Daluo was at the perfected Golden Immortal stage. So powerful!
The Chan Sect had a deep foundation. They had not shown it before. They were really patient.
Han Yan looked at Heiyu Ji and the others and asked, "You've been captured?"
Han Yan, who was bathed in divine light, looked like the God of Creation. His appearance was visually stunning.
Heiyu Ji said angrily, "Master, someone captured us for no reason and wants to make us slaves!"
Jiang Yi and the others heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Han Yan appear.
In their hearts, Han Yan was already comparable to a Saint. As long as he appeared, the danger would be resolved.
"Hmm? Rank One Immortal Emperor? No, your Dharma treasure is not simple! "
A voice was heard. It was Sky Stomper's voice.
Han Yan said, "A mere Golden Immortal Daluo wants to capture my people? Let them go, and I can pretend that this never happened. "
Sky Stomper snorted. "You're really arrogant. Break through my Divine Power first!"
Han Yan raised his hand and extended his right middle finger.
A ray of sword qi suddenly shot out!
Heaven Earth Mystic Yellow World Piercing Sword Finger!
Breaking the heavens with one finger!
The hole of light above was torn apart, and the surrounding darkness shattered as well. It was like paper being burned by flames.
Han Yan and the others landed on a hill.
They looked up and saw Sky Stomper standing on a white cloud.
He was wearing a Daoist robe. His eyebrows were curved upwards, and his eyes were long and narrow. His facial features were even more sinister.
Ta Tian Ge stared at him and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
[Sky Stomper Ge has developed hatred towards you. Current Hatred Points: 5 stars.]
5 stars!
It was close to a fight to the death!
Very good, you're gone!
Han Yan did not care which sect he came from. Saints could not enter the Immortal World. What was there to be afraid of?
Han Yan smiled. "Who am I? I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I tell you! "
Sky Stomper frowned and asked, "Tell me …"
The Heavenly Dipper Demon God Dharma Idol suddenly appeared above Han Yan's head. Before the Dharma Idol could form, he punched the sky.
The terrifying power caused the sky to distort violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Ta Tian Ge did not even have time to react. He was directly pulverized by the Heavenly Dipper Fiendcelestial's fist wind. His body and soul were destroyed.
The Heavenly Dipper Fiendcelestial dissipated as well. It happened so quickly that Jiang Yi and company could not react in time.
In their eyes, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew, and Sky-Trampling Song disappeared.
Jiang Yi felt a chill run down his spine. He thought back to when he had challenged Han Yan in the simulation trial.
Han Yan stopped and checked his interpersonal relationships. He found that Tatian Ge's profile picture was still there. It seemed that this guy had a way to save his life. He probably left a part of his soul in the Chan Sect.
Han Yan turned his head and looked at Jiang Yi and the others, saying, "Go back as soon as possible. The origin of that person just now is not simple. He is not completely dead and will take revenge on you in the future. If there is a next time, I will definitely not save you."
Han Yan turned around and stepped into the black vortex. The black vortex shrank and disappeared.
Only then did everyone regain their senses.
Heiyu Ji hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up and go back!"
Jiang Yi nodded. He was no longer the arrogant prodigy of the past. He knew the importance of staying alive.
Sky-Trampling Song's appearance meant that the Sect of Providence had begun to move and plot against the Celestial World.
In the Daoist temple.
Han Yan did not receive any aggro notifications from the other mighty figures of the Chan Sect.
He could not let his guard down.
If the entire Chan Sect wanted to deal with him because of this, he could only destroy the Chan Sect.
As long as he stayed in the Daoist temple, Han Yan was not afraid of the Chan Sect.
Without the help of the Saints, the Chan Sect would not be able to break through the defenses of the Daoist temple.
Han Yan began to cultivate.
A year later.
He still did not receive any aggro notifications from the mighty figures of the Chan Sect. It seemed that Sky-Trampling Song did not announce this.
The Saints of the Chan Sect did not care about this either.
Han Yan completely relaxed and focused on cultivating.
Time flew.
86 years passed.
Jiang Yi and the others all returned. None of them were left behind. All of them had become Immortal Emperors.
Their return caused the other disciples to rush over and ask curiously.
They did not know that the Yin Sect had been saved by Han Yan, especially Heiyu Ji. He bragged that Han Yan had clearly killed Sky-Trampling Song in an instant, but he bragged that he had destroyed the entire world with a single punch and that the apocalypse had followed.
Han Yan was very satisfied with their attitude. They had returned after saying that they had developed a Dao heart and knew the importance of avoiding danger.
A few months later.
A voice resounded throughout the world.
"I am the Saint of the Chan Sect, the South Pole Heavenly Venerable. A hundred years later, I will preach the Dao in the South Pole Palace outside the 33 levels. All living beings can come and listen to the Dao!"
Han Yan could not help but think of the Patriarch of the Xi Tian Sect's preaching. He had to admit that the Saint's preaching was very attractive.
However, Han Yan would not go again.
He had the Ultimate Source Great Dao and did not need to listen to the Sage Dao.
If he went, he might be killed by the Saint.
As for sending his clone, the Celestial Ruler had said that it would be disrespectful to the Saint. It was better not to go.
The people of the Yin Sect also began to discuss this matter. Without Han Yan's consent, they did not dare to go.
The calamity had just ended not long ago. The terrifying power of the Saint was still there.
It was because of the battle between the Saints that all living beings were annihilated.
Under such circumstances, who would dare to go?
Just like that, the Yin Sect ignored the South Pole Heavenly Venerable's preaching and continued to cultivate.
...
On an island overseas in the Celestial World.
Huang Zuntian stood at the edge of the cliff and looked at the end of the sea. He was in a daze.
A Jie Jiao disciple appeared behind him and knelt down. He asked, "Master, the Saint of the Chan Sect is preaching the Dao. Should we Jie Jiao disciples go?"
Huang Zuntian retracted his gaze and said casually, "If you want to go, go."
The Jie Jiao disciple said, "The relationship between the Jie Jiao and the Chan Sect …"
"That's not something you should be concerned about."
Huang Zuntian interrupted him with a dissatisfied tone.
The Jie Jiao disciple was puzzled. Did Master go berserk today?
Huang Zuntian seemed to realize that his attitude was wrong. His expression softened. He said, "Have you found the whereabouts of the Scarlet Cloud World?"
The Jie Jiao disciple replied, "Almost all the living beings in the Mortal World have been slaughtered. Without living beings, the Heavenly Dao has been reactivated. It's impossible to tell which Mortal World the Scarlet Cloud World is."
Huang Zuntian frowned.
He did not believe that Han Yan had died in the calamity.
It was just that he could not calculate where Han Yan was.
Huang Zuntian wanted to return to Han Yan's side to cultivate. He had spent enough time in the Jie Jiao. Although he was already the Deputy Sect Master, he could not control himself and could not cultivate in peace.
In his opinion, although the Jie Jiao had survived the previous calamity, it would definitely enter another calamity until the sect was destroyed.
A bunch of lunatics!
People with different beliefs should not work together!
The Jie Jiao disciple asked curiously, "Why do you care so much about the Mortal World you came from? You're the Deputy Sect Master of the Jie Jiao. It won't be difficult for you to create another Mortal World in the future. "
Huang Zuntian said faintly, "Disciple, you don't understand. Continue to investigate."
"Okay."
The Jie Jiao disciple left with doubts.
Huang Zuntian sighed and turned to return to his palace.
…
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed.
Time passed quickly. Unknowingly, Han Yan had also ushered in his Ten Thousand Years Birthday.
Becoming a Sage-to-be in ten thousand years. If this cultivation speed was spread, even the Saints would be shocked.
A notification popped up in front of Han Yan, who was cultivating.
[Detected that you have reached ten thousand years old. You have taken another step forward in your life. You have the following choices.]
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