Chapter 931

"Greetings, Elder Lan."

After Chang Yun and the others arrived, they immediately rushed to Lan Xihé and bowed deeply.

"Chang Yun, Zuo Qiong, Chen Chi, and Quan Qingcheng—you bastards, what did I and Bai Yue ever do to you?"

"We never wronged you at all—why did you try to surround and kill us?"

Guan Huan's furious voice rang out.

Only then did Chang Yun and the others recognize Ding Huan and Guan Huan.

They didn't know Ding Huan had slain Qu Beige.

In their eyes, with the four of them here, what did the Two Huan of Tianxu matter?

The only thing they worried about was Lan Xihé's stance.

Before Chang Yun could ask Lan Xihé, Ding Huan slapped down his palm.

The massive Qi palm imprint engulfed and bound all four men; their faces instantly paled.

"Old Guan, we've got plenty to do—why waste time on these four ants? We called them here just to settle scores and leave." Ding Huan said casually.

"Elder, save me…" Zuo Qiong panicked—he was already at the Fourth Step of the Dao, yet why couldn't he move beneath Ding Huan's palm imprint?

Ding Huan hadn't even extended his domain—could Ding Huan be stronger than Lan Xihé?

"Elder, this disciple has no connection with them," Lan Xihé quickly distanced herself from Zuo Qiong's plea.

Elder?

Both Zuo Qiong and the other three were stunned.

Lan Xihé called Ding Huan "Elder"—just who the hell is this Ding Huan?

Isn't he the same Ding Huan from the Two Huan of Tianxu they knew?

What virtue or merit does Ding Huan have that Lan Xihé, a Seventh Step Daoist, calls him "Elder"?

Ding Huan's cold voice rang out: "You four not only chased Old Guan, but also recklessly tried to destroy Little Tianxu."

You owe your very existence to Little Tianxu, yet you refuse to protect it—instead, you kill each other over trivial matters within it."

Do you intend to destroy Little Tianxu?"

"Today, by chance, I happened to pass by—I'll settle all these grudges right now."

All four were going mad—if settling their grudges meant killing them all, they could've settled it themselves.

They'd rather give up their Dao Courts than die.

"Ding Elder, spare us! We'll definitely settle our own grudges—I, Chang Yun, swear I won't…"

Before Chang Yun could finish speaking, Ding Huan's palm imprint slammed onto them.

Four streaks of blood exploded; Ding Huan tore open four worlds simultaneously.

In Ding Huan's mind, even a mosquito's flesh is flesh.

So after killing Chang Yun and the other three, he unhesitatingly seized everything from their worlds.

As for what valuable items were inside—he'd sort them out later when he had time.

"Lan Daofriend, since you've cultivated your Dao in Little Tianxu, you'd better take charge of it—don't let this kind of garbage happen again."

"Otherwise, no matter how far you go within Little Tianxu, you'll remain exactly as you are now—whether you've severed your Dao or not, the outcome won't change."

With that, Ding Huan controlled the Cosmic Cauldron and swiftly departed.

Lan Xihé shuddered—she'd genuinely never cared whether Little Tianxu was ruined, as long as she severed her Dao and left.

Now, she suddenly felt Ding Huan's words made perfect sense.

"Mistress…" Only after Ding Huan's Cosmic Cauldron had vanished far away did Qin Qin emerge from her flying artifact.

"You really like this Ding Huan? So you want to leave with him?" Lan Xihé looked at Qin Qin.

Qin Qin lowered her head and said nothing.

She was a highly rational, deeply proud person.

Since her subtle confession to Ding Huan—and his clear rejection—she had buried her emotions.

She would never again show them before Ding Huan.

And she knew well: as long as she never revealed her feelings to Ding Huan, such a man would never bring it up himself.

But she truly wanted to leave with Ding Huan.

It wasn't just because she liked him.

Compared to her own Ancestral Master, she trusted Ding Huan far more.

Deep inside, in terms of cultivation and severing the Dao, following Ding Huan felt far more reliable than following Lan Xihé.

Yet from any angle, she had no reason to abandon her Ancestral Master for a young man who clearly looked down on her master.

The key point: this young man already had a Dao partner.

With a long sigh, Qin Qin felt utterly lost.

"Come, although the Dao of my Tianxuan Women's Palace isn't top-tier yet, after I sever my Dao, I will certainly refine the Great Dao anew."

"After I sever my Dao and attain cultivation, follow me to re-perceive the Tianxuan Dao."

Lan Xihé did not expose Qin Qin's feelings.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, Qin Qin liking Ding Huan was correct,

even quite astute.

But clearly, it was flowers with intent and flowing water without—Qin Qin following Ding Huan had no future whatsoever.

If so, better to follow me and re-attain the Dao.

Does the Holy Maiden of the Tianxuan Women's Palace have no dignity?

It's always others begging to marry the Tianxuan Women's Palace Holy Maiden—when did the Holy Maiden ever chase after someone to beg for marriage?

The Cosmic Pot passed through the Great Wheel Vortex and continued forward.

The journey that once took over a decade to fly, Ding Huan now traversed in just one year, crossing the Cosmic Vortex and entering the Void Realm where the Great Universe resides.

Ding Huan did not return to the Great Universe, but pressed onward.

To enter the Void Realm where the Gods' World lies, one must find the Cosmic Wall at the outer edge of the Great Universe.

Originally, when he searched for Elder Yi Shang, he had encountered the source where the Cosmic Wall formed, deep within the Void Canyon.

Yet relying on that location to find the Cosmic Wall was nearly impossible.

Moreover, Ding Huan was uncertain whether the Cosmic Wall formed at that place was the same one leading into the Gods' World.

So Ding Huan chose to follow the direction given in the jade slip from Lan Xihé.

The Cosmic Wall, once condensed within the universe, is not static.

As time passes and various celestial laws merge and accumulate, the Cosmic Wall's rules grow stronger and gradually extend deeper.

The direction Lan Xihé provided was that after exiting the outer edge of the Lesser Heaven Ruins, one must fly for roughly a hundred thousand years to reach the Cosmic Wall leading into the Gods' World.

The Cosmic Wall at the outer edge of the Lesser Heaven Ruins that Lan Xihé mentioned was naturally not the Cosmic Wall at the edge of the Great Wheel Mountain, but the one Ding Huan encountered when Ke chased him.

If the Cosmic Wall at Great Wheel Mountain was a low-grade Cosmic Wall, then the one Ding Huan encountered while fleeing from Deng was a mid-grade Cosmic Wall.

And the Cosmic Wall Lan Xihé provided for entering the Gods' World was a high-grade Cosmic Wall.

"Old Guan, steer the Cosmic Pot along this direction—I need to re-enter seclusion for a while," Ding Huan said, simply handing the task of piloting the Cosmic Pot back to Guan Huan.

Lan Xihé's strength required roughly a hundred thousand years of flight; Ding Huan estimated that even with his Cosmic Pot's maximum speed, it would take at least ten thousand years?

Now that he entrusted the Cosmic Pot to Guan Huan, the journey might take even longer—several tens of thousands of years was normal.

……

Ding Huan returned to his own world and immediately went to observe the decomposition of the Eternal Divine Wheel.

The rate at which the Eternal Divine Wheel's laws were decomposing accelerated.

Although this "acceleration" was still measured in millions of years, Ding Huan was quite satisfied.

After all, it was a Chaotic treasure—if it truly reverted to its original state, he would gain another trump card.

Now, examine the Eternal Life Talisman.

Ding Huan frowned.

The Eternal Life Talisman was also being decomposed, but it was already breaking down the foundational laws of the artifact.

In other words, although Ding Huan was not the first to possess the Eternal Life Talisman, its original owner had not done as the Eternal Divine Sage had done.

That is, he did not lock the Eternal Life Talisman with his own Dao resonance and bloodline, ensuring that even after his death, no second person could seize it.

It seems this was a noble fellow, free from base desires.

Given this, should he continue decomposing the Eternal Life Talisman?

If he continued, the Eternal Life Talisman would truly be ruined.

The foundational laws of the Eternal Life Talisman were already being decomposed; though he gained benefits during this process,

Compared to the Eternal Life Talisman—a primordial treasure—these benefits seemed negligible.

In the span of a single thought,

Ding Huan made his decision.

Let the Eternal Life Talisman's laws continue to decompose.

A primordial treasure—he could afford to expend it.

Besides, he had the Cosmic Pot; he needed no Eternal Life Talisman to travel anywhere.

The Cosmic Wall was merely a matter of mastery over celestial laws.

When he one day mastered the composition of the high-grade Cosmic Wall's celestial laws, he could likewise guide the Cosmic Pot through it.

Now, let the Eternal Life Talisman decompose within his Chaotic Law Sea, so he could witness what the primordial state of such primordial treasures and Chaotic treasures truly was.

He stopped paying attention to the Eternal Life Talisman and did not cultivate.

His cultivation meant absorbing celestial qi to fill his Great Dao foundation.

Cultivation could wait—he had countless Dao veins, even half-premium ones.

He simply lacked no resources.

Moreover, he continuously refined the celestial laws of his world and perfected his Law River.

Now that his cultivation direction was clear, the first thing the Great Universe Art needed to refine was the Chaotic Law Sea.

The Chaotic Law Sea was currently decomposing the Eternal Life Talisman and the Eternal Divine Wheel.

It was unsuitable for further refinement.

But that was fine—he had plenty to do.

Deep within that Void Canyon, he had encountered the avatar of the hide-scroll master and seized the opportunity to strike him down.

Leaving aside other matters, he now possessed two items.

A bead, a massive stone.

Hmm, and the Cosmic Mill's core…

Thinking of the Cosmic Mill's core, Ding Huan didn't even bother refining it—he simply tossed it into the Chaotic Law Sea to be decomposed.

What was a Chaotic treasure?

Didn't it all eventually get decomposed within his own Chaotic Law Sea?

But the abacus bead—he had no intention of letting it go; he planned to refine it.

This thing belonged to the hide-scroll master.

He had reached where he was today, and he could not deny that a large part of it stemmed from the hide-scroll.

Yet even if he owed the hide-scroll, he would not surrender his own life to it.

This abacus bead was dropped by the skin scroll's owner; it might be something very important, and only after he refines this thing will he be able to learn some information.

At the very least, he'll be able to know which magic treasure this abacus bead belongs to.