Chapter 772: Establishing the Sect

Ding Huan put away the Cosmic Pot and landed at the entrance of Luozaile Sect.

A woman guarded the sect's entrance; when she saw Ding Huan approaching, she immediately tensed and stared at him.

She could sense that her modest cultivation was nothing before Ding Huan.

"Elder, what brings you here?" the woman asked cautiously, afraid of offending this powerful figure.

Ding Huan pointed at the sect behind her: "What are you doing here? What is this place?"

The woman hurriedly replied: "This is Lanxing Sect."

Ding Huan continued: "If this is Lanxing Sect, why is there no one inside? And why is there no name outside the sect?"

The woman hesitated, then said: "I don't know either. I only heard that Lanxing Sect is not recognized by the Three Gods Lands, so it cannot recruit disciples."

Lanxing Sect is not recognized by the Three Gods Lands?

Ding Huan sneered inwardly—the Three Gods Lands were nothing but a broken ruin.

Their own rules were shattered beyond repair, yet they refused to recognize his Lanxing Sect?

His Lanxing Sect establishing here was giving the Three Gods Lands honor, not the other way around—this abandoned place giving his sect prestige.

Seeing Ding Huan's expression darken, the woman spoke carefully:

"After Lanxing Sect was built, Emperor Hou Hen inscribed the three Dao-character characters 'Lanxing Sect,' but their Dao-essence dissipated completely soon after.

Emperor Hou Hen then had Elder Leng write them—but the result was the same: the Dao-essence vanished without a trace."

When the Dao-essence disappeared, the characters could not remain.

Ding Huan frowned—could the sect's name not be written here?

If true, then this place truly refused to acknowledge Lanxing Sect.

Ding Huan looked up at the sky above Lanxing Sect and found nothing amiss; he decided he would write the sect's name himself later.

Ding Huan studied the slightly dark and thin woman before him—her cultivation was at the early stage of World God.

From her aura, she had clearly wandered the void for a long time.

Though she spoke to him with great caution, her words carried an indescribable wariness:

"Who are you? Why are you staying here?"

The woman quickly answered: "Disciple Ku Ya, guarding the mountain gate."

"Ku Ya?" Ding Huan thought of Ku Xinren.

That surname was rare.

"Are you a native cultivator of the Divine Abandonment Lands?"

Ku Ya shook her head: "No, I come from another cosmic dimension. During the Cosmic Cataclysm, I barely escaped death and wandered the vast void.

Until recently, I met my Ku ancestral elder—he guided me to this place."

"Is your Ku ancestral elder Ku Xinren?" Ding Huan's lips curled with mockery—the old bastard was good at running.

Though he bore no deep grudge against Ku Xinren, he simply disliked the old man.

Ku Ya replied anxiously:

"Yes. My Ku clan offended a powerful being in another cosmic dimension; that being used the Great Dao technique of Bloodline Tracing and nearly exterminated our entire bloodline…"

Ding Huan was internally stunned—eradicating an entire bloodline across a cosmic dimension? That being was absurdly powerful.

Even with his Great Gene Destruction Art, he could only wipe out a single star-land's lineage.

"How do you know this?"

"My Ku ancestral elder told me—I was warned not to return to our original world, or I would surely die," Ku Ya said, her voice trembling.

She also harbored resentment inside.

Those worthless Kus had brought ruin upon themselves—and now she couldn't even find a safe place to cultivate, constantly fearing her enemies would kill her. What kind of fate was this?

"Then why are you here?"

Ku Ya answered: "I heard stories of Elder Ding of Lanxing Sect and deeply admired him, so I wished to join Lanxing Sect.

When Lanxing Sect was being built, I helped here. After its completion, however, it could not be formally established.

Emperor Hou Hen needed someone to guard the sect; among many candidates, I was chosen, so I stayed at Lanxing Sect."

Ding Huan nodded. Ku Ya's account was simple, but this matter was surely not so simple.

With his prestige in the Three Gods Lands and the vast scale of Lanxing Sect he had built, many would have competed for this position.

That Ku Ya emerged victorious meant she possessed exceptional ability.

Ding Huan walked to the sect entrance, gazing at the unactivated sect grounds, then stepped into the void.

Ku Ya, who had been watching him closely, instinctively moved to stop him—then realized she was nothing more than an ant before him.

To stop him would be suicide.

Ding Huan hovered in the void, raised his hand, and inscribed four Dao-character words: Lanxing Academy.

"Lanxing" represented his origin; "Academy" represented the place of his transmission.

As soon as the four characters "Lanxing Academy" were written, they blazed like brilliant stars, standing firm above the sect.

The once ordinary sect instantly gained grandeur and majesty because of these four characters.

Even though the Three Gods Lands' fortune had been continuously crumbling, the moment Ding Huan wrote these four characters, the crumbling fortune surged wildly toward them.

Ku Ya's emotions shifted from confusion and shock to excitement.

She understood now—who this person was: the master of Lanxing Sect… no, now it was Lanxing Academy's master, Ding Huan, had returned.

Emperor Hou Hen could not write the sect's name; Elder Leng could not write it—but Master Ding Huan returned and effortlessly inscribed "Lanxing Academy."

This proved that only the master's Dao was recognized and accepted by this star-land.

Her choice had been correct.

Ding Huan gazed at the four Dao-character words "Lanxing Academy," infused with his own Dao, and felt deeply satisfied.

If he could not write the sect's name, he would unhesitatingly abandon the Three Gods Land.

Now that he had written the sect's name—"Lanxing Xuegong"—Ding Huan understood one thing.

That was why Emperor Hou Hen could not write the characters "Lanxing Sect": not because the Three Gods Land rejected Lanxing Sect, but because a powerful being from the Divine Clan remained here, preventing Lanxing Sect from establishing itself here.

Ding Huan had set his sights on this place; the Divine Clan also had someone who coveted it.

But the other side, fearing him, dared not cause trouble while he wrote the sect's name.

Ding Huan was certain that once he left this place,

before long, the four characters "Lanxing Xuegong" would be erased by the other side.

If his guess was correct, Ding Huan could only say the other side had overestimated themselves.

Since he had established Lanxing Xuegong, he would not let the other side have another chance to survive on this star continent.

Ding Huan stood firm in the void and declared loudly: "From today on, the Divine Abandoned Land shall be renamed Lanxing Divine Continent.

I, Ding Huan, establish Lanxing Xuegong on Lanxing Divine Continent. Lanxing Xuegong takes upon itself the duty of repairing the celestial and terrestrial Dao principles of Lanxing Divine Continent and transmitting the vast Dao of the universe!"

Ding Huan's words were sent forth as Dao speech.

To Ding Huan's surprise, the shattered Three Gods Land still resonated with his Dao speech.

At this moment, everyone stared in awe at the direction of Lanxing Xuegong.

The Divine Abandoned Land was universally recognized as a place where celestial and terrestrial rules were shattered; such a place could never resonate with celestial Dao speech.

How could a place where even a Union God could not emerge possibly trigger heavenly Dao resonance?

Yet Ding Huan's words were clearly heard in every corner of the Three Gods Land.

Was this the last glimmer of hope from the Dao of this star continent?

"Has Ding Huan returned?"

In Lyu Yin Divine Valley, Seeing Qu Yi burst out of her cultivation chamber in excitement.

She had already reached World God Early Stage.

Not only Seeing Qu Yi—anyone who knew Ding Huan now rushed toward the direction of Lanxing Xuegong.

Yi Jie and Er Gou charged even ahead of the rest.

Even the Dao Court had heard Ding Huan's Dao speech.

All eyes turned toward the direction of Lanxing Xuegong; Emperor Hui Yuan's expression was complex.

If he could, he naturally wished it were he who had spoken these words, and he who would repair the Divine Abandoned Land and the Dao Court.

If he could accomplish this, he would no longer be the powerless, mocked false sovereign of the Dao Court, but a being revered across the entire star continent.

But he knew this was impossible.

Ding Huan's words were easy to speak, but if he failed to repair the Divine Abandoned Land, the heavenly Dao would retaliate—total Dao collapse was not impossible.

The saying "the ignorant are fearless" might well describe someone like Ding Huan.

Ni Cangxing, Lord of Jie River, also stared in shock at the location of Lanxing Xuegong.

Ding Huan had stirred the heavenly Dao's resonance—could Ding Huan truly repair the Divine Abandoned Land?

Soon he shook his head; Ding Huan could not repair the Divine Abandoned Land.

Because the object needed to repair the Divine Abandoned Land was no ordinary thing, and Ding Huan's cultivation seemed insufficient.

If he could not repair the Divine Abandoned Land, such Dao speech should never be spoken lightly.

Sigh, he wished he had warned Ding Huan.

Too young, still.

Ku Ya clenched her fists in excitement when she saw Ding Huan's Dao speech resonate with the star continent.

If Ding Huan truly could repair this place and turn it into Lanxing Divine Continent, she would no longer wander aimlessly.

While Ku Ya was still exhilarated, Ding Huan's voice reached her ear: "Ku Ya, I will enter seclusion to repair this realm. You will guard me."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Ku Ya's voice trembled; she, Ku Ya—what merit or virtue did she possess to be entrusted with such a weighty task?

Even if she died, she could not betray this trust.

At the same time, she saw in this Sect Master the shadow of Brother Mo.

They were the same kind of people.

Ding Huan raised his hand and tossed out hundreds of supreme-grade spiritual veins, a hundred chaotic spiritual veins, ten supreme-grade starry spiritual veins…

Before Ku Ya even began cultivating, she felt herself engulfed by an overwhelming density of chaotic spiritual energy.

She had always drifted and wandered in the void—where had she ever experienced such a lavish cultivation environment?

Ku Ya dared not cultivate; she did not know what Ding Huan intended with these spiritual veins.

Yet her heart burned with envy—her Sect Master was truly a Sect Master, tossing out so many top-tier resources as if they were nothing.

She had never dared dream of such things.

"You may cultivate too."

Ding Huan's voice reached her ears; Ku Ya eagerly responded, "Yes!"

Standing in the void, Ding Huan took out the Cosmic Membrane and the Cosmic Core. He did not immediately release these two artifacts needed to repair the star continent, but began activating the Great Cosmic Art.

This would be his foundation; Ding Huan would never repair it carelessly.

He had an advantage others lacked—he cultivated the Great Cosmic Art, having fused with hundreds of millions of celestial and terrestrial laws.