Time flies, and five hundred years have passed.
Chiyang Star Region, Xuanyang Star, Jiulongfang City.
The streets were crowded with people and the noise of traffic.
The Han family has formed an alliance with the Mu family of the Tianchen star field, and their status is unshakable. Their development is booming. The Han family now has three starships, and the Jiulong Market sells top-grade elixirs, ranging from the first to the eighth level. They also hold large-scale auctions regularly, attracting a large number of cultivators to participate.
Jiulong Market has become the largest market in the Chiyang Star Region, without a doubt. Many merchant alliances and merchant ships from major forces will go to Jiulong Market to do business and collect resources for cultivating immortals.
A secluded manor with a small bridge, flowing water, and a garden with strange rocks.
Han Changqing and Sun Ting sat around a green tea table, drinking tea and chatting.
Han Changqing has entered the Mahayana stage and is responsible for managing all of the Han family's businesses.
The Blood Evil Sect has been destroyed by the Zhao family, of course, with the instructions of the Han family. The Han family wanted to find out Mu Xiao's whereabouts, but unfortunately there was no news of Mu Xiao.
Ever since the news of Han Changming's advancement to the Mahayana stage spread, Mu Xiao has disappeared.
"Madam Sun, these are the things your Tianyue Merchant Alliance wants. Please count them."
Han Changqing took out a golden jade box and handed it to Sun Ting.
Sun Ting opened the jade box and saw two oval pills inside, each with twelve dan patterns.
"Nine Yang True Spirit Pill!"
Sun Ting said excitedly, her eyes fiery.
The Tianyue Business Alliance took out a large amount of rare materials and purchased the Nine Yang True Spirit Pill from the Han family.
Sun Ting took out a green storage bracelet and handed it to Han Changqing. Han Changqing scanned it with his spiritual sense and nodded.
Han Zhangxiang planned to refine the Flying Immortal Treasure Ship. Now that he had the core materials, he also needed to collect a lot of rare materials. The Han family's elixirs were quite famous, so naturally he would exchange the top-grade elixirs for rare materials.
"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Han."
Sun Ting said gratefully.
"Mrs. Sun, you are too polite. This is what we agreed on."
Han Changqing said with a smile.
"By the way, hasn't Master Wan Hulu come out of seclusion yet?"
Sun Ting asked curiously.
Han Changming has not appeared in public for many years. It is rumored that he has obtained the relics of the Immortal Lord of Creation and ascended to the immortal world.
"Brother Nine hasn't come out of confinement yet, so it's the same if you tell me anything."
Han Changqing said.
Han Changming, Han Debiao, Liang Youshan and other senior executives have all gone into seclusion to practice and strive for a higher level. The Han family has no shortage of other resources.
"In another hundred years, it will be our leader's birthday. We would like to invite Fellow Daoist Han to attend. We have invited many fellow Daoists, including Fellow Daoist Long from the Ten Thousand Demons Star Region, as well as fellow Daoists from other star regions."
Sun Ting took out a golden invitation and handed it to Han Changqing.
"Birthday! If Brother Nine can come out of seclusion before the birthday, I will tell him, otherwise I will go there myself."
Han Changqing said with a smile.
Nowadays, whenever a major force holds a celebration or birthday party, they will invite the Han family to participate. This is a kind of recognition and also an honor. The Han family can take this opportunity to expand their social circle and collect more resources for cultivating immortals.
"Okay, we are waiting for you, Mr. Han."
Sun Ting's face was all smiles.
After chatting for half a minute, Sun Ting said goodbye and left.
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The star field of ten thousand trees, the heaven of ten thousand trees.
In an underground cave, a yellow light appeared on the stone wall, and more than 20 Mahayana cultivators including Yan Shuo, Lin Xuan and Mu Xiao walked out.
The Huoyang Clan and the Xueteng Clan have joined forces, and both clans have the Xuantian treasure. In addition, there are fifteen Mahayana people in the two clans, plus Lin Xuan and Mu Xiao, which makes seventeen Mahayana people. Seven of them have cultivated the spiritual realm to the entry level, and two have achieved minor success and are extremely powerful.
Before the Huoyang Clan invaded, they sent people to investigate the situation in the Creation Galaxy and had a certain understanding of the major forces in each major star field. Among them, the Han family was their focus.
I heard that the Han family obtained the Taoist temple of the Immortal Lord Creation, but it remains to be verified.
"Let's go and destroy the Wanmu Sect first, hoping to obtain a high-level treasure for overcoming the tribulation."
Yan Shuo ordered.
Lin Xuan and Mu Xiao led the way, and the group left the underground cave.
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Tianchen star region, Tianchen star.
Tianchen Mountains, the ancestral land of the Mu family.
Mu Nianfeng and Mu Nianxue stood high in the sky, looking at the thunderclouds in the distance with solemn expressions.
After taking the top-grade Nine Yang True Spirit Pill, Mu Yunshan failed to cultivate into a true spirit and is now going through his fifth great heavenly tribulation.
When a Mahayana cultivator goes through the fifth great heavenly tribulation, nine eight-colored divine thunders will appear. You must know that the more time passes, the greater the power of the thunder.
When a cultivator in the combined state attempts to reach the Mahayana stage, it may also attract the eight-colored divine thunder, but its power is far less than the eight-colored divine thunder of the Mahayana cultivator's fifth great heavenly tribulation.
There was a rumbling sound of thunder, lightning and thunder, and thick silver lightning struck, illuminating the sky and the earth.
As time passed, Mu Nianfeng and Mu Nianxue's hearts were in their throats, and they dared not even breathe.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the thunderclouds rolled and surged, and eight arcs of different colors emerged.
"Eight-color divine thunder!"
Mu Nianxue's face became tense.
A loud thunder sounded, and an extremely thick eight-colored lightning struck down, sinking into a sea of yellow fog and turning into a huge ball of eight-colored lightning.
The sound of thunder was endless, and eight-colored lightning struck one after another, each one thicker than the last.
When the seventh eight-colored lightning fell, the eight-colored thunderclouds rolled and surged, then dissipated and disappeared.
Mu Nianxue and Mu Nianfeng sighed deeply. Mu Yunshan had obviously died in the thunder tribulation, otherwise the thunder tribulation would not have dissipated early.
This is only the eight-colored divine thunder. The nine-nine thunder tribulations are all the nine-day divine thunder.
Mu Nianxue took out a white star-moon disk and entered a spell. A panicked male voice sounded, "Ancestor Nianxue, something terrible has happened. The Wanmu Sect has been destroyed."
"Who killed him?"
Mu Nianxue asked doubtfully.
"I don't know. It happened so suddenly. There are no survivors."
After listening to the report from their clansmen, Mu Nianxue and Mu Nianfeng looked at each other in surprise. The Wanmu Sect was an old force with several Mahayana masters, but it was unbelievable that they could be destroyed just like that.
"Got it. Send someone to keep an eye out and see which force did it."
Mu Nianxue ordered.
"Yes, Ancestor Nianxue."
Mu Nianxue put away the Star-Moon Plate, and left with Mu Nianfeng, each returning home.
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The star field of ten thousand trees, the star of ten thousand flowers.
Wanhua Island is located in the central part of Wanhua Star and is the main altar of Yihua Palace.
Yihua Palace has a long heritage and is home to many masters, including several Mahayana monks.
Madam Qianhua is the supreme elder of Yihua Palace and has reached the middle stage of Mahayana cultivation.
Wanhua Island was in ruins, with flames shooting into the sky.
Yan Shuo and seventeen other Mahayana monks were standing high in the sky. A plump young woman in a purple dress was standing high in the sky. Her right arm was missing and she looked listless.
"The Fire Sun Clan! The Blood Vine Clan! How did you get here?"
The young woman in purple skirt asked doubtfully, her tone weak.
"It doesn't matter how we got here. Since you don't want to join us, we'll send you on your way."
A slim young woman in a blood-red skirt said coldly.
Xue Yun, middle stage Mahayana, patriarch of the Xue Teng clan.
More than a thousand years ago, the previous chief of the Blood Vine Clan died under the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation. Before that, many clan elders in the Mahayana stage died in the great heavenly tribulation. It was not easy to cultivate to the late Mahayana stage. After finally cultivating to the Mahayana stage, they were unable to survive the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation.
Xue Yun didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the previous clan leader, so when Yan Shuo came to her, they hit it off and worked together to invade the Creation Galaxy.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick blood-red vine emerged from the ground and struck towards the young woman in purple skirt like a blood-red spear.
The young woman in purple skirt waved the purple palm-leaf fan in her hand, and a large piece of purple flame swept out and collided with the blood-colored vine.
The sky darkened, and a huge seal with flashing red light appeared out of nowhere, appearing above the head of the young woman in purple dress.
The young woman in purple dress was about to avoid it when a horn sounded that resounded through heaven and earth. She felt a sharp pain in her soul sea and her body trembled continuously.
When she came to her senses, she was smashed into a pulp by the giant red seal. A mini Nascent Soul flew out of her body, but before it flew far, a blood-red vine caught up and pierced the mini Nascent Soul.
"Don't leave any one alive. Kill them all."
Yan Shuo's tone was cold.
With the seventeen Mahayana monks joining forces, they have the Xuantian treasure and control the spiritual realm. The monks of Yihua Palace cannot stop them at all.
A few days later, the news of the destruction of Yihua Palace spread throughout the Wanmu Star Region. All major forces were in a panic. They didn't even know who the murderer was, so they could only increase their vigilance.
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Chiyang Star Region, Xuanyang Star, Jiulong Island.
The door of a secret room opened and Han Zhangxiang walked out with a happy look on his face.
In recent years, the Han family has sent a large number of people to other star fields to collect resources for cultivating immortals, especially the main materials for refining the Xuantian Treasure.
Relying on top-grade elixirs and other resources for cultivating immortals, the Han family collected the crystals for refining Qianlei, transported them back to Xuanyang Star, and gave them to Han Zhangxiang for refining.
Han Zhangxiang also refined a Xuantian treasure, the Immortal Seal, a Xuantian treasure with earth attribute, which was suitable for Han Changming to use.
Han Zhangxiang's success rate in refining the Xuantian Treasure is getting higher and higher. If he can collect the main materials for refining the Xuantian Treasure, he is confident that he can refine the Xuantian Treasure.
He has not yet been able to refine the Flying Immortal Treasure Ship. The difficulty of refining the Flying Immortal Treasure Ship is much more difficult than that of a starship. It is difficult to complete it by one person alone. Han Zhangxiang plans to mobilize the high-level refining skills of the clan and work together to refine the Flying Immortal Treasure Ship.
Han Zhangxiang took out a red-glowing communication disk, typed in a spell, and asked, "Fang Yuan, how many seventh-level weapon refiners are there in the clan?"
"Nine at the moment."
Han Fangyuan's voice rang out.
"Invest more resources in cultivating immortals and train more high-level weapon refiners. This is related to the future of our entire clan."
Han Zhangxiang ordered.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Han Fangyuan agreed.
"By the way, haven't Changming and Debiao come out yet?"
Han Zhangxiang asked.
"Ancestor Changming is still in seclusion, but ancestors Debiao, Youshan, and Wenlong went to the Tianyin Star Region, saying that they wanted to kill the black unicorn and use its hide to refine weapons."
Han Fangyuan said.
Back then they were unable to defeat the Black Qilin and had to flee in embarrassment. Now that they have cultivated into true spirits, have the Xuantian treasure, and control the spiritual realm, they will naturally not let the Black Qilin go.
The corpse of the Black Qilin can be used to refine the Xuantian Treasure, which is the main purpose of Han Debiao and the other two to kill the Black Qilin.
"What? The three of them went?"
Han Zhangxiang frowned, he was worried that something might happen to Han Debiao and the other two.
He sensed something, looked up into the sky, and said, "Hey, they're back."
"Debiao, Youshan, Wenlong, come in and talk!"
Han Zhangxiang spoke up.
As soon as he finished speaking, three beams of light descended from the sky and landed in front of Han Zhangxiang, revealing the figures of Han Debiao and three others, with happy expressions on their faces.
"Clan leader, this is the corpse of the black unicorn. It can be used to refine the Xuantian treasure."
Han Debiao took out a blue storage bracelet and handed it to Han Zhangxiang.
The three of them continued along the previous path, and with the help of other treasures, they found the Black Qilin safely and killed it.
Han Zhangxiang was pleasantly surprised and said, "It's good that you're back. Don't run around anymore. Practice is the most important thing."
"We are worried that Mo Qilin will come to retaliate against us. We cannot leave this hidden danger and must get rid of it."
Han Wenlong explained.
Han Zhangxiang nodded and said, "It's good that you're back. You've worked hard. Go back and practice in seclusion! Advance to the late Mahayana stage as soon as possible."
"Chief, we heard that the Wanmu Sect and Yihua Palace in the Wanmu Star Region were destroyed by a mysterious force."
Liang Youshan said as she remembered something.
"When did this happen?"
Han Zhangxiang said with a frown.
"In recent times, it's strange to say that the Wanmu Sect and Yihua Palace are quite powerful, with several Mahayana cultivators. Even if they are defeated, they won't be left with no survivors."
Han Debiao said.
"Just let Long Fei pay attention to this matter. The Wanmu Star Region is too far away from the Chiyang Star Region, so it won't have much impact on us."
Han Zhangxiang said.
In his opinion, there were many examples of Wanmu Sect or Yihua Palace offending a Mahayana cultivator and being sought for revenge.
When two forces fight, there will definitely be casualties, and it is inevitable that there will be some fish that slip through the net. The Han family is such an example.
The Han family grew stronger, but they never forgot revenge.
Han Debiao and the other two agreed and returned to their respective residences to practice in seclusion.
"Fang Yuan, let Long Fei pay attention to this matter. Also, strengthen the vigilance and don't let outsiders enter Jiulong Island."
Han Zhangxiang ordered.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Han Fangyuan agreed.
Han Zhangxiang gave a few instructions, put away the communication disk, and walked into a secret room.
There is a refining furnace with red light flashing in the room. There are a large number of fire attribute array patterns carved on the stone wall, and the temperature is frighteningly high.
He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
Three days later, Han Zhangxiang took out the corpse of the black unicorn and other refining materials and began to refine the weapon.
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In an endless starry sky, a huge ship shining with golden light was parked high in the sky, with no words or patterns on the sails.
Yan Shuo and a dozen other Mahayana monks stood on the deck, each with a different expression.
A short and fat old man in a yellow robe stood in front of Yan Shuo with a nervous expression.
"It is absolutely true. I heard it with my own ears. The Han family dispatched five Mahayana monks and starships. They must have taken control of the Taoist temple of the Immortal Venerable Creation. Otherwise, how could we be teleported out?"
The old man in yellow robe said.
He entered the Taoist temple of the Immortal Lord of Creation to search for treasure, but was teleported out before he found anything good.
“The Han family dispatched five Mahayana masters and a starship, which doesn’t necessarily mean they have taken control of the dojo, but we can’t rule out this possibility.”
Xue Yun analyzed.
"What's the big deal? Let's kill them all. With the seventeen of us joining forces, I don't believe the Han family can resist."
Lin Xuan said.
"To be precise, there are eighteen Mahayana monks. Fellow Daoist Su, are you willing to join us?"
Yan Shuo said with a smile.
The old man in yellow robe agreed immediately, so how could he dare to refuse
"Okay, let's destroy the Youmu family first, and then destroy the Han family, hoping to obtain the relics of the Immortal Master of Creation."
With a pinch of Yan Shuo's magic formula, the huge golden ship suddenly emitted a bright golden light and accelerated its escape speed.