Invincible Bloodline

After paying a huge price, the Saint Alliance finally asked the Heavenly Silkworm Saint Clan to use the resources of the Saint Clan. The only remaining Silkworm of Time in the foreign land had gone back in time and recreated everything that had happened in the Ancestral Land.    

Under the mighty power of time, there was nowhere to hide.    

Everything that Yang Fann had done in the Ancestral Land slowly emerged in the main hall.    

However, there was still a period of time that was blank, which was the years after Yang Fann entered the Palace Of Doro.    

The Saint Weapon was a Saint Weapon, and it contained a Dao. Or perhaps, there were many Holy Sovereign Law. The level of its power wasn't any lower than Saint Sovereign's. Although the power of time was incomparably profound, the Silkworm of Time was just a tiny Holy Lord after all. It could only control a little bit of the power of time. It was still far from being able to ignore the barrier of the Saint Weapon, unless it could attain the Dao and become a Saint.    

"Yang Fann! You are an unpardonable beast. My Saint Alliance will not rest until you die. " When it reached the time when Asura Holy Son was mercilessly devoured by Yang Fann, the leader of the Saint Alliance, who had been maintaining his composure, could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. Blood spurted out from his eyes, and his guts were shattered. He let out a heart-wrenching cry, as if he had lost his parents.    

This year's leader of the Saint Alliance was the Great Elemental Old Man of the Asura Saint Clan, Asura Zhen. Asura Holy Son was the hope of the Asura Saint Clan, second only to their ancestor, the Blood River, A Peerless Monster. He was the key to the return of the Asura Saint Clan to its former glory, but he was still harmed by Yang Fann just like that.    

This grudge, this hatred. . . This was an irreconcilable hatred! Even if he used up all the water in the world, it would still be hard for him to wash up.    

Death! Yang Fann, that Little Brute, must die.    

"Pass on my holy order, please come out from your seclusion. "    

. . .    

Yang Fann wasn't aware that his matter had been exposed.    

It was truly a man's plan that couldn't be calculated by the heavens. No matter what, Yang Fann wouldn't have thought that there would be a precious treasure like the Time Silkworm in the Saint Alliance.    

At this moment, he had arrived at the headquarters of the Saint Clan's Divine Crane Tribe in the Saint Alliance - Heavenly Crane Ridge.    

Without any hesitation, Yang Fann took out the Heaven Devouring Gourd and began to devour the entire Heavenly Crane Ridge.    

The God Crane tribe. . . Their strength was far above the Hellfire Sparrow Clan and the Heavenly Azure Divine Bull Clan. In the thirty-first Saint Clan, they were ranked around sixteen or seventeen. His strength was on par with the Azure Dragon Saint Clan.    

In the entire Heavenly Crane Ridge. . . There were a total of 21 Demi-Saint Ancestor in charge, and three of them were Peak Semi-saint warriors. Of the two Perfection Semi-saint warriors, the strongest one was a Fourth Grade Perfection Semi-saint warrior.    

Unfortunately, to Yang Fann, no matter if it was a Fourth Grade Perfection Semi-saint or an ordinary Half Saint, they were just ants. They didn't even have the time to send out a distress signal before the entire Heavenly Crane Ridge was wiped out by Yang Fann.    

Very quickly, Yang Fann rushed to the next Saint Clan headquarters without stopping.    

. . .    

Crocodile Dragon Pool - the resting place of the ancient Crocodile Dragon Clan in the Myriad Saint Continent.    

The ancient Alligator Dragon Clan was one of the top clans in the ancient era. The Ancient Crocodile Saint was a Seventh Order intermediate Saint. Amongst the 36 non-humans, he was ranked in the top five. He was extremely ferocious and had dominated the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent for tens of billions of years. Unfortunately, during the Ten Thousand Ancient Races' war, the Ancient Crocodile Dragon Clan had suffered a great loss. Just a little bit more, and they were just like the five saint clans. They were completely removed from the foreign side.    

One had to know that before the Ten Thousand Ancient Races' war, the Ancient Crocodile Dragon Clan had over a hundred Demi-Saint Ancestor, but in the end, only five of them survived. The losses could be imagined.    

Even after billions of years of recuperation, the Ancient Crocodile Dragon Race still hadn't recovered much of their resentment. In the Saint Clan, no one would dare to claim the first place. Of course, it was the worst.    

In the entire Crocodile Dragon Pool, there were only four Half Saints guarding it. Compared to the Flying Mantis Clan, there was one less Half Saint.    

It had to be said that the Ancient Crocodile Dragon Clan had truly declined.    

If it wasn't for the Saint Clan, they would have to possess Holy Sovereign's bloodline. Otherwise, the Ancient Crocodile Dragon Clan would have already been replaced by the other royal families.    

Without any suspense, the tens of thousands of pure-blooded Croc Dragons in the Crocodile Dragon Pool were easily devoured and suppressed by the Heaven Devouring Gourd.    

. . .    

Half an hour later.    

One of the thirty-one Saint Clan's Nine Heavenly Demonic Hawks, a hundred thousand pure-blooded demonic hawks, and their nest, the Demon Condor Palace, were all killed by Yang Fann in one go.    

. . .    

Not long after, one of the thirty-one Saint Clan's Phoenix Feather, the Saint Clan, followed in the footsteps of the Nine Heavenly Devil Eagle Clan.    

At the resting place, the Phoenix Feather Mountain was uprooted. Not a single one of the one million pure-blooded Phoenix Feather clansmen was left alive. All of them had become Yang Fann's prisoners.    

. . .    

Soon, another hour passed.    

Yang Fann appeared in the lair of one of the 31 Saint Clan's Six-Winged Golden Hawks - the Golden Hawk Ridge.    

Right at this moment. . . .    

Astral Peak.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Hundreds of figures that looked like Devil God appeared around Astral Peak. Each and every one of them had a terrifying and invincible aura that completely sealed off the entire Astral Peak, making it so that not even a drop of water could leak out.    

None of them were below the Peak Semi-saint. There were more than a hundred Perfection Semi-saint, thirty of them were at least Fourth Grade Perfection Semi-saint and above, and there were even a few of them. Their Qi was so terrifying that they could rival a Seventh Grade Perfection Semi-saint. In order to take down Yang Fann in one fell swoop, the Saint Alliance had used all of their resources.    

Even those old monsters who were in death seclusion were invited out.    

Even a lion would use all of its strength to fight a rabbit, let alone a monster like Yang Fann, the monster. No matter how much they paid attention to it, it wouldn't be an exaggeration.    

There was only one chance. If he managed to escape, it would be difficult to take him down again.    

From the time projection, it could be seen that an ordinary Half Saint was like a chicken in the hands of that monster, the monster. He had no ability to resist at all.    

One on one. In the entire Saint Alliance, apart from the three Alliance Masters and those few old monsters, there was probably no one else who could be a match for it.    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

Eighteen streams of light shot up into the sky from Stellar Peak. The person in the lead was dressed in a golden robe, and he had an imposing appearance. He was the Lord of the Sun, and behind him was the group of Demi-Saint Ancestor from the Sun, Moon, and Star families.    

Although Yang Fann was in secluded cultivation, the Lord of Sun and the other two didn't leave Astral Peak immediately.    

Soon, the Lord of Sun brought Demi-Saint Ancestor of the three families to the front of Asura Zhen. He asked in confusion, "Alliance Chief, what happened?" There was a faint sense of unease in his heart. The surrounding situation was just too terrifying. Even those old monsters that hadn't shown themselves for billions of years had been invited out.    

Xiu Luozhen's face was gloomy. He did not directly answer the Sunlight Master's question. Instead, he casually pointed his finger, and a scene of the Time Silkworm reversing appeared in front of the Sunlight Master.    

"Alliance Master, you. . . You mean to say that I. . . My. . . My Wuji's child was disguised by that human Yang Fann? This. . . How is this possible. . . How is this possible. . . " The Sunlight Master could not believe all of this. Or it could be said that he was unwilling to believe all of this from the bottom of his heart. It was not easy for their Sun, Moon, and Star Clans to produce such a heaven defying monster. It seemed like they were going to rise completely, surpassing the Saint Clan. It stood at the peak of the foreign land, but the result told him. . . That nephew had long been replaced by someone else.    

He couldn't accept this, truly couldn't accept all of this.    

In fact, he even had some doubts in his heart. Was it because the Asura Saint Clan didn't want to see the rise of the Sun, Moon, and Star families, and threatened the status of the Asura Saint Clan?    

This was not impossible. In their shoes, they did not wish to see any power that could threaten their race's status.    

"Sunlight Master, that's the truth. Your nephew has probably been killed by that beast a long time ago. "    

"But. . . But. . . "    

"No buts. This is the scene of the Silkworm of Time going back in time, there's no way it's fake. Say, where is that Little Brute now?" A hint of impatience flashed across Xiu Luozhen's eyes, interrupting the words of the Sunlight Master.    

"He. . . He. . . He is currently in seclusion in the Constellation Palace. " The Sunlight Sect Master still didn't quite believe him, but he still honestly told him where Yang Fann was heading to.    

"Constellation Palace? Impossible, there's no one there at all. "    

"What? This is impossible. The moment he returned, he entered Constellation Palace to enter seclusion. If he leaves, it's impossible that I don't know. "    

"Hmph, with your cultivation base, you want to find out where that Little Brute is?" Asura glared at the Sunlight Master in dissatisfaction.    

"This. . . This. . . " The Sunlight Sect Master wanted to explain, but thinking about the scene just now, if everything was true, with his strength, he might not be able to detect Yang Fann's whereabouts.    

His strength was only a grade higher than Asura Holy Son's, and that Yang Fann could easily kill Asura Holy Son ten years ago.    

"We were a step too late. This Little Brute had probably predicted that there would be such a dynasty. He left Astral Peak long ago. . . " Asura Zhen frowned. If that was the case, things would not be good. With Yang Fann's strength, if he was focused on hiding, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack if he wanted to find him. Furthermore, this Little Brute was proficient in the art of transformation and disguise, which was unparalleled in the world.    

"No, this Little Brute must die. One day, he will be a mortal threat to my race. . . " Outsiders are enemies with the other races, and they will fight to the death. "Everyone, immediately mobilize all the forces of the other races to search for Little Brute's whereabouts. We must not let him leave the Saint Palace alive. "    

. . .