After thinking for several days, Han Yan finally came to a decision.
"From today onwards, aside from the Secret Order disciples, all Connate lifeforms will be in-name disciples. In the future, you may take on a master of your own accord and become a Secret Order disciple. The Nether Tribe will be known as the Secret Order's Nether Tribe, You Luo, which refers to the Daluo of the Nether Tribe. I hope you will live up to my expectations. Every tribe member will have the same status as a Secret Order disciple and the Tribe Leader, Han You, will have the same status as a second-generation disciple."
Han Yan's voice echoed throughout the entire training hall, causing the living beings who heard him to be extremely excited.
They could enter the Secret Order!
The second-generation disciples of the Secret Order were Xun Chang-an, Tu Ling-er, Long Hao, and the others. The first-generation disciples were not considered disciples and only Han Yan was a first-generation disciple.
In an instant, the entire Secret Order became lively once again and the vague identities became clear.
Not only were the Connate lifeforms excited and filled with anticipation, but the Nether Tribe was also very happy. In the past, they had always felt inferior in front of the Secret Order disciples mainly because Han Yan had not given them any status.
Now, Han Yan You You was equivalent to Han Yan's disciple. In the future, the entire Nether Tribe would be considered a Secret Order disciple as well.
Han Yan could hear the cheers outside and could not help but feel happy.
It seems that he had neglected many things. Sometimes, a single decision from him could change many people's lives.
Han Yan suddenly thought of Han Sun-cheon.
Perhaps Han Sun-cheon could help him manage the Secret Order's internal affairs. Although Murong Qi was also in charge, it was only in general terms. He could not meet every disciple and talk to them in detail.
"Those disciples whose talents have reached a bottleneck can help manage the internal affairs in the future." Han Yan's thoughts became clearer.
As the Secret Order grew larger and more disciples appeared, the number of conflicts and troubles that could arise would increase as well. Someone must keep an eye on them.
However, when the disciples take in new disciples one after another, there should not be a need to assign many disciples to manage the miscellaneous affairs.
After thinking about it, Han Yan closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.
Dao Verification!
This was what Han Yan truly cared about!
…
Three hundred years later.
Zhou Fan had finally returned but he was not alone.
Behind Zhou Fan, there were hundreds of thousands of people from the Human Race.
Zhou Fan came to the front of the array formation of the Hundred Mountains Immortal River and released a powerful aura, forcing the nearby Xiantian living beings to stay away.
"Master, I'm back!"
Zhou Fan shouted.
Han Yan could not help but frown when he noticed the presence of the human race.
He couldn't directly take in the human race. If it was only a small number of people, it would be fine. However, there were so many people, almost all of the human race. If he took them in, the karma would be too great.
And wherever there are people, there will be fights!
Once he accepted it, there would be endless trouble in the future.
Han Yan's voice was transmitted to Zhou Fan, "Why did you bring so many people?"
Zhou Fan replied, "Don't worry, Master. I won't bring them into the Yin Sect. I've already taught them for hundreds of years. I plan to let them settle down nearby and leave when they're strong."
Upon hearing this, Han Yan's brows relaxed.
It seemed that Zhou Fan was not a saint.
Thinking about it carefully, this guy was not a saint, but a main character with deep hatred!
Han Yan moved Zhou Fan in.
Zhou Fan quickly came to visit Han Yan. After entering the Daoist temple, he recounted his experiences over the years.
The human race could be said to be full of hardships. They were not as strong as Xiantian living beings and ferocious beasts. They were considered the weakest race in the Celestial World. Zhou Fan had been injured many times in order to protect them.
Zhou Fan said, "I thought the ancient race would be powerful, but in the end, they're just a pile of loose sand. All kinds of kings have appeared, just like the demon race in the past."
Han Yan said, "Who cares about them? Cultivate well. When the human race is strong, let them go. I can allow you to take in a few human disciples, but you can't take in the entire human race."
"Maybe they're very united and pure now, but when their cultivation and population are strong, the human race you're familiar with will come. You should know what kind of situation it will be."
Zhou Fan nodded. Along the way, he had suffered the most from the human race.
The master and disciple chatted for a while before Zhou Fan took his leave.
That day, the human race settled down near the Hundred Mountains Immortal River. After being warned by Zhou Fan, the Xiantian living beings did not dare to cause trouble for the human race.
The appearance of the human race did not affect the Hidden Sect.
After listening to Zhou Fan's story, the Hidden Sect disciples knew that they were not the only ones. All the cultivators in the Celestial World were cultivating wholeheartedly. Zhou Fan had encountered many cave dwellings of major powers in the process of escorting the human race. The tyrannical aura they emitted made even his heart palpitate.
After the Cataclysm ended, ninety percent of the living beings died. However, the remaining ten percent were not ordinary people. Most of them became Immeasurable Emperors. Coupled with the fact that there was no pressure from competition, they cultivated diligently on their own.
The Hidden Sect disciples did not want to be surpassed by others.
Time continued to pass.
Year after year passed.
A thousand years later.
Han Yan opened his eyes and got up to stretch his body.
He scanned the outside with his divine will and found that the human race's population had exceeded ten million.
In just a thousand years, the human race's population had grown at an alarming rate.
Not only that, they had even built a city.
Han Yan furrowed his brows.
They don't intend to leave!
This city had not been built at random. It was obvious that a lot of thought had been put into it. Not only that, the human race had already established order and there were various businesses and shops in the city.
It seemed that someone in the human race had memories of the previous Cataclysm. Otherwise, if they were all new humans, how could they have built a real city so quickly in the dangerous and primitive early stage of the Heavenly Dao Realm?
Han Yan quickly relaxed his brows.
Who cares about them? As long as Han Yan did not activate the dojo's array, the human race would not be able to enter.
Rumble —
The ground suddenly shook violently. A peerlessly terrifying aura exploded from afar, wreaking havoc throughout the world.
This aura was even more powerful than the Ancient Turbid Yin from before!
Han Yan pinched his fingers and calculated that this aura was on the other side of the Celestial World, extremely far away from the Hundred Mountains Immortal River.
It was true that each generation produced a new talent.
This person was clearly trying to intimidate all living beings by releasing his aura like this.
Han Yan did not mind. Although this aura was powerful, he did not think much of it.
Another tyrannical aura exploded from the other side as if it was competing with the one from before.
The Hidden Sect disciples gathered together and began to discuss, curious about who these two people were.
Seven years later.
The Hundred Mountains Immortal River welcomed visitors.
Li Daokong and Li Xuanao.
Han Yan spent four billion years of his lifespan to ensure that there was no danger before moving them into the Daoist temple.
Li Daokong cupped his fists and smiled, "Long time no see. You seem to have become stronger."
Li Xuanao sized up Han Yan. For some reason, he felt that Han Yan looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. Not in the Heaven, but in …
He could not put his finger on it.
Han Yan smiled and asked, "Why are the two of you here? Are you inviting me to join the New Sect again? "
Li Xuanao snorted coldly.
Li Daokong said, "Do you dare to go against the Saints?"
"No."
"You! Then why did you ask us to join the Hidden Sect? "
Li Xuanao was the one who answered. He was flustered and exasperated.
Han Yan did not have a good impression of him and said, "Did you offend the Saints?"
Li Daokong said calmly, "That's right. We fell out with Master and were expelled from the Ren School."
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