Chapter 883: Chapter 883

"Your cultivation technique isn't bad." The burly man, resembling a giant bear, scrutinized Ding Huan with a hint of admiration in his tone.

Ding Huan said coolly, "Since you're not fully evolved, why come out and scare people?"

No matter the alien clan, Ding Huan never had any goodwill, only the intent to annihilate.

He didn't hesitate, not even against the Gods, battling from the Cultivation World to the Immortal Realm, then to the Divine World.

Passing through, he showed almost no mercy.

What surprised Ding Huan was that this mighty bear-like Tian Meng Clan man wasn't furious. He calmly said, "Hand over the Dao Vein, and you can have a way out..."

Almost as "a way out" was uttered, Ding Huan sensed a wave of death, a shiver spreading across his skin.

The Breaking Tribulation Blade, gathered for some time, burst open a curtain of destruction.

This damn thing, looking strong as an ox, was actually attempting a covert attack.

The sword curtain clashed with a colossal flaming hammer.

The Dao Rhythm exploded, the shattered atmosphere of slaughter spreading.

Ding Huan felt his entire body on the verge of breaking apart, his organs displacing, spiritual networks rippling.

His Sea of Consciousness rang out continuously, as his whole body was thrown back.

In a panic, Jia Baihe let go of Yan Zhuo and rushed forward to stop Ding Huan.

"Pfft!" A blood arrow spurted out; even though Jia Baihe stopped Ding Huan from tumbling further, she still spat out a blood arrow.

Around Ding Huan, the Dao Rhythm circulated, anchoring him to the ground like a heavy stone.

From Ding Huan's feet, the ground cracked, appearing ready to collapse at any moment.

Ding Huan used his Divine Will to communicate with the Dusk Drum. As the Domain stirred, and the Breaking Tribulation Blade was about to gather strength again, he was surprised to find that the Tian Meng Clan burly man, after just one move, inexplicably left.

"This person is strong." Jia Baihe wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her breath still weak.

She wasn't severely injured, only hurt by the violent aura.

Ding Huan gazed at the spot where the Tian Meng Clan burly man disappeared, taking a deep breath, "Indeed very strong."

Compared to Yu Xing, whom he had previously killed, this fellow was at least ten times stronger.

"What cultivation does he have?" Jia Baihe still seemed shaken, even somewhat relieved that the burly man had left.

"Should be at the Fifth Step of the Great Dao."

Even as Ding Huan spoke of this Tian Meng Clan man's cultivation, he felt that even if Yu Xing had stepped into the Fifth Step of the Great Dao, his strength wouldn't match even a tenth of this man's.

If the entire Tian Meng Clan were this strong, then his Creation Realm power was definitely insufficient.

Miles away from Ding Huan, the Tian Meng Clan burly man who had just slammed Ding Huan with a hammer stopped.

He spat out a pitch-black blood arrow, his aura declining.

"So impressive…" he muttered to himself.

Though he had flung Ding Huan away with a hammer, the fire poison of his Heavenly Fire Hammer hadn't harmed Ding Huan at all; instead, the backlash injured him.

He felt that the Human Clan cultivator seemed immune to his Fire Attribute Power.

With just one move, he realized he couldn't overcome Ding Huan.

Since he couldn't, there was no point wasting time.

He had been lurking in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountain Range for thousands of years, collecting countless Dao Veins.

As for the Human Tribe powerhouses he had killed in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountain Range, there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

As for the Creation Realm ants below, he couldn't be bothered to count.

The strongest Human Clan cultivator he slew was at the Sixth Step of the Great Dao; in fact, even Yiqi Taoist Ancestor of the Great Yi World was severely injured in a battle with the Tian Meng Clan strongman due to his sneak attack.

With such strength, being repelled by a less-than-Fourth-Step ant, and even suffering a minor injury, felt like a dream.

He indeed could have chosen not to retreat, but having seen so many Human Clan cultivators while lurking in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountain Range, he knew well that even if he didn't retreat, he still couldn't do anything against that Human Clan cultivator.

Was this Human Clan cultivator really not yet at the Fourth Step of the Great Dao?

Qi Kua began doubting himself, feeling perhaps he saw it incorrectly.

That person who chopped him down with one slash was likely also at the Fifth Step of the Great Dao.

"Where are we going now?" Although Jia Baihe had spat blood, her injuries weren't severe.

After a moment of pondering, Ding Huan finally said, "To Ten Thousand Dao City to meet up with Lao Ling."

His thoughts still lingered on the Tian Meng Clan burly man.

How long had that guy been lurking in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountain Range with such power?

If the opponent had been in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountain Range for over a thousand years, then…

At this thought, Ding Huan suddenly felt a little anticipation.

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Once he found Lao Ling, he'd invite him to attend to this matter together.

As long as they got rid of that Tian Meng Clan guy, they would surely gather a heap of Dao Veins.

That guy still bore the Dao Rhythm traces left by his Breaking Tribulation Blade, which would surely linger for some time.

As long as he went searching, he would be able to find him.

"My foster father..." Jia Baihe had just let go of Yan Zhuo to save Ding Huan, and now she once again supported Yan Zhuo, whose Daoist rhythm aura was even more scattered and chaotic.

Ding Huan summoned the Cosmic Pot: "Master Jie, you control the Cosmic Pot to go to Ten Thousand Dao City, I'll handle the rescue."

Master Jie had been helplessly watching Ding Huan fight alone; it thought being a level-five Holy Beast was very impressive.

But now it sadly realized a fact.

Its strength as a level-five Holy Beast was not even qualified to intervene in the battle.

This was just an ordinary fight; if a Taoist Ancestor participated, it feared it would have to continue staying in Mr. Huan's world, living a life of idleness.

That's not acceptable; Master Jie is a Holy Beast, one who has experienced the world-opening of Mr. Huan's universe. It absolutely cannot live a life of idleness.

Living idly is something only useless guys like Er Gou would do; Master Jie is not Er Gou.

"Mr. Huan, leave it to your Jie... me." Master Jie thumped its chest, determined to seize the opportunity during Mr. Huan's cultivation to bask in the Taoist rhythm.

What a close call, it almost spoke out loud in its excitement.

Jia Baihe handed Yan Zhuo over to Ding Huan.

Though Ding Huan had the Cosmic Essence, he did not use it.

For injuries like Yan Zhuo's, the Cosmic Essence could indeed bring him back.

Ding Huan thought if he could avoid using the Cosmic Essence, why waste it?

Yan Zhuo's Sea of Consciousness was shattered, his Dao Foundation damaged, and his meridians collapsed...

Hmm, there were a few Dao lines in his body, which should be a means to threaten Yan Zhuo.

Each was a severe wound.

Ding Huan was not afraid at all; his greatest skill was repairing the fractures, losses, or chaos of the Law of All Things...

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

In Ding Huan's eyes, Yan Zhuo's Great Dao was insignificant; the Dao rhythm laws and Great Dao laws constructing his path required little effort from Ding Huan.

Even those Dao lines, Ding Huan couldn't be bothered to find the point of collapse.

He simply used a Great Cutting Technique to sever them.

At this moment, Ding Huan couldn't help but marvel, the Great Cutting Technique was indeed useful.

Severing Dao lines was a breeze.

Compared to Ling Zhuzhen's Great Dao Chaos, Yan Zhuo's injuries were really nothing.

In just a short hour, Yan Zhuo's chaotic Great Dao was calmed by Ding Huan.

In addition, his cracked Sea of Consciousness and collapsing meridians and Dantian quickly recovered under Ding Huan's Great Universe Technique.

When Yan Zhuo opened his eyes, feeling his cultivation return and the smooth flow of his Dao rhythm, he looked at Ding Huan in shock:

"Are you cultivating the Dao of Medicine?"

Only someone cultivating the Dao of Medicine could restore him so quickly without any loss of strength.

No, ordinary Dao of Medicine Pathfinders wouldn't be able to restore his Dao Foundation.

It wasn't just his Dao Foundation that was restored; his Sea of Consciousness and Dantian's Spiritual Network were repaired. Even the mottled Dao rhythm in his Great Dao was removed by Ding Huan.

Hmm, and those pulling Dao lines, how did Ding Huan remove them?

It meant that originally he had no chance to advance to the Seventh Step of the Great Dao, but now he had some chance to try.

Ding Huan smiled: "It's not really the Dao of Medicine, though I've learned some of it."

When Ding Huan perfected his gene back then, he fused genes from creatures with strong regenerative abilities.

As he succeeded in his Dao, these techniques became part of his own Great Dao laws, integrated into his Law Star River.

Even without cultivating the Primordial Spirit, as long as his flesh existed to some extent, theoretically, he had a chance of reviving.

In the future, as his Dao progresses, perhaps one day, as long as a Dao principle of his exists in this universe, he will be immortal.

Ding Huan easily killed Yu Xing and struck back a strong member of the Tian Meng Clan, something Yan Zhuo didn't witness.

He was in a state of unconsciousness at that time.

So upon hearing that Ding Huan was only cultivating the Dao of Medicine, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Ding Huan had saved him by cultivating the Dao of Medicine, and Ding Huan's Dao of Medicine was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But he knew very well, in this world where the strong are respected and life is often forfeited, the Dao of Medicine is a minor path.

Not to mention the Dao of Medicine, with his Gold Origin Great Dao, adept at fighting, wasn't he still treated like a dog, being taught lessons repeatedly?

Yan Zhuo thought of Yan Jiuyue's tragic fate, yet he could only watch helplessly, having no way out.

"Foster father, Ding Huan is Ding Xiaotu, he shape-shifted before..." Jia Baihe, seeing Yan Zhuo's slight melancholy, quickly explained.

Yan Zhuo guessed that Ding Huan and Ding Xiaotu were one person because even though Bai He sometimes had confused consciousness, her character was always very resilient.

It was impossible for her to marry Ding Xiaotu and then turn to Ding Huan.

Yet Ding Huan's shape-shifting technique was so powerful that even he hadn't noticed it.

No, it wasn't just him; even the Fengyu Daoist Ancestor hadn't noticed it at the time.

Thinking of Fengyu Daoist Ancestor, an intense feeling of discomfort surged in his heart.

How could this person be a Taoist Ancestor? Bah!

"Sect Master Yan, there's something I need to tell you."

Ding Huan spoke only when he saw that Yan Zhuo was fine.

With emotions hard to calm, Yan Zhuo finally came to his senses, promptly stood up and bowed slightly to Ding Huan, saying: "Thank you for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I fear I wouldn't have survived this time."

He was Jia Baihe's honorary foster father, so he couldn't well offer formal respect to Ding Huan.