Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation-Chapter 409 - 404: Stepping Out of the Gray Sea
Ding Huan repeatedly calculated several times, and each time after entering the Gray Sea, everything went blank.
Couldn't enter the Gray Sea—did that mean they had to stop between the Gray Sea and the marshes?
As for turning back, Ding Huan had never considered it.
Where could he go if he turned back? Return to the swamps, or to the wilderness? Neither direction was where he wanted to go.
Staying between the Gray Sea and the marshes, Ding Huan always felt a sense of trepidation; this place was not one to linger in.
Once they had ventured into the Billions of Void Swamps, there was only one route to take.
That was to keep forging ahead.
Where the edges of the Gray Sea intertwined with the marshes, as far as the marshes stretched, so should the Gray Sea.
Even when the marshes came to an end, the Gray Sea still expanded further.
It was absolutely impossible to walk along the edges of the marshes.
His iron pot was an ancient treasure; if he could fully refine all 108 of its prohibitions, perhaps he could cross the Gray Sea.
Now, if he wanted to cross the Gray Sea and leave the Billions of Void Swamps, he had to find another way.
No, something was wrong—he had always been calculating what would happen after entering the Gray Sea.
Such an entry didn't have a specific course; entry was entry, from any location.
Why not choose a particular route to enter the Gray Sea?
With this thought, Ding Huan began to plan a route. He divided the ten-mile-wide coast into ten routes, then started calculating from one to ten.
Entering through the first route, blank.
Entering the Gray Sea through the second route, blank.
...
Ding Huan continued until he reached the sixth route when suddenly it was no longer blank, and his mind's eye saw the sea surface surrounding him.
That meant he had entered the Gray Sea and sensed the surroundings of the Gray Sea unharmed.
The seventh route was also safe.
Ding Huan was not quite reassured, so he repeated the prediction once more.
To his bemusement, the second prediction showed the safe routes were no longer the sixth and seventh but the second and third.
The third prediction, the fourth prediction...
Ding Huan persisted tirelessly, repeatedly employing the Big Calculation Skill.
Since Ding Huan's calculations were detailed and extended to faraway locations, they consumed a great deal of mental and psychic energy, leaving his Divine Will somewhat weary.
Ding Huan was not disheartened; he believed he had found a way to traverse the Gray Sea.
Within a ten-mile range in the Gray Sea, there had to be a safe route. This safe route was constantly changing, and its width was about two miles.
As long as his prediction was quick enough, he could precisely find a safe route, then guide the iron pot accordingly.
He didn't need to calculate each detail as carefully as he currently did, understanding where it was safe would suffice.
This method was riskier than controlling the iron pot in the marshes, but now he and Wen Zhixi had no other option.
After regaining his strength, Ding Huan stepped out from the protecting array of his meditation practice.
Their current resting place made him feel increasingly uneasy.
Wen Zhixi, with a soothing voice, suggested, "Brother Ding, why don't we cultivate here for a while? Once we grow stronger, entering the Gray Sea might be better."
Ding Huan shook his head, "We can't cultivate here. I have a premonition that we can't stay long; it's not safe. We must go now, hurry on board."
Ding Huan stepped onto the iron pot first.
Wen Zhixi quickly followed Ding Huan onto the iron pot. Without hesitation, Ding Huan controlled the iron pot and rapidly plunged into the Gray Sea.
Seeing Ding Huan rush into the Gray Sea like that, Wen Zhixi felt a shiver in her heart and her face turned slightly pale.
The thought of soon flying over an immense sea without boundaries, and never being able to return if she fell, made her anxious.
But when she turned around, her face turned even paler.
The place they had just rested was being swept over by the marsh tides.
Now she understood where the marsh tides originated—they came from the Gray Sea.
Looking toward Ding Huan, she was about to say something, but then she noticed Ding Huan's focused expression, as if he was calculating something.
When she saw the iron pot continuously changing directions on the Gray Sea, she understood—Ding Huan was calculating the safe routes.
She did not know how Ding Huan achieved this, but now she had to place all her hopes on him.
Upon entering the Gray Sea, Ding Huan knew things were even more complicated than he imagined. The speed of his iron pot couldn't be too fast; too fast, and he wouldn't be able to predict the safe route in time.
But his iron pot's speed also couldn't be too slow; otherwise, the safe route he had calculated before would become unsafe.
So at the moment, his Divine Will was working frantically. It was safe to say that if it weren't for his Sea of Consciousness Dao Universe, he couldn't have kept going.
The workload was not something ordinary people could endure. It required not only a tough and formidable Divine Will but also a substantial Immortal Essence.
Ding Huan knew that now, he probably couldn't rest his Divine Will for months or even years.
This wouldn't do; he needed to strengthen his Divine Will to afford it chances to recover.
He could only calculate the safe routes on the Gray Sea while simultaneously performing the Great Universe Technique for cultivation.
Moreover, his cultivation had to focus on enhancing the depth of his Divine Will. As long as the Divine Will remained, he could be temporarily safe.
Divine Will finally had some chance for recovery, but it was clearly not enough.
A month had passed, and although Ding Huan was able to predict safe routes more quickly and easily, his Divine Will was struggling to hold on.
It was a pity that there was no place for cultivation here; otherwise, he could rest for a while and continue onward.
Sensing that Ding Huan's face was flushed and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead, Wen Zhixi knew that things didn't look good.
She hurriedly took out hundreds of thousands of Immortal Crystals and arranged a Gathering Spirit Immortal Array around Ding Huan. Although these Immortal Crystals had Mottled Dao Rhythm, they were better than nothing.
Sure enough, as soon as the Immortal Crystals were placed near Ding Huan, they transformed into streams of Immortal Spirit Qi enveloping him.
Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief; he had planned to cut out a piece of the Immortal Spirit Vein, but he didn't have the energy to do so.
Wen Zhixi bringing out so many Immortal Crystals was like sending charcoal in snowy weather to him.
Although these Immortal Crystals were full of Mottled Dao Rhythm, to him the difference was negligible.
His Great Universe Technique could strip away the Mottled Dao Rhythm and absorb the pure Immortal Spirit Qi.
Absorbing a large amount of Immortal Spirit Qi not only strengthened his Immortal Essence but also allowed his Divine Will to grow and recover.
Seeing that Ding Huan's aura had stabilized a lot after she brought out the Immortal Crystals, Wen Zhixi cursed herself inwardly for her slow reaction.
In the blink of an eye, the second month in the Grey Sea had passed.
That day, Wen Zhixi saw an island. The island was shrouded in mists, seemingly filled with lush greenery.
She really wanted to suggest that Ding Huan rest on the island, but as Ding Huan was fully focused on calculating the correct route, she held back from speaking.
The fact was, even if she had spoken, Ding Huan wouldn't have gone there.
To enter the island, the iron pot would need to deviate from its current position.
The course that the iron pot was currently following was entirely based on the safe route calculated by Ding Huan; to deviate would be courting death.
One only needed to look at the marsh tides to know how terrifying it was to take the wrong route; one would absolutely be torn apart by the spatial disorientation above the Grey Sea.
Wen Zhixi dared not cultivate; she could only assist Ding Huan by supplying Immortal Crystals at all times.
As soon as the Immortal Crystals were used up, she would immediately add more for Ding Huan.
The third month, the fourth month…
Wen Zhixi had added all her Immortal Crystals, but the Grey Sea still seemed boundless.
Without the support of Immortal Crystals, Ding Huan began to deplete his reserves once more.
A year later, seeing red mists rising from Ding Huan's head, Wen Zhixi couldn't help but tell him to stop calculating and to enter her Reincarnation Pot.
But could her Reincarnation Pot really withstand the terrible Grey Sea?
"Brother Ding…" Wen Zhixi finally couldn't help but call out, certain that Dong Huan would burn himself out if this continued.
But before she could speak, she saw Ding Huan spew out streams of Blood Arrows, and the speed of the Reincarnation Pot suddenly increased.
She dared not say anything more.
Two days later, Ding Huan's body was swaying, as if he would fall at any moment.
Wen Zhixi decided that no matter whether her Reincarnation Pot could withstand the devouring of the Grey Sea, she had to bring Ding Huan into the Reincarnation Pot.
Just at that moment, she saw Ding Huan collapsed on the iron pot.
Wen Zhixi immediately went to help Ding Huan up…
This wasn't right; Wen Zhixi suddenly turned back, and behind her was a hazy mist.
An endless wall of fog lay across the sea, impenetrable by Divine Will.
Yet the iron pot was flying randomly above the sea. She extended her Divine Will again; the sea was still the infinite sea.
However, the seawater was deep blue, and Divine Will faced no obstruction.
She felt the surrounding Heaven and Earth Immortal Spirit Qi, not a trace of Mottled Dao Rhythm.
Had they escaped the Grey Sea?
Wen Zhixi muttered excitedly, "We've left the Grey Sea, Brother Ding."
Ding Huan opened his eyes; he naturally knew they had left the Grey Sea.
He had calculated early on that the iron pot would land on normal seas, and the seas they were now on were connected to the Grey Sea.
As long as they entered the mist, that would be the Grey Sea.
"Yes, we've finally left the Grey Sea." Ding Huan took out a drop of Ten Million Year Old Sea Marrow and swallowed it, slightly restoring some vigor.
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His Divine Will detected people approaching in the distance.
Ding Huan immediately deployed an ordinary Flying Spirit Artifact, and he and Wen Zhixi entered the Flying Spirit Artifact, at the same time retracting the iron pot.
Soon, a Flying Treasure appeared in the sight of Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi; it was a spaceship, a Low Grade Immortal Artifact with four cultivators aboard.
"How goes your harvest?" the cultivators on the spaceship asked from afar upon seeing Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi.
Then, discovering Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi's top-grade Spiritual Artifact Spaceship, there was a hint of sympathy in the cultivators' eyes.
To come to such a place without even a Low Grade Immortal Artifact indicated extreme poverty.
This was a life-risking place; no matter how poor, one should at least purchase a Low Grade Flying Immortal Device.
Hearing this, Ding Huan knew these people had come looking for a certain item.
He sighed with some helplessness, "Bad luck, not much of a harvest, we're preparing to go back."
One of the female cultivators on the opposite spaceship said, "You have too few people. Catching Grey Sea Crystals requires at least three people working together; it's a bit difficult for just the two of you to obtain Grey Sea Crystals."
