Boom! Boom! Boom! Eighteen Thunder Tribulation Arcs came crashing down.
Ding Huan didn’t dare hesitate even for a moment, using the Thunder Arcs to speed up the refinement of the iron pot.
He was going all out. If his plan failed and he died, so be it.
That would still be more satisfying than trying to block the assault with an unrefined Iron Drum or a block of iron that hadn’t been transformed into a Magical Treasure only to die anyway.
After all, even if he used the Iron Drum and the iron block to defend himself, they wouldn’t withstand the Thunder Tribulation.
As for the Fei Yan Sword, such an Attack Treasure wasn’t likely to hold up against these Thunder Arcs, probably blocking only one or two at most.
So, he might as well choose the most gratifying way to die.
Infinite Thunder Arc spirit source and Thunder power were absorbed into the prohibitions of the iron pot through the Circulation of the Great Universe Technique, and Ding Huan frenziedly refined the iron pot’s prohibitions. Before the onslaught of Thunder Tribulation Arcs even finished, he heard a crisp sound.
Immediately afterward, Ding Huan felt his control over the iron pot soar.
At that moment, Ding Huan even felt as if he could block all the Thunder Tribulation Arcs with the iron pot.
However, Ding Huan did not do so. Instead, he recklessly continued to refine the pot’s second-layer prohibition.
One Thunder Tribulation Arc after another bombarded the iron pot, disappearing without a trace, not even a spark flickered.
As the eighteenth Thunder Arc vanished, Ding Huan heard another faint ringing sound.
Ding Huan was thrilled. He knew that he had refined the iron pot’s second layer of prohibition.
Thunderbolts crisscrossed the sky, but Ding Huan’s heart was steady.
Sometimes, choice is more important than effort.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t withstand the sixth wave of eighteen Thunder Tribulation Arcs, but he chose to use the Thunder Arcs at this moment to refine the iron pot.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
Now he could effortlessly extend the iron pot to block the upcoming Thunder Arcs.
Having survived such a terrifying brush with death, Ding Huan was determined to continue refining the iron pot’s prohibitions.
When Ding Huan decided to refine the third layer of the iron pot’s prohibition, the seventh wave of nine Thunder Arcs fell.
This time, Ding Huan built two Cycles with the Great Universe Technique. The first was to assail the third layer of the iron pot’s prohibition, and the second was to perfect the Dao Rhythm of the Star Bridge and break into the Star Bridge Realm.
The third layer of the iron pot’s prohibition showed signs of cracking under successive Thunder Tribulation Arcs.
At that moment, sixteen more Thunder Arcs rumbled down from the sky, with a might that seemed even more formidable than all previous Thunder Arcs combined.
Ding Huan could not afford to be negligent; his only reliance was the Great Universe Technique and the iron pot’s prohibition.
Boom...
The falling Thunder Arcs came one after another, with extreme velocity.
So rapid were the Thunder Arcs bombarding the iron pot that it seemed like a single arc, but this one was compounded.
It could be said that had Ding Huan not found a method to deplete the energy of the Thunder Arcs through refining the iron pot, he would have been doomed under such terrifying Thunder Arcs.
The Great Universe Technique was truly powerful.
As such dense Thunder Arcs fell, the Great Universe Technique Cycle spun all their might directly into the prohibition of the iron pot.
With the extremes of furious power striking the prohibition, during the process of Ding Huan purposefully controlling the Great Universe Technique to refine the prohibition, unsurprisingly, the third layer of prohibition was torn and refined...
Then, the fourth, fifth layers of prohibitions...
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Boom!
In Ding Huan’s Sea of Consciousness, the Star Bridge formed with a thunderous noise, as if descending from the distant edges of the cosmos, directly bridging between star systems and spattering the sky with Star Dust.
It exuded an incredibly powerful aura.
Ding Huan could clearly feel the Dao Rhythm flowing on the Star Bridge, indistinguishable from a physical Star Bridge.
The final wave of nine Thunder Arcs followed consecutively.
Ding Huan continued to refine the sixth layer of prohibition while perfecting his own Star Bridge.
True Yuan within Ding Huan surged unceasingly, with the Star True Essence in his Dantian flowing like the endless Yangtze River.
His Sea of Consciousness expanded over tenfold, and the domain of the Great Universe Technique not only strengthened several folds, but this domain also allowed Ding Huan an exquisite control over space.
The most prominent feature was the Star Bridge that connected two star systems, giving Ding Huan’s cosmic Sea of Consciousness a vibrant and uninterrupted vitality.
This turned Ding Huan’s universe of stars from a disorderly disarray into well-connected systems.
As Spirit Charm descended from the sky, Ding Huan rose and let out a long howl.
He had reached the Star Bridge Realm. Now, he might not stand at the peak of this world, but it was certain that no one in the Triple Heaven Star Land could threaten him.
Although the sixth layer of prohibition on the iron pot was not refined, refining five layers was enough for Ding Huan.
Should another, more powerful Heavenly Tribulation come, Ding Huan was confident he could block it with the iron pot.
A five-layered-refined iron pot compared to one that had its prohibitions unrefined were entirely different concepts.
The space within the iron pot also appeared before Ding Huan. Even if he had acquired several small worlds, they were incomparable in every aspect to this iron pot world.
Ding Huan had never witnessed the True Spirit World, but he believed it couldn’t compare to his iron pot world.
It was purely instinctual, without reason.
The stability and strength of the iron pot world, Ding Huan felt, were even stronger than the Triple Heaven Star Land.
As Ding Huan’s Divine Will continued to observe the recently refined five layers of the iron pot’s prohibition, he captured traces of information that remained on the pot.
Ding Huan had always believed that the iron pot he had obtained was definitely an incredible artifact from ancient times.
It had to be a magical treasure of some great power.
Even his Fei Yan Sword was a treasure from the Flame Immortal, Luo Xuan. The level of the iron pot was obviously much higher than the Fei Yan Sword; how could it be an item without a master?
But the information he was getting now indicated that the iron pot was indeed an item without a master, which left Ding Huan somewhat dumbfounded.
It wasn’t that the iron pot had no owner; throughout its history, it had passed through the hands of Peng Zu, Yi Yin, Yi Ya, Tai He Jun, the Culinary Ancestor, Fan Zheng, and others before finally disappearing in Kunlun Mountain.
However, none of these people had ever refined the iron pot. They all used it, and no one had ever refined even one of its five-layered restrictions.
From this wealth of information, Ding Huan was able to learn of the iron pot’s earliest origins.
This existence had been around since the splitting of Heaven and Earth, and originally belonged to Chong Li.
Chong Li was one of Emperor Zhuan Xu’s grandsons, and he had been killed by another of the Five Emperors, Emperor Ku.
After Chong Li’s death, his brother Wu Hui sorted through his belongings and discovered this iron pot.
As to how Chong Li had come into possession of the iron pot, Ding Huan could find no information.
But one thing was clear: Chong Li had never refined the iron pot, whether he did not realize its extraordinary nature or was unable to refine it was unknown.
Ding Huan believed that whatever the reason was that Chong Li hadn’t refined the iron pot, he must also have noticed its uniqueness, or else he wouldn’t have kept it by his side all the time.
Wu Hui must have also realized that the iron pot was not ordinary, so he took it away while sorting through Chong Li’s belongings.
Apparently, Wu Hui had never refined the iron pot either, and it was passed down to his grandson, Peng Zu.
Peng Zu was a very famous figure in Hua Xia’s history, best known for his culinary skills.
Peng Zu likewise never refined the iron pot, but it was highly likely that the pheasant stew he offered to the Heavenly Emperor was cooked in it.
After Peng Zu, the iron pot came into the hands of Yi Yin, Yi Ya, Tai He Jun, the Culinary Ancestor, Fan Zheng...
All of these people were famous culinary gods in the history of Hua Xia.
Without exception, none of them had refined the iron pot; they merely used it to cook delicious foods.
Ding Huan took a deep breath.
So does that mean he was the first person to refine the iron pot?
Or rather, was he the first person to refine the iron pot to the extent of its five-layered restrictions?
Does that mean he was the first true master of the iron pot and had the right to name it?
Whether or not that was the case, Ding Huan decided not to name the iron pot for the time being and would wait until he fully refined it.
The spatial rules inside the iron pot were extremely high, making it impossible for it to incur any damage.
Ding Huan simply moved everything from the Star House and his ring, along with a pile of items acquired from the God race, into the Iron Pot Space.
This iron pot, located within the universe inside his Sea of Consciousness, could not be taken by anyone else.
Despite not having named the iron pot yet, Ding Huan was very fond of it.
Not only was it indestructible to anything, but it could also serve as a storage device and a Flying Treasure.
At the moment, Ding Huan didn’t know the flying speed of the iron pot, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be weaker than the half Immortal Artifact he had acquired.
It was time to search for Jia Baihe.
Just as Ding Huan thought this, a huge black shadow suddenly burst out from a Cosmic Vortex.
What is this thing? Ding Huan raised his hand and released the Fei Yan Sword with a slash.
"Ding!" A clear, crisp sound rang out.
Ding Huan was shocked to discover that, with the power of the Fei Yan Sword combined with his current strength at the Star Bridge Realm, he was not able to split open the black shadow with a single sword strike.
When the shadow landed in front of Ding Huan, he could see clearly that it was a gigantic bug.
He had seen this bug once before, in the Spirit Origin Valley on the Heaven-Splitting Battlefield.
The bug in the Spirit Origin Valley had been much smaller than this one.
The bug before him was long dead; otherwise, it would have been a disaster...
No, that’s not right, Ding Huan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
If the bug wasn’t dead, it wouldn’t have been his disaster, but a disaster for the entire Triple Heaven Star Land.
Even though Ding Huan had never seen a true master at the Immortal Bridge Realm, he could sense that the strength of this kind of bug was clearly beyond the Immortal Bridge Realm.
This was something truly from the Immortal Realm.
Ding Huan drew in a sharp breath; he had to seal this Cosmic Vortex.
With that thought, Ding Huan pulled out a set of Array Flags and began to set up a Sealing Array.
Other Cosmic Vortexes in Triple Heaven Star Land had been sealed by Cang Yongqian, Mu Chengzi, and others. This was probably the last one.
A day later, Ding Huan finished setting up the Sealing Array.
The Cosmic Vortex disappeared from Hidden Sword Mountain.
In theory, only someone stronger in Array Dao than Ding Huan would be able to break this seal.
But Ding Huan didn’t believe anyone could break this seal; this wasn’t just a matter of Array Dao but also involved the Great Dao.
The Dao rhythm of the Array he used to seal the Cosmic Vortex was derived from the Great Universe Technique.
Furthermore, this Sealing Array was infinitely close to a Level 9 Big Array.
Even if a Level 9 Array King came, if they couldn’t surpass him in the Great Dao, they wouldn’t be able to open this seal.