Chapter 500: Dusk and Drum
Compared to the cosmic pot, the dusk drum is refined faster.
In addition, Ding Huan was already accustomed to refining these top-level treasures, so it only took him ten days to refine the Dusk Drum to the 102nd level of restriction.
Compared with the cleanliness of the cosmic pot, this dusk drum contains too many different mottled Taoist rhymes.
These mottled Dao rhymes were left by the previous owner, and Ding Huan peeled them off and burned them without hesitation.
When he refined the one hundred and third restriction, Ding Huan even felt a kind of broken Tao rhyme that surpassed the rules of heaven and earth in the Pangu world.
Fortunately, this rhythm is extremely broken and may collapse at any time.
Otherwise, with Ding Huan's current level, it would be impossible to get rid of it in a short period of time.
This made Ding Huan understand that the reason why Daozu was unwilling to stay in Pangu World was because there was a higher level universe.
The Dao Ancestors also knew about this higher-level world, so they pursued the ultimate of this great way.
It’s okay. When he becomes stronger, he will still look for the past.
This is why Ding Huan has always respected Daozu. Even though the earth has been reincarnated, Daozu is still on the path of pursuing power.
The myths of the Earth can become legends on Earth, but they cannot become legends in the universe.
As for the fact that Daozu left Emperor Wushang to replace Xingpan as the Emperor of Heaven, and even supervised the Four Emperors to deal with Emperor Xingpan, Ding Huan did not find it strange.
It is normal for Daozu to leave Pangu World and leave a backup to secure the Pangu World.
He would not do this because he did not consider Pangu World as his hometown at all.
As for having the four emperors besiege the Xingpan, that is naturally a division.
Just leave the four emperors with no way to retreat.
Emperor Wushang was not allowed to attack the Xingpan because he wanted to sit on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.
If Emperor Wushang personally takes action to deal with Emperor Xingpan, his prestige in the Immortal Court will drop significantly.
It's a pity that Emperor Wushang himself was not ambitious enough. Even though Daozu had helped him to achieve this, he still lost his position as the Emperor of Heaven.
To put it bluntly, it's just a butt problem.
If you sit on that side, you will naturally help that side.
In other words, if he and Emperor Wushang were friends, he might help Emperor Wushang deal with Emperor Xingpan.
Of course, with a person like Emperor Wushang, Ding Huan knew that he could not be friends with him.
The 104th and 105th levels of restrictions...
When Ding Huan had refined to the 106th level of restriction, a drum sound suddenly came from the depths of the dusk drum, which almost tore Ding Huan's sea of consciousness apart.
thump...
The lingering drum sounds seemed to draw Ding Huan's entire soul into it.
At this moment, Ding Huan seemed to be standing alone on the edge of a distant mountain where only the afterglow of the sun remained, with the lingering sound of evening drums in his ears.
A startled bird flew up and disappeared into the depths of the jungle. The sunset slowly set, and only the afterimages of the pine trees at the edge of the forest could be vaguely seen.
A feeling of sadness inexplicably filled his heart. Ding Huan felt an indescribable sadness and he stood up.
What is the purpose of practicing Taoism to the end?
In the end, it will be just like the sound of the evening drum, closing your eyes in loneliness and the solitude that you cannot face?
dong dong!
As the great cosmic technique circulated, two more drum sounds exploded, and Ding Huan suddenly woke up.
Ding Huan raised his hand and rolled up the rhythm.
The rhythm of Tao resounded above the evening drum.
Boom!
The new soul is buried at dusk and the drum is drumming, I am living in the world with my head covered with snow. Look, the dusk is falling, and the drum is rolling!
It was clearly the bank of the Divine River, but a desolate twilight and a sense of despair instantly filled the entire space with the sound of the drum.
Being in this space and artistic conception, your soul will be buried and your hair will turn white in an instant.
Ding Huan heaved a long sigh. This was the magical power of the evening drum, the evening drum buries the soul.
This was the second great supernatural power he gained after obtaining the Dusk Drum.
Ding Huan let out a long sigh. He was almost brought into the artistic conception of the drum sound.
Fortunately, he managed to keep his mind steady. Not only did he refine the 107 restrictions of the Mugu, he also mastered the artistic conception and magical power of the Mugu's Soul Burial.
Sure enough, these innate treasures all carry the powerful rhythm of the Tao. If you can control them, they will be your ultimate killer weapon. If you can't control them, they will be your ultimate killer weapon that will destroy you.
Ding Huan did not waste a moment and once again used the Great Universe Technique to refine the last restriction of the Dusk Drum.
Ding Huan sensed a forbidden pattern that was completely different from the cosmic pot. At this moment, Ding Huan seemed to be struggling in chaos.
He couldn't even tell the difference between the past and the present, or the present and the future...
Boom!
The drums exploded again.
Ding Huan waved his hands subconsciously. He seemed to feel that space had stagnated at this moment, and even felt that time had disappeared at this moment...
He captured a kind of law of the universe that seemed to exist but not to exist. It seemed to be right between his fingers, yet seemed to be billions of miles away.
Ding Huan only knew that he had to grasp this law, otherwise he would miss the supreme opportunity.
The divine thought rolled out, and the dusk drum sounded again. Under the circulation of the great cosmic technique, the complicated restrictions and supreme forbidden patterns on the 108th layer of the dusk drum were quickly refined by Ding Huan.
The extremely mysterious laws of Taoism gradually became clearer in Ding Huan's perception.
Ding Huan was completely immersed in it at this moment. His hands kept changing in the void, and one Taoist law after another was brought out by him.
In the space where Ding Huan was, everything really slowed down at this moment, as if being pulled by Ding Huan, and as if playing a slow motion.
Ding Huan's consciousness became clearer and clearer, and he knew what he had touched. It was the law of time.
He was just a little bit away, just a little bit...
Time is not unstoppable. Under the supreme path, time can also be stopped. It just depends on what your path is.
Time is passing madly all the time, but the Avenue can bend this time, slow it down... or even turn it back...
Time flies like an arrow, but the road is as curved as a bow!
Ding Huan waved again.
Boom!
Amid the sound of drums, everything in the space slowed down instantly.
This instant of time is enough to turn all life into dust.
The setting sun that just buried the soul under the evening drum has fallen under the distant mountains. Life is depressed at this moment of setting, and everything turns to dust at this moment.
With the sound of evening drum, the sun sets; life is like a floating thing and like dust.
The Dao rhyme overlapped and changed rapidly, just like the long river of time flowing madly, but when this long river of time came in front of Ding Huan, it suddenly stopped.
After a moment, everything returned to normal.
Ding Huan let out a long howl, opened his eyes, and the dusk drum floated in front of him.
While he was refining the Dusk Drum, he finally touched upon the law of time.
Even if time could only stop for a moment, for Ding Huan, it was already the supreme way.
This is definitely the biggest killer among his magical powers. The artistic conception magical power of Soul Burial at Dusk Drum that he just comprehended has to rank behind this magical power of the law of time.
With a thought, Dusk Drum appeared in the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Ding Huan took a deep breath and did not continue to refine the Mirror of Life and Death.
For him, refining the Cosmic Pot and the Dusk Drum should be enough.
Moreover, the gains from refining the Dusk Drum and the Cosmic Pot are too great.
Refining the cosmic pot allowed Ding Huan to more clearly define the direction of his own path, and to better understand the formation of the universe and the power of the great path.
Refining the Dusk Drum not only allowed him to obtain a top-level magical weapon for attack, but also allowed him to comprehend the Dusk Drum's Soul Burial and the laws of time.
Ding Huan didn't know how many of the previous owners of the Dusk Drum had mastered the soul-burying artistic conception in the Dusk Drum and comprehended the law of time.
He certainly won't have too many, or even none.
Because no one has integrated billions of laws like him, and he also possesses the great universe formed by the integration of billions of laws.
If the Mirror of Life and Death also contained more magical powers and laws, it might not be a good thing for him to refine them continuously.
Sometimes, after refining a treasure, you may not be able to comprehend any laws or magical powers.
It’s not that this treasure doesn’t have such magical power, but that it has been missed.
If he wants to refine the Mirror of Life and Death, he must wait until he reaches the level of Immortal King.
After gathering his thoughts, Ding Huan began to set up a formation to trap and kill.
The most important thing is that he has to set up an eighth-level immortal trapping formation and an eighth-level immortal strangling formation.
After everything was arranged, Ding Huan began to search for the place where his seven souls and six spirits and all his soul thoughts could reside.
Including the Purple Palace, all the soul caves and soul veins that hide the soul...
Ding Huan searched almost bit by bit, from the Purple Palace to the Dantian, the Dao Consciousness Sea, the Great Dao Universe...
One day, one month, one year...
For a whole year, Ding Huan ignored everything in the outside world and even blocked all information, but he still couldn't find anything wrong with his body.
Time is really important to Ding Huan now.
After knowing that dung beetles were all at the Daluo Immortal realm, Ding Huan felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
He had a hunch that the dung beetles were watching him all the time.
As long as his cultivation level exceeds his, the dung beetle will definitely come to him first.
This is a poisonous snake and we must not allow it to continue growing.
There was no progress for a year, so when Ding Huan once again practiced the Great Universe Technique to circulate the Qi in the body, he sent the Taixu Flame into the body.
One hundred and eight circulations were running at the same time, and the Taixu flame filled these one hundred and eight circulations.
As long as there is something wrong, the Taixu Flame will find it out.
This inappropriateness naturally does not belong to his own existence.
Unfortunately, no matter how Ding Huan practiced the Great Universe Technique or how he made the Taixu Flame follow the Zhou Tian, he could not find anything wrong.
Ding Huan became more and more anxious. He even wanted to burn himself completely with fire and start over again.
But this is just a thought.
After another two months of useless efforts, Ding Huan began to wonder if he really wanted to burn his body and soul completely and start over again.
Otherwise, no matter how hard he practices, he will end up being a burden to others.
It is still a good thing to make wedding dresses for others, but what is more terrifying is that he is still alive, but his life is worse than death.
Even though he had been doing useless work and checking his body all the time, Ding Huan had never doubted the problem with the scroll.
The only thing that could cause him health problems was that scroll.
Unfortunately, he has been reborn and has no way of finding the parchment scroll.
Calm down, you must calm down.