Ding Huan sat on the iron pot, and the speed of the iron pot had not even reached one-tenth of its potential.
Ding Huan dared not increase the speed of the iron pot to its maximum.
Even at such a speed, his Divine Will was constantly vigilant, worrying that he might accidentally get caught in a spatial dislocation.
Three months later, Ding Huan finally relaxed.
In these months, the iron pot had encountered seventeen spatial dislocations and thirty-one instances of Space Blade Light.
Without exception, all were avoided, with only one instance where a Space Blade Light grazed them.
As Ding Huan had anticipated, when the Space Blade Light struck the iron pot, it merely made a clear sound and had no impact.
Besides, the iron pot had bypassed the marsh tides twice.
Over the months, Ding Huan's Divine Will had further condensed and grown, his cultivation had not increased, but his mastery of the Array Dao had risen to a new level.
