Chapter 771: Return to the Land of the Three Gods

"What a huge misunderstanding." Ding Huan's divine essence hand seal pressed harder.

Zhenlun could even hear the sound of his own bones breaking; he held back his voice and said urgently:

"I was delivering that top-grade fire-attribute divine spirit vein. I failed to trade it to you last time, so this time I've prepared to give it to you."

Though he said so, Zhenlun did not actually take out that top-grade fire-attribute divine spirit vein.

In his thinking, as long as Ding Huan wanted this divine spirit vein, he wouldn't make a move against him.

Even if Ding Huan's strength crushed him, he still couldn't easily open his world.

"Oh, my things I'll take myself…"

While speaking, Ding Huan's hands traced seal after seal in the void, and the laws woven through space were peeled apart one by one.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Ding Huan almost in the span of a single breath tore open a spatial world.

This time not only was Zhenlun stunned, every single person present was shaken to the core.

Ding Huan could tear open the world of a late Quasi-Saint powerhouse out of thin air—and that Quasi-Saint was still alive. What kind of concept was that?

It meant Ding Huan's control over the laws of this universe had reached the extreme; such a person was unquestionably a top-tier powerhouse without even needing to think about it.

Their group of people didn't know life from death, to actually try to rob such a powerhouse.

"Daoist Friend Ding, spare me…"

Zhenlun sank completely into despair.

He didn't want to die; he still wanted to become powerful—more powerful.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have staked everything on trying to swallow up everything Ding Huan had.

But unfortunately, after Ding Huan swept away everything in his world, a ball of flame had already wrapped around him.

In the span of a single breath, the Zhenlun who had been so ferociously imposing a moment ago dissolved into nothingness.

Silence fell all around; everyone understood that Zhenlun's body and soul had both been annihilated.

Great Emperor Jueyuan's face was somewhat pale; he was still instinctively retreating.

Ding Huan's strength far exceeded his estimate.

"Everyone, you came here to intercept my flying ship—could it be you wanted to waylay and rob me?" Ding Huan's gaze swept across the crowd, his tone flat.

Great Emperor Jueyuan hurriedly said, "Absolutely not. It was Yi Han who recognized Daoist Friend Ding and the flying ship; we came to invite Daoist Friend Ding to the Dao Court as a guest."

Ding Huan frowned. "Is that so. I thought everyone was here to celebrate my proving the Dao of Saint, and to deliver gifts. Looks like I was mistaken."

"Right, right, we are here precisely to deliver gifts. If Daoist Friend Ding doesn't have time to visit the Dao Court, we'll just present our congratulatory gifts to you right here."

The Buddhist Sect's Buddha Lord, Long-Ear Ding Ding Guangxian, called out eagerly.

Ding Huan looked at this fellow speechlessly; he had long heard that this fellow had no bottom line.

Today he finally saw it for himself—this fellow's dictionary probably didn't even contain the word "bottom line."

The Buddha Nation's Venerable Suo Gu, who had always been at odds with the Buddhist Sect, saw that Ding Ding Guangxian had started chatting with Ding Huan, and quickly took out a ring and handed it to Ding Huan:

"Daoist Friend Ding, if it hadn't been for you back then, I would have long since perished in the Eternal God Abyss. This is a small token from our Buddha Nation; please kindly accept it."

Ding Huan's divine sense had already landed inside the other's ring: three top-grade divine spirit veins, ten high-grade divine spirit veins, and a million high-grade divine crystals.

"Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"

Ding Huan snorted coldly, and suddenly the Calamity-Breaking Blade on his back swept out a curtain of blade shadows.

Sensing the aura of death brought by the Calamity-Breaking Blade, Venerable Suo Gu's face changed drastically; he very much wanted to immediately charge out of Ding Huan's domain.

But Ding Huan's domain had locked onto him; he simply didn't have the slightest room to resist.

"Puh!" Under the Calamity-Breaking Blade, a burst of blood mist exploded.

The moment Venerable Suo Gu was killed, his world was torn open by Ding Huan.

As Ding Huan swept away everything in his world, he didn't forget to say, "Although everyone is here to deliver congratulatory gifts, I'm not a pauper either. Don't insult me with things meant to brush off a beggar."

One slash—just one slash—and the Buddha Nation's most famous Venerable Suo Gu was killed; even Buddha Lord Piyuan sucked in a cold breath.

But before he could speak, Ding Huan's gaze had already fallen on him.

How would Buddha Lord Piyuan still dare to say that Ding Huan had already taken Venerable Suo Gu's things?

He eagerly took out a round bead and handed it to Ding Huan: "Daoist Friend Ding, this is a small token from our Buddha Nation; please accept it."

Ding Huan's divine sense landed on that round bead.

It was a True Spirit World, and the world had been managed quite decently.

Inside there were two Dao Fruit Trees, as well as patches of divine spirit herb gardens.

The grades of the divine spirit herbs were all not low.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Ding Huan collected this True Spirit World and said with a smile, "That's just perfect."

Buddha Lord Piyuan let out a breath of relief.

And the rest of the people who had seen Ding Huan kill Venerable Suo Gu and tear open his world no longer dared to casually fob Ding Huan off with some random thing.

Even Great Emperor Jueyuan suffered a major hemorrhage, taking out a hundred top-grade divine spirit veins, plus a Heaven-Tier treasure.

Ni Cangxing also took out a ring and handed it to Ding Huan.

Ding Huan laughed heartily and directly returned Ni Cangxing's ring: "Dao Lord Ni, last time when I got the Fire Origin Bead from you, I already took a huge advantage of you.

If I were to still take things from you today, wouldn't that be slapping my own face?"

Ni Cangxing was overjoyed; hearing Ding Huan's words, he knew Ding Huan had already counted him as a friend.

It meant that the favor of his earlier warning to Ding Huan through Dao Sound had been accepted by Ding Huan.

Although the gifts had been received, since Ding Huan hadn't spoken, none of the group dared to leave casually.

Ding Huan looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone may leave now."

Hearing this sentence from Ding Huan, only then did everyone truly let out a breath of relief.

Given the strength Ding Huan had displayed earlier, he could have easily instant-killed them all.

Now that Ding Huan told them to leave, none were willing to stay.

Just as everyone prepared to depart, Ding Huan's next words made one among them startle.

"Ding Guangxian, wait before you go."

Chang'er Ding Guangxian felt a chill run down his back; though he was the master of the Buddhist sect, his strength was no greater than Wu Zha's.

He recalled how Wu Zha had once offended Ding Huan, and his heart began to tremble.

"Ding Daofriend, is there something you wish to instruct?" Ding Guangxian asked cautiously.

Ding Huan asked: "Why are you the master of the Western Teachings? Where are the Two Western Saints? Even ignoring the Two Western Saints, which among the other powerful ones isn't stronger than you?"

"What merit or virtue do you have to become the master of the Western Teachings?"

Though Ding Huan's tone was mocking, Ding Guangxian dared not anger him, and replied carefully:

"Only a few decades after the Dao Ancestor departed, they felt they could not attain higher realms within the Dao Court, so they left one after another."

"Why did you stay here?"

Ding Guangxian nearly wept, thinking: Do you think I don't want to leave? But no one took me with them.

"This… I lack ambition, so I simply stayed behind to promote the Buddhist Dao…"

Ding Huan looked at the man and knew he had been abandoned.

He guessed the Buddhist sect had wanted this man to remain and preserve their legacy here.

Without asking, Ding Huan could tell Chang'er Ding Guangxian was merely an outsider.

"Alright, go."

Ding Huan waved his hand; he knew someone like Ding Guangxian, an outsider, could not reveal anything.

After everyone had left, Ding Huan turned to Ni Cangxing and said:

"Ni Daozhu, I believe staying in the Dao Court holds no future for you. If you trust me, come with me to the other side."

"The God-Abandoned Land?" Ni Cangxing stared at Ding Huan in surprise.

In the God-Abandoned Land, one cannot even cultivate to the God-Union stage—what use is going there?

Though the Dao Court is mediocre, at least one can still attain a pseudo-Sage.

Ding Huan nodded: "The cosmic rules of the God-Abandoned Land are indeed more broken, but they are broken, not incomplete.

The Dao Court's rules, though more complete, are missing many essential parts—broken and incomplete are entirely different concepts.

You saw it yourself: just now, I effortlessly crushed two pseudo-Sages. Frankly, the pseudo-Sages here are vastly weaker than those outside.

It's not that the cultivators here lack talent; it's the cosmic rules that have crippled them—the Great Dao is incomplete, so their strength is naturally crippled.

As for the God-Abandoned Land you speak of, I intend to repair it after I attain Sagehood. If you come with me now, you can still secure a good Dao foundation.

Once more people go to the God-Abandoned Land, the best Dao foundations will be seized."

Ding Huan had seen the pseudo-Sages of Dunyi Divine Realm—they were far stronger than those of the Dao Court.

Ni Cangxing fell silent.

It wasn't that he disbelieved Ding Huan.

Great strength and repairing an entire realm were two entirely different things.

Even if Ding Huan had the ability to repair the God-Abandoned Land, it would take millions or tens of millions of years.

That assumes Ding Huan could even attain Sagehood.

And Ding Huan himself had just said: the Dao Court's cosmic rules are incomplete—in the Dao Court, one cannot attain true Sagehood.

If one cannot attain true Sagehood, how can one speak of repair?

"Thank you, Ding Daofriend, but I still wish to remain in Jiehe. Jiehe is the place I've spent my entire life cultivating—I simply cannot abandon it."

Without much hesitation, Ni Cangxing declined Ding Huan's invitation.

Ding Huan laughed heartily: "Then, until we meet again."

After bidding farewell to Ni Cangxing, the Cosmic Cauldron shot swiftly toward the Eternal God Abyss.

He had been gone many years; before leaving, he asked Emperor Hou Hen to help establish the Lanxing Sect—how had Emperor Hou Hen done?

The Cosmic Cauldron moved so fast that in barely over a day, it arrived at the territory of the Divine Clan in the Three Divine Lands.

The Divine Clan originally residing here had been slaughtered by the Dao Court's powerful ones.

The few remaining Divine Clan cultivators were then slaughtered again by the human cultivators of the Three Divine Lands.

At this point, there were almost no Divine Clan cultivators left in the Three Divine Lands.

Even if any remained, they lived in hiding, concealing their identities.

As soon as Ding Huan's Cosmic Cauldron arrived in the Three Divine Lands, his spiritual sense detected a plot of land enclosed by boundaries.

He didn't need to ask—he knew this must be the location Emperor Hou Hen had chosen for the Lanxing Sect.

This territory spanned a full one to two million li—larger than the Lanxing Academy he had established in Dunyi Divine Realm.

The Shanfeng stood tall; within, pavilions, towers, sect halls, plazas, cultivation towers, and more were all built beautifully and thoroughly.

What surprised Ding Huan was that not a single person was present…

No—rather, except for one woman guarding the sect entrance, no one else was there.

Above the sect, even the name "Lanxing Sect" was absent.

This was odd—he had left behind the Xiao Yuzhou Technique's legacy, the sect was built—so why wasn't its name displayed? Why no disciples recruited?