Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation-Chapter 408 - 403

Ding Huan sat on the iron pot, and the speed of the iron pot had not even reached one-tenth of its potential.

Ding Huan dared not increase the speed of the iron pot to its maximum.

Even at such a speed, his Divine Will was constantly vigilant, worrying that he might accidentally get caught in a spatial dislocation.

Three months later, Ding Huan finally relaxed.

In these months, the iron pot had encountered seventeen spatial dislocations and thirty-one instances of Space Blade Light.

Without exception, all were avoided, with only one instance where a Space Blade Light grazed them.

As Ding Huan had anticipated, when the Space Blade Light struck the iron pot, it merely made a clear sound and had no impact.

Besides, the iron pot had bypassed the marsh tides twice.

Over the months, Ding Huan's Divine Will had further condensed and grown, his cultivation had not increased, but his mastery of the Array Dao had risen to a new level.

"If we weren't traveling in this iron pot, this three-month journey could have taken us thirty years," Wen Zhixi couldn't help but marvel.

The Billions of Void Swamps were indeed boundlessly vast; even a single swamp could be insurmountable.

Ding Huan nodded, but he believed it would take more than thirty years.

Do not be fooled by the current speed of the iron pot being only a tenth of its potential, this tenth of the speed was definitely faster than top Low Grade Immortal Artifacts.

Thus, they would not have completed this three-month journey even in thirty years—it would take at least fifty years or more.

"Brother Ding, if we make it out of the Billions of Void Swamps, where would you want to go?" Wen Zhixi asked, since Ding Huan was not cultivating, and she too was not cultivating, staying by Ding Huan's side.

She now had a clear goal, but unfortunately, the Yaochi Jade Maiden Sect, as one could tell by the name, was a female cultivator Immortal Sect.

Otherwise, it would have been nice if they could join the same Immortal Sect as Brother Ding.

Ding Huan smiled, "I have a dream, which is to follow the footsteps of my ancestors, no matter where I am, I strive for this dream."

Wen Zhixi did not understand Ding Huan's words, and casually said, "I think everyone has this dream, to cultivate immortality and wield control over one's own life."

Ding Huan did not explain; his dream was to seek the whereabouts of the Hua Xia Immortal Gods.

To find out why the Nine Heavens collapsed, why the Hua Xia Immortal Gods left their universe, and to uncover the secrets of Earth's cycles.

Ultimately, it was for immortality.

Ding Huan gradually increased the speed of the iron pot, and another two months passed. Ding Huan's Divine Will detected an endless expanse of gray.

Was that the end?

…

At the same time.

With a pale-as-paper expression, Fu Shuangping stopped. She felt the summons of her ancestor.

If it were half a year ago, she would have excitedly sped up to reach her ancestor's side, but now she was unsure whether she should go.

She had lost the most crucial item her ancestor asked her to bring—the golden Tao Fruit.

After a long while, she changed direction and cautiously headed towards where the ancestor had summoned her.

Half a day later, Fu Shuangping stopped in front of an ordinary small mound.

Standing outside this mound, it looked like a small tomb. Such mounds were everywhere in the swamp.

Standing in front of this mound, Fu Shuangping's legs trembled.

After a long while, she sliced through her brow, and a droplet of blood fell on the mound, then she activated a Jade Talisman.

The mound slowly split open, revealing a portal just big enough for one person to enter.

Fu Shuangping gritted her teeth and walked into the portal.

The mound closed again, and Fu Shuangping saw an altar with only a humanoid gray bamboo root on it.

"Good, it's not bad that a person from my Fu Family could make it here," the gray bamboo root actually uttered a hoarse and aged voice.

Fu Shuangping hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Fu Shuangping greets the ancestor."

She knew this was the location of an incarnation of her ancestor. She even knew that this gray bamboo root was a supreme treasure, the Soul Condensing Bamboo Root.

"Very well, now that you've seen me, don't call me ancestor anymore. You can call me Ancestor Xing. Now, bring me the Law Dao Fruit," the bamboo root spoke again.

Fu Shuangping nervously said, "Yes, Ancestor Xing. A disrespectful descendant encountered a cultivator named Ding Huan in the swamp, who was stronger than me, severed my arm by force, and stole the Law Dao Fruit..."

Upon seeing that Ancestor Xing showed no concern for her severed arm, Fu Shuangping knew she could not escape this calamity.

"What?" a furious shout nearly burst her eardrums, followed by a huge Hand Seal smacking towards her.

Fu Shuangping was flung like a broken lotus, hitting a stone wall and tumbling down, continuously spewing blood.

"I have expended so much effort and given you so many resources, yet you cannot even handle such a trivial matter. What use are you?" the enraged voice nearly tore through the fabric of space, illustrating an extreme peak of wrath.

"Ancestor Xing above, it is Shuangping's lack of ability. That person's cultivation is too strong, his strength has reached the Da Yi Immortal Realm.

It is fitting for a disrespectful descendant to die, but I only wish to describe this man's appearance to Ancestor Xing before I die, so that one day if you can leave this place, seek vengeance for your grandchild..."

Fu Shuangping's words carried extreme unease and anger, and she indeed contemplated death.

But even in death, she wanted Ancestor Xing to eventually kill Ding Huan.

After stating this, she didn't wait for the Fu Family Elder to speak and actively described Ding Huan's appearance.

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"Where is Ding Huan now?" The gray bamboo root finally calmed some of its anger and asked coldly.

Fu Shuangping immediately said, "He has also come to the water marsh, accompanied by a woman. The woman's cultivation level should be in the mid to late stages of the Profound Immortal."

"How much longer until they arrive here?" the gray bamboo root asked slowly.

Fu Shuangping hesitated for a moment, "I have used all the Emergency Escape Talismans; they definitely don't travel as fast as I do. I estimate they will appear nearby within a month."

"Very well, take this. As long as you lure them here, I will spare you this time." The gray bamboo root tossed down a bamboo leaf.

Fu Shuangping took the bamboo leaf, somewhat puzzled, but she dared not ask.

Indeed, the gray bamboo root continued, "This is a spirit-seeking leaf. As long as those two appear within a hundred thousand li, you can sense their presence.

Even beyond this range, you can vaguely perceive them."

"Yes, Elder, I know. As long as they dare come, I will definitely lure Ding Huan here," Fu Shuangping carefully backed away.

Having received the Elder's teachings for so long, she knew a bit about Ancestor Xing's temperament; the true intent wasn't to have her bring them.

As long as she carried the bamboo leaf around, when Ding Huan approached, Ancestor Xing would surely know and he himself would come out to capture them.

Presumably, Ancestor Xing should be able to leave that altar for a short time.

Fu Shuangping sighed; alas, she dared not escape.

Her teachings were left by the Elder, and if she dared to flee, it would still mean death, perhaps even more tragic.

...

Fu Shuangping still awaited Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi in the marsh.

Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi had already crossed the marsh, and at this moment, they were walking out of an iron pot.

The two stood on the edge of the marsh, both shocked by the scene before them.

This was an ocean; Divine Will had no idea where the ocean extended, nor its size.

Wave after wave slapped against the shore, their force seeming even more formidable than the marsh tide.

The shock was because the sea water before them wasn't blue, but gray.

Even stranger, no matter how large the waves were, upon reaching the marsh's edge, they disappeared without a trace.

There was no coastline between the Gray Sea and the marsh; if one must mention a coastline, it was the edge of the marsh.

"My Divine Will can only penetrate three meters below this sea, then it gets blocked," Wen Zhixi said, fear evident in her eyes.

If one could hold onto hope while traversing the boundless marsh for its unseen boundaries,

Seeing this endless gray sea, she felt a foreboding that entering this sea spelled certain death.

It was a feeling of insignificance against the vast, boundless sea—so minute that it felt as though she didn't even exist.

Ding Huan's Divine Will could also only penetrate a few hundred meters down. He didn't respond to Wen Zhixi's words; this vast sea also gave him a feeling that it was insurmountable.

Ding Huan waved his hand, and a mass of sea water rose, only to disappear completely before it reached him.

"Brother Ding, according to the map, when we reach this Gray Sea we need to use materials found on the shoreline to craft a boat, and by sailing, we can cross the Gray Sea…" Wen Zhixi herself barely believed what she was saying.

She vaguely felt that this method was nonsensical, but the map had been useful until now; it shouldn't provide a ludicrous method.

Ding Huan sneered, "This map is nonsense."

"But it's been accurate so far," Wen Zhixi knew Ding Huan's thoughts were similar to her own, yet she couldn't help but speak.

Ding Huan said, "The previous directions were correct, but the method for crossing inside this Gray Sea is nonsense."

"Why?" Wen Zhixi asked, puzzled.

She sensed something odd about this method but couldn't articulate why.

Ding Huan explained,

"Because the person who left the map never truly intended to provide a viable way to cross the Billions of Void Swamps. If I'm not mistaken, the one who left the map might be in the marsh.

If we hadn't flown here using the iron pot, it's highly likely we'd have been discovered and intercepted by that person."

"Then shall we cross the sea using the iron pot?" Wen Zhixi knew Ding Huan's iron pot was extraordinary, and if they used it to cross the sea, perhaps it could actually work.

Ding Huan procured several materials and casually crafted a wooden boat, then tossed it into the sea.

The next moment, the wooden boat slowly sank, then vanished from the sea surface.

Wen Zhixi stared in wonder at the Gray Sea, a sea with no buoyancy—truly a first for her.

"Let's rest here for a bit and figure out a plan," Ding Huan began to set up a Protecting Array.

The Gray Sea was too mysterious; he had calculated several times, each a blank.

A blank could be due to inability to predict, but there was another possibility, that he had no future left.