Invincible Bloodline

After devouring and refining the purple-clothed Saint Messenger Cheng Fei, Yang Fann continued to refine the Primordial Purple Clouds.    

As for the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall behind Cheng Fei, Yang Fann seemed to have forgotten about it.    

So what if the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall was the number one power in Origin Continent? Could it be that he, Yang, was afraid of them?    

With his terrifying Body that could rival Collimator, even if he couldn't defeat High-level Half-step Saint King, he could at least save his own life, unless the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall had a Top-level Half-step Saint King guarding it. However, the possibility of this happening was infinitely close to zero. After all, Origin Continent wasn't the Tiannan Realm River. Without refining the Primordial Purple Clouds and achieving sainthood, there was still a limit to its potential.    

Even if there were some fake Half-Step Saint King in the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, it would still be considered pretty good to have a intermediate fake Half-Step Saint King.    

Holy Sovereign was a False Saint. The difference between them was just a word, but there were two levels of living beings in them.    

In other words, the Origin Continent was blessed by the heavens. If one didn't truly attain the Dao and become a Saint in the Tiannan Realm River, not to mention comprehending the Saint King Law, even those who had stepped into the Half-step Saint King Stage and comprehended 20 Holy Sovereign Law were few in number in the past trillions of years.    

It would be fine if the people from the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall didn't come, but if they really dared to come, Yang Fann would make sure that they wouldn't be able to go.    

"Boom! Boom! . . . Boom. . . "    

One Primordial Purple Clouds after another was quickly refined by Yang Fann, turning into the most profound source energy of the Primordial Chaos. It nourished and strengthened Yang Fann's Body, causing the power of Yang Fann's Body to soar at a terrifying speed with the power of a thousand saints per breath.    

. . .    

Time flashed, and another ten years passed.    

Over the past ten years, Yang Fann's army continued to conquer the remaining forty-one large regions without stopping. They completely ignored the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall's holy mantra.    

One after another, the alien races were slaughtered and wiped out in the long river of history. However, most of them chose to surrender to Yang Fann. Today, only the eighteen large domains were still persisting. Two of them were from the Superior Field, six were from the intermediate domains, and twelve were from the ordinary domains.    

However, as the Army Of Yang Family continued to gather, the eighteen large domains were defeated in just a year or two.    

One should know that Yang Fann had over 25 million top grade warships under his command. Within each warship, there were a million soldiers stationed. This million soldiers was not an ordinary army, but carefully selected elite warriors. Any soldier was a Great Sage. The captains were at least high-level Perfection Semi-saint, and many of them were low-level Pseudo Saints. Some of them were even intermediate Pseudo-Saints.    

This power was more than a hundred times, or even a thousand times stronger than the eighteen domains.    

Furthermore, it didn't include Yang Fann's thirty-one heaven-defying Holy Soul Avatar.    

. . .    

Soon, another year had passed.    

Out of the 18 great regions, another 12 had fallen.    

What made people despair was that among them were the two great Superior Field that were regarded as the spiritual pillars of the various races.    

At this moment, the remaining six major domains had completely collapsed. Even the last two major Superior Field had been taken down by the Expeditionary Forces. With just their two intermediate and four ordinary domains, the strongest amongst them were only around ten Top-Level Pseudo-saint. They couldn't even find 36 pseudo-Holy Capital, so how could they fight against the Expeditionary Forces?    

In less than a month's time, the millions of races in the six large domains had given up resisting and chose to surrender.    

However, Yang Fann wouldn't be polite to these races anymore. With a wave of his pen, he demoted all the races of the six domains except the human race to the lowest level of Slave Clan.    

Ten years ago, the Expeditionary Forces had sent out a letter of surrender, but they chose to submit only when they were at the end of their rope. This allowed them to receive the treatment of ordinary races, which was totally unfair to the countless races of the other large domains.    

It was already a great fortune that they didn't slaughter all of them.    

. . .    

After a hundred and twenty-one years, the two hundred and forty large domains in the west of Origin Continent were finally unified by Yang Fann.    

During this period, Yang Fann had plundered a total of two hundred and ninety thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss. Adding the one hundred and three thousand Yang Fanns that Yang Fann had obtained by unifying the Holy Heart Domain, that was close to four hundred thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss.    

Just thinking about it made people tremble with fear. It was just a few super powers that had been passed down for hundreds of billions of years, and they had entered the Origin Continent thousands of times. It was hard to find so many Primordial Purple Cloudss. Furthermore, Yang Fann had just unified the two hundred and forty large domains in the west. Many large domains were newly booked and had yet to completely plunder all the Primordial Purple Cloudss in the domains, especially the newly born Primordial Purple Cloudss in the domains.    

In the end, he should be able to obtain quite a number of Primordial Purple Cloudss. Four hundred and fifty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss was hard to say, but four hundred and ten thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss was still a very high possibility.    

If all these Primordial Purple Cloudss were brought back to the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts would surely become one of the top super powers in the Tiannan Realm River.    

More than four hundred thousand Holy Sovereign. Even the lowest grade First Grade Holy Sovereign would be able to kill a powerful Half-Step Saint King.    

Of course, Yang Fann wouldn't do such a thing. The only way to improve his strength was to improve his strength. Everything else was useless.    

In the end, Yang Fann was only prepared to bring back a few Thousands Primordial Purple Cloudss. This was because he had discovered that the major powers in Origin Continent had accumulated a large amount of Primordial Purple Cloudss. Otherwise, Yang Fann would be able to produce a few hundred Primordial Purple Cloudss at the same time.    

Even so, most of the Primordial Purple Cloudss would be used on the false saints under his command to help them attain the Dao and become saints. Only a small portion of them would truly become friends with the Sacred Palace.    

Everyone had their own selfish motives. They all hoped to leave the benefits to the people around them.    

Ever since the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts stepped into the universe's starry sky, the Primordial Purple Cloudss that the various saints obtained were also given to those close to them.    

. . .    

Another ten years passed.    

Yang Fann's rule gradually stabilized. All the major powers in the Western Continent had gradually gotten used to having Yang Fann as their leader, especially the core of the Holy Heart Domain. After more than a hundred years of development, there was almost no one who opposed Yang Fann. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was impregnable.    

Large amounts of resources were being seized unceasingly. Although it was not as destructive as when they were in the Yang Yun Domain, they were still plundered at all costs.    

It was impossible for Yang Fann to stay in the Origin Continent forever. Eight hundred years had passed, and nearly one hundred and eighty years had passed.    

As for the next time he entered Origin Continent, he didn't know when it would be.    

It was very likely that he would never come again. As long as he left the Origin Continent, Yang Fann would let his stars and laws fuse with the Primordial Purple Clouds, achieving sainthood.    

He had stayed in the Pseudo-saint Stage for long enough.    

If it wasn't for the uniqueness of the Origin Continent, he would have already attained the sainthood.    

Yang Fann had a feeling. Once he attained the Dao, his two Saint Physiques would be superimposed, and he would have a huge breakthrough.    

. . .    

In the Monarch God Palace, on the meditation cushion.    

Yang Fann's aura became even stronger. Just by sitting there, it made people unable to arouse the interest of Resistance Thoughts.    

Even those 36 false saints were just petty aphids in front of Yang Fann.    

Twenty-one years had passed. Yang Fann had once again refined over thirty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss. The scariness of his strength was something that even Yang Fann himself couldn't estimate.    

However, even if there was a gap between him and an ordinary 28 Half-Step Saint King, it shouldn't be much.    

One had to know that a Hung Meng Indestructible Body Small Success Stage had the power to kill a Saint King expert.    

Currently, he had refined more than 210,000 Primordial Purple Cloudss, and he had refined more than a fifth of the Beginning Beginnings.    

Right at this moment. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

An extremely terrifying aura descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Diancai Mountain in the blink of an eye.    

"Who is it?"    

"How dare you come to my Diancai Mountain and behave atrociously? Hurry up and capture him!"    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

In an instant, a terrifying aura soared into the sky from the Diancai Mountain. All of them were Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors, and there were more than two hundred of them. Ten of them were Pseudo-saint Stage warriors.    

As the place where Yang Fann went into seclusion, the headquarters of the Army Of Yang Family, and the terrifying guarding force of the Diancai Mountain were simply unheard of.    

Almost all the top grade Yang Fanns under Yang Fann's command were gathered here.    

The two hundred and forty large domains in the west had almost been completely pacified. There was no need to leave too many experts behind in the various domains. It was enough to have a Top-Level Pseudo-saint guarding them.    

The Cheng Luo, Bi Sen, Luo Xia, and the other seven large regions that were adjacent to the central continent were all overseen by Yang Fann.    

Although they didn't think that those few large domains had the guts to provoke their Army Of Yang Family, given their strength, it would be their luck if they didn't find trouble with them. But they weren't afraid of ten thousand, they were afraid of one in ten thousand.    

Moreover, what if someone supported them? For example, the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall.    

Yang Fann didn't think that the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall would give up just like that.    

"So noisy. " A cold and stern voice was heard.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The pressure that descended from the sky instantly erupted like a million volcanoes, instantly increasing by more than ten times.    

"Grug ~ Grug ~ Grug ~"    

Apart from Old Ancestor Cang Yun and the other thirty-six Pseudo Saints, the rest of the Top-Level Pseudo-saint spat out mouthfuls of blood. Their minds were severely injured. Even Old Ancestor Cang Yun and the others felt their blood boiling, and it was difficult for them to calm down.    

"Half-Step Saint King, it's a Half-Step Saint King expert! And it's not even a Half-Step Saint King. . . " Old Ancestor Cang Yun and the other Top-Level Pseudo-saint's expressions changed instantly. Many of their eyes revealed traces of fear. More than two hundred Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors and ten False Saints. This power was enough to fight even a Half-Step Saint King warrior, and the mysterious expert was just relying on its pressure. Its strength was so strong that it could even cause them to cough up blood. It was imaginable how strong it was. It was definitely not as simple as ordinary Half-Step Saint King warriors. Two of them might even be able to control the Saint King Law in Three Paths.    

Damn it, how could there be such a expert in the Diancai Mountain?    

. . .    

"Little Son Yang Fan, how dare you kill the Saint Messenger of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall? Why aren't you coming out and surrendering? Follow me back to the Sacred Hall and await your judgement. "    

. . .    

"What?! Master killed the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall's Purple Robed Saint Messenger?"    

"How could this be? How could this be? . . . It's over, it's all over. . . "    

. . .