Han Yan did not sympathize with Han Tuo's situation, nor did he care about it. As long as this kid did not die, everything was fine.
How could there be no dangers and tribulations in one's life?
Han Yan calculated that there was no Saint plotting against Han Tuo behind his back.
However, Han Tuo would not be able to get out of this predicament in a short period of time.
Han Yan's gaze landed on the youth from the Han family who was crying. Han Yan did not care about him at first. The reason why he went to check on Han Tuo's situation was mainly because this kid looked too much like Han Yan.
That's right, they looked alike!
This youth looked to be 16 or 17 years old and was extremely handsome. Han Yan had also used a spell to look at his own face, so he knew what he looked like.
This kid was practically made from the same mold as Han Yan, and he looked more like Han Yan than Han Tuo.
Of course, compared to Han Yan, he was still a little lacking.
Because of the similarity in appearance, Han Yan found this kid pleasing to the eye.
What was this called?
Marriage across generations?
How many generations had passed?
...
In the wilderness, thunderclouds covered the sky.
Han Yu knelt in front of his parents' corpses. He had cried until his voice was hoarse.
The reason why he cried was not because he was afraid, but because he was angry. He was angry that his ancestors did not care, angry that he was too weak, angry that the heavens were unfair.
When his emotions dissipated, Han Yu fell silent as he looked at the corpses all over the ground.
A red light rose from the horizon like a firework. That was the signal of the enemy's spell. He had been discovered.
An incense stick's worth of time ago, when he arrived here, it was already like this. The enemy had already left, but now they had returned to kill him.
They wanted to exterminate the Han family!
Han Yu's heart was filled with anger, and his eyes became resolute.
"If this is the fate of the Han family, then I will die with the Han family!"
Han Yu muttered to himself, and slowly closed his eyes.
Whoosh —
There was a piercing sound, and Han Yu's chest was pierced by a sharp sword. Blood splattered on the corpse beside him.
Cultivators flew over on their swords, and their auras were like rainbows as they quickly surrounded Han Yu.
The leader of the group, a blue-robed man, looked down at Han Yu and said, "You should be the Han family's Qilin son, Han Yu. You are indeed a talent. Unfortunately, if you were not a member of the Han family, I would still have taken you as my son-in-law. Today, you must die, and the feud between our families will end."
Clang!
The blue-robed man pulled out a soft sword from his sleeve. The blade of the sword quickly ignited with raging flames, illuminating the dusky world that was as dark as night.
Han Yu gripped the blade of the sword with his bare hand and pulled it out with gritted teeth.
Rumble —
The black clouds rolled more and more violently, and the sound of thunder was deafening.
"He still wants to resist?"
"Tsk tsk, the Han Clan has always claimed that they have immortal gods as their ancestors, but they are still inferior to my Wang Clan's ancestor. At the very least, my Wang Clan's ancestor appeared and taught his disciples the Dao."
"The Han Clan has only themselves to blame for the current situation. Back then, when the Han Clan was at its peak, they also tried to exterminate us."
"Kill him quickly!"
"What are you afraid of? Don't tell me that someone will come and save him now?"
The cultivators discussed animatedly. Some urged, some cursed, and some mocked.
The blue-robed man swung his sword downwards, and the blade transformed into a flaming bird with a wingspan of several tens of feet as it swooped down towards Han Yu. It was as if he wanted to incinerate all the corpses in this area.
Han Yu calmly looked at the Fire Birds that filled the sky. He had already accepted the fate of the Han Clan's extermination.
Under his gaze, the dozens of Fire Birds suddenly dissipated. The thunderclouds in the sky parted, and rays of sunlight shone down on Han Yu's body.
At that moment, Han Yu felt as if a lifetime had passed.
"Hmph, who said that the Han Clan's ancestor is inferior to your Wang Clan?"
A cold snort resounded. The Wang Clan cultivators trembled as if they were struck by lightning, and their eyes lost their luster.
Han Yu's pupils slowly dilated. Under his gaze, the Wang Clan cultivators turned into ashes.
Han Yan had attacked.
Destroying these mortals was just a thought from him.
However, he still showed mercy, allowing the souls of these Wang Clan cultivators to enter the cycle of reincarnation, so that their souls wouldn't dissipate.
Han Yan had already attained his Dao, so he had to be wary of existences that were stronger than him.
Han Yan wouldn't feel guilty about destroying a few mortals.
Han Yu regained his senses and asked excitedly, "Are you Ancestor Han Tuo?"
The ancestor had appeared!
Han Yan's voice followed, "Han Tuo? I'm several tens of thousands of years older than him. "
He didn't directly state his identity. If Han Tuo knew, he would think that he was the ancestor.
In Han Tuo's mind, Han Yan should have parents, and there must be other members of the Han Clan above him.
Han Yu was stunned.
In the family tree, Han Tuo was the father of the founder of the Wang Clan, so he was the ancestor with the highest seniority.
Unexpectedly …
Many years later, when Han Yu mentioned this experience to his descendants, he still felt emotional.
That day, he asked his ancestor for help. His ancestor didn't respond, but his ancestor's ancestor reached out to him.
…
Inside the Daoist temple.
Han Yan ignored Han Yu's questions. It was already good enough that he saved Han Yu, so he wouldn't do anything else for Han Yu.
Unless Han Yu displayed a backbone that satisfied Han Yan. Han Yan's good impression of Han Yu stopped at his appearance.
Han Yan continued to cultivate.
A day in the Immortal Realm was a year in the mortal realm. This wasn't a difference in time, but rather a difference in life experience.
For cultivators, a year wasn't much, but for mortals, a year was enough to change their lives.
In the blink of an eye.
A thousand years passed.
Han Yan finished cultivating and his cultivation level improved again. Although it wasn't obvious, he was able to make continuous breakthroughs over time.
He first observed Han Tuo. This kid had already rushed out of the Nine Hells Purgatory and returned to the Immortal Realm. His cultivation level had skyrocketed, and he was very close to the Immortal State.
He then looked at Han Yu and found that Han Yu was still alive. He was now a Mahayana cultivator.
Although Han Yu was still alive, the Han Clan was gone.
Han Yu didn't rebuild the clan. Instead, he cultivated diligently. He didn't even have a Dao partner, let alone an heir.
This kid was quite self-aware.
Han Yan just watched. Since neither of them was in danger, he couldn't be bothered to intervene.
Han Yan began to check his emails.
Soon, an email caught his attention.
[Your good friend Qiu Xilai was attacked by a mysterious mighty figure and was severely injured.]
Why was Qiu Xilai so severely injured?
He looked up and saw that Qiu Xilai was still in his training hall.
All these years, Han Yan didn't feel any fluctuations of battle. What happened?
Who attacked Qiu Xilai?
Han Yan had to use the evolution function.
[Ten billion years of lifespan will be deducted. Continue?]
Continue!
Then, a figure appeared in Han Yan's mind.
[Sacred Lord Xuandu: Perfected Heavenly Dao Sage, Eldest Disciple of the Ren School, Immeasurable Emperor, Ancestor of the Human Race.]
Sacred Lord Xuandu!
Could it be the Great Daoist Master Xuandu in the Investiture of the Gods?
Han Yan had already sensed a powerful aura in Li Muyi's training hall. It wasn't weaker than Heavenly Lord Lawless, but it wasn't much stronger either.
Why did Sacred Lord Xuandu attack Qiu Xilai?
Han Yan didn't continue to use the evolution function. Instead, he spoke to Qiu Xilai in a dream.
The reason why he used it just now was to understand the other party's cultivation level.
In the dream.
Qiu Xilai opened his eyes and saw Han Yan. He quickly got up and bowed.
Han Yan asked, "Why did Sacred Lord Xuandu attack you?"
Qiu Xilai was stunned. He sighed and said, "You're really resourceful. You even know about this. It's not an attack. It's just a spar. He used a special Mystical Power to spar with me and didn't alert the Heavenly Dao."
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