Chapter 866

Ding Huan, though leading Jia Baihe toward the Shackles Gate, had no intention of approaching it.

What is Yan Jiuyue, that she should make him and Jia Baihe marry her?

Ding Huan's plan was to, once they reached the Shackles Gate, immediately produce ten stalks of "Seven-Leaf Reincarnation Grass" for Yan Zhuo, then take Jia Baihe away from here.

If Yan Zhuo refuses, then let Jia Baihe speak.

If Yan Zhuo truly cares for Jia Baihe as a daughter, he will surely let her leave with him.

If Yan Zhuo refuses, then he will forcibly depart.

With his current strength, he has a way to instantly reactivate the Eternal Life Talisman.

Qing Sha, the Dao Ancestor, is on the Seventh Step of the Dao—he cannot overcome her.

This Yan Zhuo before him is merely an ordinary Fifth Step Dao cultivator; if he uses his methods properly, he still has a chance to escape.

"Hahahaha…" A wild laugh echoed.

In walked a young man with wild hair.

The youth had phoenix eyes and a handsome face.

On his back were a pair of Creation Pikes; each step he took radiated overwhelming pressure.

His expression might as well have been written: "I am extremely arrogant."

Ding Huan's eyes narrowed slightly; he quickly pulled Jia Baihe aside to clear the path.

This guy is definitely a Seventh Step Dao cultivator.

Even if his Dao-creation realm were strongest, he would have no chance to fight back against this man.

He found it hard to understand why a Fifth Step Dao cultivator like Yan Zhuo, hosting a grand wedding for his daughter, would have a Seventh Step powerhouse show up.

Everyone in the hall, including Yan Zhuo, rose to their feet and bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Feng Yu Dao Ancestor."

Ding Huan again stepped back several paces with Jia Baihe, standing among the guests.

He hadn't expected this guy to be a Dao Ancestor.

Seventh Step Dao, in this place, was the pinnacle of existence.

The long-haired man scanned the hall, then nodded with satisfaction: "Today's timing is perfect, Yan Zhuo…"

"Your humble servant is here," Yan Zhuo stepped forward and bowed.

Feng Yu Dao Ancestor sized up Yan Zhuo, then spoke coolly: "You know about the Tianmeng people, don't you?"

Ding Huan immediately paid closer attention.

He knew of the Tianmeng people.

Not only did he know them—he had a decent relationship with Zainan of the Tianmeng.

Wasn't Zainan a Tianmeng person?

Most of what he knew about the Grand Universe came from Zainan.

"Your humble servant knows," Ding Huan noticed Yan Zhuo's expression turn distinctly uneasy as he answered.

Are the Tianmeng people that strong?

Why does Yan Zhuo's expression seem off?

Feng Yu Dao Ancestor nodded: "In the Grand Universe, the only race to survive may be the Tianmeng."

The human cultivators in the Grand Universe now are all newcomers who arrived afterward.

Had the Great Calamity not come suddenly, the Tianmeng nearly wiped out all human cultivators in the Grand Universe…"

Ding Huan was even more astonished—were the Tianmeng really that strong?

The human cultivators of the Grand Universe were countless as cattle and horses.

Not even mentioning Ling Zhuzhen, the gatekeeper—Jiong, Quan, and Xing Jia alone were each strong enough to effortlessly obliterate an entire universe.

These were likely only a fraction of the Grand Universe's human cultivators.

If human cultivators were this powerful, how did the Tianmeng nearly wipe them out?

He had interacted with Zainan—he was just an ordinary fellow.

Zainan, though Tianmeng, behaved no differently from humans.

Ding Huan wondered: what had allowed the Tianmeng in the past to nearly exterminate humanity?

He wasn't surprised the Tianmeng had survived the Great Calamity.

Hadn't Qi Xi mentioned earlier that a large portion of the Tianmeng's territory still remained after the Great Calamity?

If part of the Tianmeng's territory still stood unshattered, it was natural they hadn't been fully wiped out.

If their land hadn't been utterly shattered by the Great Calamity, the cultivators within that surviving territory must have lived.

But if the Tianmeng still lived, did he still have a chance to obtain the Dao Vein?

After all, he had obtained his here using one "Seven-Leaf Reincarnation Grass."

It seemed he'd been fooled by Qi Xi—this guy must have known about the Tianmeng all along.

And still tricked him out of one "Seven-Leaf Reincarnation Grass."

He'd make sure this guy gave it back later.

"Yan Zhuo, Master of the Blue Star Sect, your sect is part of my Feng Yu World."

"Lately, the mission to deal with the Tianmeng has fallen to the Feng Yu World."

"The Feng Yu World has already lost several sects, and two Dao City governors…"

Even though Feng Yu Dao Ancestor hadn't finished speaking, Ding Huan already knew what he was getting at.

He wanted the Blue Star Sect to send people to fight the Tianmeng.

This was meant to push the Blue Star Sect into sending people to deal with the Tianmeng Tribe.

From Feng Yu Daozu's words, Ding Huan could also tell that confronting the Tianmeng race was virtually a death sentence.

"Feng Yu Daozu, my Lanxing Sect is weak…"

Feng Yu cut off Yan Zhuo before he could finish speaking, raising a hand to halt him.

"Sect Master Yan, compared to the losses humanity has suffered in the Great Calamity, the Tianmeng race's losses are negligible."

The Tianmeng race has not yet chosen to utterly exterminate humanity, but that day will likely come soon—perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow.

Therefore, we have decided to strike first.

To confront the Tianmeng race, we must give our all. Every sect, regardless of strength, must join in.

Sect Master Yan, I am not asking your Lanxing Sect to march into the Tianmeng race's territory, nor am I asking you to block them from emerging.

I want your Lanxing Sect to uncover the Tianmeng race's hiding place—then we will have other methods…"

Ding Huan's heart stirred—uncovering the Tianmeng race's hiding place meant other methods existed?

Was it the legendary Great Cosmic Art?

Since he had redefined the Great Cosmic Art, no longer a technique to destroy life-bearing planets,

he would not allow anyone to cultivate the old, vicious Great Cosmic Art that annihilated planets and extinguished life—if such a person truly existed, he would kill them first.

Regardless of whether they were targeting the Tianmeng race.

But Feng Yu's method might not be the Great Cosmic Art.

The Great Annihilation Art or the Great Catastrophe Art might also achieve it.

Yet to obliterate the Tianmeng race with the Great Annihilation Art or the Great Catastrophe Art, one would need at least a Seventh-Step existence, perhaps even an Eighth-Step powerhouse?

Are there Eighth-Step human cultivators in the Great Cosmos?

Yan Zhuo's face turned pale.

If humanity truly had the ability to locate the Tianmeng race's dwelling, how could it possibly fall to the Lanxing Sect?

Clearly, Feng Yu was sending his Lanxing Sect to send people to die.

The reason was simple.

Feng Yu's world had already sent people to probe the Tianmeng race—that was a suicide mission.

Since Feng Yu's world had made this sacrifice, the task of directly confronting the Tianmeng race should now fall to the other worlds.

Ding Huan naturally understood the implication in Feng Yu Daozu's words.

He deeply despised him.

How dare he call himself a Daozu?

Yan Zhuo tried to speak again, but Feng Yu Daozu's face darkened, and he waved his hand: "This matter is settled."

If you cultivate and survive in the Great Cosmos, you must contribute to it.

If this mission succeeds, I will grant each disciple who gathers intelligence one million merit points, and add one million contribution points to the Lanxing Sect."

How much is one million contribution points?

Anyone with sense knew this was just empty promises.

Because this mission could never succeed—those sent would die without doubt.

Yan Zhuo knew that if he dared refuse again, Feng Yu would kill him first.

He turned to the grand hall: "Does anyone in the Lanxing Sect, disciple or elder, volunteer to go to the Tianmeng race?"

No one spoke.

Only a fool would volunteer to die in the Tianmeng race's territory.

The Great Cosmos was thriving.

The cosmic laws of this era were clear, still carrying the aura of Chaotic Dao.

If one continued cultivating here, reaching Feng Yu Daozu's level was not impossible.

Who would willingly go to die in the Tianmeng race's territory?

Ding Huan did not understand the Tianmeng race well.

But others did.

It was said the Tianmeng race did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, yet they desperately desired to cultivate one.

After capturing human cultivators, they sought ways to strip out the human's Primordial Spirit, then studied whether the Tianmeng race could possess one too.

This method was brutally cruel—far more agonizing than burning the soul.

Who could endure it?

Seeing no one speak, Yan Zhuo felt the killing aura swirling around Feng Yu Daozu.

It was clearly meant to kill one to warn a hundred.

He had no choice but to ask again: "Who in the Lanxing Sect volunteers to go to the Tianmeng race?"

If no one stepped forward this time, he would name someone.

"Sect Master, I volunteer to go to the Tianmeng race." A sudden voice rang out.

All eyes turned to Ding Huan.

Everyone was utterly incredulous.

This marriage-bound concubine, this useless son-in-law, actually volunteered to die in the Tianmeng race's territory?

It felt unreal.

"Good, good…" Yan Zhuo stammered out several "goods" in excitement.

If Ding Xiaotu volunteered to go to the Tianmeng race, that was perfect.

He had long wished Ding Huan would die soon.

Now that Ding Huan had stepped forward to seek death, how could it be better?

"I'm willing to go with my husband." What surprised everyone even more was that the second person to speak was Ji Baihe, who was standing beside Ding Huan.

Yan Zhuo was dumbfounded.

Ding Huan could go, but Baihe could not.

"Baihe, you cannot go." Yan Zhuo immediately rebuked loudly.

Feng Yu snorted coldly, his killing intent instantly locking onto Yan Zhuo.

If Yan Zhuo dared to say another word, he would not hesitate to slap him dead.

After the human race discovered the Tianmeng Clan and came into conflict with them, at least a thousand cultivators had been sent to the Tianmeng Clan to gather information.

But up to now, not a single one had survived.

Later, the cultivators who were forcibly sent to the Tianmeng Clan would either

forcibly self-destruct, or simply flee.

They would rather die than go to the Tianmeng Clan to gather information.

This was also the reason Dao Ancestor Feng Yu had come to Blue Star Sect.

Blue Star Sect was relatively remote, considered a small sect.

Even Yan Zhuo only knew that the Tianmeng Clan and the human race had begun fighting over territory again, but did not know the details.

"Fine then, Baihe, be careful in everything. If you can come back, you will be the sole heir of Blue Star Sect." Yan Zhuo felt Feng Yu's killing intent and could only suppress his inner unease.

Hearing these words, Yan Jiuyue clenched her fists.

Today was clearly her grand wedding, yet the spotlight had been stolen by Ji Baihe again.

Even so, she did not dare say that she could also go to the Tianmeng Clan.