Invincible Bloodline

"Rumble! . . . "    

Yang Fann circulated the Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring Great Technique to its limit, crazily devouring Pope Storm's sea of magic.    

This Pope Storm was also one of the most powerful Magic Continents in the Magic Continent. It could be said that he was second only to the nine great gods. With his foundation, If he was prepared, he might even have the ability to resist the other god experts. In just a split second, he would be able to get in touch with God Of The Storm and summon him.    

Unfortunately, he would never have thought that there would be a monster like Yang Fann. Not only had his strength reached God Realm Mage's level, but he could also perfectly disguise himself as his trusted subordinate. No matter if it was his soul aura or his outer appearance, there were no flaws at all.    

The Pope of Divine Hall, the high and mighty Holy Spirit Mage, was imprisoned just like that.    

. . .    

Time passed year by year. Very quickly, three years had passed.    

"Puchi! . . . "    

The last trace of Pope Storm's origin magic was swallowed by Yang Fann, and his entire body turned into a Flying Ash.    

. . .    

An hour later.    

"Phew. . . "    

Yang Fann let out a sigh and slowly opened his eyes. Holy Spirit Mage was still a bit weaker than before, but his cultivation base had improved a bit. He was still a long way from breaking through to God Realm Mage.    

In the next second. . . . . . . . .    

"Hum. . . "    

Yang Fann's face twisted and turned into Pope Storm's face.    

. . .    

"Paying respects to the Pope. "    

As soon as Yang Fann stepped out of the hall, four Moonlight Magister knelt down to greet him. They were the guards of the hall. One had to admit that Pope Storm was Pope Storm. The height of his character was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Moonlight Magister was the greatest expert in the kingdom, but in front of him, he was just a guard.    

"En, get up. "    

It had been three years since they left the hall, so no one doubted them.    

For a Holy Spirit Mage like Pope Storm, it was common for him to go into seclusion for thirty years or even three hundred years, let alone three years.    

Furthermore, they didn't believe that there was anyone in Magic Continent who could harm their Supreme Pontiff in their Stormy Mountain Range.    

Even the Three Gods of Destruction, Darkness, and Death could not suppress their Pope without making a sound.    

Meanwhile, during these three years, the situation was relatively peaceful, basically no great battles happening. It was unknown if this was the calm before the storm, or if this was the fourth divine battle, ending just like that.    

. . .    

Two hours later.    

Tempest Temple, Storm Treasury.    

Yang Fann waved the Storm Scepter in his hand, which represented Pope Storm's supreme authority. A mysterious ripple rippled out from the Storm Scepter.    

The next moment. . .    

"Crack. . . Crack! . . . "    

The door of the treasury slowly opened.    

Soon, a large space with an area of no less than a million miles appeared in front of Yang Fann.    

Inside the space were a lot of natural treasures, high-grade magic crystals, and hundreds of thousands of meters tall mountains. Even the top-grade magic crystals were piled up into several hundreds of meters tall mountains. The resources were so abundant that it was a hundred times, or even a thousand times more than what Yang Fann had plundered crazily over the years.    

They were on completely different levels. As expected of one of the nine supreme powers of Magic Continent, it was far from what those kingdoms and duchies could compare with.    

However, all of this had been given to me by now. With these resources, Yang Fann seemed to have seen God Realm Mage waving at him.    

. . .    

"Buzz ~ ~ Buzz ~"    

Streams of invisible energy spread out and the Demonic Crystal Mountains quickly disappeared. In the end, there were only a few so-called God Tools left in the entire treasury.    

Yang Fann wasn't afraid that someone would discover that he had taken away most of the resources in the treasure vault. Without Pope Storm's order. . . Also, Pope Storm had the Storm Scepter in his hand. It was impossible for anyone to enter the vault.    

The layers of magic seals around them were not for decoration. Even Holy Spirit Mage would have to bleed if he tried to force his way into the treasury.    

In the Tempest Temple, other than Pope Storm, Holy Spirit Mage, the strongest person was intermediate Holy Spirit Mage.    

. . .    

Storm God Mountain, the Divine Emperor Palace.    

Very quickly, Yang Fann went into seclusion once more.    

"Grug ~ Grug ~ Grug ~"    

The piles of high-grade magic crystals quickly collapsed into dust, turning into streams of pure magic power that surged into Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness and the sea of magic power, causing the vast sea of magic power to expand and expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

. . .    

One year later.    

All the high-grade magic crystals were devoured by Yang Fann. His cultivation base had almost reached the limit of Holy Spirit Mage. He could clearly feel the barrier between God Realm Mage and him. It seemed that with just a slight poke, he would be able to advance to God Realm Mage.    

. . .    

Ten years later.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

There was less than half of the top-grade magic crystal left in Yang Fann's hand. The aura around him began to rise madly, rising steadily.    

The terrifying Qi seemed to want to crush everything. At this moment, if someone entered the Sovereign Palace. . . An ordinary lower Holy Spirit Mage would probably be crushed to the ground in an instant, unable to move at all. Anyone below Holy Spirit Mage would die as soon as they entered the palace.    

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"    

In all directions, large patches of space began to crack.    

He broke through! Yang Fann finally broke through the last layer of the barrier and started to break through to God Realm Mage.    

. . .    

Very quickly, half a year had passed.    

"Om ~ Om ~ Om ~"    

Yang Fann's explosive aura gradually calmed down.    

. . .    

Another week passed.    

"BOOM!"    

Yang Fann slowly opened his eyes. The terrifying pressure was quickly retracted, and in just a breath's time, it only revealed the cultivation base of Pope Storm and Holy Spirit Mage.    

Now was not the time to expose himself. Magic World only had that many resources. The nine great divine gods were enough.    

They did not want a new God to compete with them for resources and faith.    

Even God Of The Storm might not be willing to see Pope Storm on equal footing with him.    

Once he was exposed, it could be said that what awaited him would be the siege of the nine gods.    

Breaking through one by one, silently making a fortune was the way to go.    

. . .    

With his current magic cultivation, he had also advanced to God Realm Mage's realm. Although he was only the weakest lower God Realm Mage, with the Universe Treasures and Fire God Scepters, the strength that I could unleash was definitely not inferior to some of the superior God Realm Mage's. With his unparalleled divine body, even if he were to fight against a top-notch God Realm Mage, he would still have the strength to fight him.    

Furthermore, I am Pope Storm now. That God Of The Storm would definitely not be able to guard against me. With a plan in mind, this matter could be very promising.    

Let's do it this way. We'll take this God Of The Storm first.    

. . .