Invincible Bloodline

A large fleet consisting of five million top grade World River Warships was shuttling through the starry sky at high speed.    

In the flagship at the center of the World River, Yang Fann, dressed in a black robe, sat high on the purple-gold throne, his right hand dragging a dark golden heart.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Waves of extremely pure Strength of Origin continuously flowed through Yang Fann's palm into his body, strengthening his sacred body.    

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fann was about to take down Wan Sheng. It had been five years since Yang Fann took down the All Saints Sect.    

One had to admit that the heart of a Sacred King was the heart of a Sacred King. The vast energy contained within it was beyond the imagination of a Half-Step Saint King.    

In the past five years, Yang Fann's right hand had never left the heart of the Sacred King. He had been devouring the vast energy within it with all his might. However, after five years, the heart of the Sacred King had shrunk by a fold. Not even a single layer of the energy in the heart had been absorbed and refined by Yang Fann.    

If he wanted to completely devour it, he was afraid that he would need to do so. It'll take another sixty years.    

Of course, even so, Yang Fann's Body's power had increased by nearly double.    

After destroying the Myriad Saints Palace, with Yang Fann's character, which was three feet tall, the Myriad Saints Palace had accumulated for trillions of years. Of course, nothing was left, and all of them had become Yang Fann's belongings.    

As expected of the number one overlord of Tiannan Realm River, the accumulation of the Myriad Saints Palace. It was far from what the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, Devil God Palace, and the other major powers could compare with. The Exquisite Holy Crystals was tens of thousands of trillion. Just the Holy Crystal alone was enough to smash a 36 Half-Step Saint King to death, and it contained all kinds of natural spiritual roots. There were countless of them that were more valuable than Holy Elixirs. It was definitely not below those Holy Crystals. Apart from that. . . Collimator and Yang Fann had found nearly a thousand Top-grade Collimators, and even had fifteen of them. They had even found a Dao Weapon. But, it was a pity that. . . That Dao Weapon was the Primordial Sacred King's Vital Treasure - the Ten Thousand Dao Wheel. It was found 13,000,000,000 years ago. The Ancient Sacred King had been severely injured in the battle with the World Annihilation Lightning Emperor. It was not much better than the Apocalyptic Lightning Seed in True King Wan Lei's hand. It had become a broken Dao Weapon.    

Even after hundreds of millions of years of nurturing, he had barely recovered three levels of his functions. If he wanted to truly recover, he would have to find a Saint King Stage grandmaster in refining to repair it, or find a Dao Weapon of the same attribute as it and devour the Great Dao Sacred Mark of the Dao Weapon.    

However, regardless of whether it was the former or the latter, it was virtually impossible to do so in Tiannan Realm River.    

With Yang Fann's current cultivation and strength, his Body Defense had far surpassed the Top-grade Collimator. Once he used all his strength to activate the Hung Meng Indestructible Body, his defense would increase by several hundred times. It would be even better than an ordinary Dao Weapon. A mere broken Dao Weapon was completely useless. It was a pity that it was useless to him.    

It was also because of the broken Ten Thousand Dao Wheel that Palace Master Wan Sheng did not use this supreme treasure. To Half-Step Saint King like them, a broken Dao Weapon was a great killing weapon. However, in the eyes of the real Saint King Sovereign, it was just like a toy of Kids, and it would not be of much use.    

Of course, what made Yang Fann the happiest was the harvest of the Primordial Purple Clouds. The storage of the Myriad Saints Palace and the Primordial Purple Clouds that he obtained from slaughtering all the Saints of the Myriad Saints Palace numbered nearly ten million. It had almost doubled the number of Primordial Purple Clouds in his hand, and it had exceeded twenty three million.    

If he refined all of these Primordial Purple Cloudss, his strength would increase by tenfold, or even more. At that time, even if his combat strength was inferior to a Saint King Third Empyrean expert, it wouldn't be much different.    

He had looked through many inheritances of the Myriad Saints Palace. Yang Fann had a basic understanding of the Saint King Stage.    

To become a Saint King, he needed to merge all the Saint King Law and create the Heart of Saint King. The Heart of Saint King was also known as the heart of the world, the origin of this world. The Saint King Stage was also known as the realm of the Reproduction Realm. It was said that when the Heart of Saint King transformed into a world, it would be completely detached from the world. When one advanced to True God.    

However, even if the Heart of Saint King was nurtured, it did not mean that one had stepped into the First Layer of the Holy King realm. Only by comprehending 37 Saint King Law, reaching the Great Perfection Stage, and successfully merging them with the Heart of Saint King could one be considered to have stepped into the First Layer of the Holy King realm.    

As for the Saint King's Ninth Empyrean, every time he broke through to the First Layer, The Heart of Saint King would need to fuse for a small cycle. Thirty-six Saint King Law, all the way until they reached the Perfection with three hundred and sixty Laws, completing a big cycle, and only then would they be able to break through to the Ninth Tier of the Saint King Stage and become a true Perfection warrior.    

Like the Sacred King of the past, he was a First Layer Sacred King expert that had fused 62 Saint King Law.    

Yang Fann's true strength should be at the Second Layer Saint King realm, and he was one of the best amongst them. He was only comparable to a Third Empyrean Saint King expert. There should still be a big gap.    

Although he had successfully comprehended 112 Saint King Law, and in terms of quantity, he was comparable to an ordinary Third Empyrean Holy King expert, but in terms of quality, the difference was too great. Out of the 112 Saint King Law, there were only 18 that had reached the Great Perfection Stage, and many of the Laws were only at the Beginning or Small Completion realm. Moreover, he hadn't even condensed any Heart of Saint King.    

If it wasn't for the mysterious and unpredictable Hung Meng Indestructible Body, and the power of the Laws alone, his strength would have fallen by a notch. It would be a big problem whether he could even squeeze into the Second Layer Saint King realm.    

Of course, the specifics would still have to be determined by a battle with expert of the same level.    

. . .    

The World of Gods - one of the top great worlds in the Tiannan Realm River.    

Although it was not as vast as the Myriad Saint Great World, it was only slightly inferior. Compared to the Nine Heavens, True Demons, and other great worlds, it was more than several times larger.    

This was the lair of the Divine Hall, one of the ten major powers of Tiannan Realm River. It was also the name of the World of Gods.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the starry sky of the World of Gods, which was 800 light years away. A large Wormhole with a diameter of several light years suddenly appeared.    

The next second. . . . . .    

A fleet of five million large ships passed through the Wormhole.    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ It's Yang Fann. "    

"That god of slaughter Yang Fann is here. "    

"What should we do? What should we do? I don't want to die. I don't want to die. "    

. . .    

In an instant, an indescribable panic engulfed the entire World of Gods. Within the World of Gods, from the high and mighty gods to the ordinary cultivators, all of their expressions changed drastically, and their eyes were filled with fear.    

The World of Gods and the World of Ten Thousand Saints were located in the middle of the World River. The two of them were not too far away from each other. The news of the fall of the World of Myriad Saints and the destruction of the Myriad Saints Palace had already spread to the World of Gods.    

What was even more terrifying was that the God of Slaughter, Yang Fann. . . It was said that he had surpassed all previous Sacred Kings and had reached the unprecedented Saint King Second Layer. Even the Ancient Sacred King was unable to withstand a single blow from him. Although the Divine Hall was strong, they were still able to withstand a single blow from him. Even the Ancient Sacred King did not have the slightest confidence in dealing with him. Otherwise, in the era of the Ancient Sacred King's reign. . . The Divine Hall wouldn't be so honest, let alone Yang Fann, who had easily suppressed the Ancient Saint King.    

The two of them were on completely different levels. It would not take much effort for Yang Fann, the God of Slaughter, to suppress the World of Gods.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Terrifying auras of Half-Step Saint King rose from the Gods Great World Center.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

Under the lead of the King of Gods, dozens of Half-Step Saint King warriors from the Divine Hall tore through the starry sky and appeared in front of the fleet. They bowed deeply and said, "Anlan greets His Royal Highness Yang Fan. I hope Your Highness can show yourself. "    

. . .    

Fleet, the flagship in the center.    

"What does the King of Gods want to do? It can't be that he wants to shake hands and make peace with me, right?" Yang Fann's eyes flashed, but if that was the case, he would be too naive.    

With a thought, Yang Fann's figure disappeared from his purple-golden throne.    

"Buzz ~ ~"    

The starry sky in front of the God King Anlan distorted, and a black-clothed Yang Fann appeared in front of them. He said coldly, "What do you have to say? Speak!"    

"Your Highness, there is a corpse of a Saint King Stage Devil God in our Divine Palace. It is the strongest foundation of our Divine Hall. I am willing to offer it to Your Majesty. . . . " After pondering for a moment, the King of Gods, Anlan, said decisively, "Apart from that, my Divine Hall is willing to submit to Your Highness and become your blade. I will help Your Highness eliminate all the powerful enemies. . . "    

Sigh! Time does not wait for me! If he were to abandon everything and retreat when he received the news of Myriad Saints Palace's destruction, he might be able to escape successfully. But now, he had nowhere to run even if he wanted to. Yang Fann would definitely not watch them slip away under his nose.    

There was only one way for the Divine Hall to not follow the old path of the Myriad Saints Palace, and that was to submit to Yang Fann.    

As for repaying Yang Fann for his crimes, it wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. However, it was quickly nipped in his cradle. In his shoes, there was no way he would agree to a compromise.    

"A corpse of a Saint King Stage Devil God?" Yang Fann's eyes lit up, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face. Although these super powers weren't very strong, their foundation wasn't bad. Even if the corpse of a Saint King Stage Devil God wasn't as strong as the heart of a Sacred King, it wouldn't be much weaker.    

"Alright! I agree to your submission. Let go of your Holy Souls. "    

. . .