Chapter 796: Oath Fulfilled

It was Yue Jinya, the founding ancestor of the Sacred Fudaode Sect, and this old rascal likely entered the Seventh Transformation Saint realm.

The moment he returned, he attacked me; if I hadn't had a few tricks up my sleeve, I'd already be dead.

Xing Jia knew exactly who Ding Huan was, so he didn't hide anything from him.

So it really is Yue Jinya—a Seventh Transformation Saint.

Miss Yi Shang escaped; she took away Gai Baihe. I only know she fled toward the edge of Chaos, but where exactly she went, I truly don't know.

Ding Huan frowned: "Old Jia, didn't you try contacting Yi Shang afterward?"

Xing Jia sighed helplessly: "I was ambushed by that old bastard Yue Jinya and severely injured—I've been hiding to heal ever since.

Only now, just as my wounds have begun to recover, did I learn you'd come, so I rushed here to meet you.

Miss Yi Shang's cultivation is even stronger than mine; as long as that old bastard Yue Jinya doesn't chase her down, she should be fine."

Ding Huan said nothing—he'd also sent a message to Yi Shang, but she hadn't come.

Maybe she doesn't have a teleportation talisman, so it's taking her longer to arrive.

Ding Huan extended his hand, and the Pojie Dao appeared in his grip; he gestured for Xing Jia and Qian Yao to step back.

Immediately, the Pojie Dao was unleashed, and a furious aura of slaughter surged violently toward him.

At this moment, even cultivators far from Lanxing Academy could feel that terrifying aura of slaughter.

Infinite killing intent gathered, and the momentum of Ding Huan's slash kept escalating.

Far away, Qian Yao slightly furrowed her brow—Ding Huan's strength was rising every instant.

If she was to act, she had to do it soon—absolutely no delaying.

Once this man grew further, she might never even see his shadow, let alone seize the Nine Paths of Creation Bamboo from him.

Thinking of this, her gaze settled on Xing Jia.

It would be helpful if Xing Jia aided her.

Soon she made up her mind—Xing Jia and she were old acquaintances, both from the Great Universe.

If she offered Xing Jia some benefits and made it clear that helping her was far more advantageous than helping Ding Huan,

then Xing Jia had a very good chance of aiding her.

The aura of slaughter swirling around Ding Huan's Pojie Dao grew ever more ferocious, engulfing the entire Sacred Fudaode Sect; all cultivators fled in terror from their caves and halls.

Who would dare remain inside a sect when such a killing aura could snuff out their lives at any moment?

Boom!

The Pojie Dao finally descended from the void.

The blade's momentum carved a chasm like a rift tearing through a universe, splitting the Sacred Fudaode Sect cleanly in two.

At this moment, every protective array of the Sacred Fudaode Sect was torn in half by Ding Huan, and the three Dao-character inscriptions of the sect—"Sacred Fudaode"—were reduced to dust beneath his slash.

Beneath the blade's veil lay a chasm tens of millions of li deep.

The aura of slaughter seeped from the chasm, radiating an oppressive, deathly presence.

Those with weaker cultivation who drew near the Dao-chasm would be crushed to death.

Yet Qian Yao and Xing Jia both narrowed their eyes slightly.

They saw more clearly than others—the blade-chasm Ding Huan carved wasn't just filled with deathly aura, but also spilled forth boundless poison Dao-essence.

It was certain that within a century or two, no life could survive within a thousand li radius.

If survival itself was impossible, how could anyone establish a sect or cultivate in seclusion here?

Qian Yao stared at Ding Huan's back and thought inwardly: this man is even more ruthless than those two.

Once you offend him, can it ever be resolved?

You may offend this man—but only if you eradicate him utterly.

Over a hundred figures burst forth from the Sacred Fudaode Sect; the foremost was a middle-aged man Ding Huan didn't recognize, a Second Transformation Saint.

Behind this man stood Zhuo Rong.

Zhuo Rong had advanced rapidly—she was now at the late stage of He Shen Realm.

"Sect… Ding Huan…" Zhuo Rong exclaimed in shock.

She knew only their ancestor could quell this today.

She understood better than anyone what kind of person Ding Huan was.

He was certainly not someone to be trifled with.

Though Lanxing Academy was built on the Sacred Fudaode Sect's territory, in truth, the Sacred Fudaode Sect had long been destroyed.

As long as Lanxing Academy could deal with the sect that destroyed the Sacred Fudaode Sect, establishing itself here was perfectly reasonable.

In fact, Lanxing Academy had even avenged the Sacred Fudaode Sect.

To put it mildly, Lanxing Academy established itself here precisely because Zhuo Rong invited them.

The Sacred Fudaode Sect's ancestor, Yue Jinya, forcibly seized Lanxing Academy and slaughtered hundreds of its loyal disciples.

Worse still, Yue Jinya directly transformed Lanxing Academy into the Sacred Fudaode Sect.

Thinking of Ding Huan's tyrannical methods, Zhuo Rong's scalp prickled.

She worried whether their ancestor could handle Ding Huan.

But she thought Ding Huan wouldn't return—after all, before leaving, he hadn't even left behind his Dao inheritance.

Why had he come back again?

"Are you Ding Huan?" The middle-aged man finally recognized him.

He'd never seen Ding Huan in person, but Ding Huan's statue had stood right here for years.

Ding Huan ignored the middle-aged man and fixed his gaze on Zhuo Rong:

"Zhuo Rong, I must admit—you have a lot of guts."

"Ding Daoist, my Holy Seal Dao's founding ancestor has returned; I am a disciple of the Holy Seal Dao. I know what I did was wrong—I'm sorry to you…"

Ding Huan cut off Zhuo Rong's words: "You didn't betray me. You betrayed yourself."

Zhuo Rong froze. What had she betrayed herself of?

Even if Ding Huan had come today, could he truly do anything to her?

The Ancestor is merely in seclusion. Now that he's learned the news, he can emerge at any moment.

"Oaths aren't so easily made…"

Ding Huan sneered.

Zhuo Rong frowned: "I didn't swear any oath. I only said I would never betray the Blue Star Academy. But the Blue Star Academy is gone now…"

Her implication: the Blue Star Academy wasn't destroyed by her.

Besides, she only said she would never betray the Blue Star Academy—she never swore what would happen if she did.

Ding Huan didn't even bother to speak.

If an oath made before him could be so easily broken, then he might as well abandon the Great Cosmos Art and stop trying to fuse the myriad laws of the universe.

Before Zhuo Rong's words had even faded, she felt her Dao begin to unravel.

Not only that—her meridians began to collapse, her soul sea cracked open…

The breath of death filled every part of her body and spirit.

Zhuo Rong was terrified. She was no loyalist.

Whether serving the Blue Star Academy or the Holy Seal Dao, her first priority was always to strengthen herself.

Clearly, after she swore, though she never stated the consequence of betrayal, the current situation proved her oath was activating.

It seemed every consequence a cultivator feared had been heaped upon her.

She didn't need to ask—she knew this was Ding Huan's doing.

Ding Huan had certainly added Dao principles to her oath the moment she swore it.

"Ancestor, save me…" Zhuo Rong's seven orifices began bleeding. She screamed desperately, hoping Yue Jinya would appear to help her.

A gray figure shot out and landed before Ding Huan.

He glanced at Qian Yao but didn't act immediately.

He could sense Qian Yao's strength was no lower than his own.

Add to that this Ding Huan—the Blue Star Academy's sect master, whom he'd heard of but never seen—and he decided to proceed cautiously.

They all said Ding Huan was a ruthless man. He wanted to see just how ruthless Ding Huan truly was.

"Ancestor, save me…" Seeing her ancestor Yue Jinya arrive, Zhuo Rong struggled to cry out again.

Her soul sea was collapsing. Her Dao realm was collapsing too.

Moreover, her split soul, soul thoughts, and Dao thoughts were rapidly unraveling and vanishing.

It was certain: if no one intervened, she would be utterly annihilated, with not even a sliver of chance for reincarnation.

"Zhuo Rong, this is oath backlash. My current power cannot interfere with Heavenly Dao principles…"

Yue Jinya's words filled Zhuo Rong with despair.

She immediately thought of Ding Huan: "Ding Sect Master, please save me. If you save me, my life belongs to you."

Ding Huan spoke coldly: "First, this is Heavenly Dao oath backlash. Do you think I can control the Heavenly Dao of Dunyi Divine Realm?"

Second, what value is your life to me? Even my weakest companion is a Saint. What can you, a Fusion Soul cultivator, possibly do for me?"

Third, who would believe the words of a traitor who breaks his promises?"

Hearing Ding Huan's words, Zhuo Rong's despair deepened. If she could relive the moment, she would rather perish than betray the Blue Star Academy.

After all, if she perished, she still had a chance at reincarnation. Now, she would be annihilated body and soul.

Kuachen, standing nearby, felt his heart jump at Ding Huan's words.

What did Ding Huan mean by that?

Did he know Kuachen wasn't a Fusion Soul cultivator?

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

His concealment technique was invisible even to Ninth-Transformation Saints—how could Ding Huan see through it?

As for Ding Huan's strength, he had previously guessed Ding Huan had just become a Saint.

But that slash Ding Huan had just unleashed was terrifying. Though he was certain his own cultivation surpassed Ding Huan's,

he knew he could never have delivered that slash.

At that moment, Zhuo Rong dissolved into blood, and the blood vanished without a trace.

Watching Zhuo Rong's fate, Qian Yao's heart gave a slight jolt.

She too had sworn an oath.

She believed oaths in this low-level realm couldn't affect her—but nothing was certain.

After all, she wasn't yet an Immortal Saint.

Even in a low-level realm, Seventh-Transformation Saints could arise.

If Seventh-Transformation Saints could appear, then her oath might be affected.

Some former disciples and elders of the Blue Star Academy, now witnessing the Second Vice Sect Master crushed by Heavenly Dao oath backlash, body and soul annihilated, trembled in fear.

They worried that once Ding Huan subdued the Holy Seal Dao's Ancestor, he would come for them.

"Ding Huan, hand over the Immortal Great Seal, and I'll spare your life," Yue Jinya said, eyes icy as he stared at Ding Huan.

In his eyes, even if Qian Yao were a Seventh-Transformation Saint, he wouldn't care.

Even Quan couldn't gain the slightest advantage over him back then—let alone a mere junior.

"Lao Min, you and Lao Jia go destroy the Holy Dao Seal. Qian Yao Daoist, you act. I'll assist you from the sidelines." Ding Huan paid no attention to Yue Jinya's words.

He came today precisely to make the Sacred Talisman Dao become a part of cosmic history.

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