Chapter 845: Return to the Celestial Court

Chapter 845: Chapter 834: Return to the Celestial Court

Ding Ling listened, his spirit lifted, and he took a step forward, carefully holding the small sapling in his palm.

“Big brother, I’ll clear the way for you.”

Just as Little Mountain Sea’s voice fell, there was a booming sound, and the stone monument standing beside him suddenly flew up. The celestial ladder, which had been suppressed, pierced through the sky like a silver thread.

Ding Ling was surprised why it didn’t go directly into the abyss behind him.

Little Mountain Sea replied:

“The abyss is the main trunk. The Celestial Court’s Hongyuan is a branch. We pick the soft targets first. We’ll first eliminate the weaker Void Nether Soul Zombies in the branch, then kill those in the main trunk. Once all the Void Nether Soul Zombies are dead, I might transform and evolve.”

“Oh?”

Ding Ling turned his gaze, intrigued:

“What’s going on?”

“I didn’t know what was happening before either. It was just when the ‘Spirit’ parted and landed in your palm, suddenly some pieces of information and knowledge appeared in my mind. They made me realize that I too could transform!”

Little Mountain Sea said gleefully:

“Every time big brother kills a Void Nether Soul Zombie, the spirit absorbs a bit of the world power from the corpse. Once it’s absorbed enough, the spirit will feed back to me, and I’ll be able to transform.”

“World power?”

Ding Ling was puzzled.

Ding Ling had heard of such power before.

But when it came to actually extracting and utilizing it, it was beyond his capability.

The Grotto Heaven Structure of the Sword Spirit also had the potential to develop into a world.

But it was still far from achieving a true world.

He wondered if this time there would be an opportunity?

Thinking this, Ding Ling decisively stepped onto the celestial ladder, swish swish swish!

He moved very swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, he covered over a hundred miles, ascending to the top of the celestial ladder in mere moments.

Ding Ling set foot on the earth realm, scanning the surroundings.

The difference from before was that the greenish mist on the other side of the chasm in the Celestial Court had grown thicker.

Ding Ling stepped out, moving to the position above the chasm.

A few years ago.

When he came here, he was extremely cautious, and even stepping above this chasm felt as if an invisible force locked him in place, making his body feel immensely heavy.

Nowadays, he no longer felt that way.

The constraining power in the chasm was like a gentle breeze against his face, insignificant.

Thinking back, his cultivation was then around Initial Tier Grandmaster, but now with the Sword Spirit upon him and the Spirit of Little Mountain Sea accompanying him, defeating a Middle Tier Primordial Spirit expert was no longer an issue, a world of difference from before.

Tap tap!

Ding Ling stepped over the hundred-zhang chasm, landing in the Celestial Court, and continued forward.

The greenish mist enveloped him.

The poisonous substance within could instantly kill a Shattering Level martial artist!

But to Ding Ling, it caused no harm.

Not only was he immune to all poisons, but because of Little Mountain Sea’s Spirit emitting a faint light continuously, the mist retreated, and no evil approached!

Passing through the South Celestial Sect, a single leap covered several miles.

In an instant.

Ding Ling arrived at the Broken Bridge.

Leaning down to look.

He could see a Hongyuan below.

In the Hongyuan, torrents raged, and the greenish mist continuously rose as if trying to engulf Ding Ling.

“This is the place.”

Ding Ling remembered clearly.

Duan Siping had once leaped from here, sending him flying with one palm strike!

If not for Ding Ling using the Six Meridian Divine Sword to clear Duan Siping’s mind a bit, he might very well have been killed by Duan Siping.

Of course.

That’s what he thought.

In hindsight, it was evident that Little Mountain Sea secretly helped, allowing Duan Siping’s mind to regain some clarity, enabling Ding Ling to survive.

“At that time, I considered myself highly skilled and brave. Little did I know I was walking on the brink of Ghost Gate’s barriers.”

Ding Ling felt a hidden gladness.

He was fortunate to have been cautious back then. Upon sensing something amiss, he quickly fled.

If he had been too curious and jumped into the abyss to find out what was really going on, as Little Mountain Sea said, even she wouldn’t be able to save him.

“But times have changed. Coming back a few years later, I can now easily crush Duan Siping. Coming here now poses little challenge.”

Ding Ling activated the ‘Profound Yin Sword Armor,’ sword qi swirling around him.

At the same time, he also activated the Celestial Escape Swordsmanship, clang! The sword spirit, highly intelligent, manifested as a divine sword hovering by Ding Ling’s right side, prepared for any eventuality.

Ding Ling, holding Little Mountain Sea’s spirit, took an instant step and leaped into the abyss.

Plop!

Like a fish leaping into the sea, a splash followed.

Ding Ling’s figure soon vanished into the depths of the Hongyuan.

Shush shush shush!

Diving all the way down.

Ding Ling discovered the Hongyuan was extremely deep, seemingly tens of thousands of meters.

Ding Ling descended rapidly, and the deeper he went, the greater the pressure, but such pressure was lethal to a Grandmaster.

For Ding Ling, it was like a light rain falling on his body, utterly harmless.

The small sapling kept emitting a faint white light.

The white light turned into a pointer, at times guiding forward, at times to the right.

Like this for a while.

When Ding Ling reached a depth of ten thousand zhang in the Hongyuan, he saw a palace embedded in the earth’s mountain cliffs.

Two figures stood at the palace entrance.

Without exception.

They were clad in solid armor, over nine feet tall, their appearances shrouded in the greenish mist, resembling fierce warriors.

With just one glance.

Ding Ling recognized one of them:

“Duan Siping!”

“And the other?”

Ding Ling looked at the nine-foot-tall fierce warrior on the left, but before he could speak, Little Mountain Sea’s crisp voice came from the sapling:

‘It’s Murong Longcheng and Duan Siping.’

“So it’s these two.”

Ding Ling took an instant step to the palace entrance. Before he could even land, Murong Longcheng and Duan Siping suddenly launched an attack on him!

Swish swish swish!

One used the Six Meridian Divine Sword, the other the Canhe Finger!

In an instant, sword qi and finger force flowed like arrows and flying spears in the torrents! It was as if the torrents amplified and enhanced them with infinite power; each sword qi and finger force was immensely powerful, capable of piercing through mountains and the Celestial Palace.

“Shattered Peak Combat Power.”

Ding Ling saw it at once.

His heart also trembled with surprise.

He was lucky he fled years ago.

Otherwise, a mere Grandmaster facing such opponents would have no chance of survival.

Fortunately, now.

These tactics were to him nothing more than drizzle ‘tickling’ him.

Clang clang!

The sword qi and finger force fell upon him, causing no harm.

“Hmm?!”

Murong Longcheng and Duan Siping’s bodies quivered, their eyes widening as if in shock. Ding Ling, however, ignored it, knowing from Little Mountain Sea’s explanation that these two had become puppets, beyond saving, and had to be killed.

Thus, Ding Ling casually slapped his palm.

With two resounding booms, Duan Siping and Murong Longcheng instantly turned into green mist and blood, scattering away.

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes!”

“Thank you, little brother, for fulfilling this task!”

Vaguely.

Ding Ling seemed to hear two sighs of fulfillment.

The notion of dying, in this case, seemed to be a form of immense relief and joy.