In just a fleeting moment, Ding Huan knew he must immediately charge out from the gap in the barrier he had just torn open, or else he would have no future.

At this moment, Ding Huan no longer cared about any after-effects, frantically burning the Taoist Rhythm and Essence Blood of his life force.

As the Great Dao and life force burned, the space around Ding Huan seemed to be pierced by an abrupt explosion of Dao fire.

The suffocating space loosened, and Ding Huan finally gained a sliver of opening.

He saw the threat against him, a gigantic hand seal.

Even facing imminent death, Ding Huan still remembered the tragedy in Earth's mythology where the monkey couldn't escape the Buddha's handprint.

The direction that hand seal extended from was clearly where he had just come from in the chaos.

Ding Huan was desperately burning his Essence Blood, and he only had a few breaths of chance to survive.

The Devouring God Halberd in his hand, filled with Ding Huan's strong will to fight desperately, was hurled out by him.

The aura of the Devouring God Halberd became violent, like a fierce beast that devours people.

Ding Huan captured that unwilling and angry aura.

He could only say sorry; this Devouring God Halberd always made him inexplicably dislike it.

He had to escape for his life, and now he could only sacrifice it.

The entire process took less than half a breath, and Ding Huan had already become skin and bones.

The Great Dao and life force he just burned were too immense.

The space loosened, filled with the endless wild killing Daoist Rhythm, the Devouring God Halberd blocked his rear path for him.

Ding Huan had no other worries, frantically rushing towards the gap in the barrier.

Boom!

The Devouring God Halberd self-destructed.

At that moment, the endless Heaven and Earth Laws shattered, and the space of Heaven and Earth collapsed.

The wild killing aura rampaged behind Ding Huan.

The self-destruction of the Devouring God Halberd tore open that enormous hand seal.

Even though Ding Huan's speed was fast enough, the terrifying aura still slammed into his body.

The Devouring God Halberd was his magical treasure, and even in self-destruction, it wouldn't harm him much.

But after the handprint was torn open, the exploding killing Daoist Rhythm was terrifying.

Like the collapse of the universe, it blasted in all directions.

In just a moment, Ding Huan's physical body was all torn like a rag, bones emitting a cracking sound.

Ding Huan knew very well that he absolutely couldn't let his bones collapse at this moment.

Once the whole body's bones collapsed, his path to survival would be cut off.

The life force was continuously stripped away, and at this moment, Ding Huan was ten times more miserable than the King of Jiangjian who fled earlier.

The miserable King of Jiangjian was just bones covered by skin.

Now Ding Huan was bloody and mutilated, his skin was not intact at all, and as for the bones, they were already on the edge of breaking.

Once they broke, he would become a pile of broken bones.

Taking advantage of the interval between the self-destruction of the Devouring God Halberd and that Primordial Energy Hand Seal clashing together, Ding Huan frantically fled.

If it weren't for the Life Tree providing him with life force, Ding Huan was sure he would have long become a heap of paralyzed bone fragments.

But the hand seal behind him evidently had no intention of letting him go.

Even though the hand seal was torn apart by his Devouring God Halberd's self-destruction, a complete finger seal still rushed out from the self-explosion space of the Devouring God Halberd, sticking to Ding Huan's back like a maggot.

The dreadful killing pressure made Ding Huan aware that if he continued, his Great Dao might collapse, but he could only keep on fleeing madly.

The life force from the Life Tree urgently supplemented Ding Huan, yet Ding Huan's world still rapidly dimmed.

"Crack!"

Upon hearing the sound of his bones breaking, a sense of despair rose in Ding Huan's heart.

Thud!

The broken handprint finally slammed into Ding Huan's back, sending him spinning away like a top.

He could no longer spit out blood.

At this moment, his body was riddled with gaping wounds, all internal organs were torn apart, and the mottled mix of flesh and fractured bones looked as though it had been churned in a blender.

Falling into the void, Ding Huan opened his mouth wide and found himself still alive.

His body was completely unrecognizable as a person, yet he still had life.

The giant handprint that was just shattered by his Devouring God Halberd's self-destruction never left him once he escaped the barrier.

Fortunately, that finger seal which pursued him through the void had its killing aura reduced by more than ninety percent after being blown apart by the Devouring God Halberd.

That finger seal pushed him to the brink of death, yet still did not kill him.

Ding Huan moved his arm, broken into several pieces, and turned his hollow eyes towards the direction of the World of Gods.

He had never imagined such an existence in the vast universe.

This level of power is beyond the reach of thought, something Ding Huan had not considered before.

Though temporarily safe, Ding Huan knew he couldn't return to Blue Star Island. Returning meant not only courting death himself but also dooming everyone else on Blue Star Island.

The vague scent of death hadn't left him; he could still sense the crisis and pressure of death.

His Divine Will stirred, and the Cosmic Pot burst forth, with Ding Huan falling onto it as the Cosmic Pot madly shot away.

He had to reach the Fog Realm; it was his only path to survival.

What sat upon the Cosmic Pot wasn't merely the severely injured Ding Huan but rather a pile of fragmented, bloody bones heaped together.

Only his skull managed to remain somewhat intact, yet even the skull had deep cracks that seemed ready to split at any moment.

The Life Tree frantically transmitted life force to Ding Huan, but he discovered that his bones couldn't reassemble.

The terrifying killing Daoist Rhythm persistently invaded his body; he didn't even have the ability to separate from it.

The killing intent seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

Ding Huan could only forcibly connect his fractured bones together and then shakily stand up.

This kind of action was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

He couldn't recover on his own now; he just needed to find a place to slowly strip away the Killing Dao Rhythm that tore and corroded his body, and he would eventually recover someday.

But now forcibly connecting the bones was akin to using his Great Dao Rules to make the bones barely fuse.

The Killing Dao Rhythm that corroded his body would integrate even more into his Great Dao and bloodline.

The difficulty of expelling it in the future would increase by several times.

Yet Ding Huan had no choice; the vaguely encompassing sense of crisis grew heavier.

If he were a little slower, by the time that hand seal landed a second time, he would be left with no burial ground.

His divine will was gone, his divine source was gone, thankfully he still had Dao Thought.

The Dao Thought connected to the Jade Scroll leading to the Fog Realm entry and strenuously activated the Cosmic Pot.

The Cosmic Pot was Ding Huan's first top-grade magical treasure; it seemed to feel Ding Huan's anxious mood, even though Ding Huan couldn't drive it with full strength.

At this moment, the Cosmic Pot was still flying at full capacity.

Ding Huan's eyes were filled with despair.

He bore the Killing Dao Rhythm of that powerful adversary; if that adversary pursued him, a hundred Ding Huans could only wait for death.

On the eve of complete despair, Ding Huan finally arrived at the Fog Realm entrance.

To his relief, this barrier wasn't exceedingly difficult to open.

Despite nearing the edge of death, Ding Huan continued to burn his life force.

He had no other capital, only relying on the Life Tree to provide life force to burn.

Amidst frantic burning of life force, his divine will gradually extended out.

Regaining just a bit, Ding Huan quickly opened the Fog Realm barrier and then controlled the Cosmic Pot to rush in.

If that hand seal could still blast into the Fog Realm, then he could only resign himself to fate.

Upon entering the Fog Realm, Ding Huan felt the Heaven and Earth Rules of the surrounding space seemed to change abruptly.

The aura of death and oppression lingering within his consciousness also vanished without a trace at this time.

Ding Huan wished to extend his divine will to take a look, but now he couldn't stretch out even a fraction of his divine will.

Being able to break the barrier was already a stroke of luck.

The bones that he had just forcibly used his own Dao Principles to stand with also cracked and fractured at this moment, and Ding Huan was already sitting on the deck of the Cosmic Pot.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as that hand seal couldn't blast in, then his life would temporarily be out of danger.

Thinking of that dreadful hand seal, Ding Huan for the first time felt the terrifying power of a true strong adversary.

What Seventh Step of the Great Dao, Eighth Step?

What Daoist Saint?

There was no chance to resist under that hand seal.

That was simply not an equal Great Dao technique, so why bother fighting?

Ding Huan took a deep breath and swept his empty eyes over his broken body.

He couldn't see, but he could feel his body's ragged state.

If one day, Ding Huan could return to the World of Gods, and he didn't overturn the Chaos center and grind it into rubble, he couldn't vent this grudge.

It would dishonor the Life Tree, which risked withering to save his life, and he would dishonor the Great Universe Technique he created.

Gradually calming his emotions, Ding Huan then used his consciousness to communicate with the outside world.

Now he had no divine will, his eyes had been completely blown apart.

Only by consciousness did he connect to the Monitoring Array on the Cosmic Pot.

All the images he could sense were a blur; everywhere was shrouded in mist.

This was the true Fog Realm.

That haze was fundamentally not fog, but a unique Heaven and Earth Rules.

He perceived the atmosphere of the rules between heaven and earth.

It seemed not weaker than the rules of the World of Gods.

Ding Huan's greatest worry now was that after the Cosmic Pot landed, someone would see it and publicly steal his Cosmic Pot.

Yet he was grievously injured, the wounds retained the Daoist Rhythm of that powerful adversary.

He dared not enter his Tao World.

That adversary was so strong; once he could sense his Tao World through the Killing Dao Rhythm, he might not have a single chance later.

Even though he couldn't do such a thing, after experiencing that adversary's hand seal, Ding Huan was no longer confident others couldn't.

For his own safety, before completely stripping the residual Killing Dao Rhythm from his body, he didn't want to bring this Killing Dao Rhythm into his own world.

Besides that, because his physical body was almost collapsing, the Life Tree now withered immensely, and the Tao World was likewise in a state of decline.

Entering at this time could very likely cause his world to collapse.

Days later, the Cosmic Pot stopped on the ground.

Though surrounded completely by haze, at least there was no one present.

Ding Huan retracted the Cosmic Pot through consciousness, collapsing utterly to the ground.

The heaven and earth primordial Qi was relatively weak, Ding Huan didn't dare randomly implant a Dao Vein.

After all, this place was utterly unfamiliar; if a strong adversary was drawn by the Dao Vein, how could he still survive?

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