Chapter 882: The Mighty Tianmeng People

"Your cultivation technique is good," said the giant bear-like brute, studying Ding Huan with evident appreciation.

Ding Huan replied coolly: "If you haven't finished evolving, why come out to scare people?"

To any alien race, Ding Huan had never felt the slightest fondness—only the desire to exterminate them utterly.

Not to mention the Divine Race—he had slaughtered his way from the Cultivation World to the Immortal World, and from the Immortal World to the Divine Realm.

Wherever he passed, he left not a shred of mercy.

To Ding Huan's surprise, the giant Bear-Tianmeng did not grow angry; he remained calm: "Hand over the Dao Veins, and I'll spare your lives..."

The moment the word "life" left his lips, Ding Huan felt a surge of death—a shiver ran through every inch of his skin.

The Po-Jie Dao, long primed, erupted into a curtain of killing intent.

This dog looked as massive as an ox, yet still resorted to ambush and treachery.

"Boom!"

The blade-curtain crashed into a ten-thousand-zhang flame hammer.

Dao resonance exploded; shattered killing energy scattered in all directions.

Ding Huan felt his entire body was about to shatter in half.

His five viscera and six bowels shifted out of place; his spiritual meridians rippled with cracks.

His soul sea rang with continuous thunder; he was flung backward.

In panic, Jia Baihe released Yan Zhuo and rushed forward to block Ding Huan.

"Puff!" A jet of blood shot out—Jia Baihe stopped Ding Huan from being flung further, but spewed a stream of blood.

"Thud!"

Dao resonance swirled around Ding Huan; his body fell like a thousand-jun boulder, firmly rooted to the ground.

Cracks radiated outward from his feet, spiderwebbing across the earth as if it would collapse at any moment.

As Ding Huan's spiritual sense reached Mu Gu, his domain stirred, preparing to reassemble Po-Jie Dao—he was stunned to find the Tianmeng brute had simply vanished after delivering only one strike.

"That man is incredibly strong," Jia Baihe wiped blood from her lips; her aura remained weak.

Her injuries were minor—only bruised by the violent aura.

Ding Huan stared at the spot where the Tianmeng brute had disappeared, inhaling deeply: "Indeed, very strong."

Compared to the Yu Xing he had killed before, this one was more than ten times stronger.

"What realm is he in?" Jia Baihe still trembled with fear, even relieved the brute had left.

"He should be on the Fifth Step of the Dao."

Though Ding Huan named the Tianmeng brute's realm, he felt that even if Yu Xing had reached the Fifth Step of the Dao, his power would not reach one-tenth of this brute's.

If all Tianmeng were this strong, his Creation Realm power was utterly insufficient.

Tens of thousands of li away from Ding Huan, the Tianmeng brute who had hurled him with the hammer halted.

He spat a jet of black blood; his entire aura withered.

"Incredibly powerful..." he muttered to himself.

Though Ding Huan had been flung away by his hammer, the fire poison within the Flame Hammer had not harmed him even slightly—in fact, the backlash had wounded him.

He sensed the human cultivator was immune to his fire-based Dao principles.

With just one strike, he knew he could not overcome Ding Huan.

Since he could not overcome him, there was no point wasting time.

He had lain hidden in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains for one or two thousand years, accumulating countless Dao Veins.

As for the human cultivators he had slain in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains, there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

As for the ants beneath the Creation Realm—he didn't even bother counting them.

The strongest human cultivator he had slain was on the Sixth Step of the Dao; moreover, Yi Qi, the Dao Ancestor of the Da Yi World, had been gravely wounded by his ambush during a battle with a Tianmeng warrior.

Yet this one, an ant below the Fourth Step of the Dao, had repelled him—and even inflicted minor wounds.

It was like a dream.

He could have stayed, but he had seen too many human cultivators hidden in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains.

He knew clearly: even if he stayed, he could not overcome that human cultivator.

But was this human cultivator truly below the Fourth Step of the Dao?

Qi Ku began doubting himself—he felt he might have misjudged.

The one who had slashed him back with a single Dahan Yi Dao was likely also on the Fifth Step of the Dao.

"Where do we go now?" Jia Baihe had spat blood, but her injuries were light.

After a long pause, Ding Huan said: "To Wanda City—to meet with Old Ling."

His mind still dwelled on the Tianmeng brute.

How long had that brute been hiding in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains?

If he had been hiding there for over a thousand years...

Then...

Ding Huan thought of this, and a sudden anticipation stirred within him.

He realized: that brute must have amassed a mountain of Dao Veins.

Once he found Old Ling, he would invite him to join him in this venture.

If they killed that Tianmeng brute, they would surely harvest a wealth of Dao Veins.

The traces of Po-Jie Dao's resonance still clung to him—residual for a short while.

As long as he searched, he would find him.

"My adoptive father…" Jia Baihe had released Yan Zhuo to save Ding Huan; now she lifted Yan Zhuo again, and his Dao aura was even more scattered, fractured, and chaotic.

Ding Huan summoned the Cosmic Pot: "Yi Jie, take the Cosmic Pot to Wan Dao City. I'll save the man."

Yi Jie had just been helplessly watching Ding Huan fight alone; it had thought its Level Five Sacred Beast status was impressive.

But now it sadly realized a truth.

Its Level Five Sacred Beast strength didn't even qualify it to join the battle.

This was still just an ordinary fight—if a Dao Ancestor showed up, it would probably just have to stay in Master Huan Ye's world, eating and waiting to die.

That wouldn't do. Yi Jie was a Sacred Beast—a Primordial Sacred Beast that had witnessed the opening of Master Huan Ye's world. It absolutely could not eat and wait to die.

Eating and waiting to die was for useless creatures like Er Gou. Yi Jie was no Er Gou.

"Master Huan Ye, leave it to your Yi… me." Yi Jie patted its chest—it decided it must follow Master Huan Ye closely during his cultivation, soaking in his Great Dao aura.

Close call. Just now, its heart had been surging with excitement, and it almost blurted it out.

Jia Baihe handed Yan Zhuo over to Ding Huan.

Although Ding Huan possessed Cosmic Essence, he did not use it.

Yan Zhuo's injuries could indeed be healed with Cosmic Essence.

But Ding Huan thought: if it could be done without Cosmic Essence, why waste it?

Yan Zhuo's soul sea was shattered, his Dao foundation damaged, his meridians collapsed…

Hmm, several Dao threads still tugged at his body—these must be the means used to threaten Yan Zhuo.

Each was a grievous wound.

Ding Huan was utterly unfazed. His greatest ability was repairing broken, missing, or chaotic cosmic laws.

Yan Zhuo's cultivation was stronger than Ding Huan's.

But in Ding Huan's eyes, Yan Zhuo's Dao was utterly insignificant—the Dao aura and principles forming it required almost no effort from Ding Huan to mend.

Even those few Dao threads, he didn't bother to locate their rupture points.

He simply severed them with one Great Cutting Technique.

At this moment, Ding Huan couldn't help but admire: the Great Cutting Technique was truly effective.

Severing Dao threads was effortless.

Compared to Ling Zhu's True Dao Chaos Transformation, Yan Zhuo's injuries were nothing.

In just half an hour, Ding Huan calmed Yan Zhuo's chaotic Dao.

Not only that—his shattered soul sea and collapsing meridians and dantian rapidly healed under Ding Huan's Great Cosmic Art.

When Yan Zhuo opened his eyes and felt his cultivation return, his Dao aura flowing smoothly, he stared at Ding Huan in shock:

"You cultivate Medical Dao?"

Only someone who cultivates Medical Dao could restore him so quickly, with no loss of power.

But ordinary Medical Dao cultivators couldn't even restore his Dao foundation?

He wasn't just restored—healed were his soul sea and dantian spirit networks. Even the mottled Dao aura within his Dao,

had been stripped away by Ding Huan.

Hmm, and those few tethering Dao threads—how did Ding Huan remove them?

That meant he previously had no chance to break through to the Seventh Step of Dao. Now, he had some chance.

Ding Huan smiled: "Not quite Medical Dao, but I've studied some of it."

When he perfected his own genes, he fused in genes from creatures with exceptional regenerative abilities.

After he achieved Dao, these methods became his own Dao principles, integrated into his Law River.

Though he didn't cultivate his Primordial Spirit, as long as even a trace of his flesh remained, theoretically he could revive.

In the future, as his Dao advances, perhaps one day—even if only one thread of Dao principle remains in this universe, he will be immortal.

Yan Zhuo had not seen Ding Huan casually kill Yu Xing, or slash back the Tian Meng clan elder.

He had been unconscious at the time.

So when he heard Ding Huan merely cultivated Medical Dao, a flicker of regret passed through his eyes.

Ding Huan had saved him by cultivating Medical Dao, and his Medical Dao was far beyond ordinary reach.

But he knew well—in this world where the strong rule, where lives vanish at a whim,

Medical Dao was a trivial path.

Not even Medical Dao—his own Golden Source Dao, a combat-oriented scripture—hadn't spared him from being beaten like a dog?

Sigh…

Yan Zhuo thought again of Yan Jiuyue's tragic fate, and how he could only watch, powerless.

"Adoptive father, Ding Huan is Ding Xiaotu—he changed his appearance earlier…" Jia Baihe, seeing Yan Zhuo's melancholy, quickly explained.

Yan Zhuo had guessed Ding Huan and Ding Xiaotu were the same person because even when Baihe's mind was unclear, her character remained fiercely resilient.

She couldn't have married Ding Xiaotu, then switched to Ding Huan.

But Ding Huan's disguise was so perfect—even Yan Zhuo hadn't seen through it.

No, not just him—even Feng Yu, the Dao Ancestor, hadn't seen through it.

Thinking of Feng Yu, that intense discomfort welled up again in Yan Zhuo's heart.

Is this guy even worthy to be a Dao Ancestor? Pfft!

"Lord Yan, there's something I must tell you."

Seeing Yan Zhuo was fine, Ding Huan finally spoke.

Still emotionally unsettled, Yan Zhuo snapped back to himself, stood quickly, and bowed to Ding Huan: "Thank you for saving my life. Without you, I would not have survived this."

He was Jia Baihe's nominal adoptive father, so he could not formally bow to Ding Huan.