Chapter 783: The Nightmare That Bound Ding Huan

Ding Huan stood before a natural concealment grand array, which turned out to be a great Dao array coexisting with the Dao Ruins.

The array's principles perfectly merged with the laws of heaven and earth, showing not the slightest hint of discord.

This great Dao array not only possessed concealment abilities, but also defense and attack capabilities.

To be honest, if Shu Ziche hadn't told him about this place, he truly wouldn't have found it so easily.

Ding Huan raised his hand, and Yi Jie landed beside him.

"Master Huan, don't leave me stranded in the world again—I can be a huge help to you! Er Gou says I have the curse of bad luck, and I'll surely aid you."

As soon as Yi Jie appeared, he loudly proclaimed his abilities to Ding Huan.

Ding Huan pointed at the hidden divine array before him: "If you're so capable, open this array."

Yi Jie immediately froze, dumbfounded: Array? What array is here?

He couldn't even detect it.

"Stand aside." Ding Huan waved his hand at Yi Jie.

If this had been before, even if Ding Huan had attained Sainthood, opening this concealment array wouldn't have been easy.

Now that Ding Huan had repaired the Blue Star Divine Land, this protective array—even though within the Dao Ruins—still lay within Blue Star Divine Land's domain, and the laws of heaven and earth were crystal clear to his perception.

Ding Huan now needed only to deploy dozens of array flags to easily open this protective array.

But Ding Huan did not retrieve those flags; instead, he drew Po Jie Dao and slashed downward with one stroke.

The furious blade qi erupted and instantly fused with the laws of heaven and earth of the Blue Star Divine Land.

Ding Huan clearly sensed Po Jie Dao's momentum continuously rising.

Boom! Waves of powerful blade intent surged forth, elevating the blade's power to a higher tier.

Crack!

The natural grand array before him was instantly torn apart by Po Jie Dao, revealing a vast space.

What delighted Ding Huan wasn't that he had shattered the array with a single slash, but that Po Jie Dao had ascended—from a Superior Divine Artifact to a Supreme Divine Artifact.

This was the result of Po Jie Dao absorbing the heavenly and earthly killing momentum after Ding Huan repaired the Blue Star Divine Land, transforming quantity into quality.

Four figures burst forth, appearing before Ding Huan.

Ding Huan paid no attention to the four figures; instead, he stared at the space before him, deeply astonished.

He had never imagined the Dao Ruins contained such an ideal cultivation ground.

The laws of heaven and earth here were even more refined than those of the Blue Star Divine Land he had repaired…

How was this possible?

The Dao Ruins existed within the Blue Star Divine Land—how could their laws of heaven and earth be more complete?

Ding Huan quickly understood what was happening.

In this place stood a destiny-rule grand array.

Whether man-made or naturally formed, this destiny-rule array somehow absorbed the destiny and vitality of an entire realm to empower this location.

Continuously refining its laws of heaven and earth.

Thus, even as the laws of heaven and earth in the former Three Divine Lands deteriorated, these laws here remained intact—like the Dao Court, yet even stronger.

How could Ding Huan allow such a place to exist?

"What is your meaning, friend? Attacking our protective array?" A cold, chilling voice rang out.

Ding Huan looked at the speaker—a tall figure wrapped in a veil of illusory mist, obscuring his face and Dao aura.

At first glance, he looked like a nightmare.

Through the fluctuations of the surrounding laws of heaven and earth, Ding Huan sensed the man was a Second Transformation Saint.

The discovery that a true Second Transformation Saint still existed within the Dao Ruins shocked Ding Huan deeply.

The man's cultivation technique was also strange—just one glance made Ding Huan feel as if he were about to suffer a nightmare.

This meant the man's Dao was tied to dreams.

Ding Huan ignored the man's words and turned to the other three.

The one on the far left was a short man, whose cultivation level was also a Second Transformation Saint; his gaze was scattered, and Ding Huan suspected he was still lost in thought about something else.

Even after their protective array was shattered, he was still thinking of something else—Ding Huan admired his mindset and thick nerves.

Or perhaps he simply didn't take Ding Huan seriously at all.

His gaze shifted to the man and woman on the far right.

The man was handsome and elegant, tall and slender—a true beauty.

He stared at Ding Huan without speaking, but his eyes brimmed with murderous intent.

Then he looked at the woman…

Ding Huan felt a surge of awe.

He was stunned by the woman's beauty.

She was simply too beautiful—every detail was flawless.

Even the most critical person standing before her could find not a single flaw.

Usually, such a perfect woman would feel distant, untouched by mortal warmth.

Yet this woman gave him a sense of closeness and gentleness.

All four were Second Transformation Saints, yet Ding Huan felt no retreat—only a fierce battle lust surged within him.

This was the Blue Star Divine Land—his domain. He refused to believe he could lose.

"If that's how it is, don't blame me for acting…" The nightmare-like man opened his palm, and a golden pagoda appeared in his hand.

Ding Huan showed no concern, his voice icy: "You've set up a destiny-swallowing array on my land, injured my people on my land, and still act so arrogantly.

Then let Ding Huan see what gives you the arrogance to behave this way."

As Ding Huan spoke, a series of formation flags descended.

His divine sense had long since connected to the Star-Protecting Array of Blue Star Divine Land.

If it were elsewhere, he might not have had such confidence.

But this was Blue Star Divine Land—his territory.

The cosmic rules of Blue Star Divine Land were tied to him; its Star-Protecting Array was formed from his Great Dao's Dao-Ni.

He sensed the surrounding spatial rules shifting, everything growing perilous.

The four men's expressions finally changed.

The shortest man quickly bowed: "Comrade Ding, I am Bamboo Shoot. I've dwelled here a long time and never killed the innocent. Please believe me."

Ding Huan's gaze fell again on Bamboo Shoot.

This time he sensed something different—why did this man's Dao-rhythm carry the aura of primordial creation?

Could he be the Primordial Creation Demon God?

No matter what this being truly was, if it dared to be arrogant on his land, he would exterminate it.

"Comrade Ding, I am Wen Keshu. I settled here with Senior Bamboo Shoot. The last great battle had nothing to do with me or Senior Bamboo Shoot—it was Lou Yiyi and Mo Nianyan."

The extremely beautiful woman spoke up voluntarily, naming Lou Yiyi and Mo Nianyan.

Ding Huan stared at Mo Nianyan in surprise.

Mo Nianyan had always remained beside Wen Keshu.

He had assumed the two were cultivation partners, yet Wen Keshu had openly denounced Mo Nianyan.

It seemed their relationship was weak.

After all, he had not shown overwhelming power over the four, and on the surface, his strength clearly seemed inferior to theirs.

Mo Nianyan's eyes flickered with a trace of disappointment, then she spoke loudly:

"Correct—it was I, Mo, who did it. The Vast Star Land belongs to every cultivator. When did it become your territory?"

Lou Yiyi, however, remained silent.

Ding Huan had no patience for words—he slashed with Dahan Yi Dao.

Boom!

As Dahan Yi Dao slashed, a torrent of sword momentum erupted like a shattered sea of blades.

Ding Huan saw that Bamboo Shoot and Wen Keshu had no intention of moving—he faced two Second-Transformation Holy Experts alone and unleashed the Seven Realms Seal from the Seven Seals of Reincarnation.

Only the Seven Realms Seal had a chance to completely lock these two in place, preventing escape.

Under the reinforcement of cosmic rules and Ding Huan's Great Dao-Ni, the blade-sea's severing momentum formed a killing domain at maximum speed.

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Bamboo Shoot and Wen Keshu retreated frantically.

They felt Ding Huan's aura was fierce, his killing intent overwhelming, yet his cultivation level seemed lower than theirs.

Earlier, whether Bamboo Shoot or Wen Keshu claimed they had never killed innocents, it stemmed from their nature—not fear of Ding Huan.

Now, with this slash, they realized Ding Huan could effortlessly slay them—this was not the killing momentum of a Second-Transformation Holy Expert.

Upon understanding Ding Huan's true power, both Bamboo Shoot and Wen Keshu retreated even faster, showing not the slightest intention to act.

Lou Yiyi and Mo Nianyan's expressions changed too.

They had only sensed Ding Huan was strange, hesitating to act immediately, merely curious about his origins.

Having survived here for so many years, they knew they were supreme beings in this region.

No one's strength here could threaten them.

Thus, Ding Huan's arrival had not concerned them.

But this single slash of his had forged a killing realm, startling them.

Neither Lou Yiyi nor Mo Nianyan were startled by Ding Huan's killing realm itself—but that it could link to cosmic rules.

Once fully formed, such a killing realm would make escape nearly impossible.

Lou Yiyi hurled his golden pagoda; illusory Dao principles spread from it.

Before Ding Huan's killing domain fully formed, he felt his consciousness grow drowsy.

At that moment, endless nightmares clamped around his will, preventing him from continuing to construct his killing realm.

Mo Nianyan would not miss this chance—she summoned her spear, endless spearlight exploded, then coalesced into a torrent of killing Dao principles, slamming toward Ding Huan's third eye.

"Master Huan..." Yi Jie could sense Ding Huan's danger but could not discern where the threat lay.

Lou Yiyi's nightmare Dao principles had already rendered this space illusory.

Wen Keshu and Bamboo Shoot saw clearly—they sighed and made no move.

After all, they were still on Ding Huan's opposing side; even if they did not aid Lou Yiyi and Mo Nianyan, they could not aid Ding Huan.

Ding Huan felt his eyelids impossibly heavy; the layered nightmare Dao principles prevented him from waking.

Yet he knew he must awaken—his situation was perilous, teetering on the brink of life and death.

When Mo Nianyan's spear struck his third eye, the sensation of death reached its peak.

Ding Huan wanted to bite his tongue—but though he thought it clearly, he could not move.

(Comrade, good night!)