Invincible Bloodline

After spending a hundred years with his parents, Yang Fann went into seclusion once again.    

The last meeting of Wu God Palace had somewhat provoked Yang Fann. Although he could be considered strong now, However, if he was placed in the entire universe, he would only be a slightly stronger aphid. He was far from being called a expert. One should know that in the Immemorial Great World. . . The true experts were all Top-Level Domain God. An overlord of a region was a Master God who had surpassed a Domain God.    

Even in the various worlds, the threshold of the experts was still the realm of a Domain God.    

As for the current him, he was far inferior to a Domain God. Previously, he had thought that his strength was not far away from a Domain God, even if he was no match for it. It would not be difficult for him to survive in the hands of the Realm God.    

Only now did he realize that he was just being self-righteous. True Gods and Realm Gods were two completely different concepts. Fourth level True Gods, high level, intermediate, and low level True Gods were divided into four levels. However, Top Level True God was not only a Fourth level True God, but a Ninth level True God. Although Top Level True God and Low-level Domain God were only one level apart, they were still Heaven And Earth Cloud And Muds.    

Even the strongest Rank 9 Top-Level True God could only be counted on one's fingers if they were able to protect their lives in Domain God Sovereign's hands.    

At this moment, he didn't hold back at all. His combat strength had been fully unleashed, and there was still a huge gap between him and a Rank 9 Top-Level True God. At most, he could only barely fight Rank 7 Top Level True God.    

Compared to the real expert, the difference was just too great.    

The only thing that was worthy of his pride was. . . Perhaps it was his formidable Body Defense.    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

With a flash of light, a group of True Gods appeared within the Devouring Black Hole.    

There were nearly three thousand of them. All of them were True Gods of the Underworld God Clan and the Great Xia's Divine Dynasty.    

As for those ants below the True God level, Yang Fann didn't even have the desire to devour them. He had already completely destroyed them when he suppressed them.    

. . .    

"Grug ~ Grug ~ Grug ~"    

The divine bodies of low level True Gods shattered, and the Flying Ashs were destroyed. They turned into pure Strength of Original Life that was devoured by Yang Fann.    

With Yang Fann's current strength, it was extremely easy for him to devour these low level True Gods. No low level True God could last more than fifteen minutes.    

. . .    

Three days. It was just a short three days.    

Two thousand three hundred and sixty-eight low-level True Gods from the two major powers were completely devoured and refined by Yang Fann.    

After that, the four hundred and seventy-two Middle Level True God True Gods only managed to last seven days longer than the low level True Gods before they were completely turned into Flying Ashs.    

. . .    

One year later.    

Only Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World was left in the God Race, while Xia Hongxuan and the other two Top Level True God were left in the Divine Dynasty.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A black light flashed and Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World appeared in the Devouring Black Hole.    

Yang Fann had given Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World enough face. He didn't allow Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World to absorb the Devouring Black Hole with the other High Level True God warriors.    

Instead, he chose to refine Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World by himself. This treatment was no less than that of some Top Level True God warriors.    

Of course, Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World himself didn't want this honor.    

Unfortunately, everything was not up to him.    

. . .    

Three years later.    

"Bang. . . "    

Master Of The Gods Of The Dark World was completely destroyed. He was worthy of being called the strongest Top Level True God warrior. He had actually increased Yang Fann's strength by nearly 20 billion, which was not much weaker than an ordinary First Grade Top Level True God.    

. . .    

Ten years later.    

Xia Mingzhi and another First Grade Top Level True God from the Great Xia's Divine Dynasty, Xia Mingwu, had been reduced to ashes, increasing Yang Fann's strength by nearly a billion points in the Little World.    

. . .    

A hundred years later.    

"Roar ~ ~ ~ I can't accept this. . . "    

Along with an extremely unwilling wail, the Great Sovereign of the generation, Xia Hongxuan, fell.    

In the next second. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's tightly shut eyes slowly opened. Faintly, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in them.    

There were so many True God experts, and three of them were Top Level True God. However, the result was that he had only gained less than one trillion of Little World's power. Not even half a level of Body's power had been increased. This efficiency was truly a bit low.    

In the future, if he wanted to devour them, he would have to devour those Third, Fourth, and even higher Top Level True God. These were the real starting points.    

It seemed like he had to head to the Aima Realm Continent as soon as possible.    

In the nearby rivers, every Top Level True God was as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn. Especially those at the Fourth Order and above, it was almost a legend. Otherwise, the Blue Moon Palace wouldn't have thought that Top Level True God was only at the Fourth Order for so many years. It wouldn't be so easy to capture a Top Level True God here.    

Instead of wasting a huge amount of time and earning little, it was better to head to the Aima Realm Continent as soon as possible.    

"Hu. . . "    

After letting out a breath of foul air, Yang Fann shook his head lightly and shook off the distracting thoughts in his heart.    

The urgent matter at hand was to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Divine Devil Body to the Third Transformation Huge Perfection. At that time, the increase in strength might not be much. However, his defense would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.    

Even if it wasn't as good as the legendary Domain Divine Artifact, it wouldn't be much different. At that time, it would be easy for an ordinary Domain God Sovereign to defeat him, but it wouldn't be that easy to kill him.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

A stream of light flashed, and a Inferior High-level Divine Artifact appeared in front of Yang Fann.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Countless power of devourings swallowed the High-level Divine Artifact in an instant, crazily devouring the divine artifact Strength of Origin, strengthening all the cells in Yang Fann's body.    

. . .    

Fifty thousand years later.    

Another thousand Inferior High-level Divine Artifacts were swallowed and refined by Yang Fann.    

Yang Fann emerged from seclusion once again. He had reunited with his parents for a hundred years, then once again entered secluded meditation.    

However, refining the divine tool and not breaking through in a closed door cultivation, Yang Fann did not have the determination to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Divine Devil Body to the Third Transformation Huge Perfection, and was breaking through.    

During this period of time, the Blue Moon Palace, Phoenix Feather Palace, and Witch Clan had completely occupied seventeen new provinces, and no one could find any objections from them.    

Of course, it would still take a lot of time to completely digest the resources of the seventeen provinces and convert them into strength.    

True God Cang Yue and the others were different from Yang Fann. Even if they had sufficient resources, they would still need a lot of time to break through. It would take a million years, or even tens of millions of years.    

. . .    

Very quickly, 300,000 years passed.    

Yang Fann had refined over six thousand Inferior High-level Divine Artifacts.    

Including the five hundred plus High-level Divine Artifacts he had refined earlier, there were nearly seven thousand of them.    

The Nine Revolutions Divine Devil Body's Third Transformation Huge Perfection was not far away.    

In these two hundred and fifty thousand years, Yang Fann had also emerged from secluded meditation once every fifty thousand years, and had reunited with his parents and the others for a hundred years.    

In the midst of all this, something major happened. It was unknown whether True God Cang Yue wanted to stand up for his confidante. Or, he just declared war on Beast Divine Palace.    

The strength of the Beast Divine Palace was only comparable to the Phoenix Feather Palace in the past. It had four High Level True God warriors guarding it. The strongest Beast God was a peak Rank 4 High Level True God. Compared to True God Cang Yue, it was much weaker. How could it have the strength to resist the attacks of the Blue Moon Palace, Phoenix Feather Palace, and Witch Clan?    

After barely holding on for a thousand years, the Divine Palace, which had been passed down for nearly a hundred trillion years, was completely destroyed. The two provinces that were occupied by the Divine Palace were divided and divided by the three major powers. Countless disciples were turned into lowly slaves.    

It scared the remaining four major powers of Guangling Realm Island. They all prepared gifts and headed to the Blue Moon Palace. They were afraid that it would be too late. Then, they became the next Beast Divine Palace.    

Many of the major powers even left the Guangling Realm Island to avoid being remembered by the three major powers.    

. . .    

Yang Fann had been in seclusion for four hundred and sixty thousand years.    

"Puchi. . . "    

Another Inferior High-level Divine Artifact turned into a Flying Ash.    

The next second. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Countless images of divine artifacts lit up the entire hall.    

Yang Fann's aura. . . It was as if a volcano had erupted, and the power of the Body was rising rapidly.    

. . .