Chapter 1404: One Hundred Thousand Years

Tan Yun glanced at the forty Great Saint-level brothers, including himself, and felt the intense aura radiating from Xiong Li, which stirred his thoughts.

“I just had Grape run some simulations, and it says we can win, but it’ll be quite exhausting,” Xiong Li said, raising an eyebrow. His goal here was to hunt chaotic saint-level giant beasts.

After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, the earliest group of disciples who had advanced to the Great Saint level began to hit bottlenecks one after another.

The most effective way to break through these bottlenecks was to absorb the chaotic aura containing chaotic truth.

However, these resources were limited within the sect, and they were far from sufficient to achieve a breakthrough.

This time, they had taken advantage of the new teleportation formation from the Hidden Spirit Sect’s The Tai Xuan Hall branch to gather a group of Great Saint brothers with the same goal.

“Senior Brother, let’s find ten more brothers with strong fighting strength; forty feels a bit stretched,” Tan Yun suggested after some thought.

“Do you think I don’t want to? They’ve all formed other teams and gone to different places,” Xiong Li replied helplessly.

“Well, Senior Brother, does that promise you made earlier still stand?” Tan Yun asked.

“What promise?” Xiong Li was taken aback.

“The promise that all costs in the reincarnation pool would be on you,” a disciple beside Xiong Li chuckled.

“Of course, when the battle begins, I’ll protect you all. Any injuries will also be on me,” Xiong Li said as he lightly slammed the Giant Shield he held into the void, causing ripples in space to spread outward.

Once everyone agreed on their target area, they flew directly in that direction.

At this moment, more Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples were using the teleportation formation from The Tai Xuan Hall, gradually spreading throughout the entire Chaotic Mist Area.

Xu Fan was still in self-seclusion in the underground space of the Hidden Spirit Sect.

Time flowed differently in the chaos, and one hundred thousand years passed by like a fleeting moment.

Xu Fan and Zhang Weiyun slowly opened their eyes.

“Master, you’re awake!” Grape’s voice was filled with excitement.

“Awake, but let me gather my thoughts first. Then, report the recent situation of the sect to me.”

Xu Fan felt a heaviness in his spirit, a result of his long seclusion.

In the courtyard, Xu Fan and Zhang Weiyun sipped tea while listening to Grape’s report about the recent situations in the Three Thousand Realms and the sect.

“Master, seventy thousand years ago, Avatar Number Three passed the inheritance test and obtained everything from that secret realm of inheritance.”

A light curtain appeared before Xu Fan, displaying the treasures from that secret realm.

“The Tai Xuan Hall has so many top-tier chaotic spirit ores and divine items. Avatar Number Three’s efforts over one hundred thousand years were not in vain,” Xu Fan nodded.

“How many Great Saints are there among the sect’s disciples now?” Xu Fan lifted the tea of the wide road and took a sip.

A table appeared in front of Xu Fan, detailing the number of Great Saint disciples.

“There are currently 6,872 top-tier Great Saint disciples in the sect, already equipped to form a hunting team for chaotic saint-level giant beasts,” Grape explained.

“Has anyone unexpectedly broken through to the chaotic saint realm?” Xu Fan asked.

At that moment, seven streams of light descended into Xu Fan’s courtyard.

“Welcome, Master and Mistress, from your seclusion!” Xu Gang led the greeting.

“Your realms have improved; your perceptions are certainly different,” Xu Fan remarked as he looked at his Great Saint-level disciples.

Then he fixed his gaze on Wang Xiangchi.

“Very good! No matter what, you are now a chaotic saint,” Xu Fan said with a cheerful smile.

“Disciple’s talent is dull; I could only advance to chaotic saint in this way. I’ve brought shame to my master,” Wang Xiangchi said, feeling ashamed.

He knew best how much substance was behind his title as a chaotic saint.

Although he was now a chaotic saint, he still felt a sense of being controlled by fate in front of his master.

“Haha, having reached your level, I no longer force you to cultivate further.”

“My requirements for you are not as strict as they used to be.”

Xu Fan’s voice was gentle, warming the hearts of his disciples.

“Master, do not say that. You once said you wanted to rely on us for your protection; I have always cultivated with this goal in mind,” Xu Gang said firmly.

“Then you must work hard,” Xu Fan said, sweeping his gentle gaze across the many disciples.

Three days later, by a beautiful small lake in The Tai Xuan Hall branch, Xu Fan was fishing alongside his good brothers.

Not far away, Zhang Weiyun was chatting happily with a group of confidantes, laughing and chattering.

“Why do you like fishing here so much lately?” Xu Fan asked with a smile.

“It’s easier to catch other spirit objects from the Chaotic Mist Area while fishing here,” Wang Yulun replied, pulling out a space ring and handing it to Xu Fan.

“This ring contains all the spirit objects I have caught from the Chaotic Mist Area over the past tens of thousands of years. See if any of them are useful,” Wang Yulun said eagerly.

He had missed his Big Brother and was very excited to see him again.

Xu Fan didn’t stand on ceremony and quickly scanned the space ring with his thoughts.

“I’ll study these items later.”

A gentle breeze swept over the surface of the lake, creating ripples.

Wang Yulun pulled up his fishing rod and caught a ten-foot-long blue dragon shrimp.

“Here, let Big Brother Xu taste your skills.”

The blue dragon shrimp slipped off the hook, arcing through the sky and landing near the group of confidantes.

“With the teleportation formation from The Tai Xuan Hall, our sect’s development has sped up considerably.”

“Now, almost every sect disciple has at least one innate supreme treasure. Those top-tier disciples have started going to the Heavenly Merchant Clan to buy Xuanhuang Supreme Treasures,” Wang Yulun explained.

“Haha, the emergence of The Tai Xuan Hall has accelerated the speed at which our sect’s disciples explore the Chaotic Mist Area. I estimate that in a few million years, our sect’s disciples will likely be able to explore other Chaotic Mist Areas,” Xu Fan reflected, looking at the distant surface of the lake.

While Xu Fan and his good brothers were joking and laughing, a wave of spatial fluctuations emerged, and a small flying insect landed in Xu Fan’s palm.

The last piece of information appeared in Xu Fan’s mind.

“Grape, confirm the location of the Three Insects and have Xiao Guang take the core of the Holy Light Star there,” Xu Fan instructed after a moment’s thought.

“Understood, Master.”

A beam of light flickered in the Holy Sun Star.

“What’s going on?” Wang Yulun asked curiously.

“The Three Insects discovered a mysterious area; they sensed the presence of the Primordial Divine Turtle within,” Xu Fan said.

Speaking of turtles, Xu Fan suddenly recalled Fierce White.

“Master, while you were in seclusion, Fierce White has been sleeping,” Grape’s voice chimed in.

“Alright.”

Outside The Tai Xuan Hall, a group of exhausted Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples stepped through the spatial gate and quickly entered the branch.

In the healing small world, that group of disciples soaked in a spring containing Primordial Purple Qi.

“It’s so tough! I really want to see how Senior Brother hunts chaotic saint-level giant beasts,” said a disciple with a broken left arm, sighing.

“I told you to find two brothers from the Body Refinement Lineage, but you didn’t listen. Now look at the trouble you’re in,” said another disciple who had a wound on his chest.