Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann, who had been in seclusion for a year, suddenly opened his eyes. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, "Strange, why are they here?"    

In front of the Palace Of Doro. . . He didn't know when, but a few young men had appeared in front of him.    

They were none other than the other seven Saints, Holy Virgin, who had entered the Ancestral Land with Yang Fann.    

However, at this moment, all of them were in a sorry state. Some of them even had traces of blood at the corner of their mouths. They looked like they had yet to recover from their injuries.    

Son Of Qingxuan and the others did not have many Key Of The Sage to guide them. From the Sea of Despair to this Great Desolate World, they had taken many detours. Furthermore, they didn't have the strength to sweep away everything like Yang Fann did.    

If it wasn't for the fact that Yang Fann had cleaned up a large number of Cold Ice Glass Dragons and Death Lightning Dragons for them, they would have been dead by now. Whether or not they can get to the Great Desolates is still a big mystery.    

Among the ten great monster, Asura Holy Son stood high above the other nine. However, his combat strength was only barely comparable to a Third Grade Perfection Semi-saint. Holy Son Of Kun Peng and Golden Qilin Seed, who were behind him, had the combat strength of a mighty half-step Saint, which was comparable to an ordinary First Grade Perfection Semi-saint.    

After that, Son Of Qingxuan, the Golden Roc Saint, and the others were even weaker. There was a big gap between them and a First Grade Perfection Semi-saint.    

As for the Sea of Despair, Doomsday Winds, Icy World, and Death Thunder Sea, none of them were easy to overcome. Especially the Death Thunder Sea, if it was at its peak, it would be a Third Grade Perfection Semi-saint. If one was not careful, they might die.    

Not to mention Golden Qilin Seed and the other three who were only First Grade Perfection. The fact that they were able to arrive in this desolate world safely was definitely the blessing of the Goddess of Luck.    

. . .    

After sizing up Son Of Qingxuan's group of seven outside the Sacred Palace, Yang Fann closed his eyes once again and continued to refine the Holy Elixir that had yet to be completely refined in his body.    

One Aphids. Currently, he did not have that much time to pay attention to them.    

In any case, it was impossible for them to open the Palace Of Doro and enter the Sacred Palace.    

One must know that the Palace Of Doro was the palace of Saint Duo Luo. It was a powerful Second Calamity Saint Weapon. Under the careful forging of Saint Duo Luo, its defensive power was as strong as some intermediate defensive Saint Weapons.    

Not to mention Son Of Qingxuan and the other three men. It was just an ordinary low level Saint Weapon. If he didn't have a lot of Secret Key to open the Sacred Palace, he wouldn't even be able to step into the Sacred Palace.    

Indeed, just as Yang Fann had thought, Son Of Qingxuan and the other three couldn't break through the Palace Of Doro and step into the Sacred Palace even if they used all of their skills.    

In the end, all of them had no choice but to search for a place near the Palace Of Doro. They opened up a small cave and temporarily stayed there.    

Seeing that the supreme treasure was right in front of them, and that they were going to leave with their tails between their legs, they were truly unwilling to accept it.    

One had to know how much suffering they had suffered and how many trump cards they had used to come here.    

If they left just like that, then all of their efforts wouldn't be in vain.    

What if after they left, the palace door suddenly opened?    

Wouldn't that be a huge loss for them?    

Although they weren't sure what level the supreme treasure that had appeared this time was, there was one thing they were certain of - it was undoubtedly a Saint Artifact. Moreover, it wasn't as simple as an ordinary Elementary Sacristy.    

For tens of millions of years, it wasn't as if they hadn't seen a saint artifact appear. However, that activity couldn't be compared to what it was now.    

It was as if the Treasure Light was going to cover the entire Ancestral Land. When they thought about it now, they were still a little shocked.    

There was a high chance that it was the Intermediate Sage.    

As long as they could obtain that supreme treasure, the four hundred and twenty foreign capitals, including those old monsters, they probably wouldn't be able to find anyone who could match them.    

. . .    

Time slowly passed.    

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.    

More than half of the ten years had passed.    

Within the Dolor Temple.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's aura once again rose steadily and crazily.    

After absorbing nearly 400 Holy Elixir, Holy Lord's mid stage finally broke through another small realm, reaching Holy Lord's mid stage.    

"He still hasn't left, he's really persistent. " Yang Fann opened his eyes, and a bright divine light shot out, as if it could pierce through the void, see through everything, and easily see through everything outside the Sacred Palace. Of Son Of Qingxuan's group of seven, not a single one of them chose to leave.    

After a few breaths of time, Yang Fann closed his eyes once again. If they were willing to wait, he would let them wait.    

In a few more years, if they still hadn't left, they would regret it.    

. . .    

Yang Fann had been in seclusion for four years.    

All the Holy Elixirs had been refined by Yang Fann. His cultivation base had also successfully reached the Late Stage of Holy Lord, and he was at the peak of the late stage. He was only a step away from stepping into the Peak Holy Lord realm.    

S, Yang Fann could only absorb and refine those top grade Yang Fanns.    

Although he had successfully swallowed the memories of Saint Duo Luo, it did not mean that Yang Fann had completely inherited the achievements of Saint Duo Luo in the alchemy path. At this moment, he was just talking on paper. His theoretical knowledge was rich enough. If he wanted to truly become a master in alchemy, Yang Fann still needed to go through countless practical experiences.    

It was just that Yang Fann did not have that much time to practice. Moreover, for those high level Heavenly Pills, he would need to refine them for one to two months at a time. As for the Holy Elixir, it was even more terrifying. Refining a cauldron would take dozens or hundreds of years. That was a common thing.    

Even if it was thousands or tens of thousands of years, it was not unheard of.    

If Yang Fann really refined the Holy Elixir himself, even the yellow flowers and vegetables would turn cold.    

It was better to just swallow the spiritual medicine honestly. Wasting it was a bit of a waste, at least the effects would be seen quickly.    

. . .    

Soon, another year passed.    

Yang Fann slowly stood up from the meditation cushion. It was not that there were no more spiritual medicines for him to cultivate. Up until now, he had only used half of the top grade spiritual medicines in the palace. As for the thousands of Holy Herbs, Yang Fann had not even touched a single one of them.    

The reason why he wasn't cultivating was because he didn't dare to cultivate anymore.    

At this moment, he had already reached the peak of Holy Lord, and he wasn't far from breaking through to the semi-sage realm.    

If he wasn't careful and broke through to the Semi-saint Stage, that would be a huge problem.    

He didn't want to stay in this foreign land for the rest of his life.    

Furthermore, with the resources of this foreign land, whether or not he could reach the Half Saint Perfection was a huge problem.    

As for attaining the Dao and becoming a Saint, that was something he couldn't even dream about.    

After devouring Sage Duo Luo's memories, Only then did Yang Fann understand how dangerous it was to attain the Dao and become a Saint. Not only did one need to reach the Half Saint Great Perfection Stage, one also needed to refine a Primordial Purple Clouds in order to attain the Dao and become a Saint.    

As for the Primordial Purple Clouds, it was the source of the Great Dao. It was extremely precious and rare. It was comparable to a Saint Weapon. It was millions of times rarer. Currently, Yang Fann only knew three ways to obtain the Primordial Purple Clouds. The first was when the great world was born. A certain number of Primordial Purple Cloudss would be born in Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. It had been born for more than 100 billion years, so how could there be any more Primordial Purple Cloudss? And to find a new Great World that had just been nurtured, it was easier said than done. The second was to kill a Saint. He would extract the Primordial Purple Clouds from the Saint's body, but how could Saint Sovereign be so easy to kill? Furthermore, there were no Saints in this foreign land. The last option was to stay in the Tiannan Realm River. In the center of the myriad worlds, there was a Origin Continent. Every 100 million years, in the Origin Continent. . . However, this path. . . Similarly, the Tiannan Realm River was filled with difficulties. Out of the hundred thousand worlds, who knew how many Perfection Semi-saint there were. It was because they lacked Primordial Purple Cloudss that they could not attain the Dao and become Saints.    

Every hundred million years, countless Perfection Semi-saint warriors would fall in the Origin Continent. It was hard to count how many of them died.    

"It's time to refine those Doxorubicins and Demon God's Sacrificial Altars. " A bright light flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. With a flash, he appeared in the Divine Weapon Palace. After pondering for a moment, he decided to refine the Demon God's Sacrificial Altar as well. No matter what, the Demon God's Sacrificial Altar was a fifth tribulation saint weapon. It might be useful at any time.    

In any case, he knew the specific method to refine the Demon God's Sacrificial Altar. With his current cultivation and strength, even if he added this Demon God's Sacrificial Altar, it wouldn't take too much time.    

. . .    

In front of the Palace Of Doro.    

Golden Qilin Seed and the others looked at the entrance of the Sacred Palace, which was still tightly shut. There was a trace of anxiety in their eyes. It had been nine and a half years since they entered the Ancestral Land. In another half a year, the elders would once again open the Ancestral Land and lead them out of the Ancestral Land.    

They didn't want to leave, but this was not up to them. The rules of the Ancestral Land were not something they could resist.    

Vaguely, There were traces of regret in their eyes. They regretted that they shouldn't have come here. Now, they did not even get a single hair of the supreme treasure. Not only did they lose a lot of trump cards, they had also wasted so many years.    

There were no Sea Of Spiritual Energys in the Great Desolate World for them to refine.    

Even the Spirit of Heaven and Earth was inferior to the other places in the Ancestral Land.    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" . . .    

The tightly shut doors of the Sacred Palace opened all of a sudden.    

Streaks of dazzling divine light. . . Boundless light shot out, engulfing the entire world of the vast wilderness.    

"Ah! It's opening! It's finally opening. "    

"It's alright! It's fortunate that I managed to hold on until the end. "    

. . .    

Golden Qilin Seed and the others cried out in alarm. Their voices were filled with a hint of relief. They were glad that they did not leave early. Otherwise, they would have really missed the chance to exchange the precious treasure.    

"Hahaha! Hahaha! The holy weapon is mine now. Everyone, I will leave first. "    

. . .