Chapter 787: Returned to His Original Form

Ding Huan's eyes lit up—Time Dao Scroll?

Even if this Time Saint's Time Dao Scroll was lost, the fellow must be extremely sensitive to the Time Principle.

He had assimilated and fused many principles, including the Space Principle.

He had long since dabbled in the Time Principle.

But the Time Principle was vast and boundless; he relied on his own contemplation and occasional insights from chance.

To this day, his understanding of the Time Principle still lacked something.

If he could obtain the Time Dao Scroll from this fellow—whether it was a copy or not—it would benefit him immensely.

As for the Space Principle, after fusing the Space Principle world sent by Yan Yuan, his control over space far surpassed his control over time.

Just now, his arrow had used space to break time.

This did not mean the Space Principle was stronger than the Time Principle.

Rather, this fellow had devoted his entire Time Domain to confronting Yan Yuan; when Ding Huan struck from the side, the opponent had no capacity to resist.

Often, the Time Principle and the Space Principle complemented each other.

Time and space were inseparable.

He had originally wanted to obtain the Time Reverse Scroll, and with Jue Yue being so arrogant, Ding Huan refused to indulge him.

Ding Huan stepped forward, his domain surging outward, followed by the activation of Pojie Dao.

After Ding Huan had attained Sainthood, his Dao had taken shape.

Now, as Pojie Dao was unleashed, a vast sword momentum gathered wildly, and the void surged with killing intent.

In this stretch of void, instantly all was filled with Ding Huan's endless killing aura, churned by his blade momentum.

As the blade momentum surged, Ding Huan's Saint Domain grew ever more dominant.

To deal with this practitioner of the Time Principle, Ding Huan knew he must give his all.

The Time Saint chuckled, his Time Domain sweeping out once more.

He had assumed several opponents would attack together; he never expected only Ding Huan to step forward.

He had never seen such a foolish fellow.

Ding Huan's strength lay not in close combat, but in his Heaven-and-Earth Bow.

Now, Ding Huan clearly had better methods, yet deliberately abandoned his advantage to duel him in spiritual arts—what else was this but suicide?

If Ding Huan had not acted, and Yan Yuan had confronted him, Ding Huan watching from the side would have given him some pause.

After all, that Heaven-and-Earth Bow was no ordinary thing.

Now that Ding Huan had acted, it was Yan Yuan who nervously watched the Time Saint.

Earlier, the Time Saint had extended his Time Domain, turning this space into a realm governed by Time Rules.

He had been engulfed in the opponent's Time Space, and at that moment he had been utterly defenseless, waiting only for death.

Had Ding Huan not intervened, Yan Yuan would already be dead.

Now that Ding Huan had acted, the Time Saint once again extended his Time Domain to lock Ding Huan's spiritual domain—clearly, Ding Huan was the one who would suffer next.

Yan Yuan gripped his Saint Spear, wondering whether he should act when Ding Huan was locked in the Time Dao Rhythm Domain.

Then he glanced at Zhu Sun and Wen Keshu.

These two were Ding Huan's attendants; if they moved, he would follow behind.

If these two fled, he could only flee too.

It wasn't that Yan Yuan refused to act—he simply knew the Time Saint was too powerful, too terrifying; he was no match for him now.

"Crack!"

The spiritual domains collided; various spiritual principles shattered, powerful spiritual energy surged outward, and this space trembled violently.

Jue Yue's heart trembled with shock—he had never, since re-attaining Sainthood, seen anyone use a domain to resist his Time Domain.

And this fellow's strength seemed several tiers lower than his own.

How was this possible?

Within Ding Huan's Great Dao Domain, Jue Yue felt his Time Dao Rhythm principle had zero effect on Ding Huan.

Moreover, within Ding Huan's domain, he sensed the Dao rhythms of Space, Five Phases, Wind and Thunder, Ice, even Darkness.

What kind of technique was this?

Whose technique contained so many Heavenly and Earthly Principles?

Boom!

The countless blade veils summoned by Pojie Dao coalesced into a river of blades in the void, crashing into the Heaven-and-Earth Spade.

Endless killing Dao rhythms tore apart,

Jue Yue knew Ding Huan's strength was inferior to his own, yet he was trapped within Ding Huan's blade river, unable to break free.

A chill rose down Jue Yue's spine.

This terrifying blade intent—the Pojie Dao churned the sky's killing aura into a river of blade intent.

Jue Yue grew increasingly cautious—this was due to his vast experience and profound Dao foundation.

Otherwise, how could he possibly escape this blade river?

Even now, he was sinking deeper into it.

The Heaven-and-Earth Spade grew heavier, the space it churned more sluggish.

This fellow was certainly no Second-Transformation Saint—he was a Saint of at least Fourth-Transformation, perhaps higher.

He had lost an arm; his strength had plummeted severely.

But even if his strength had dropped drastically, he was still a Fifth-Transformation Saint.

A clear, ringing cry of blade intent exploded, crashing deep into Jue Yue's mind.

Jue Yue seemed to see the opponent's Calamity-Breaking blade edge tear through his own brow, felt his own bones tumble down into the opponent's river of blades.

He even saw, from ages long past, his Dao companion's longing for his white bones.

Had he become a bone by the banks of the River of No Return?

Jue Yue gave a shudder; he sensed something was wrong—this terrifying blade intent seemed to have pulled him into the blade intent itself.

"Puh!" Blood mist burst open, Jue Yue's brow was torn open by blade Qi into a bloody gash.

The shadow of death jolted Jue Yue completely awake.

How could Jue Yue at this moment still dare to look down on Ding Huan the way he had before?

He frantically burned his own essence blood.

The momentum of the Heaven-Earth Spade surged explosively in that instant.

Boom boom boom!

The Heaven-Earth Spade was finally summoned anew and slammed into the killing blade intent of Ding Huan's Calamity-Breaking Blade.

The violent divine essence Dao rhymes crashed together; Ding Huan could feel his cosmic domain shattering inch by inch.

But the Grand Cosmos Art domain was fused as one with the surrounding space; in just one Zhou Tian, the Grand Cosmos Art domain was once again whole and flawless.

Ding Huan was not blasted away; he knew his own combat experience was lacking, or rather, he had overestimated the Time Saint.

Otherwise, the Time Saint absolutely would not have escaped that blade so easily.

That single blade of his had grievously wounded the Time Saint.

Ding Huan didn't even move, yet Jue Yue was blasted flying.

At this moment Jue Yue's time domain was shattering inch by inch, and the hand gripping the Heaven-Earth Spade trembled slightly.

He could not believe Ding Huan's strength was actually this strong; if Ding Huan had a bit more combat experience, he feared he would already have been cleaved in two by the other's blade.

Leave quickly, this place cannot be stayed in.

But precisely at this moment, Shi Yuan made his move.

Yan Yuan was deeply regretful in his heart.

He regretted being awed into stillness by Ding Huan's strength.

The last time he had seen Ding Huan, Ding Huan hadn't even had the strength to fight back before him.

Now Ding Huan could actually crush the Time Saint—this strength was entirely beyond his perception.

So he had actually failed to strike at the first moment; this was simply unforgivable.

Fortunately, he had come to his senses now; striking now was not too late.

The Saint Halberd swept up a skyful of halberd light, and at the same time his Saint domain also surged wildly outward.

Jue Yue's shattered, battered domain could no longer block Shi Yuan's Saint domain at this moment.

The instant Jue Yue decided to leave, Shi Yuan's domain thoroughly locked down Jue Yue.

Jue Yue's heart was seized with great terror; his time domain surged out once more.

If the time domain couldn't handle Ding Huan, could it really not handle a mere Shi Yuan either?

Ding Huan would not give him another chance.

The instant Jue Yue's time domain extended outward, Ding Huan's domain swept in like a sky-covering tide and locked him down.

Crack!

Jue Yue could hear the sound of his own domain shattering.

A breath of death locked onto him; Jue Yue's soul scattered in terror.

This Shi Yuan was simply too shameless, utterly without any morality to speak of.

He was clearly in a great battle with Ding Huan, yet this fellow seized the moment to strike—have you no shame?

"Stop, you are using numbers to bully the few—"

The instant Jue Yue had just spoken those words, Shi Yuan's Saint Halberd split open Jue Yue's skull.

"Puh!"

Blood mist burst open; Jue Yue was cleaved in two by Shi Yuan.

Fresh blood scattered across the void.

Using numbers to bully the few? No martial virtue?

Apologies, but in Shi Yuan's dictionary there was no such thing as martial virtue or not.

Even when dealing with a single ant, if Shi Yuan could muster a force of ten thousand, he would not settle for a force of only nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

In his terror, Jue Yue's hands transformed into endless hand seals and blasted out.

At that moment, space ground to a halt.

Even Ding Huan was affected by this time-divine-technique hand seal and did not tear Jue Yue's body apart at the first instant.

In the span of a single breath, the body Jue Yue had been cleaved in two by Shi Yuan knit together once more.

Only, at this moment his cultivation had plummeted from a Fifth-Turn Saint down to a First-Turn Saint.

Not only that, his Grand Dao aura was still weakening madly, liable at any moment to fall out of the Saint realm.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, this matter was my Jue Yue's fault; I am willing to offer compensation. I have a copy scroll of my Time Dao Scroll—

Although it is not as good as the original scroll, it is absolutely a Grand Dao law cultivation method—"

Jue Yue was very clear: the moment his body was torn apart, he no longer had any qualification for luck.

He never relied on luck, because in his previous life he had died from relying on luck.

If he could produce chips sufficient to satisfy the other party, the other party might spare him once.

As for whether it could satisfy the other party, he absolutely could not wait for the other party to let him speak it; he had to speak it proactively in the shortest time possible.

This was experience.

Sure enough, Ding Huan ignored his words, and the Dahan Yi Dao momentum rose once more.

He sensed the killing intent of the blade beginning to gather again in the void.

The Time Sage Jueyue couldn't help trembling, and he frantically shouted, "I know a place that has a huge world of time law. I'm willing to take you there—"

Ding Huan's Dahan Yi Dao finally stopped at Jueyue's brow.

Jueyue's face was pale, and his back was continuously soaked in cold sweat.

If he hadn't spoken quickly, Ding Huan's blade would have absolutely come cleaving down.

"If you're lying to me, you know the consequences." Ding Huan's voice carried killing intent.

"Master Huan, this guy is just a trashy quasi-sage, nine times out of ten his words can't be trusted." Yijie's voice came through.

Jueyue, whose Sage realm had already been somewhat on the verge of collapse, upon hearing these words, his great Dao seemed to deflate like a leaking balloon, and dropped once again.

Sure enough, it fell to the quasi-sage realm.

"Zhuo Dun?" Jueyue looked at the speaking Yijie, his lips trembling.

There was actually a Zhuo Dun here.

Just one sentence caused his heavily wounded cultivation to plummet to quasi-sage.

"Speak, where is the world of time law?"

While Ding Huan spoke, the killing momentum of the Dahan Yi Dao still locked onto Jueyue.

Shi Yuanyuan also landed behind Jueyue, locking down the space around him, worried this guy would try to escape at the last moment.