Ding Wan has repeatedly added up the number of times, but it was still blank after entering Hu hai.
If the Gray Sea cannot be entered, does it mean that they have to stay here in the Gray Sea and the marshlands?
Interval?
As for going back, Ding Huan had never thought about it.
Where can they go back to? Going back to the marshland or the wilderness? Wherever they go, it's not where he wants to go.
Stopping in the middle of the gray sea and marshlands, Ding Huan always has a feeling of heart palpitations. This is not a place to stay for a long time.
Entering this boundless void marsh, there is only one path to take,
That is to keep moving forward continuously.
The edge of the Gray Sea is intertwined with the marshlands. How far the marshlands are, the Gray Sea should be just as vast and broad.
Even when the end of the marshlands is reached, the Gray Sea still extends on.
It is absolutely impossible to walk along the edge of the marshland.
His iron pot is an ancient treasure, and if he can completely refine one hundred and eight levels of taboo, it may be possible to cross the Gray Sea.
Now, in order to cross the Gray Sea and leave the boundless void marsh, he must find another way.
That's not right. He has always calculated how things would be after entering the Gray Sea.
This kind of entry does not have a specific route. Entering the Gray Sea from any place is the same.
Why not choose a specific route to enter the Gray Sea?
Thinking of this, Ding Huan began to plan the route. He divided the ten-mile-wide coast in front of him into ten lines and started to calculate from one to ten according to each line,
Choose the first line in, blank.
Choose the second line to enter the Gray Sea, blank.
Ding Huan kept choosing lines until the sixth line, and suddenly it was no longer blank. An image of the sea appeared in his mind, and all around him was sea.
This means that he has already entered the Gray Sea and, fortunately, has felt the surroundings of the Gray Sea.
The seventh line was also a safe route:
Ding Huan was not very confident, so he repeated the calculation again and again.
What made Ding Huan somewhat speechless was that the second time he deduced, the safe route was no longer the sixth and seventh lines, but the second and third lines:
Third calculation, fourth calculation
Ding Huan is not bored, repeatedly performing large-scale calculation magic.
Because Ding Huan's calculation requires calculating every detail, even extending to very far places. So it is extremely exhausting for his essence and spirit, making his soul a bit tired.
Ding Huan was not despondent; he believed that he had found a way to cross the Gray Sea.
Choosing a ten-mile range within the Gray Sea must necessarily have a safe route. This safe route is still constantly changing, and the width is about two miles.
As long as he calculates quickly enough, he can accurately find a safe route and then control the iron pot to go in.
He doesn't need to meticulously calculate every detail like now; he just needs to have a general understanding of where it's safe.
The danger of this method is greater than controlling the iron pot in the marshland. However, he and Wen Zhi Xi have no other choice now.
After recovery, Ding Huan walked out of the seclusion protection field.
The place where they are staying is making him increasingly uneasy.
Wen Zhi Xi looked at Ding Huan and spoke in a soothing voice: "Brother Ding, let's practice here for a while first. When our strength becomes stronger, entering the Gray Sea may be better."
Ding Huan shook his head: "We cannot practice here. I have a premonition that we cannot stay here for too long. It is not safe to stay here. Let's leave now and quickly come up."
Ding Huan stepped onto the iron pot first.
Wen Zhi Xi quickly followed Ding Huan onto the iron pot. Ding Huan did not hesitate and controlled the iron pot to quickly penetrate the Gray Sea.
Seeing Ding Huan rushing into the Gray Sea in this way, Wen Zhi Xi's heart skipped a beat. Her face was slightly pale.
Thinking about the upcoming flight over the vast and boundless sea, where she would never be able to climb back up if she fell, an unease filled her heart.
However, when she turned around, her face was even paler.
Where they had just rested, a wave of swamp tides swept over.
At this moment, she finally understood where the swamp tides came from; they were originating from the Gray Sea.
She looked at Ding Huan, prepared to say something to him, only to see Ding Huan's serious expression, as if he was calculating something.
When she saw the iron pot constantly changing direction and moving forward in the Gray Sea, she understood that Ding Huan was calculating a safe route.
She didn't know how Ding Huan was able to do it, but now she could only place all her hopes on Ding Huan.
As soon as he entered the Gray Sea, Ding Huan knew that things were more complicated than he had imagined. His iron pot's speed couldn't be too fast, or he wouldn't have enough time to calculate safe routes.
But his iron pot's speed couldn't be too slow either, or the safe routes he had calculated before would become unsafe.
So at this moment, his spiritual awareness was working at a feverish pace. It could be said that without his Sea of Awareness and the Universe Path, he would have long since been unable to persevere.
Such workload is not something ordinary people can bear. It requires not only strong and tenacious spiritual awareness but also profound celestial energy.
Ding Huan knew that now he might not be able to rest his spiritual awareness for months, even years.
This isn't sustainable. I need to strengthen my spiritual awareness to give it a chance to recover.
He can only work on calculating safe routes in the Gray Sea while practicing the Grand Cosmic Art.
And this time, he will focus more on enhancing the depth of his spiritual awareness during his cultivation. As long as his spiritual awareness remains with him, he will be temporarily safe.
His spiritual awareness finally had a chance to recover, but it was still not enough.
A month passed, and although Ding Huan's ability to calculate all the routes became faster and simpler, his spiritual awareness was starting to feel exhausted.
Unfortunately, there is no place for cultivation here, so he could only rest for a while and continue on.
Further.
Feeling Ding Huan's face flush and sweat on his forehead, Wen Zhi knows that things are not looking good.
She quickly grabbed dozens of thousands of spirit crystals and set up a gathering spirit array around Ding Huan. Although these spirit crystals have some speckled Daoist flavor, they are better than nothing.
Indeed, as soon as the spirit crystals landed beside Ding Huan, they transformed into a series of spiritual energies that enveloped him.
Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief. He had even thought of cutting a piece of spirit vein, but he couldn't spare the energy to do so.
Wen Zhi Xi's pulling out so many spirit crystals is like throwing a lifeline to him.
These spirit crystals, though they have a lot of speckled Daoist runes, make little difference to him.
His Grand Cosmic Art can peel off these speckled Daoist runes and absorb the pure spiritual energies inside.
Absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy not only enhances his celestial essence but also increases and restores his spiritual awareness.
After seeing him produce the spirit crystals, Ding Huan's aura stabilized significantly, and Wen Zhi silently cursed herself for being so unreactive.
Before long, the second month of entering the Gray Sea had passed,
That day, Wen Zhi Xi saw an island. It was shrouded in mist, and it seemed to be covered with lush greenery.
She wanted to suggest that Ding Huan go to the island to rest, but Ding Huan seemed to be fully focused on calculating the correct route, and she refrained from speaking.
In fact, even if she spoke up, Ding Huan wouldn't go.
The iron pot would have to deviate from its current position to enter the island.
And now that the iron pot is walking along the safe routes that Ding Huan calculated, deviating from it would mean finding death.
Just looking at the swamp tides, we can see how terrible it is to walk on the wrong route. It would be torn apart by space warping in the air above the Gray Sea.
Wen Zhi Xi dared not practice; she could only help Ding Huan add spirit crystals whenever needed.
As long as there are no more spirit crystals, she will immediately increase them for Ding Huan.
The third month, the fourth month.
The third month, the fourth month. Wen Zhi Xi had used up all her spirit crystals, yet the Gray Sea still stretched on endlessly.
Without the support of spirit crystals, Ding Huan started to rely on his own abilities again.
After a year, seeing the red blood mist rising from Ding Huan's head, Wen Zhi Xi felt the urge to tell Ding Huan that he should stop calculating. Instead, she wanted him to enter her Jiulun Yin.
But could her Jiulun Yin really protect against the terrifying Gray Sea?
"Brother Ding," Wen Zhi Xi finally couldn't help but call out, "If we continue like this, Brother Ding will definitely run out of energy."
But before she could speak, Ding Huan had already unleashed a series of blood arrows and, without warning, the speed of the return pot soared.
She dared not say anything more.
Two days later, Ding Huan's body was swaying, as if he were about to fall.
Wen Zhi Xi decided that regardless of whether her Jiulun Seal could withstand the Gray Sea's engulfment, she would have to bring Ding Huan into the Jiulun Seal.
Just at this moment, she saw Ding Huan lying on the iron pot.
Wen Zhi Xi immediately rushed forward to support Ding Huan…
This is not right! Wen Zhi Xi suddenly turned around, and behind her was a misty fog.
A mist wall that extends indefinitely across the sea surface stands in their way. Even spiritual awareness cannot penetrate it.
But the iron pot continued to fly freely over the sea. Her spiritual awareness reached out again, but the sea stretched on endlessly.
The sea water was deep blue, and the spiritual awareness faced no hindrance anymore.
Feeling the surrounding earth-abundant, celestial-vital energy, there was not a trace of speckled Daoist runes.
Have we left the Gray Sea?
Wen Zhi Xi excitedly said, "We've left the Gray Sea, Brother Ding."
Ding Huan opened his eyes, naturally knowing that they had left the Gray Sea.
He had already calculated that the iron pot would land on normal sea waters. The sea they were now in is connected to the Gray Sea.
As long as they entered the mist, it would be the Gray Sea.
Yes, we have finally left the Gray Sea. "Ding Huan produced a drop of a billion-year sea marrow and swallowed it, slightly restoring some of his breath.
He scanned his spiritual awareness to the distance and saw someone approaching.
Ding Huan immediately pulled out a common flying spirit tool and, together with Wen Zhi Xi, entered the flying spirit tool as they simultaneously stored the iron pot.
Soon, a flying treasure appeared in Ding Huan and Wen Zhi's view. It was a flying boat, a lower-grade celestial artifact, with four cultivators on board.
"How did you fare, sirs and madam?" the cultivators on the flying boat asked from a distance upon seeing Ding Huan and Wen Zhi Xi.
They quickly noticed that Ding Huan and Wen Zhi Xi were on an excellent celestial artifact spacecraft, and the cultivators on the flying boat showed some empathy towards it.
They had come to this place, and not even a piece of lower-grade celestial artifact was available. It was quite poor. This was a place for gambling with life, and no matter how poor one was, they should buy at least a lower-grade celestial artifact flight tool. Hearing this, Ding Huan knew that these people were here to find something specific.
He sighed without emotion, "Bad luck, no gains. We will return to our home."
The female cultivator from the opposite flying boat said, "You are too few in number. At least three people are needed to catch a Huahai Crystal, and the two of you may find it difficult to obtain a Huahai Treasure."
