Chapter One Hundred: The Power of the Illusory Nine Heavens

  Thunderclap.

  Deep blue thunder burst open, a blue lightning gun pierced out from that mass of thunderclouds, pressing down on the Wudao painting scroll below.

  The painting scroll was like a curtain, blocking out the sky and sun. A massive lightning spear fiercely stabbed into the painting scroll, causing a distortion. On the massive painting scroll, a pale blue light screen emerged, then expanded to form a semicircular light screen, which blocked the lightning spear outside.

  Below, a hint of surprise flashed in Ding Yan's eyes.

  The power of the Thunder Gun far exceeded his expectations, and under its might, Ding Yan felt the yuan force within him pouring out like flowing water.

  "Reversal!" Ding Yan's five fingers spread out.

  Invisible yuan force transformed into dozens of binding forces, trapping the void within the thunder gun. Above, a huge scroll seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, turning over in the void, carrying a huge thunder gun, and flipping it down.

  Lightning gun twisted, exploded open.

  Tens of thousands of Thunder Snakes surged towards Ding Yan.

  BOOM!!

  Thunderstorm.

  Innumerable thunder snakes burst open the moment they attached to Ding Yan's body, and under the terrifying force, Ding Yan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The injuries that had been suppressed by the Ji Tian Ling tree leaves in Wangshi City were actually triggered again.

  Looking at those writhing thunder snakes, Ding Yan's eyes gleamed with a fierce light. Suppressing his injuries, his left hand flipped over. A yin-yang symbol, silently transformed.

  "Seal the town!"

  A huge painting scroll began to roll up from left and right. A strip of writhing thunder snakes seemed to be trapped in a cage, rushing left and right, until finally condensing into a giant thunder python, pouncing towards Ding Yan.

  Just as Lei Jiao's body was about to collide with Ding Yan, the Fu Zhen hidden in the void flashed out.

  Although it was only a primary rune, there was actually a fifth-level rune among them. With the power of the fifth-level rune, Lei Jiao was directly bound up.

  The thunderbolt roars!

  This Thunderbolt is the ninth heavenly tribulation of the Heavenly Tribulation, with boundless power. Under its shock, several primary talismans drawn by Ding Yan instantly collapsed, and even that fifth-level talisman only lasted for three breaths before splitting open.

  The power of the heavenly calamity is not something that ordinary talismans can withstand.

  The raging Thunderbolt burst through the constraints of the symbol array and arrived with a whistle.

  Ding Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, the power of the ninth heavenly thunderbolt exceeded his expectations, because the previous eight heavenly thunderbolts had a certain rule in their increasing power, but at this ninth heavenly thunderbolt, this rule seemed to be broken.

  Just as Ding Yan was about to unleash his divine power to thoroughly destroy the Thunder Jiao, a nameless force suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him, crossing countless spaces. The force twisted and turned, forming a layer of light screen in front of Ding Yan. The Thunder Jiao's roar directly crashed into the light wall, and countless blue lightning bolts exploded loudly.

  Under the extremely strong impact, the light screen sank deeply, as if it would be pierced with just a little more power.

  Looking at this layer of light curtain, Ding Yan suddenly raised his head and looked towards the distant void, with a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

  "This is the power of Illusionary Nine Heavens..."

  Since ancient times, all scattered immortals have known that when a cultivator crosses the mortal tribulation for the first time, the Heavenly Laws will lead their consciousness into the Illusory Nine Heavens once. The higher the number of layers broken through at that time, the greater the achievements in the future.

  At first, Ding Yan thought it was just a legend without any basis, until the light screen suddenly appeared just now, and Ding Yan suddenly remembered this rumor.

  The huge painting finally came together, countless thunderbolts were compressed into the ancient map under the wrapping of the painting. Looking at the painting again, a thumb-sized thunderbolt seal appeared inside, although it was very blurry, but with careful observation, it could be discovered.

  With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a stream of yuan energy.

  The enormous painting in the void slowly shrank under Yuan Li's control, eventually becoming the size of an ordinary scroll and falling into Ding Yan's hands. The power from outside the endless void also gradually dissipated after Ding Yan took the scroll.

  The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sea below also returned to calmness, leaving only one person standing there stupidly.

  "This world is far more complicated than I had imagined......" In Ding Yan's mind, he involuntarily recalled the scenes of his soul wandering across the continent back then. At that time, Ding Yan was just a spiritual body, and after crossing over to this world, all he saw were endless thunderbolts.

  In the endless drifting, the soul was heavily damaged, until it finally fell into a dry well.

  Ding Yan put away his thoughts and tucked the painting into his sleeve. He took a step forward, and landed on the sea boat below.

  "What time is it now?" Ding Yan glanced at the people on the boat and finally fixed his gaze on the young man holding a fan in the front.

  The young man was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and respectfully replied, "Showa 19."

  Ding Yan furrowed his brow "What's the date on the Gregorian calendar?"

  The Gregorian calendar is a commonly used time calculation method in the mortal world. When Ding Yan lived in Qiushui Town, he also used the Gregorian calendar.

  The young man looked at Ding Yan in surprise. The Gong calendar is now rarely used, and most countries use their own timing methods. However, the young man still replied, "The Gong calendar is 3917."

  Ding Yan thought for a moment and nodded.

  "Find me a secret room, I need to cultivate for a while."

  Everyone on the boat had witnessed Ding Yan's bravery in defying the heavenly tribulation, so they naturally wouldn't treat him as an ordinary person. After hearing Ding Yan's words, a crew member quickly led him to a rest room on the left side of the ship cabin. This rest room was originally for the senior brother from Medicine King Valley, but after learning that Ding Yan needed a cultivation room, the senior brother had instructed the crew member to bring him here.

  The rest room is very simple, with only a bed and a few plants on the side, as well as some medical books.

  Since Captain Ding had no other orders, the sailors bowed and retreated.

  Ding Yan sat down with his legs crossed, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger to draw a huge forbidden character in the air. After the character took shape, it flickered for a moment before disappearing into thin air. Then, Ding Yan took out several first-class talismans and stuck them onto various corners of the walls in the rest room.

  After doing all this, Ding Yan finally retracted his breath and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  "It doesn't matter." Ding Yan took out another dry leaf from his sleeve and grasped it in his palm.

  Originally, the injury he sustained in Wangsi Cheng was suppressed by Ding Yan using a special method from the Qiankun Dao Jing, but unexpectedly, under the 19th Scattered Immortal Calamity, the injury was triggered again, resulting in further injury.

  Fortunately, the problem of cultivating the method has been solved. With the help of the Qiankun Tao Jing, Ding Yan's injuries are recovering rapidly.

  After a short while, the spiritual energy within the withered leaves in his hand was absorbed dry, and the leaves crumbled.

  After absorbing a withered leaf, Ding Yan's injuries had been alleviated, so afterwards he didn't use the withered leaves again and instead sat cross-legged to recover.

  Days, one by one, are passing by...

  The ship had been sailing on the sea for half a month when it finally saw land.

  More than half a month of recuperation, the injuries in Ding Yan's body had recovered seven or eight points. The thunderbolt that had slipped into his body during the tribulation was also refined by Ding Yan more than half, and at this time, his physical body was stronger than before, but he didn't know how many times stronger it was.

  "It's Yao Wang Valley."

  "Finally back..."

  The crowd of disciples cheered.

  Overjoyed, the handsome young man turned his head and glanced at the cabin area.

  That person never came out again after going in, and during that time, sailors who tried to send food over were repelled by an invisible force. As time went on, no one dared to go near anymore.