Chapter 494: Wangting Wangting Fudi

After sealing the heads and Jin Dan of two peak-Jin Dan cultivators, Jiang Ding used the Spirit-Slaying and Law-Slaying spell three times in a row to purge all lingering aura from the area.

Then, wisps of sword qi flew from his fingertips, wrapping Han Lin—whose divine soul and body were on the verge of collapse—and carrying him swiftly into the distance.

The two General General Heishi Jin Dan divine souls were not dead.

They would need months or years to die, at least tens of thousands of kilometers away, in a place utterly unrelated to this one; the extinguishing of their soul lamps would follow the same timeline.

After spending a great deal of time flying continuously for tens of thousands of kilometers, he had basically confirmed safety.

Jiang Ding set Han Lin down.

"Many thanks, Little Martial Uncle."

Han Lin stood up and bowed deeply.

"You're too polite."

Jiang Ding turned aside to avoid the bow and shook his head slightly: "Thank Commander Chen Chen instead; this was entirely his doing."

What others had done, he did not dare claim credit for.

"Many thanks to Commander Chen Chen."

Han Lin hurriedly added.

Jiang Ding nodded and rose, flying up into the sky.

Whether Han Lin was truly open-hearted or secretly bore resentment, none of it concerned him; there were still many matters to attend to, and he did not have much free time.

"Little Martial Uncle!"

Han Lin gritted his teeth and called out to him again.

"Mm?"

Jiang Ding looked at him in puzzlement.

"Little Martial Uncle, have you ever heard of the Northern Plains Wangting Wangting Fudi?"

Han Lin dared not beat around the bush and said quickly: "It is said that over ten thousand years ago, the ancestor of the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains—an invincible powerhouse—established a Secret Realm for his descendants, which opens once every thousand years."

"To enter it, one needs something called the Wangting Token."

"This item only appears during the Thousand-Year Wangting War, and only in the hands of the victorious direct bloodlines of the twenty-eight families. This is why they have always maintained such a strict distinction between legitimate and illegitimate lines—to preserve the purity of their bloodline and ensure they always retain the qualification to enter the Wangting Wangting Fudi."

"Within the Wangting Fudi, only direct-lineage Jin Dan cultivators of the twenty-eight families may enter. Inside, there are Nascent Soul Condensing Pills, Nascent Soul cultivation methods, secret arts, magic treasures—everything one could desire. As long as one passes the trials, condensing a Nascent Soul is a breeze."

Han Lin revealed a look of longing.

For someone of his low aptitude, the only possibility to advance further on the Dao was to obtain a great fortune; to him, this Wangting Wangting Fudi was no different from a garden of divine peaches.

"I've heard of it."

Jiang Ding nodded.

In the memories of Tian Kuang Qing Daoren, Shang Shang Chengye, and others, it was mentioned—filled with intense longing and envy.

There, only direct descendants of the twenty-eight families could enter; even their branch-line members could not.

But to be honest, he was not very interested.

Nascent Soul Gong Fa, secret arts, Nascent Soul Condensing Pills, magic treasures, infant treasures—none of these were anything too important to him; they could only be considered loose wealth, worth picking up in passing.

Taking risks under the noses of numerous Nascent Soul cultivators of the Zhengmo Alliance—better to forget it.

He only had to wait.

Wait until he reached the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, and then take whatever he wished.

When that time came, even if this Wangting Wangting Fudi were hidden within the void, he could drag it out by force, take his time admiring it, and might even consider refining it into a medicinal garden or the like.

Picking up scraps here and there is pointless.

"What this disciple wishes to speak of concerns the composition of the Northern Plains Wangting Wangting Fudi."

Han Lin knew as much.

This one was different from him; the man only needed time to advance to Nascent Soul, and safety was what mattered most.

"This disciple usually enjoys exploring the cave dwellings of predecessors and obtained some ancient texts. In them there are fragmentary records of an unimaginable great war that erupted tens of thousands of years ago. The sky itself was shattered, the world plunged into darkness, countless living beings perished, and the entire world became a wasteland."

Shattering the sky of the world?

Jiang Ding was somewhat skeptical.

As far as he knew, even Soul Transformation cultivators would struggle to break through the world's barrier and cause permanent damage to it—damage that took tens of thousands of years to recover.

Among cultivators, exaggerated records were extremely common.

"It was not until over twenty thousand years later that the world's sky recovered, living beings began to proliferate, and cultivators began to appear."

Han Lin continued.

"Many more years passed, and the ancestor of the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains appeared, invincible for an era. Approaching his twilight years, he found a shard of the Nine Heavens and refined it into the Wangting Wangting Fudi, allowing his descendants to benefit from generation to generation, down to the present day."

"What is a shard of the Nine Heavens?"

Han Lin's eyes burned with fervor: "It is a shard of the world's sky created by that unimaginable great war tens of thousands of years ago. It fell to the earth, and within it are preserved the traces of that great battle."

Nine Heavens ruins, the Tianshenlei Sect.

Jiang Ding recalled something.

The Tianshenlei Sect seemed to have fallen tens of thousands of years ago, with its cultivators wiped out.

"The Wangting Wangting Fudi refined from the largest shard of the Nine Heavens is naturally beyond our reach."

"However, other shards are still scattered elsewhere, hidden in the dark layers of space. From time to time, people discover them and obtain great fortune."

Han Lin explained.

"So, you found a shard of the Nine Heavens?"

Jiang Ding considered thoughtfully.

This fellow, though unlucky and often hunted, also seemed to be quite fortunate—both phenomena appeared.

"That is correct."

"I discovered clues in an ancient cultivator's cave dwelling over ten thousand years old, and after overcoming countless difficulties, I found it. This fragment was once controlled by a sect called the Fallen Void Sect, which flourished over ten thousand years ago. Later, this sect was destroyed by the ancestors of the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains, and this small Wangting Wangting Fudi vanished without a trace."

Han Lin said proudly.

It sounds simple when told, but in fact he went through quite a few trials and tribulations along the way.

If one's divine sense were even slightly duller, or one's research into ancient texts and ancient history were any less thorough, it would have been absolutely impossible to discover.

"Unfortunately…"

The pride on Han Lin's face turned to dejection.

"In order to discover this Nine Heavens fragment, I had to frequently contact members of the Spiritual Treasure Commerce Association and the Northern Plains families to collect and decipher ancient texts, trading with them. Although I tried my best to stay hidden, I still revealed some flaws. After multiple narrow escapes from pursuit and killing, I attracted the attention of the Six Paths Holy Son."

"This Nine Heavens fragment is hidden in the void. Only at specific times, through specific tokens, can cultivators below Nascent Soul enter."

"With no other choice, I could only take two tokens from the ancient cultivator's cave dwelling, then scatter the remaining seven tokens in all directions, using this to escape the Six Paths Holy Son's pursuit."

"Little Martial Uncle."

Han Lin handed out a token and said solemnly: "I know you do not like taking risks, but this place may contain clues above Nascent Soul, the key to us loose cultivators advancing further. Please consider it carefully."

He guessed that his Little Martial Uncle had mastered a Nascent Soul-level inheritance.

But anything beyond that was somewhat impossible — such things simply did not exist in the lands of the Three Kingdoms.

Giving the entry token at this time, besides hoping for some assistance within the Nine Heavens fragment, also carried the meaning of rewarding the other party.

Although it was Senior Chen He's favor,

with his deeply hidden pride, he naturally would not allow himself to owe others too much, lest in the future he be unable to repay it fully and find himself in a dangerous situation, forced to go against his immortal Dao conviction of preserving himself through wisdom.

"What I seek is not much."

Han Lin bowed slightly: "I only ask that whatever Suo You Gong Fa and classics you obtain within the Nine Heavens fragment, you share a copy with this disciple. Nascent Soul Gong Fa would be best — the kind for purifying magic power, condensing and refining divine soul secret arts, and the like."