Invincible Bloodline

A hundred years. In just a hundred years, there was only one voice in the millions of worlds in the Tiannan Realm River, and that was Yang Fann's voice.    

    

All the major powers would either submit to Yang Fann and become his subordinate force, or leave the Tiannan Realm River with their tails between their legs.    

    

All these years, Yang Fann's forces had been soaring like a snowball. Among them, there were more than a thousand Half-Step Saint King warriors, more than a hundred Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors, and even twenty-eight of them were Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors. Their power was so great that it was unheard of. They were even more powerful than the Myriad Saints Palace at its peak.    

    

At the same time, Yang Fann's wallet was also expanding at a terrifying speed. Yang Fann didn't make things difficult for those forces who surrendered to him. He only took away their Primordial Purple Clouds and picked a few rare resources. However, those who had evacuated from Tiannan Realm River had robbed nearly half of their vault.    

    

One, two, it wasn't a big deal. However, ten, dozens of major powers had gathered together. The amount of wealth that was accumulated was far more than what Myriad Saints Palace had accumulated. It had directly increased Yang Fann's fortune by several times. At this moment, Yang Fann's wealth was so great that even many Third Empyrean and Fourth Empyrean Saint King's Supreme Being would want it. He was envious of him.    

    

Yang Fann had even obtained another Saint King's corpse. Speaking of which, he still had to thank the Heavenly Dao Sect. This Saint King's corpse was actually the foundation of the Taoism. It was also because of this Saint King's corpse that the Taoism had the courage to defy Yang Fann's instructions and put up a stubborn resistance.    

    

Through the ancient secret technique, they were able to unleash the combat strength of a Sacred King in a short period of time. However, they had never thought that Yang Fann's strength would be so terrifying. It was far from what an ordinary Saint King Sovereign could compare with. The corpse of a Saint King was not dangerous at all to Yang Fann.    

    

In the end, not only did the corpse of the Saint King become Yang Fann's spoils of war, but the Taoism also followed after the Myriad Saints Palace and became Yang Fann's chicken to warn the others.    

    

Of course, the Primordial Purple Clouds that Yang Fann needed the most had also increased by a lot. In the huge Tiannan Realm River, the storage of the Primordial Purple Clouds of all the major powers had reached nine levels and nine levels.    

    

S in Yang Fann's hands had exceeded ninety million, nearly a hundred million.    

    

S that Yang Fann needed to advance his cultivation, it was still very terrifying.    

    

If he could absorb and refine all the Primordial Purple Cloudss. . . Level 8. . . It was hard to say what would happen to Ninth Empyrean Saint King, but an ordinary Fourth Layer, Fifth Empyrean Saint King, with just the Hung Meng Indestructible Body alone, he would be able to hang them up and beat them up.    

    

. . .    

    

Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, Martial Saint Realm.    

    

A hundred years had passed, and the Martial Saint Realm hadn't expanded much. It was still the size of a Primary Major World, but the Spirit of Heaven and Earth in it was more than ten times stronger than before.    

    

In the past hundred years, the transformation of the Martial Saint Realm had never stopped. It was unknown how many Holy Crystal meridians had merged into the Martial Saint Continent. Apart from that, there were also countless spiritual roots and Martial Saint Realms that had been transplanted into the Martial Saint Realm.    

    

These were all top grade spiritual roots of the heavens and earth. Any one of them would be a top grade spiritual root of the heavens and earth. It could increase the overall strength of the Primary Major World by a lot.    

    

At this moment, in the Martial Saint Realm, even if it was the most remote place, without using any Holy Crystals or Holy Elixirs to assist in cultivation, just relying on Spirit of Heaven and Earths to cultivate wouldn't be much worse than consuming a first grade Holy Elixir.    

    

Although a first grade Holy Elixir was the lowest grade Holy Elixir, it was still a Holy Elixir. Many Holy Lord and Half Saints might not even be able to obtain a single Holy Elixir in their lifetime.    

    

This was also the place with the weakest spiritual energy in Martial Saint Realm. Like the center of the Martial Saint Realm. The spiritual energy would increase by hundreds or thousands of times. Not only that.    

    

Even many Top Saints were envious of it.    

    

The current Martial Saint Realm was the second holy land of cultivation in the Tiannan Realm River. There was absolutely no place that dared to claim to be the number one.    

    

Countless expert's lifelong wish was that one day, they would have the chance to enter the Martial Saint Realm and cultivate for a period of time.    

    

However, it wasn't an easy task to enter the Martial Saint Realm. Apart from the 300 billion subordinates who had already moved into the Martial Saint Realm, only Yang Fann's family and friends, as well as Top Saints, Half-Step Saint King and other top grade experts were qualified to move into the Martial Saint Realm.    

    

The others, even if they were high grade Saints, would have to pay a hefty price in order to obtain a seat in the Martial Saint Realm.    

    

Because of this, the disciples of the Holy Ji Sect, Seven Stars Sect, Yang family and Lin Family, as well as the rest of their family members, pounded their chests and stamped their feet in regret. They regretted that their intestines had turned green. They shouldn't have been reluctant to give up such a small amount of power.    

    

In World Of Cultivators, the path of cultivation was the way of the king. Why couldn't they understand it?    

    

Now, they wanted to enter the Martial Saint Realm again. How could he have the chance to do so?    

    

In the end, the ones that Yang Fann really attached importance to were Old Man Yang, his uncle Luo Jianing, Master Dongfang Sheng, and a few other elders and disciples. In Yang Fann's heart, the status of the other elders and disciples was really pitiful.    

    

It had been more than 1,500 years since they joined the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. After so many years, the families of the two major sects had expanded by many times. Yang Fann had never even met the people of the ninth floor before, so how could he have any feelings for them?    

    

. . .    

    

Martial Saint Realm, Martial Saint Palace.    

    

Yang Fann sat cross-legged on top of a green Lotus Bed. His entire body was shining with divine light, and he looked solemn and dignified.    

    

Jade Calming Heart Lotus Bed - A Supreme Grade Support Lotus Bed. It was one of the few Supreme Grade Support Yang Fanns that Yang Fann had.    

    

In front of Yang Fann, a Devouring Black Hole could swallow the heavens and devour the earth.    

    

Inside the Devouring Black Hole, a terrifying corpse of Devil God was lying quietly. Endless power of devouring was like an endless ocean, drowning the corpse of Devil God. Waves of extremely pure Strength of Origin kept rushing into Yang Fann's body through the Black Hole Center, strengthening his sacred body and causing his Qi to slowly rise.    

    

This corpse was none other than the foundation of the Divine Hall's palace.    

    

A hundred years had passed. Not only had Yang Fann successfully refined the heart of the Ancient Saint King, but he had also refined more than half of Devil God's corpse.    

    

This had directly doubled the power of Yang Fann's Body. At this moment, just the power of the shell alone was enough to match the Power of Saint King.    

    

. . .    

    

Soon, another ten years passed.    

    

"Bang ~ ~"    

    

The last strand of the Strength of Origin that was originally absorbed by Yang Fann completely collapsed and turned into a Flying Ash.    

    

Yang Fann's Body's strength had also reached the Saint King Stage.    

    

Of course, it was only an ordinary Saint King. It had fused with the thirty-seven Saint King Law First Layers of a First Layer Saint King. There was still a long way to go.    

    

The next second. . .    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

A golden light flashed past the Void, and a golden-robed middle-aged man appeared within the Devouring Black Hole.    

    

His aura dominated the world. Even Palace Master Wan Sheng, who was the number one expert below the Saint King realm, was much weaker than him. Any ordinary Half-Step Saint King would kneel on the ground and worship him with just a glance. However, the strange thing was that he didn't feel a trace of the life force that a living person should have on his body.    

    

However, this was very normal. Because he was not a living person at all. He had been dead for hundreds of millions of years. He was the remains of the Saint King of Taoism.    

    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

    

Boundless power of devourings erupted once more, crazily devouring the Strength of Origin that was the corpse of the Sacred King.    

    

However, the most powerful foundation of the Church of the Heavenly Dao was clearly much weaker than the corpse of Devil God from the Divine Hall.    

    

It only lasted for twenty years before it was completely devoured by Yang Fann.    

    

. . .    

    

After devouring the heart of the Holy King and the two corpses of the Holy King, Yang Fann began to refine the Half-Step Saint King from the Myriad Saints Palace, Taoism, and other major powers.    

    

These Half-Step Saint King Strength of Original Life were a bit lacking. Even if they were combined together, they wouldn't be able to compare to a Saint King's heart. However, they had the Great Dao comprehension that Yang Fann needed.    

    

Whether it was the heart of the Primeval Saint King or the corpse of the Saint King, they were all inanimate objects after all. After devouring them, although Yang Fann's Body's strength had increased tremendously, and even his bloodline potential had improved a lot, the progress of the Tao of Law was negligible.    

    

. . .    

    

Ten years later.    

    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ Yang Fann, you beast, I curse you, I curse you. . . "    

    

A Enmity curse, once the number one expert in the Tiannan Realm River, Palace Master Wan Sheng's Flying Ash, was destroyed. It also meant that all the Half-Step Saint King were devoured by Yang Fann.    

    

With Yang Fann's current cultivation base and his comprehension of the Great Dao of Devour, ordinary Half-Step Saint King wouldn't be able to last more than two hours in his hands. Even Top-level Half-step Saint King could only last for a few days. In other words, there were only 36 Half-Step Saint King that could last a little longer.    

    

"Hu ~ ~"    

    

Yang Fann let out a breath of foul air and stopped refining the Primordial Purple Clouds. With a thought, an ancient diagram that was about a foot long suddenly appeared in his hand. It was unknown what kind of creature's skin it was used to refine it.    

    

"Saint King Hong Yu, let me see what secrets this secret diagram of yours has. " Yang Fann's eyes flashed. After so many years, it was time to take out Saint King Hong Yu's secret treasure.    

    

The next moment. . .    

    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

    

Yang Fann's terrifying Holy Soul, which was even more terrifying than a Second Layer Saint King expert, suddenly emerged from his body and swept towards the secret diagram.    

    

"Grug ~ Grug ~ Grug ~"    

    

More than 1,500 years ago, the terrifying restriction that Yang Fann was helpless against was now easily broken through by Yang Fann like a piece of paper.    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

Rays of bright holy light burst out from the secret diagram and turned into a ray of light that rushed into Yang Fann's forehead. In an instant, a large amount of information appeared in Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness.    

    

. . .    

    

Three breaths later.    

    

Yang Fann slowly opened his eyes. "I can't believe he's in Absolute Death Zone. This Saint King Hong Yu sure knows how to hide. . . "    

    

. . .