Chapter 911: The Owner of the Leather Scroll

Ding Huan let out a breath of relief.

A venomous-snake-like existence like this—even if he had been a single breath late in killing it, he would have felt uneasy.

The reason he had used his gene-bloodline tracking method to wipe them out completely was because Lei Chou had said one sentence: his family would not let him off.

If Lei Chou was so brutal, how could his family possibly be decent folk?

Ding Huan knew very well that, no matter how simple it looked when he killed Lei Chou, swap in another person and they really might not have been able to kill Lei Chou—even Ling Zhuzhen, who was at the Sixth Step of the Great Dao, would probably have been helpless.

Setting aside killing Lei Chou, even finding Lei Chou would have been a blessing.

Still, his harvest was not bad either—the Great Thunder Technique, exactly what he had been missing among his Three Thousand Great Dao.

Ding Huan casually pulled out the Great Thunder Technique.

His divine sense landed on it, and in just an instant he caught a trace of a different Dao-intent aura.

This wasn't Lei Chou's.

"Chou'er, every member of our Lei clan—including your father Lei Hongji—died at the hands of Mo Wuji. You and your sister must remember, no matter when, to avenge your father.

This is the Great Thunder Technique your father obtained through untold hardship; use it to cut down and utterly destroy every person surnamed Mo…"

Sure enough, weeds grow among weeds, thorns sprout beneath thorns.

A crooked melon can only produce a cracked jujube.

Ding Huan sneered; this leather scroll had been tossed into his own world.

If it had been left outside, the Dao-intent on it would long since have perished under his gene-bloodline killing method.

With a raise of his hand, that remnant intent dissipated into nothing.

Lei Chou's sister—as long as she was in this plane, she could not escape

his gene-bloodline soul-tracking slash.

Collecting his own barrier, Ding Huan once again arrived at the edge of that giant boulder.

There was not the slightest sign of life on the giant boulder.

Whether they could cultivate or not, no one would come out at this moment to disturb Ding Huan.

They hadn't seen Ding Huan's process of slaying Lei Chou, but everyone guessed it.

Going out at a time like this—were they tired of living?

Standing at the edge of the giant boulder, Ding Huan stared at the barrier space before him.

This barrier was several grades higher than the ones he could set up.

If he were to set one up, he couldn't do it.

But having him study it was no problem at all.

Because this barrier was not more brilliant than his in every aspect.

The setting up of a barrier was the combination of the laws of heaven and earth and one's own Dao rules within space.

The laws composing this barrier left traces that could be followed.

This meant that whoever set up this barrier either had traces in their Great Dao, or their understanding of the laws of heaven and earth was inferior to his.

Although his barrier was lower in grade—even a fellow like Lei Chou could blast it apart with a single spear—

that was because he had set it up casually, and his Great Dao was only at the Fourth Step now; many insights into the Dao rules had not yet fallen into place.

If one spoke only of barrier laws, his barrier laws were considerably more complete than these.

Ding Huan stepped out, and beneath the Great Universe Zhou Tian, began slowly peeling away the constituent laws of this barrier.

No matter how strong this barrier before him was, it would not be stronger than that Chaos barrier wrapped around the Tribulation Laws he had encountered before.

That one was a natural barrier; this one was set up by someone.

As the laws on the outer perimeter of the barrier were stripped away one by one by Ding Huan, several days later Ding Huan completely opened the barrier before him.

The Eternal Life Grand Talisman had become a brand on Ding Huan's wrist; as long as he wished, he could activate the Eternal Life Grand Talisman to escape at any moment.

The barrier outside the giant boulder could not stop his Eternal Life Grand Talisman.

Everything that met his eyes gave Ding Huan a bit of a shock—here was nothing but bones.

Not white bones, but a greyish-hazy bone.

Any cultivator whose Great Dao had reached the Sage level—even if they had fallen or been killed—their bones still contained Dao-rhyme aura, so a greyish-haze was impossible.

Even after a million years, these bones should still have a faint layer of gold.

Yet here they were all greyish-hazy ash-bones; clearly, every cultivator who had entered had lost their Great Dao foundation and all their Dao rhyme.

Ding Huan's gaze landed on a slightly smaller skeleton; although that skeleton had long since lost its Dao-rhyme aura, Ding Huan still recognized it at a glance.

That was Elder Yi Shang's skeleton.

Which meant Elder Yi Shang had entered and perished here.

Ding Huan's eyes grew cold.

Elder Yi Shang and he were old friends; without Elder Yi Shang, Ji Baihe would have perished long ago.

Now that Elder Yi Shang had perished in this place, no matter what, he had to avenge Elder Yi Shang.

Ding Huan did not touch Elder Yi Shang's remains; his divine sense swept outward.

This space was not large; at the far end there was another layer of restriction blocking his divine sense.

Ding Huan did not immediately go after that restriction; he first raised his hand to roll up Elder Yi Shang's skeleton, placing it into a jade coffin, and only then drew out the Tribulation-Breaking Blade.

At the same time, Ding Huan began laying out various Poison Dao laws and Sinking Dao laws.

Whether they would be useful or not, he would set them up first.

Before Ding Huan had finished his setup, the layer of restriction that had been blocking him suddenly opened.

"Crack!"

A skeleton that was already greyish-hazy was tossed out, landing not far from Ding Huan's feet.

The sealing array was not reapplied; it remained open.

Ding Huan could see a man in a gray robe seated in empty space without using his spiritual sense.

The Dao rhythm swirling around him felt familiar to Ding Huan, yet he could not recall it at once.

"You are the first person I've ever seen who can open my barrier at the Fourth Step."

The gray-robed man's voice came, devoid of any emotion.

Ding Huan still did not answer; a chill crept down his back.

He believed his Dao, if not the number one in the universe, was certainly among the very top.

Know that since he began cultivation, his Great Universe Art had been perfecting and growing every moment.

Based on his understanding of Dao and cosmic laws, such a Dao art capable of constant growth seemed truly unseen.

Even if someone's Dao matched his, it could not surpass his.

Moreover, he had cultivated to the Fourth Step through his own Dao's principles, concealing his Dao cultivation via his own Dao laws.

Now, though not fully merged with the surrounding space, he was utterly flawless.

Why could this fellow see through his cultivation?

Something's wrong.

Ding Huan stared at this fellow; only now did he realize.

He did not even know what this man looked like.

The other had been staring at him, and he had been staring right back—why did the man's face leave no impression in his mind?

Or was it only after the man saw through his cultivation that his mind suddenly stirred and recalled it?

Ding Huan fixed his gaze tightly on the man's face.

No matter how hard he stared or how he scanned with his spiritual sense, he still had no concept of the man's face.

This fellow should have no face—but why did he always feel the man had one?

"Did you kill my friend?" Ding Huan's domain surged wildly, and the blade-force of Pojie Dao gathered at once.

The gray-robed man seemed powerful; no matter how strong he was, Ding Huan would not flee without a fight.

"Your Dao is indeed remarkable, but all of it is what I've already outgrown…"

The gray-robed man's voice came again: "Let us make a deal—you offer your Dao and flesh and blood; in time, I shall allow you to become a Primordial Demon God within my world…"

The man's words affected not one thread of Ding Huan's mind.

Hah, the Great Universe Art is what you've outgrown? No wonder he has no face.

Though Ding Huan's domain had enveloped this space and the blade-force of Pojie Dao continued to swell, he did not strike.

Deep inside, he felt a faint sense—this fellow was extremely powerful.

To act now might cost him the initiative.

Sometimes, striking first does not guarantee strength.

The man's words might be incomprehensible to others.

But Ding Huan understood them.

He was filled with shock.

According to this man's words, the Dao he cultivated…

Was it like primordial chaos dividing? Was this fellow using his own Dao as chaos to construct a chaotic world?

Once he completed this chaotic world, every being within it would become a Primordial Demon God with the world's opening.

In a sense, his Great Universe Art resembled this Dao.

But the difference was:

His Great Universe Art did not form a primordial-opened world, nor did it seek to create Primordial Demon Gods.

The world his Dao would form would evolve gradually—in truth, his world already held life, merely ordinary beings.

There were no Primordial Demon Gods, no chaotic lifeforms.

This man sought to construct chaos from himself, then form a chaotic world.

When his chaotic world was complete, he would be its god—unique and singular.

To guide one's Dao toward this path required having witnessed the opening of a primordial universe.

Perhaps he himself was a Primordial Demon God.

Aware of the danger, Ding Huan still formed his Great Universe Art's Zhou Tian.

Merely one Zhou Tian, and he immediately withdrew his Zhou Tian's operation.

He now knew who this man was.

He was the owner of that hide scroll.

Or perhaps a fragment of the scroll's owner—more likely a fragment.

Moreover, beneath his Great Universe Art's Zhou Tian, Ding Huan had clearly seen the man's face.

Or rather, this fellow truly had no face.

He had previously sensed the man had features, but his Great Universe Art's Zhou Tian clearly told him: this man had no facial features.

More importantly, he felt this man dared not move—likely due to his own Dao.

Indeed, almost the instant Ding Huan withdrew his Zhou Tian's operation, the gray-robed man's tone turned icy:

"So you took my hide scroll and ruined my plans."

As soon as these words were spoken, the space grew chillingly cold.

This mortal before him had been chosen by himself—for he carried great fortune and great destiny.

Yet it was this very mortal who had ruined everything.

This fellow not only stripped and destroyed his Great Dao thought imprint, but also interfered with his other schemes.

If his plan hadn't been sabotaged, why would he need to be here?

At this moment, he even doubted whether the Grand Divination Art was useful at all.

Because his choice of Ding Huan relied on the Grand Divination Art.

Ding Huan laughed in anger: "Old thing, you schemed against me, and on top of that you planted a Dao-thought imprint on me. After I destroyed it, you still dare to turn the tables on me?

I've never seen such a shameless scoundrel like you. If your Happy Grandpa guessed correctly, you should have five such avatars, right?"