Chapter Twenty: The World of Snow

  Illusory Eighth Heaven!

  Ding Yan opened his eyes to find that the eighth heaven was completely different from the ninth heaven he had previously visited. The ninth heaven was a vast starry sky, endless and boundless, except for the nebulae, it was quiet and still, with no signs of life. In contrast, the eighth heaven turned out to be a planet, a planet entirely covered in snow.

  The sky is as white as goose down.

  Ding Yan appeared on top of a high peak on this planet.

  As far as the eye can see, everything is a silver white expanse, still without any signs of life.

  "How could there be a diagram?" Ding Yan closed his eyes and began to sense the mysterious ancient diagram that suddenly appeared in his mind.

  It was strange that just as Ding Yan's spiritual awareness was about to lift the mysterious ancient map, a layer of fog that could not be dispersed suddenly appeared around the map. The closer he got, the thicker the fog became. No matter how hard Ding Yan tried, he couldn't see the content of the map clearly and could only guess from its edges that this ancient map had existed for at least tens of thousands of years.

  How could an ancient map from thousands of years ago suddenly appear in one's mind?

  "Could it be that illusory handprint?" Ding Yan thought for a long time before he could only come to this conclusion.

  After confirming that the ancient map did not bring any harm to himself, Ding Yan also stopped studying the ancient map. After all, he didn't know the method, and studying alone would only waste time without getting any information.

  Collecting his thoughts, Ding Yan trudged through the thick snow, heading down the mountain.

  Snow, falling neither quickly nor slowly. In this world, there is no wind, only the quiet descent of snowflakes. Ding Yan walked along, his footprints soon covered by the accumulated snow, erasing all traces. Looking back, he couldn't tell where he came from.

  Ding Yan exhaled softly, stretched out his right hand, caught a snowflake, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

  There was no temperature, and there were no signs of snowflakes melting.

  "A world of snow, unfortunately I'm just a consciousness now, unable to experience the biting chill of this vast world." Ding Yan patted his hands, shaking off the snowflakes.

  The spiritual body is insensitive to the external temperature, so even if it's treading on accumulated snow, Dingyan doesn't feel any chilliness, but instead feels that this vast snowy scene calms one's mind and makes people produce a kind of disgust for the mundane world.

  After walking for a long time, Ding Yan found a high peak and prepared to sit down and rest.

  Stretch out your right hand and sweep away the snow on the ground, only to find that under this snow is not rock, but a thick layer of solid ice.

  Ding Yan saw the situation, his eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and chopped down with a fierce palm.

  BOOM!!

  Although it was a spiritual body, its power was still considerable. With a slap of its palm, ice shards splashed everywhere.

  Deep down, it's still ice.

  "This is actually a planet condensed from ice?" A hint of shock flashed through Ding Yan's eyes.

  A planet, inside is actually all ice. How big is this piece of ice?

  "First it was the immortal art, now it's a planet frozen in ice, this illusory nine-layered heaven, how did it come into being?" As he thought of this, a picture suddenly flashed through Ding Yan's mind.

  On the screen, a huge ancient array stretches across the sky and the earth, separating two worlds!

  That is the Taoist Grand Array.

  "It should be impossible, that grand formation is indeed mysterious, but at least I can still see some of the gates, this Illusory Nine Heavens has completely exceeded my understanding." Ding Yan shook his head, negating his own speculation.

  Snowflakes, still falling silently, without any pause.

  Suddenly, Ding Yan's eyes condensed.

  His figure flashed by like lightning, and in the next second, Ding Yan's figure directly appeared on a mountain peak two hundred meters away.

  He stretched out his right hand, and a piece of snow the size of an infant's palm appeared in his palm print. Ding Yan's eyes flickered, and he clenched his fingers, exerting a tremendous force to pinch the snowflake in his hand.

  Pfft...

  The snowflakes on the surface disappeared instantly, and when Ding Yan opened his palm again, a crystal clear water droplet appeared in his palm.

  "Xian Yuan!" A hint of "I knew it" flashed across Ding Yan's eyes.

  This drop of water is actually the Xianyuan power used by the middle-aged man with the surname Hua when he was chasing and killing Ding Yan!

  If it were someone who had just become a loose immortal, they would absolutely be unable to discover this power. Not to mention the perception of their own consciousness, even the aura of the immortal yuan, they wouldn't be able to detect it. Ding Yan was only able to find this immortal yuan from amidst the vast falling snow because, apart from his own soul's strength, the most important reason was that he had seen an immortal yuan before!

  "It turned out that Xianyuan's power was actually refined from within the Illusory Nine Heavens. After a moment of contemplation, Dingyan suddenly understood the origin of Xianyuan."

  Then, Ding Yan found several more Xian Yuan, each the size of a baby's palm. Although there were many impurities in them, their purity was much higher than that of the Xian Yuan used by the middle-aged man with the surname Hua at the beginning.

  "Twenty-nine immortal yuan, I don't know if they can be taken out." Ding Yan put these immortal yuan into his sleeve and began to ponder.

  He is now just a consciousness, entering this illusory nine-layered heaven, also because of the power that suddenly appeared after crossing the tribulation. Moreover, in this world, yuanli cannot be used, and even divine magic spells cannot be cast. Whether he can bring out Xianyuan or not, Dingyan himself is not clear.

  The existence of the illusory nine heavens has already exceeded his cognitive abilities.

  Time is passing day by day.

  Ding Yan sat in the snow, letting the snowflakes fall on his body.

  In these days, Ding Yan collected a lot of immortal yuan again. So far, he had nearly one hundred immortal yuan in his hands.

  "These immortal yuan, if they can't be taken out, will only be wasted in vain. I might as well try to refine them and see what happens. If successful, my consciousness should become much stronger. Anyway, the passage to the next layer doesn't know when it will appear." Although it's just a consciousness body, Ding Yan also didn't want to waste these immortal yuan that came for nothing.

  Thinking of this, Ding Yan grasped a Xian Yuan pellet, closed his eyes and began to circulate the Lotus Valley's cultivation technique.

  Half a day passed, and Ding Yan opened his eyes, slightly furrowing his brow.

  The mind method of Lotus Valley is completely useless here.

  "Give it another try!"

  Soon, Ding Yan entered the state of entering concentration again. This time, his cultivation method was transformed into the heart method that the old village chief had passed on to him on the nameless small island. The fist method is formless, and Ding Yan has grasped its essence, so he naturally doesn't need to use the fist method to express it anymore.

  After a while, Ding Yan opened his eyes again.

  In his hand, Xianyuan still didn't change in the slightest.

  This time, Ding Yan's face didn't show anything out of the ordinary, and he once again entered a meditative state.

  This time when he entered a meditative state, Ding Yan directly activated his own past life's cultivation technique.

  Qian Kun Dao Jing!

  Although it can't be used in the outside world, this is a virtual world after all. He doesn't even know if he can cultivate the Qiankun Daojing here.

  Time, every minute and second is passing by.

  The profundity of the Qiankun Dao Jing is obviously higher than that of the previous two qigong methods, and with the addition of Ding Yan's thousand-year cultivation, it has brought out the wonderful uses in the Dao Jing.

  This time entering concentration took nearly two days.

  On the third day, Ding Yan opened his eyes again and looked at the Xian Yuan in his hand, seemingly deep in thought.

  "The Ninth Layer of Void Heaven gave a six-month period for people to comprehend the immortal art, it shouldn't be without reason......" Thinking this, Ding Yan closed his eyes again, and the Qian Kun Dao Jing inside his body started circulating once more.

  At the same time, Ding Yan's mind began to recall that almost illusory handprint...