Chapter 770: This Is Ironclad

"So it's him," said Zhen Lun, lord of Jin Guanghai, a hint of hidden ferocity creeping into his cornered gaze.

If he doesn't tear Ding Huan into a thousand pieces today, he has no right to be lord of Jin Guanghai.

During that deal, Ding Huan had repeatedly slapped his face.

He got not a single thing he had desired.

Today, he won't just kill Ding Huan a thousand times over—he'll take the Cosmic Heart, the Void Nirvana Gold, and the Cosmic Essence too.

Emperor Yuan continued:

"Ding Huan is extraordinarily cunning. Now that he's trapped here, something unusual must have happened—he can't possibly be paying attention right now."

"My suggestion is we keep setting up sealing arrays to completely block every escape route. Otherwise, like last time, we won't even get a chance to strike."

Emperor Yuan's words struck a chord with everyone.

Last time, when Ding Huan suddenly teleported away, they truly had no chance to act.

If not for Wu Zha's remaining tricks, they would have lost not only the Wood-attribute supreme-grade Spirit Vein but gained nothing at all.

They knew well Ding Huan's cunning—he had already prepared escape measures long before the deal.

So when he vanished, they had no idea where to intercept him.

Even today, they still cannot cross the Eternal God Abyss to enter the God-Forsaken Land.

"Hahahaha…" A booming laugh, resonating with divine Dao resonance, echoed forth.

The laughter pierced straight through the outer protective array of the Cosmic Cauldron and penetrated deep into the Cauldron itself.

"Ni Cangxing, what do you mean by this?" Zhen Lun glared furiously at the laughing man.

The man stood over two meters tall, with fiery red hair and a body wreathed in murderous aura.

Clearly, he was a killing madman.

He was none other than Ni Cangxing, Lord of Jiehe, the most infamous executioner of the Dao Court.

Not only Zhen Lun glared at Ni Cangxing with hostility—everyone else did too, waiting for him to explain.

Ni Cangxing had laughed so loudly, his voice infused with divine Dao resonance, flooding into the Cosmic Cauldron.

This was clearly a warning to Ding Huan—telling him he was surrounded.

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Ni Cangxing continued unafraid, projecting his voice through divine Dao resonance: "I, Ni Cangxing, have killed many, but I never kill those who've shown me kindness."

"This matter has nothing to do with me—I will not join your siege against Brother Ding."

A fat, big-headed monk standing beside the Buddhist Holy Master Ding Guangxian chuckled: "Ni Cangxing, no need to keep sending messages to Ding Huan."

"You and Ding Huan merely traded—he gave you his Cosmic Essence for a Fire Origin Pearl. Frankly, you got the worse end of the deal. Don't call him your benefactor—laughing so hard you'll lose your teeth."

"Wu Zha, I don't need you, this fathead, to lecture me on what I do," Ni Cangxing sneered.

His tone showed not the slightest respect for the Buddhist sect.

In the Dao Court, the Buddhist Kingdom and the Buddhist Sect had never ceased their rivalry.

At first, the Buddhist Kingdom held the upper hand.

Later, as powerful figures emerged within the Buddhist Sect, the Kingdom fell into decline, nearly wiped out.

But as rumors spread that the Dao Court's rules were incomplete and true sainthood unattainable, the Buddhist Sect's strongest began leaving the Dao Court.

Developing the Western Teaching was important—but one's own Dao was far more vital.

With its strongest figures departing, the Western Teaching, representing the Buddhist Sect, fell once more into decline.

Consider this: even Chang'er Ding Guangxian could become the Holy Master of the Western Teaching—how weak the Buddhist Sect must be.

Now, the Buddhist Kingdom and the Buddhist Sect are nearly evenly matched, neither superior to the other.

Ni Cangxing openly mocked Wu Zha, who seethed inwardly but could do nothing.

After all, Ding Guangxian, the supreme master of the Western Teaching in the Dao Court, stood right here—and even he couldn't touch Ni Cangxing. What could Wu Zha do?

"Enough," Emperor Yuan interrupted their bickering. "Brother Ni, since you refuse to join us, we won't force you. Let's continue coordinating…"

What he desired most was not the Cosmic Essence, but Ding Huan's Cosmic Heart.

…

Ding Huan, who had long sensed something was wrong, desperately wanted to awaken.

But the boundless Dao resonance of the Character Dao kept pulling him deeper, compelling him to forge one new talisman after another…

Only when Ni Cangxing's Dao-resonant voice pierced his perception did Ding Huan suddenly snap back to awareness.

He looked at the piles of materials and stacks of talismans around him—cold sweat broke out on his back.

Unconsciously, he had been lost in the Dao resonance of the Eternal Life Talisman for over a hundred years.

Worse, he had used up every precious item he owned to forge talismans.

Even the Void Nirvana Gold, Chaos Stone, and Luck Stone had not been spared.

This was terrifying. The Eternal Life Talisman, refined and floating before him—he knew he wasn't merely low in cultivation; he had been ensnared.

Staring at the Eternal Life Talisman, wreathed in Dao resonance, Ding Huan frowned slightly.

Why?

Though gradually regaining composure, he still felt an overwhelming urge to keep forging talismans.

He raised his hand and cast dozens of sealing arrays, then tossed the refined Eternal Life Talisman into his Cosmic World—only then did his divine sense sweep outward.

Seeing a group of Dao Court acquaintances discussing how to attack his Cosmic Cauldron, he didn't even bother to think—he immediately withdrew his divine sense.

To him, these pseudo-saints meant nothing at all.

He didn't even bother preparing.

Seeing these people meant he had returned to the vicinity of the Three Divine Lands.

But Ni Cangxing—that man carried heavy murderous aura, yet Ding Huan didn't regard him as anything special.

But he never expected this guy could repay kindness by using Dao sound to jolt him awake.

In fact, he had given Ni Cangxing little in return; Ni Cangxing's rescue of his son's Cosmic True Essence was not a free gift, but a trade for the Fire Primordial Pearl.

Ding Huan ignored the pseudo-Saints outside and fixed his gaze once more on the mountains of talismans piled around him.

As he frantically forged talismans, he continuously tangled with the Dao rhythm and laws of the Eternal Great Talisman.

Over time, he very well might…

Ding Huan's spirit trembled.

This was trying to turn Ding Huan into the Talisman Spirit.

The Eternal Great Talisman lacked a Talisman Spirit, so it lacked sentience.

To make Ding Huan the Talisman Spirit of the Eternal Great Talisman, the first step was to fuse him with its hundreds of millions of Talisman Dao laws; the second step was to make him capable of forging hundreds of millions of talismans.

Instantly, murderous intent surged in Ding Huan's heart.

The Eternal Great Talisman was certainly an existence beyond Primordial Artifact level.

But could a treasure without a Talisman Spirit turn its cultivator into the Talisman Spirit?

Ding Huan didn't believe it himself.

Even if the Eternal Great Talisman had a Talisman Spirit, it wouldn't let him sink into its hundreds of millions of Talisman Dao laws.

So someone must be scheming.

There was something within the Eternal Great Talisman he couldn't perceive.

He was currently at the Pretender Saint realm; if he couldn't sense its presence, then its former realm was likely at the level of Lao Jia.

Haha, controlling Ding Huan to become the Talisman Spirit of the Eternal Great Talisman, then using it to restore its power?

What a clever plan.

But even if Ni Cangxing hadn't used Dao sound to wake him today, he believed he would have awakened eventually.

He cultivated the Great Cosmic Art.

The Great Cosmic Art fused hundreds of millions of laws.

The Talisman Dao laws of the Eternal Great Talisman numbered countless billions, yet after sinking into them, his comprehension speed was instantaneous.

No matter how many Talisman Dao laws the Eternal Great Talisman held, they would eventually run out.

Once he comprehended all the Talisman Dao laws, with no new ones left to grasp, he would naturally awaken.

So this trick might work on others, but not on Ding Huan—don't even think about it.

His spiritual sense fell again upon the Eternal Great Talisman wrapped in his Cosmic Sea, and Ding Huan decided not to touch it for now.

He would seek the truth after attaining Sainthood.

Ding Huan rose to his feet, swept his hand, and drew away the millions of talismans wrapped around the Cosmic Cauldron.

Without the Talisman Dao curtain and the millions of talismans' Dao rhythms,

the Cosmic Cauldron revealed its true form.

The many factions that had just agreed to besiege the Cosmic Cauldron hadn't even begun their attack when they saw the Cosmic Cauldron return to its original appearance.

Then Ding Huan stood upon the deck of the Cosmic Cauldron.

"Gentlemen, long time no see," Ding Huan said, utterly unconcerned.

Zhen Lun, Lord of Jin Guanghai, stared at Ding Huan, his eyes blazing with golden light.

He knew that if he captured Ding Huan, he would strike it rich.

He possessed a Creation Talisman; if he activated it the instant he seized Ding Huan…

Zhen Lun stopped thinking further—he feared that if he thought any longer, he'd lose his chance entirely.

He wasn't the only one watching Ding Huan.

Zhen Lun lunged straight at Ding Huan, his figure like lightning.

Even though Zhen Lun moved swiftly, the others sensed his intent.

Whether it was Emperor Kuiyuan, the Buddhist Saint Master, or the Buddha King of the Buddhist Realm, all were shocked and furious.

Was Zhen Lun trying to monopolize this?

Before they could charge toward Ding Huan, they saw Zhen Lun suspended in midair.

His neck was gripped by a Divine Origin handprint, like a groundhog hanging by its neck from a crooked tree—ridiculous.

Emperor Kuiyuan was the first to halt his advance.

He stared at Ding Huan in terror.

That Divine Origin handprint belonged to Ding Huan.

Ding Huan had seized Zhen Lun, Lord of Jin Guanghai, with a single handprint—how strong was his power?

Even if Zhen Lun was weak, he was still a Pretender Saint.

Kuiyuan himself was a Saint, but he knew well the watered-down nature of his own Sainthood.

He understood better than anyone else that there were no true Saints in the Dao Court.

Ding Huan had effortlessly bound Zhen Lun with his domain and then crushed his neck with a handprint—his power far surpassed Kuiyuan's by a great margin.

"Ding Daofriend, long time no see…" Kuiyuan awkwardly clasped his fists, then retreated cautiously.

Ding Huan ignored Kuiyuan and turned to Zhen Lun, whose neck was gripped by his Divine Origin handprint, and asked:

"What were you so eager to come over for just now?"

"Ding Daofriend, it's a misunderstanding—a complete misunderstanding."

Zhen Lun broke into cold sweat.

He was utterly terrified.

What kind of power is this?

He had not yet reached Ding Huan when a powerful domain bound him, and he watched helplessly as Ding Huan used the Divine Qi Hand Seal to grip his throat.

In the Dao Court, someone could casually bind him and clamp his throat to subdue him—how could this be merely strong?

This was strength beyond measure.