Invincible Bloodline

It was sometimes not a good thing to show off one's abilities.    

In order to avoid attracting the attention of the The Supreme Palaces, Yang Fann once again went into secluded cultivation.    

Although he could be said to be very powerful, he had the confidence to fight even a Ninth Grade High-level Holy Sovereign like Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign. However, he was still too far away from those Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors, let alone those powerful The Supreme Palaces warriors. Not only were there Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors, there were even Half-step King warriors who were even more terrifying.    

If this really aroused the killing intent of these old monsters. . . At that time, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to.    

The Saint King Law was not something that the Holy Sovereign Law could compare with. The Heaven And Earth Cloud And Mud, even the weakest Half-Step Saint King could easily suppress a Ninth Grade Top Saints who had mastered 36 Holy Sovereign Law.    

After a hundred years of seclusion, Yang Fann once again comprehended the Laws of Three Paths, causing his comprehension to reach a terrifying sixty-six Dao.    

If this were to spread out, it would surely shake the entire Tiannan Realm River and frighten countless Holy Sovereign.    

Sixty-six laws. Even the legendary Saint King Sovereign might not be able to comprehend so many laws.    

But now, it was almost Yang Fann's limit.    

If he wanted to comprehend the next Law, he would have to spend tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands, to slowly comprehend it. Or perhaps, his bloodline potential would advance further, and he would be able to break through to the middle-grade rank-7.    

Since he couldn't comprehend the new Law, Yang Fann could only rely on refining a huge amount of Yang Fanns to strengthen his own strength. Unfortunately, compared to directly devouring Holy Sovereign, this speed was like the speed of a turtle. It was more than a hundred times slower, but there was nothing he could do about it.    

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of asking Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign to help him, but after thinking for a while, Yang Fann still chose to give up. In this world, the hardest thing to pay back was a debt of gratitude. If it wasn't necessary, Yang Fann didn't want to owe Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign too much, even if he was his own grandmaster. Secondly, it wasn't safe for Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign to make a move now.    

If he wasn't careful, it was very likely that he would be killed.    

Currently, at the bank of the Heavenly River, there were countless Sacred Palace major powers gathered. There were even quite a number of Top-level Holy Sovereign powers. A Ninth Grade High-level Holy Sovereign like Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign was even more numerous than a few hundred to a thousand.    

. . .    

In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.    

The battles between the major powers in the Origin Continent had become even more intense during these few years.    

Wherever there were people, there would be the Jianghu.    

Almost every day, Holy Sovereign would fall.    

Among them, there was no lack of intermediate Holy Sovereign. Even High-level Holy Sovereign had lost a few.    

As for those below Holy Sovereign, there were even more of them.    

But fortunately, none of them were from the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

A Ninth Grade High-level Holy Sovereign was quite a deterrent. With the geographical advantage, even a Top-level Holy Sovereign would be covered in dirt if they were not careful.    

As long as they didn't seek death themselves, no one would dare to cause trouble for them.    

. . .    

Soon, another three years passed.    

On this day, the doors of the palace where Yang Fann was in seclusion slowly opened. Yang Fann, who had not seen the light of day for more than a hundred years, slowly walked out of the palace. His steps were very slow, but his entire body was brimming with an indescribable confidence, as if everything between heaven and earth was under his control.    

He was like a high and mighty emperor patrolling the mountains and rivers, making people prostrate on the ground and bow to him.    

Not long ago, Yang Fann received Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign's Sound Transmitting. According to Divine Secrets and Holy Sovereign's calculations, there were at most ten days until the Origin Continent descended.    

Not only Yang Fann, but all the other Pseudo Saints and Half-Saints who were cultivating walked out from their palaces.    

. . .    

Two hours later, on a large plaza that occupied millions of acres of farmland.    

A large number of Half Saints and False Saints were gathered here. However, compared to the floating city a few hundred years ago, the number was clearly more than a hundred times less.    

The millions of ordinary Half Saints. . . Not a single one of them had been seen. Even among the three hundred thousand Perfection Semi-saint warriors, there were only less than fifty thousand of them.    

It wasn't because of any accidents that happened to those half-step Saints, but because they had all been temporarily kept by someone using Space Treasures. In Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, Yang Fann wasn't the only one who was recruiting. Those one hundred and thirteen Pseudo-Saints were not small mountains. They had gathered a lot of Half Saint experts, as well as some high grade Perfection Semi-saint. They had also recruited a lot of experts.    

Of course, the experts under their command could not be compared to Yang Fann's. Even the strongest Pseudo-Saints could only have a hundred Perfection Semi-saint warriors under their command.    

As for Yang Fann, even excluding the huge army of Devil God's puppets, he had nearly two thousand Perfection Semi-saint warriors under his command.    

After so many years, It wasn't for nothing that he had spent his time with those Half Saints under his command.    

After suppressing Inanimate Pirates, the Profound Heaven Fleet, and the other two major powers, apart from giving the five levels to the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the remaining five levels of resources had been given to Yang Fann. Yang Fann had used half of them for his own cultivation, and the remaining half had been given to him by Yang Fann.    

Currently, under Yang Fann's command, even the most ordinary soldier's worth was enough to surpass some Great Sage experts.    

As for those Demi-Saint Ancestor, each of them had ten times the wealth, or even dozens of times more than the other Half Saints of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

They were really envious of the other Senior Elders and Half Saints. If it wasn't for Yang Fann's determination to not recruit any more subordinates, including those false Saints, All of them were under Yang Fann's command in the blink of an eye.    

. . .    

Time passed bit by bit in the anticipation of countless experts from various forces.    

One day. . . Three days. . . Five days. . . Seven days. . . . . .    

. . .    

Noon of the ninth day.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Massive waves of the vast Milky Way surged into the heavens, causing terrifying waves that were millions upon millions of meters high to appear as if they were going to overturn the entire starry sky.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ There's movement. "    

"He's coming out. Origin Continent is coming out soon. "    

"This time, I must seize a Primordial Purple Clouds. "    

. . .    

In an instant, the starry sky around the Heavenly River started boiling. Countless Half Saints, False Saints, and Holy Sovereign widened their eyes and stared at the center of the Heavenly River without blinking.    

They were afraid that they would miss out on a tiny detail.    

They were witnessing the grand event that happened once every hundred million years.    

. . .    

Everyone's attention was focused on him.    

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.    

Right at this moment. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A vast and terrifying continent of unknown light years slowly rose up from the center of the Heavenly River.    

. . .    

Two hours later.    

The surface of the terrifying continent finally surfaced.    

The word Spiritual Martial Arts Continent was in front of him. That's an inconspicuous island.    

Even the entire Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts was incomparable to him.    

Some of the top worlds were just like this, they were even inferior to it.    

The entire continent was covered by a layer of grey fog. It was hazy, making it impossible for people to see everything within the continent.    

Even the Half-Step Saint King felt like he was in a dream, an illusion, an illusion, and an unreachable feeling.    

. . .    

"The Origin Continent has finally reappeared. As long as I'm in the Origin Continent, I don't have to worry about anything anymore. . . " Yang Fann was overwhelmed with emotions. He couldn't wait to enter the Origin Continent. He had been holding it in for 130 years. "Seven days. There are still seven days left. . . . "    

. . .