Ding Huan sat on the iron pot, and the speed of the pot was not even one-tenth utilized.
Ding Huan dared not bring the speed of the iron pot to its maximum.
Even with such speed, his divine consciousness was constantly focused on it, afraid of being swallowed by space distortion.
Three months later, Ding Huan finally let out a sigh of relief.
In these several months, the iron pot encountered space distortion seventeen times and space blade rays thirty-one times.
Without exception, all were avoided, and only once was it brushed by a space blade ray.
As Ding Huan had expected, when a space blade ray hit the iron pot, it made a clear sound but caused no damage at all.
In addition to that, the iron pot avoided swamps twice.
Over the past few months, Ding Huan's spiritual awareness has refined and increased once again. His cultivation has not improved, but his skills in formation magic have advanced to a higher level.
"If we didn't travel on the iron pot, we might need three hundred years to cover the distance in three months," Wen Zhixi couldn't help but sigh.
This boundless void swamp is so vast that even a single swamp might be impossible for them to traverse.
Ding Huan nodded, but he believed that thirty years were not enough.
Don't underestimate the speed of the iron pot, which is only utilized at one-tenth of its potential. Even this one-tenth speed is faster than a top-tier inferior spirit artifact.
So, even if they traveled for thirty years, they wouldn't be able to cover the distance of these three months. At least fifty years would be needed.
"Big Brother Ding, if we get out of the Billion Void Swamp, where do you want to go?“Wen Zhixi saw that Ding Huan wasn't cultivating. She also wasn't cultivating and stayed by his side.
Now she has a clear goal, but unfortunately, the Yaochi Jade Maiden Sect is a female cultivation sect. Its name alone is enough to know that.
Otherwise, if Ding Huan and I could join the same Daoist Sect, that would be great.
Ding Huan smiled: "I have a dream, to follow in the footsteps of my predecessors. No matter where I am, I strive for this dream."
Wen Zhixi didn't understand Ding Huan's words and casually said: "I think everyone has this dream of cultivating to attain immortality, freedom, and being in control of one's own fate."
Ding Huan didn't explain, his dream was to find the traces of Chinese deities and gods, go towards them.
To find out why the Nine Heavens collapsed, why the Chinese immortals left their universe, and to seek the secret of Earth's cycle of rebirth.
Finally, immortality.
Ding Huan gradually increased the speed of the iron pot. After another two months, Ding Huan's divine consciousness swept across a boundless gray expanse.
Is that the end?...
At the same time.
The pale-faced Fuan Ping stopped. She felt her ancestor's call.
If it were half a year ago, she would have excitedly increased her speed to rush to her ancestor's side. Now, she wasn't sure if she should go.
She left behind the most important thing her ancestor had asked her to bring, the golden dao fruit.
After a long time, she finally changed direction and carefully walked towards the direction her ancestor had called.
After half a day, Fuan Ping stopped in front of an ordinary small mound.
Looking from outside the small mound, it looked like a grave mound. Such small mounds are everywhere in the swamp.
Standing in front of the small mound, Fuan Ping's legs were trembling slightly.
After a long while, she finally cut open her forehead, and a drop of blood fell onto the mound. Then she extracted an jade talisman and activated it.
The mound slowly cracked open, revealing a portal that could only be entered by one person.
Huang Ping gritted her teeth and stepped into the portal.
The mound closed again, and Fuan Ping saw an altar, on which there was only a human-shaped gray bamboo root.
"Very good, it's indeed impressive that my Royal Family's people can make it here," said the voice of the gray bamboo root in a hoarse old tone.
Fuan Ping hurriedly knelt down: "I kneel before my ancestor, Fuan Ping."
She knew that this was the location of her ancestor's astral projection. She even knew that the gray bamboo root was an unparalleled treasure, the Soul-Condensing Bamboo Root.
"Very good. Since you have seen me, don't call me the ancestor anymore. You can call me Xing Ancestor. Now, bring the Law-Deity Fruit." The bamboo root spoke again.
Fuan Ping, trembling with fear and unease, said: "Yes, Xing Ancestor. The ungrateful granddaughter encountered a Daoist cultivator named Ding Huan in the swamp. His strength surpasses mine. He forcefully severed my arm and stole the Law-Deity Fruit."
Upon seeing that Xing Ancestor showed no concern for her severed arm, Fuan Ping knew that she would find it difficult to escape this calamity.
"What?" A wave of anger almost exploded Fuan Ping's eardrums. Then, a huge handprint struck towards her.
Fuan Ping was blown away by the handprint, as if she were a withered lotus leaf. She crashed into the stone wall, fell down, and spat out blood incessantly.
"I have spent so much effort, given you so many resources, and you can't even handle such a trivial matter. What use are you to me?"
The angry voice is about to tear apart this space, indicating that the emotions are extremely volatile.
"Ancestor Xing, it is my fault. My cultivation base is too weak. That man's cultivation realm is too strong, and his strength has reached the Grand Yin Realm."
It is my ungrateful descendant's due to die, but I hope, before I die, to etch the appearance of that person for Ancestor Xing. If Ancestor Xing can leave here in the future, please avenge my descendant...
Fuan Ping's words are filled with extreme anxiety and anger. She indeed wants to die.
But even if she dies, she wants Ancestor Xing to kill Ding Huan in the future.
After saying this, she didn't wait for Fuan Family Ancestor to speak and drew out Ding Huan's appearance voluntarily.
"Where is Ding Huan now?" The gray bamboo root finally calmed down some of its anger and asked in an ice-cold tone.
Fuan Ping immediately replied, "He has also come to the swamp. With him is a woman, whose cultivation level should be in the middle to late Xuanxian stage."
"How long will it take for them to come here?" The gray bamboo root slowly asked.
Fuan Ping hesitated for a moment: "I have used all the Hurongfus. They won't walk as fast as I do. I estimate that they will appear in this area within a month."
"Good, take this. As long as you can bring them here, I will take care of you once." The gray bamboo root dropped a piece of bamboo leaf.
Fuan Ping picked up the bamboo leaf, somewhat puzzled, but she dared not ask.
Indeed, the gray bamboo root continued: "This is the Seeking Spirit Leaf. As long as the two of them appear within a radius of ten million miles, you can sense their presence."
Even if they are beyond this range, you can still perceive them vaguely.
"Yes, my grandson knows that as long as they dare to come, my grandson will definitely bring Ding Huan here. "
Fuan Ping carefully retreats.
After receiving the ancestor's inheritance for so long, she knew something about the temperament of Xing Ancestor. He just wants her to bring the people here as a pretense.
As long as she holds the bamboo leaf outside, when Ding Huan comes, Xing Ancestor will definitely know. Xing Ancestor will come out to catch people himself.
The Ancestor Xing should be able to leave that altar in a short period of time.
Fuan Ping sighed, but she dared not flee.
Her inheritance is left by the ancestor. As long as she dares to escape, it will be a death sentence, and even death will be more pitiful...
Fuan Ping was still waiting for Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi in the swamp.
While Fuan Ping was waiting in the swamp, Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi had already crossed the swamp and were now stepping out of the iron pot.
The two stood at the edge of the swamp, both staring in disbelief at the scene in front of them.
This was an ocean, with Ding Huan's divine consciousness unable to fathom how far this ocean stretched and its area.
Wave after wave of the sea's surf beat against the shore, appearing more powerful than the tide in the swamp.
The reason for the shock was that the sea water in front of them was not blue, but gray.
Even more mysteriously, no matter how great the waves were, once they reached the edge of the swamp, they would vanish without a trace.
There is no coast between the gray sea and the swamp. If one must say a coast, it is the edge of the swamp.
"My divine consciousness can only penetrate three meters below the surface of the sea and then be blocked." Wen Zhixi looked at Ding Huan, and her eyes held a trace of fear.
If the boundless water marsh is endless and there is hope to cross it,
However, seeing this boundless gray sea, she has a premonition that as soon as she enters this vast expanse: there is no hope of survival.
It's a kind of insignificant psychology facing boundless expanses, insignificant to the point where one feels like they don't exist.
Ding Huan's divine consciousness can only penetrate several hundred meters downwards, and he did not reply to Wen Zhixie's words. This sea also gave him a sense of being impossible to cross.
Ding Huan reached out his hand, and a ball of water was lifted by him. However, before the water could reach him, it had vanished completely.
Ding Brother, the route map says that we need to use the materials on the edge of this Gray Sea to refine a ship. By sailing on the ship, we can cross over the Gray Sea... Wen Zhixie was even doubting her own words.
She had a faint feeling that this method seemed half-baked, but as the route map had been useful before, it was unlikely that it would include such a half-baked method.
Ding Huan coldly laughed: "This route map is sheer nonsense."
"But it's been correct before." Wen Zhixie knew that Ding Huan's thoughts were the same as hers. She still couldn't help but say it.
Ding Huan said, "The part before was correct, but the method of travel in this Gray Sea is sheer nonsense."
"Why?" Wen Zhixie was puzzled and asked.
She felt that this travel method was a bit odd, but couldn't say why.
Ding Huan explained:
Because the person who created this route map never intended for people to actually cross the billions of void swamp. If I didn't guess wrong, the person who left the route map might be in the swamp.
If we hadn't flown over here in the iron pot, this person would have discovered us and probably intercepted us.
"Can we borrow the iron pot to cross the sea?" Wen Zhixie knew that the iron pot Ding Huan had was extraordinary, and sitting in it to cross the sea might just be possible.
Ding Huan grabbed a few materials, and randomly refined a wooden boat. Then he threw the wooden boat into the sea.
In the next moment, the wooden boat slowly sank down and then disappeared from the sea surface.
Wen Zhixie stared at the gray sea blankly, never having seen a sea without buoyancy before.
"Let's rest here for a while and think of a solution before proceeding." Ding Huan began to set up protective measures.
Array.
This gray sea is too strange. After several calculations, he got a blank result each time.
A blank result maybe because he couldn't calculate it out, but there is also another possibility that he has no future.
