Chapter 793: Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo

A spaceship shot past the outer edge of this time-law world refined by Ding Huan, but soon turned back around.

A stunningly beautiful woman with a slender figure stared at the space before her.

After several breaths of observation, she exclaimed in shock: "A time-law world?"

Quickly, she confirmed: this was truly a time-law world.

A time-law world—who could ever encounter one? Today, Qian Yao had encountered it; this was her great fortune.

No, someone is refining this time-law world.

The beautiful woman did not hesitate—she lunged toward Ding Huan.

What she saw, belonged to her.

A mere insect from a low-level universe realm, how dare you lay hands on a time-law world?

Yuan Min happened to return from afar.

He saw someone rushing toward Ding Huan and immediately stopped.

He was no Bai Chi; his divine sense swept over the woman and knew instantly she was immensely powerful.

"Master, someone is attacking you."

As he spoke, Yuan Min had already drawn a longbow and fired an arrow.

He had no Heaven-and-Earth Bow, but after decades as a Great Saint, he had no shortage of treasures.

He owned two post-heaven spiritual treasure bows.

The woman knew Yuan Min had arrived, but she paid him no mind.

Now that Yuan Min had suddenly attacked, she could no longer seize Ding Huan—she had to stop and block his arrow.

No matter how weak he seemed, Yuan Min was still a Fourth-Transformation Saint.

"You seek death…" The woman was about to act after blasting away Yuan Min's arrow when she froze solid.

The time-law world had vanished—clearly fully refined by Ding Huan.

What froze her was not the disappearance of the time-law world, but the sight of a single Dao bamboo.

She knew better than anyone what this bamboo was.

This was the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo.

For cultivators, the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo was far more valuable than a time-law world.

This Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo existed in the void, and because it had been wrapped in the time-law world, it likely had endured for hundreds of millions of years.

It was priceless.

The Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo contained nine great Dao principles.

Which nine specific Dao principles it contained depended on what the cultivator who nurtured it wished it to embody.

If the nurturer had no special requirements, the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo would naturally align with the cultivator and generate nine primordial Dao principles.

This would benefit the cultivator for life.

Whoever possessed the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo would face almost no barriers when cultivating and attaining Dao.

Moreover, the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo allowed the cultivator to comprehend ultimate Dao.

Once ultimate Dao was comprehended, the Dao techniques derived from it would naturally be peerless within the same realm.

Seeing the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo, the woman forgot Yuan Min entirely—she accelerated even faster toward the bamboo.

Ding Huan had just refined the time-law world when he sensed a vibrant, living presence enclosed within it.

He had assumed the time-law world had wrapped a life-filled continent.

He never imagined such a vast time-law world would ultimately enclose only a single bamboo.

A Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo.

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He recognized the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo too—it was likely the supreme Dao tree.

Depending on the cultivator's mindset and Dao, nearly nine out of ten would consider the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo more precious than the Life Tree.

Perhaps Ding Huan was the sole exception.

For him, the Life Tree was the most important Dao tree.

To nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand cultivators, the value of the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo was staggering.

Ding Huan was the exception because he cultivated the Great Cosmos Art and fused billions of laws.

The Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo could only add luster to his path; no matter how valuable, it could never make him abandon the Great Cosmos Art to rely on it.

But since it had appeared after he refined the time-law world, no one else could claim it.

Before the woman could seize the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo, Ding Huan's divine sense swept it up and sent it into his own world.

The woman halted, staring at Ding Huan before her.

In her eyes, Ding Huan's cultivation was mediocre.

But since he had just refined the time-law world, his Dao aura was still unmistakably clear—he was no easy opponent.

This reminded her of two figures she had encountered long ago in the Great Cosmos.

Their cultivation was plainly low, yet their power could crush their opponents effortlessly.

"Hand over that bamboo—it was I who saw it first," the woman said, not attacking immediately but continuously tracing void-binding sigils in the air.

She feared most that Ding Huan would flee using a teleportation talisman.

So she must first seal this space.

"Yuan Min, have you ever seen such a shameless person?" Ding Huan laughed in fury.

He had spent decades refining this time-law world, and now some shameless fool told him the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo was hers first.

And she wanted him to give it up—how bold was that?

Minyuan laughed awkwardly: "This, this…"

Ding Huan frowned: "Old Min, stop being so wishy-washy—what's all this 'this' and 'that'?"

Minyuan could only say: "I'm worried you'll suspect I'm speaking up for this woman, because I've truly seen people more shameless than her."

Ding Huan stared at Minyuan, thinking to himself, this great saint was about to undercut him.

Minyuan, however, went on: "I don't want to speak the truth, because that flying treasure beneath her feet is mine."

The implication was, he had seen someone more shameless than this woman—and that was him, Minyuan.

Ding Huan looked at Minyuan speechlessly; this guy really was more shameless than the woman before them.

That woman had only claimed the Opening Heaven Nine Dao Bamboo she saw was hers—after all, at that time he hadn't yet gone to touch the Opening Heaven Nine Dao Bamboo.

Minyuan bluntly said the flying treasure beneath that woman's feet was his.

This clearly meant he had taken a fancy to that woman's flying treasure.

Ding Huan's gaze fell on the woman's flying treasure, and he secretly praised Minyuan's sharp eye.

This was definitely a flying treasure exceeding the Innate level, very likely another Opening Heaven treasure.

No wonder Minyuan had thrown all shame to the wind.

The woman acted as if she hadn't seen Minyuan, nor heard his words.

While continuously laying down void array patterns, she stared at Ding Huan and said:

"Being able to prove Dao as a saint here means your aptitude can't be bad. If you can't leave this kind of low-tier cosmic plane, you'll never be able to set foot on the path of immortality."

"You know how to leave a low-tier cosmic plane?" Ding Huan asked, his expression surprised.

"Correct. Not only can I let you leave here and enter a mid-tier cosmic plane, even a high-tier cosmic plane isn't beyond reach."

The woman's tone was very certain.

Minyuan chuckled. He said nothing, but that mocking, disdainful smile said more than a thousand words.

The tone and bearing clearly said: anyone can brag.

Qian Yao still acted as if she hadn't seen Minyuan's punchable expression, and went on speaking:

"My name is Qian Yao, once at the seventh step of the Great Dao. If I hadn't been ambushed, I might have stepped into the eighth step.

I come from a high-tier cosmic plane, a place called the Greater Universe. Whether you believe it or not, I'm not lying to you.

Although my strength has dropped sharply now, with my Seven-Turn Saint strength, taking down the two of you is still very easy."

Ding Huan said lightly: "Great, then I'll wait until you've finished laying down your restriction patterns before making my move."

Qian Yao's hand trembled, and she looked at Ding Huan in disbelief: "You know I'm laying down space restriction patterns?"

Ding Huan said nothing, just chuckled—that expression was exactly like Minyuan's earlier, extremely punchable.

Qian Yao's face turned grave, and with a wave of her hand, a green sword appeared in her palm.

She did not continue laying down restriction patterns.

Ding Huan clearly knew she was laying down restriction patterns, yet waited for her to finish before making his move—obviously unafraid of her restriction patterns.

The domain of a Seven-Turn Saint swept out, and Minyuan, who had followed, bore the brunt of it.

Although Minyuan was very careful and had already extended his Four-Turn Saint domain.

The moment his domain collided with Qian Yao's, it was instantly torn apart, and the next moment Minyuan was blasted flying.

Minyuan was still in the void, his heart filled with terror.

This woman was far too strong.

He, Minyuan, was no country bumpkin; this woman's Great Dao condensation was almost absurd.

Forget his current Four-Turn—even at Seven-Turn he wouldn't be enough.

No matter how great Ding Huan's fortune, he had to be cautious and not get too close.

Once Ding Huan was suppressed, he would immediately activate his Plane-Breaking Talisman and escape first.

He came to throw in his lot, not to throw away his life.

Qian Yao, on the other hand, was stunned. She was a Seven-Turn Saint; using her domain to suppress Minyuan, a Four-Turn Saint, should have been possible.

Even she hadn't expected Minyuan to be so weak that he couldn't even withstand her first wave of domain tearing.

Originally still somewhat wary after hearing Ding Huan's words, Qian Yao's heart settled completely, and her Seven-Turn Saint domain surged out even more wildly, holding nothing back.

Boom!

Her Saint domain and Ding Huan's Greater Universe domain finally slammed together.

Crack!

From within the void came the sound of laws shattering one after another, as Dao rhymes exploded outward.

The scene Qian Yao had imagined—Ding Huan's domain torn apart by her, Ding Huan unable to struggle under her domain's suppression—did not appear.

Qian Yao knew she had misjudged.

Of these two people before her, the one who had pocketed her Opening Heaven Nine Dao Bamboo, whom she had thought was only a Two-Turn Saint, was the real tough nut.

The one who appeared to be a Four-Turn Saint on the surface was completely like a sparrow relieving itself—a little hard at the front, but all soft after.

Qian Yao held back no longer, opened her mouth and spat out a streak of red light, which transformed into a disc that locked down all the space where Ding Huan stood.

Streaks of killing intent rose from the disc, madly tearing and devouring Ding Huan's Great Dao domain.

Ding Huan naturally wouldn't indulge this woman before him, and summoned the Calamity-Breaking Blade.

The Calamity-Breaking Blade traced a perfect arc through the void, endless killing intent swept up by the blade, and at this moment Ding Huan seemed to immerse himself in the blade's intent.

Never before had he been able to control this single strike so clearly.

Every trajectory and void change brought about by this strike was perfectly presented within his consciousness.

Even every wisp of killing intent drawn out by the Calamity-Breaking Blade in the void was crystal clear to him.

(Fellow Daoist, good night!)