Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann sat on the meditation cushion with his legs crossed. His body was surrounded by purple qi. He looked dignified and looked down upon the world.    

A terrifying purple qi Devil God was standing behind him. He looked incomparably majestic.    

The huge Monarch God Palace seemed to have become a purple ocean in an instant.    

Its imposing manner was far more powerful than the previous palace. At this moment, even the slightly weaker Half-Step Saint King couldn't get close to Yang Fann.    

Terrifying, incomparably terrifying.    

. . .    

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fann had been in secluded cultivation for 130 years. During these 130 years, Yang Fann had not taken a single step out of the Monarch God Palace, and he was fully focused on refining the Primordial Purple Clouds.    

If he didn't use all the resources in his possession, even if he had more, Those were just decorations. Only by converting them into his own strength would it be a firm principle.    

One hundred and thirty years had passed. In the beginning, the hundred thousand and thirty thousand Thousands Primordial Purple Cloudss in the Grandmist Bead had already been completely absorbed by Yang Fann. As the large amount of Primordial Purple Cloudss was refined, Yang Fann's Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring Great Technique had also made some progress. The distance between the Holy Sovereign Law and the Great Perfection Stage was only a little bit. Originally, he could only refine the Primordial Purple Clouds in the Three Paths every day, but now, he could refine four Primordial Purple Cloudss every day.    

Fortunately, over the past hundred years, his clone would bring him a large amount of Primordial Purple Cloudss every year to support Yang Fann's cultivation needs.    

After so many years, the various armies had not been idle. More than half of the two hundred and forty large domains in the western region had been taken down by Yang Fann. Only sixty-four large domains were still struggling to hold on.    

If nothing unexpected happened, there was at most thirty years left. The two hundred and forty large domains in the western region would become Yang Fann's property.    

The main reason was that the Origin Continent was too vast, just the western region alone. Its size was much bigger than any of the other great worlds. The speed of the battleship was thousands of times faster than the Spatial Barrier of the major worlds in the Origin Continent. It was falling again and again, even if Yang Fann didn't hesitate to use a large amount of resources. The effect of raising the speed of the main battleship to the top Galactic Warship grade was minimal.    

In these hundred years, most of the time was spent on travelling. Otherwise, with the terrifying strength of Yang Fann's Holy Soul Avatar, it would take him less than a few decades to unify the two hundred and forty regions in the western region.    

The strength of his clone was directly proportional to Yang Fann's true self. Fifty years ago, Yang Fann's clone's combat strength had already reached the Half-step Saint King Stage.    

At this moment, even some Second Dao Half-Step Saint King might not be a match for Yang Fann's clone.    

Yang Fann's hundred thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss were not for nothing.    

Among the 176 large domains, there were eight Superior Field like the Kaiyang Domain. There were 36 middle grade domains, and the rest were ordinary domains on the same level as the Yang Yun Domain.    

However, even ordinary large domains were usually able to provide Yang Fann with 500 to 600 Primordial Purple Cloudss. More than a thousand, and a hundred and thirty-two ordinary domains were combined. There were over a hundred thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss, and there were 36 intermediate regions. At the very least, there were two Primordial Purple Cloudss. Many of them had more than three thousand and five hundred Primordial Purple Cloudss. As for the eight Superior Field, they were able to obtain five Thousands Primordial Purple Cloudss. Adding all the major domains together, the amount of Primordial Purple Cloudss they could obtain was almost twice as much as the amount of Holy Heart Domains in the Holy Heart Domain.    

If they could take down the entire western region, even if they didn't have four hundred thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss, they wouldn't be much different.    

It had to be said that Yang Fann had underestimated the potential of the Origin Continent. One should know that the western region was ranked third at most among the five central and central divisions of the Origin Continent, especially the center of the publicly acknowledged Origin Continent - the central region. The abundance of resources in the central region wasn't any worse than the total of the four divisions, including the east, south, west and north. In fact, it was even better than that.    

Otherwise, the various clans of the central region would not look down on the other four regions and think that the four central and western divisions were desolate lands.    

The western region alone had close to four hundred thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss, and the entire Origin Continent should have more than three million Primordial Purple Cloudss.    

Yang Fann was a little excited when he thought about it. A Small Success Stage Hung Meng Indestructible Body only needed Millions Primordial Purple Cloudss.    

If he could refine all the Primordial Purple Cloudss in the Origin World, then the power of the shell alone would be the expert of a Holy King.    

Of course, during this period of time, Yang Fann inevitably became a thorn in the side of the disciples of the various Holy Palaces. He was a thorn in their flesh, and they wished they could get rid of him as soon as possible.    

Hundreds of millions of Sacred Palace disciples cursed Yang Fann's ancestors countless times in their hearts.    

What the f * ck, first it was the Yang Yun Region, then the Holy Heart Domain, and now it was even more so not letting go of all the great regions in the western region. Yang Fann, this bastard, are you still human?    

I just want to find a Primordial Purple Clouds, isn't it easy for me?    

Origin Will, aren't you the mother who values balance the most? Why don't you just send down a Sky Law and kill that Little Son Yang Fan?    

In this world, there was no one who could break the balance more than Little Son Yang Fan.    

'F * ck, how could there be such a monster in this world? '    

He wasn't even ten thousand years old, not even ten thousand years old.    

. . .    

However, each and every one of them only dared to think about it in their hearts. Those who really dared to become Yang Fann's enemies, including the The Supreme Palaces's Son Holy Virgin, Not a single one of them dared to do so.    

A hundred years had passed, and the Primordial Purple Clouds in Yang Fann's hand was increasing rapidly. The forces under his command were also expanding rapidly like a snowball.    

Among the 176 large domains, there were many stubborn people who fought back with their lives on the line. However, most of them wisely chose to surrender.    

Even ants were born, let alone humans. Furthermore, none of them were alone. All of them were bound by their own clans. Although they would lose their freedom if they surrendered to Yang Fann, it was still better than the destruction of their entire clan.    

At this moment, not counting Yang Fann's outrageous Holy Soul Avatar, the number of False Saints below him alone was as high as thirteen. Thirty-four, eighty-six of them were at the Top-Level Pseudo-saint, and there were nearly five hundred of them at the Low Rank Top-Level. High-level Pseudo-saint had no less than five thousand. As for the ordinary middle and low level False Saints, there were even more. There were tens of thousands of them.    

As for the top-grade warships, they would go from the original five million to the original one. It had expanded to twenty million.    

If this was in the Tiannan Realm River, it would be enough to make most of the The Supreme Palaces tremble.    

To provoke Yang Fann. It would be akin to having an old man eating arsenic. He was tired of living.    

❄ ️ ❄ ️ ❄ ️    

Time flew by. Soon, another ten years had passed.    

Twenty-four of the sixty-four large domains had completely become Yang Fann's territory. One of them was in Superior Field, while the other six were in the middle domains. Seventeen ordinary domains.    

In the past ten years, Yang Fann had once again devoured nearly fifteen thousand Thousands Primordial Purple Cloudss, causing the total number of Primordial Purple Cloudss he had devoured to exceed one hundred and eighty thousand. If news of this were to spread, it would definitely scare countless Holy Sovereign to death.    

This was completely challenging the imagination of all the Saints. From ancient times until now, which Holy Sovereign had not only refined one Primordial Purple Clouds? Not to mention that Yang Fann had refined one hundred and eighty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss in such a manner, he had never even heard of ten of them.    

After absorbing so many Primordial Purple Clouds, Yang Fann's strength had soared to a level that even he himself couldn't grasp.    

With just the Body alone, Yang Fann was confident that he could suppress a Half-Step Saint King. It was the same kind of Middle-level Half-step Saint King that had nine or more Dao. As for the Body Defense, an ordinary Half-Step Saint King wouldn't be able to break through Yang Fann's defense without a Dao Weapon.    

If his combat strength was fully unleashed, it would be even more immeasurable. Seventeen Half-Step Saint King, or eighteen Half-Step Saint King? Or even higher? Everything would have to wait until one more battle.    

In the entire Origin Continent, Yang Fann didn't believe that anyone could defeat him.    

Even in the Tiannan Realm River, he was afraid that there wouldn't be many people who could compare with him.    

"* Hong Long. . . . . . * Rumble. . . Rumble, rumble. . . "    

One Primordial Purple Clouds after another was completely devoured and refined by Yang Fann. The purple qi on Yang Fann's back became more and more solid, as if it was going to revive him from this world.    

. . .    

Diancai Mountain, Monarch God Main Hall.    

Yang Fann's clone was stationed here, handling all administrative matters and leading the frontlines of the war.    

On this day, Yang Fann sat on the throne. His entire body was mysterious and seemingly ordinary. There was a kind of concept that returned to its original state. However, the entire hall was filled with a terrifying pressure that was difficult to describe with words. It caused one to involuntarily kneel on the ground and worship him.    

A Young Man stood in the middle of this large hall. He was dressed in purple and looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was extremely handsome, and his face looked like it was carved out of jade. He had an air of arrogance about him, as if he was born above everyone else. Even when he looked at Yang Fann on the throne, there was a faint trace of disdain in his eyes. It was as if Yang Fann wasn't the peerless overlord who controlled the lives and deaths of over two hundred large domains. He was the ignorant hillbilly.    

Right at this moment. . .    

The lips of the young man in purple moved and said, "Yang Fann, Origin Continent is not a place for outsiders like you to mess around. I, the Saint Messenger of the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall of Central Sanctuary - Cheng Fei, the Saint Messenger of the Sacred Hall, order you to stop the attack immediately and withdraw all the troops back to the Holy Heart Domain. . . . "    

. . .