Chapter 766: All Are False Within False

Whether it was the cultivators on the warship or the young man who had just ambushed Ding Huan.

Seeing Ding Huan's body on the verge of collapse, he swallowed a single drop of something and immediately stabilized his physical form, his eyes brightening.

In an instant, five figures surged from the warship, surrounding Ding Huan completely.

Ding Huan exhaled a foul breath.

Only then did he take stock of the five men surrounding him.

Just now, he had been teleported here by a Displacement Talisman, his Dao resonance scattered.

If not for his formidable physical body, that hammer blow would have already shattered him.

It wasn't that the opponent was strong—it was that the timing of the attack was perfect.

Now he finally understood.

The bastard who ambushed him…

Huh? He's a Saint?

No, this is a pseudo-Saint…

Still not right—this guy is only a pseudo-True Saint…

Ding Huan grew more confused the longer he looked; this man's Dao resonance was hollow, his Dao laws false, as if he had faked everything himself—he was probably weaker than even a True Saint.

One of the five surrounding him was also a True Saint; by Ding Huan's earlier assessment, this one's True Saint status was also self-deception, and the rest were merely Soul-Union cultivators.

Could cultivation even involve deceiving oneself?

To deceive even oneself—that's ruthless.

Ding Huan continued studying the one who had ambushed him—why had this man falsified his own Dao?

Such a fraud could never be convincingly mimicked; to someone who cultivated the laws of the universe, it was instantly obvious.

The man had long hair and a handsome face.

He gripped a massive black hammer, his surrounding Dao aura appearing genuine, at least outwardly vigorous and turbulent.

"What did you just swallow?" The young man with the giant hammer fixed his gaze on Ding Huan.

Though asking the question, his Dao momentum had already swept forward, engulfing all space around Ding Huan.

His killing intent surged uncontrollably, ready to strike another blow at any moment.

Yet to Ding Huan, this escalating killing intent was nothing but a joke.

Ding Huan felt his physical body fully stabilized, all injuries gone.

Without hesitation, he summoned the Break-Catastrophe Blade; his form flashed, and the blade became a slash like a celestial chasm, cleaving down from the void.

Only now did the five surrounding Ding Huan realize that though they had appeared to lock his space, they had affected him not at all.

"Space Dao?" Another True Saint stared at Ding Huan, who had suddenly broken free of their confinement, his eyes filled with shock.

This was unquestionably a Space Dao technique.

Understanding and perceiving the Space Dao of one's surroundings was entirely different from wielding that Space Dao to manifest a technique.

The hammer-wielding youth felt every hair on his body stand on end; a chilling killing intent surged from behind him.

He dared not dodge—he still faced the descending blade chasm before him.

It seemed that if he moved, that blade chasm would tear him apart.

How could this man be so strong?

He frantically expanded his domain, his giant hammer crashing down in unison.

Boom!

Dao resonance exploded through the void; the hammer-wielding youth clearly felt his hammer block the Break-Catastrophe Blade's momentum, yet he felt no triumph.

Because the terrifying killing intent had not weakened at all—it had grown even colder.

Wasn't this man merely a Soul-Union cultivator? He was a Saint who had attained Dao—how could he be utterly powerless against a Soul-Union?

In that moment, the hammer-wielding youth lost all will to fight; he strained desperately to break free from Ding Huan's crushing killing intent, but no matter how he struggled, he could not escape.

He could no longer tell which was real—the blade chasm before him or the killing intent behind him.

"Puff!" A spray of blood exploded at his waist, splitting him cleanly in two.

Ding Huan's cold laugh echoed: "I knew it—I was right about you. A gilded spearhead. After all these years of cultivation, I've never seen someone who even deceives himself. You're ruthless."

As he spoke, Ding Huan's hands rapidly formed seals, peeling away the man's world-space Dao laws layer by layer.

His judgment was flawless: this man appeared to be a Saint, but was in truth merely an ordinary True Saint—perhaps even a Soul-Union cultivator with an incomplete Dao.

"Crack!" In an instant, Ding Huan tore open the man's world and pulled out a pile of items.

Seeing these items, Ding Huan was utterly disappointed.

The best thing among them was only a supreme-grade Spirit Vein; everything else was worthless to him.

There were even some low-grade Spirit Crystals.

Was this really a pseudo-Saint? No—a pseudo-True Saint?

"You dare kill me…"

Even as he died, the youth could not believe he had been slain.

Until his last breath, he never understood why Ding Huan had called him ruthless—for deceiving even himself.

Ding Huan turned to face the other five.

The other pseudo-True Saint stared blankly, muttering to himself: "You killed the Seventh Young Master…"

Ding Huan didn't wait for him to finish speaking; his Break-Catastrophe Blade unleashed a storm of blade veils.

Now that he knew these men's cultivations were fake, he didn't even bother engraving arrays or spreading poison.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Streams of blood exploded as the four Soul-Union cultivators, trapped within Ding Huan's domain, could not escape—they could only watch helplessly as his blade veils reaped their lives.

As for their world, Ding Huan truly looked down on it.

Only the pseudo-ascended saint stared at Ding Huan, pale-faced—Ding Huan didn't just dare to kill, he truly killed.

Feeling trapped by Ding Huan's death domain, he dared not move or speak.

"Speak—why did you ambush me?" Ding Huan fixed his gaze on the pseudo-ascended saint before him.

"I didn't ambush you—it was the Seventh Young Master who ambushed you!" The ascended saint finally realized: Ding Huan meant to kill him, and it would take only a wave of his hand.

"Is there a Star Continent nearby?" Ding Huan heard the man mention the Seventh Young Master a second time—this meant a massive Star Continent must be nearby; otherwise, where had the Seventh Young Master come from?

The ascended saint quickly shook his head: "No. The Great Saint single-handedly seized control of a Void Rule Island—we can only survive on this rule island."

"Who is the Seventh Young Master to the Great Saint?" Ding Huan had begun to piece things together.

These fools had found no Star Continent at all—this proved that after the Great Calamity, even shattered rule divine realms like the Three Gods Lands were exceedingly rare.

Otherwise, why would the Great Saint expend such immense effort to control a Void Rule Island?

Ding Huan knew what a Void Rule Island was—it was quite rare.

It carried its own set of rules, drifting through the Void.

Yet even the Three Gods Lands lacked complete cosmic rules—how much less a mere Void Rule Island?

Thus, those who emerged from this Void Rule Island had hollow, unstable cultivation.

Had his body not been at its weakest when the Break-Position Talisman teleported him, and had that pseudo-ascended saint not struck him with a hammer, he wouldn't have been hurt.

It was a waste of one drop of Cosmic True Essence.

This pseudo-ascended saint, whose own cultivation was equally hollow, now saw that Ding Huan was not to be trifled with—his initial shock had merely been due to the Great Saint's longstanding aura of dominance.

On the Void Rule Island, the Great Saint was heaven itself. For Ding Huan to kill the Great Saint's adopted son was to court death, death itself.

Now understanding his situation, his tone grew even more deferential:

"The Great Saint has one hundred and eight adopted sons. Pu Qi is merely one of the Great Saint's one hundred and eight adopted sons."

"But Pu Qi has attained the Saint realm, and the Great Saint holds him in high regard, so he permitted Pu Qi to venture out seeking Law Worlds…"

"Wait—you say you're searching for Law Worlds?" Ding Huan immediately asked in astonishment.

He hadn't expected someone living and cultivating on a Void Rule Island to even know of Law Worlds.

Not only that—he was actively searching for them.

Even he had never seen a Law World—what kind of skill did this Great Saint possess?

"Have you found any Law Worlds yet?"

"We've already found three."

"How do you take away a Law World?"

"We can't take them away. We only use the Great Saint's Array Discs to lock them in place, then wait for the Great Saint to handle them."

"Show me the Array Disc." Ding Huan extended his hand.

He had found no Array Disc on the Seventh Young Master—so if one existed, it must be on this ascended saint before him.

Seeing Ding Huan's hand, the ascended saint indeed pulled out an Array Disc and handed it over.

Gazing at the Array Disc in his hand, Ding Huan's eyes sharpened.

When he first saw these pseudo-cultivators, he hadn't taken them seriously—and thus hadn't taken the Great Saint seriously either.

But this Array Disc in his hand was unquestionably a top-tier Saint Dao Array Disc.

The one who forged such a disc must have cultivation exceeding at least the Ninth Transformation Saint level.

Yet this Array Disc was a Five Elements Array Disc—it could only bind Five Elements Law Worlds.

"What if you encountered a Space Law World or a Time Law World?"

The ascended saint quickly replied: "Our strength is insufficient to locate Space Law Worlds or Time Law Worlds."

"What level is your Great Saint?" Ding Huan did not return the Array Disc—he stowed it away.

"He has surpassed the Saint realm."

"Which Transformation Saint?"

"Ah… what do you mean, 'which Transformation Saint'?"

Upon hearing Ding Huan ask about Transformation Saints, the pseudo-ascended saint was utterly clueless.

Clearly, he had no concept of Saint Transformations—just as Ding Huan himself had once been.

If this man didn't know, then Pu Qi, the Great Saint's adopted son, didn't know either.

This Great Saint seemed a hypocrite—he taught only half-truths and illusions.

He didn't even teach basic Dao principles.

The Dao he taught his fake sons was utterly false—even their attainment of Sainthood was a deception.

"What is your Great Saint's name? Where is he from?" Ding Huan already felt contempt.

The pseudo-ascended saint answered cautiously: "I heard the Great Saint once visited the Middle Universe. His name is Min Yuan."

"Is he currently refining a Law World?"

"He should be. The Great Saint's Dao is boundless—only he can refine Law Worlds. For this reason, he constantly laments his adopted sons' inadequacy—he always hopes they'll one day stand on their own and refine Law Worlds…"

The pseudo-ascended saint spoke carefully, terrified of offending Ding Huan by accident.

Ding Huan sneered inwardly: You teach false Dao—your fake sons refining Law Worlds? That's absurd.

"Come. Take me to your Great Saint."