No one in Crazed Manor was afraid of death! Those who were called out by Ye Qinghan all knew that this battle was suicide. No one could guarantee that they would win!
Apart from Crazed Manor, Dark Dance, Immortal Emperor Qing Zun, District Master, Jingfan Mountain Lord, Ye Mengxi, and Yan Tribe's Ye Chenxing and Huo Lingtian, there were a total of twenty-seven people. Ye Qinghan had borrowed people, including Li Peize and Su Zhan!
The two were still in seclusion, and their imperial aura was much stronger than Immortal Emperor Qing Zun's. After all, while others cultivated for ten thousand years, they cultivated for a million years. Their resources, cultivation techniques, and insights were all fully supported by the Ancient Celestial Emperor! Both of them had the highest chance of winning against Class One Hall.
Ye Qinghan waved his hand, opening the Overgod Space. "Take your resources. Here, you can cultivate at ease. I've placed all your cultivation techniques and secret arts inside. Take what you need. This battle is the most crucial. As long as we win, Class One Hall will have to retreat, and we'll have enough time."
Everyone in Crazed Manor was excited to have an extra thirty thousand years. If three hundred years wasn't enough, how could thirty thousand years be enough?
Three hundred years later, only one percent of them would survive. Thirty thousand years later, fifty percent of them would survive.
All of the experts from Crazed Mansion entered the God-Lord Space, where they chose their techniques and places to cultivate. The space here was like a planet with life, but the magical laws here were the same as those of the ancient world of immortals.
Ye Qinghan also entered the Overgod Space. He was prepared to cultivate wholeheartedly for thirty thousand years, to consolidate his cultivation techniques and create his own dao.
Imperial pills weren't of much use to him, let alone diluted ones.
Ye Qinghan sat cross-legged on the ground, consolidating all his secret arts, including human dao arts, minor arts, and mystiques.
Yan Tribe's Three Thousand Mystiques, Imperial Immortal Finger, Fiery Solar Grand Mystique...
Ye Qinghan did not let go of any of the supernatural powers and secret arts. He absorbed their Dharma and Principles, mobilized the Dharma and Principles of the Demon Core of the Giant of Starry Sky, and reintegrated them.
This was a long process. A single divine ability would take a few days to organize, and one would also need to absorb the laws and order. After all the secret techniques were organized, it would take about 10,000 years. If one wanted to create a cultivation technique, it would take 20,000 years. It was very dangerous!
Ye Qinghan was completely immersed in his comprehension.
The others were also bitterly cultivating. If they didn't go all out now, they would be killed in the future.
In the outside world, Saint of Chess mobilized the army outside Heaven Conquest Camp to defend Crying Ghost Ridge to the death. He was worried that the people from Class One Hall would suddenly come over to attack them.
The Undying Immortal World fell into a deathly silence. There was no war, but this was even more terrifying than a war. Once the war broke out, it would be enough to destroy the heavens and earth. It might even be worse than the ancient Immortal World.
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Void, Class One Hall.
There were more than thirty young people standing outside the hall. They were Class One Hall's foundation and foundation. Once the older generation was gone, Class One Hall would have to nurture them again, and the amount of time and resources that Class One Hall would need was something that Class One Hall could not bear within a short period of time.
"Three hundred years later, only success is allowed. Failure is not allowed! I want Kuang Manor to go back as well. No one is allowed to live! "the hall master looked down at everyone and said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
The thirty or so Class One Hall disciples bowed and said.
"What are you carrying on your backs?" the hall master asked seriously.
"The inheritance and revival of the ancient gods and ancient immortals!"
The Class One Hall disciples said in unison.
"For the revival and inheritance, what can you do?"
"Until death do us part!"
The thirty or so experts were in unison, and their auras were like rainbows. They had been instilled with the idea that they would not regret even if they died. This was as terrifying as Kuang Manor's idea. However, Kuang Manor was willing to do it, while they had been instilled with the idea that changed their minds.
"Go into seclusion for another three hundred years!" the hall master said coldly.
"Yes!"
The thirty or so Class One Hall disciples were in unison. Their equipment was similar, and they all wore special masks. No one knew what they looked like, but one could tell that they were all very young. They had been selected from the countless ancient gods and ancient immortals with the best talent.
It was not easy for more than thirty to survive. After all, only thirty or so people survived out of millions of people. Which one of them was not a monster?
The young disciples retreated, and only the patrolman stood at the side.
"Is there any news?" the hall master asked calmly.
The patrolman shook his head and said, "Nothing major happened. Kuang Manor seems to have taken out all their trump cards, but the Yan Clan's trump card did not appear. I suspect that they have no trump cards left."
"How can that be? From what I know, there is still one trump card that has not appeared. You are underestimating the Yan Clan too much. "The hall master slowly stepped into the hall, his imperial robes fluttering.
The patrolman did not understand the ancient times. Although he was the Taigu Emperor, he was not an ancient person. At this moment, he could only remain silent.
"How are the Space Master God and the other four emperors?" the hall master asked.
"They are still in the ancient immortal world. Their injuries are too heavy, and they will not be able to appear in the short term." The patrolman bowed and replied.
The hall master thought for a moment, then said softly, "Go and take their master god weapons and the Taigu Emperor's Weapon."
The patrolman was stunned, and he was somewhat shocked. The hall master wanted Class One Hall's disciples to use the Taigu Emperor's Weapon and master god weapons to fight against Kuang Manor! However, he did not refuse. Just in case, face was not important.
"Okay!" The patrolman replied, then bowed and retreated.
The hall master stood alone in Class One Hall, looking at the Mountain and River Diagram. He took a deep breath, then turned and left Class One Hall, heading into the depths of space.
No one knew where he went.
…
Time flew by, and dozens of years passed in the blink of an eye. A few thousand years had passed in the God Space, and no one had come out yet.
Outside the God Space, there was still a large group of experts cultivating bitterly.
Although the experts of Jingfan Mountain had been eliminated, they still had combat power and connections. They were contacting the people of the Golden Immortal Club. No matter how weak a Golden Immortal's cultivation was, they were still big shots. In the end, there were still many people who were very strong.
The more combat power they had, the more chances they had!
Most of the people in the ancient god and ancient immortal camp did not have any status. However, it was different in Kuang Manor. They were all equal. Even if they died in battle, it would be at the final juncture. Even if they died, they would have glory. What could they do in the ancient god and ancient immortal camp? They were just cannon fodder!
If Kuang Manor dared to charge, they would only be able to say that they deserved to die!
In this chaotic world, who could guarantee that they would not die?
Zhang Fan and the others traveled everywhere, specifically acting as lobbyists. They hoped that the club members would join Kuang Manor and pressure Class One Hall so that they would stop fighting.
Ye Qinghan wanted to stop fighting, and all the experts in the Immortal World knew about it. However, Class One Hall might not give them a chance!
Ye Qinghan stood on the moral high ground. If everyone wanted to stop fighting, they would obviously help Kuang Manor.
In the past, the members of the club were not ancient gods or ancient immortals. At least, they were not pure ancient gods or ancient immortals. Their bloodlines were thin, and their status was low. Most of them joined Kuang Manor, but some escaped into the depths of the sea, hoping to find a paradise.
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