightly.

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A ring was abruptly tossed out and landed in Ding Huan's hand.

This was Ding Huan's Zhou Zhou Zhou Tian; a hidden divine sense within the ring was immediately caught by Ding Huan.

Ding Huan pretended not to know, and with a sweep of his divine sense, the ring vanished.

He had already seen clearly that inside the ring were indeed a hundred low-grade Dao crystals.

Though they were low-grade Dao crystals, the clear aura of the Great Dao's rules—even a single sweep of divine sense—made Ding Huan feel extremely comfortable.

"The stuff is given to you, we can leave each other alone now, right?" Wuliang said calmly.

Ding Huan said lightly: "You destroyed my home, slaughtered innocent cultivators of my Star Land, leaving me with nowhere to exist. What do you think?"

Ding Huan only hoped this guy would run now, then he'd send a Dahan Yi Dao over.

This space had been laid out by him with all kinds of defensive prohibitions, void array patterns—as long as the opponent didn't use talismans, they would definitely be blocked for a moment.

Now he felt he couldn't enter the opponent's domain, but that wasn't merely the opponent's domain.

Having been secretly cultivated by the opponent for so long, it might very well have already formed a Reincarnation Great Dao Pool.

If it was the opponent's Reincarnation Great Dao Pool, he feared that entering would truly open up the Six Paths' rules for the opponent's Reincarnation Great Dao.

Wuliang didn't seem angered by Ding Huan's words, his tone still flat:

"You go against your own Dao oath; aren't you afraid of backlash from the Great Dao?"

Ding Huan sneered: "With just those few tricks of yours, you still want to plant a Dao oath while I'm speaking?"

Wuliang wanting to use words to affect Ding Huan's Dao heart was completely useless.

Sensing that Ding Huan was not easy to deal with, Wuliang felt some irritation in his heart.

He absolutely could not leave this place.

If Ding Huan never left, were they just going to remain deadlocked here?

As for Ding Huan saying he destroyed his home, wantonly slaughtering innocent cultivators here—in Wuliang's eyes that was nonsense, an excuse.

He didn't believe Ding Huan would care about such things.

The reason Ding Huan said this was simply to get more benefits.

"What exactly do you want?" Wuliang knew that if he didn't satisfy Ding Huan's appetite, Ding Huan probably wouldn't leave here.

Watching the Death Qi being wildly swept over by the Life-Death Mirror, Ding Huan felt even more confident.

He could hold out here for thousands of years; this Wuliang definitely couldn't afford to hold out.

"I said a few things and you can't produce any of them. How about you hand over the Reincarnation Dao Scroll you cultivate?"

Ding Huan truly wanted the Reincarnation Dao Scroll in his heart.

The Reincarnation Dao Scroll was the Great Reincarnation Art.

Obtaining the Great Reincarnation Art would add another Great Dao cultivation method to his Three Thousand Great Daos, perhaps a Great Dao divine ability.

Wuliang felt helpless: "This fellow Daoist, I truly don't have the Reincarnation Dao Scroll. If I did, I wouldn't mind letting you browse through it."

Ding Huan's face turned very ugly: "You don't have this, you don't have that—on what grounds do you make demands? Have you no shame?"

Wuliang knew clearly that without producing something, Ding Huan absolutely would not leave.

He slowly waved his hand bones, and a space appeared above him.

There were at least a dozen or so magic treasures in the space.

These magic treasures had flowing Dao rhymes; none of them were simple.

As for top-grade divine artifacts, there were none.

The worst was also an Acquired Spirit Treasure.

Or magic treasures for special purposes.

Ding Huan actually saw a Wine-Brewing Stone Mortar—this was a top-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure.

According to the information he obtained from the leather scroll, this Wine-Brewing Stone Mortar could brew the finest top-grade Great Dao wine.

Just as Ding Huan was wanting the Wine-Brewing Stone Mortar, his mind nearly failed to suppress its fluctuation.

What did he see?

In the corner of this pile of magic treasures, there was a bow.

That was definitely the Heaven and Earth Bow.

The Heaven and Earth Bow has three arrows; he already had one Falling Star Arrow on him.

(End of this chapter)