"It seems that your master does have hidden ambitions. He's also very capable to deal with the Saints." Hao Tian sighed.
He had always paid special attention to Han Yan. In the last calamity, almost all the factions had people related to Han Yan.
The most important thing was that Han Yan could protect these people. Even the sinful Su Qi was saved by the Saints.
Perhaps joining Han Yan was really a bright path.
However, Hao Tian didn't know which Saint Han Yan was on.
Long Hao smiled. "If you join the Hidden Sect, you might not be able to show off, but at least you can cultivate in peace. You can also recover your cultivation in peace. Isn't it a good thing to fight when you reach the peak?"
Hao Tian pondered for a moment and nodded slowly.
…
The Celestial World became more and more lively. The number of fierce beasts increased, and so did the Connate lifeforms.
The biggest difference between Connate lifeforms and fierce beasts was that the former had intelligence.
Most Connate lifeforms couldn't transform. Those who couldn't move were often ravaged by fierce beasts. Those who could run found that they could become stronger by devouring fierce beasts.
Just like that, the conflict between Connate lifeforms and fierce beasts began to brew.
Time flew.
Another thousand years passed.
Han Yan's cultivation improved greatly. Although the speed of improvement wasn't as fast as before, it was good to be able to feel it.
One had to feel the results to have the motivation to continue moving forward.
In these thousand years, the Hidden Sect disciples also improved.
Vajra Nu and Heiyu Devil entered the Immortal State one after another and received Han Yan's teachings of the Ultimate Source Great Dao.
Han Yan was very satisfied that more and more people cultivated the Ultimate Source Great Dao.
Just the Supremacy Dao and others cultivated the Ultimate Source Great Dao. Han Yan could feel that the Ultimate Source Great Dao was becoming stronger.
Although he also needed to comprehend the Ultimate Source Great Dao, he was the one who created it. He could clearly feel that the Ultimate Source Great Dao was becoming stronger.
On this day.
Zhou Fan found Han Yan.
"I won't allow it," Han Yan said expressionlessly.
Zhou Fan wanted to go out!
How could that be!
Zhou Fan frowned and said, "If we don't take action, the three regions under the Secret Order will definitely be invaded."
Han Yan said, "So be it. Cultivate until you become a Quasi-Sage first. Before that, don't even think about leaving."
Zhou Fan was Shichido Sei's Dharma Form. He would not die if he went out, but he would definitely cause trouble.
Han Yan wanted to keep Zhou Fan here and let Zhou Fan cultivate the Dao of Extremity. Over time, Shichido Sei would not be able to control Zhou Fan.
If Zhou Fan was strong enough, Shichido Sei would not dare to target Han Yan. If Han Yan died, all the cultivators of the Ultimate Source Great Path would suffer, including Zhou Fan.
"Sage-to-be? How long will that take? "
Zhou Fan's expression changed drastically. Although he already had the Chaotic Physique, if he wanted to cultivate to the Quasi-Sage Realm …
He stared at Han Yan and asked, "You're already a Quasi-Saint?"
"Hmm?"
"I asked you."
"How do you address me as your teacher? Looks like you've been a little arrogant recently. Let's go and enter the simulation trial! "
Han Yan did not care if Zhou Fan agreed or not and forcefully pulled him into the simulation trial.
Several days later.
Zhou Fan walked out of the temple with a dazed expression. His hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly.
Heiyu Ji appeared around him. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but it asked with a smile, "Brat, what happened to you?"
Zhou Fan did not answer. Like a zombie, he walked numbly to his residence.
Soon, the news spread.
The other disciples who wanted to go out did not dare to look for Han Yan.
They guessed that there would be a huge change in the world, so Han Yan did not let them go out.
For a time, the Secret Order was once again filled with a tense atmosphere of bitter cultivation.
Ten years later.
Han Yan finished cursing Sage Fengji and walked out of the temple. He began to wander around the Hundred Mountains Immortal River.
The strange divine spirit followed behind him. To this day, apart from Han Yan, no one else had been able to see the strange divine spirit.
Most of the Secret Order disciples were cultivating. There was only one person who was not, and that was Han Sun-cheon.
Han Xuetian summoned all of the shapeshifted connate lifeforms and gathered them in a valley.
Han Yan went to the top of a mountain and watched quietly.
"Hmm?"
Han Yan's expression was strange.
Was this guy...
Training?
Han Sun-cheon stood at the front, and the Xiantian lifeforms imitated him.
Interesting.
Han Yan watched for a while and then left. He did not expect much from Han Sun-cheon.
Han Yan then went to the territory of the Fiends. All the Fiends were cultivating, and the territory was peaceful.
He was very satisfied with the Fiends' attitude.
At this moment, Han Yan suddenly sensed a familiar aura.
Long Hao!
Why was this kid here?
Han Yan had almost forgotten about Long Hao.
Long Hao had stopped outside the Hundred Mountains Immortal River and was hiding in a place to cultivate.
Han Yan checked the nearby strong enemies. The strongest person outside the Hundred Mountains Immortal River was Long Hao, who was at the Profound Divine Origin Stage.
Han Yan thought for a moment, then activated all his Dharma treasures. The Yin Yang Shield shone with divine light and enveloped him.
In the depths of the cave, Long Hao suddenly felt a strong light. He opened his eyes and saw Han Yan's figure. He could not see his face.
Long Hao was so frightened that he immediately stood up and prepared for battle.
Then, his expression changed. "Master?" he asked cautiously.
Han Yan said, "Am I still your master?"
Long Hao hurriedly knelt and said in fear, "Master for a day, master forever!"
"You even dared to go against your father. I don't dare to take you in. I'm afraid that you will kill your master one day."
Han Yan's tone was full of sarcasm.
Long Hao said awkwardly, "I just want to fight for power. I have no intention of killing my father. Heaven has reached a bottleneck under my father's leadership. He blindly follows the will of the Daozu and wants to maintain the peace of the Three Realms. He bullies the weak and fears the strong. How can Heaven develop? Even the True Dragon Clan looks down on him. "
"In the past, Heaven, the Divine Palace, the Buddhist Sect, and the Goblin Court put on a show to maintain the balance. But he is the Celestial Ruler. How can a Celestial Ruler be on the same level as others? I don't think he is worthy of being the Celestial Ruler! He has already lost the dominance of the Celestial Ruler! "
Long Hao became more and more agitated as he spoke. In the end, his eyes were red.
Obviously, he had been holding these words in for a long time.
Han Yan interrupted, "I don't want to care about this. I just want to know why you came back."
Long Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I want to return to the Yin Sect."
"Hide for a while and then go out to cause trouble? What do you think the Yin Sect is? "
"I won't … In the future, I won't go out without your orders!"
"Go to the Hundred Mountains Celestial River and kowtow. As you kowtow, you will say that you were wrong and that you have lived for a thousand years."
"Huh?"
Long Hao was shocked.
Han Yan ignored him and disappeared into thin air.
Long Hao's expression changed.
Hao Tian appeared and said emotionally, "Quasi-Saint. Your master is at least a Quasi-Saint. No wonder. It seems that your information is wrong. Your master can't be only ten thousand years old!"
Long Hao said painfully, "I have knelt for a thousand years and still have to admit that I was wrong. What dignity do I have left?"
Hao Tian said angrily, "Didn't you want to come back? You have to pay the price. If I were your master, it wouldn't be so simple."
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