Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann had thoroughly confirmed his Terror Fighting Power. It was the combat strength of a Half-Step Saint who was less than fifty years old. Such a monster was simply unheard of. Not to mention Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, even the entire starry sky of the universe. . . He was afraid that not a single person would be able to find him in the future. It was not something that everyone could imagine. It was something that surpassed all the Saints. It was probably only a matter of time before he became the legendary Holy King.    

In an instant, the entire Sixth Young Master Peak was filled with people, and the streets were bustling with people.    

In just a few days, Yang Fann's power had increased by more than ten times. He now had two hundred and twenty more half-step Holy Kings. The Holy Lord Stage Great Elder! Sixty-eight elders of Holy Lord. Twelve Senior Elder, and even Great Elemental Old Man. This was an invincible existence below the Saint realm. In the past, Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord alone was as powerful as dozens of Senior Elder, or even more.    

Of course, most of them chose to leave dejectedly and offer up their natal Holy Soul. From now on, their life and death were completely in the control of Yang Fann's palm. Not everyone could accept this.    

Not to mention the Great Elders and elders. Which one of them wasn't the overlord of power? On one side, there were several or even dozens of Middle World. With just a single command, they would be able to control the life and death of billions of living beings. They were used to being high and mighty, and they were the only ones who could dominate the world. How could they turn the tables so easily?    

However, even so, each of them had prepared a generous gift.    

Even if they couldn't become friends with Yang Fann, they absolutely couldn't become enemies with him.    

Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have to sleep peacefully for the rest of their lives.    

He had really agreed. With just one sentence, he received the gift with mercy.    

Furthermore, none of the gifts were simple. At the very least, they were usually no less than a million trillion high grade Immortal Crystals. The highest grade was directly offered to a high grade Middle World.    

Otherwise, it would be better not to give them any gifts. Ordinary gifts were not only a disgrace to them, but also a slap to Yang Fann's face. The thought of the consequences was enough to send chills down one's spine.    

As a result, Yang Fann's value skyrocketed by more than a thousand times. Currently, Yang Fann had 36 high grade Middle World under his command. There were more than 300 intermediate Middle World below the first grade. As for the low grade Middle World like the Horned Devil Realm, even Yang Fann was not interested in it. There were more than a thousand of them.    

This wasn't including the Middle World controlled by the elders and Great Elder under Yang Fann's command. Once the integration was completed, the number of worlds under his control would at least double.    

The wealth of one's social status was equivalent to that of an ordinary Saint Sovereign.    

If he could obtain the resources of half of the Heavenly Spirit World, then even amongst the saints, the resources controlled by Yang Fann would be considered middle-class.    

. . .    

Another day, Yang Fann began to shut his doors and turn down the guests, focusing on preparing for battle.    

Although the rumors said that Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had just reached the Half-Step Saint, nothing was absolute. No one could guarantee that this wasn't a smoke bomb released by the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple. Perhaps, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's combat strength had already surpassed the average late middle stage Holy Lord.    

He wasn't afraid of ten thousand. He was just afraid of ten thousand.    

It would not be wrong to be more careful.    

This battle was not a spar between fellow disciples. It was a life and death battle that did not care about life and death.    

There was only one life. If it was gone, it would be over.    

Yang Fann never joked about his own life.    

His life was not only his, but also his parents'. He couldn't afford to be careless.    

A man who was innocent would be punished for having a treasure. If he lost his protection, Yang Fann could imagine what would happen to his parents.    

However, the place where Yang Fann went into seclusion this time wasn't on Sixth Young Master Peak. Although he had received a lot of congratulatory gifts, some of them were top grade spiritual items. Even Saint Sovereign had a few saint herbs that he was interested in. He only needed to refine these natural treasures. He wanted to cultivate step by step in just half a month's time. It was a difficult task to improve his strength by leaps and bounds. It could even be said that it was virtually impossible.    

Comparatively speaking, there was a place that was absolutely the most suitable place for Yang Fann to go into seclusion.    

That was the Heaven Prison where the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts imprisoned the felons.    

A place that could be called a felon by the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. The weakest of them were at least Seven Stars High Quasi-Saint, Eight Stars and Nine Stars Great Saint. They could only be considered ordinary. There were even many of them, including Holy Lord and Half-Step Saint. There were even rumors that the true Saint Sovereign was sealed at the bottom of the Heaven Prison.    

To Yang Fann, this was definitely the greatest treasure land. If he could devour and refine all of these prisoners, he might be able to attain the Dao and become a saint immediately.    

Of course, it was just a thought. Saint Sovereign's divine ability. . . It was not something he could imagine right now, even if he was a sealed saint. If he wasn't careful, it might backfire on him. Even though he had unleashed all his combat strength, He was strong enough to fight against a Late Stage Saint, or even a Peak Half Step Saint. However, to Saint Sovereign, who was high above everyone else, he was just a slightly stronger ant.    

Furthermore, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts would never allow him to devour the prisoner without any scruples.    

One should know that those criminals were sometimes the greatest cannon fodder for the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts's conquest of the universe.    

If not for Yang Fann's extraordinary status, he might not even be able to enter the gates of the Heavenly Prison.    

. . .    

The Heaven Prison was the Heaven Prison. No wonder it was the place where the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts imprisoned the felons.    

It was a completely different world from the other places in the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

The entire Heaven Prison was a world of its own. There were a total of ninety-nine Middle World, which formed a ladder and advanced step by step.    

Every Middle World was in a state of dizziness. There were not many rays of light to speak of, and they were wailing like ghosts and howling like ghosts. The Devil Qis were dense, and it was as if they were in the middle of hell.    

The interior of the Middle World was divided into countless spatial zones. Each of the spatial zones was no less than a single spatial zone, and each spatial zone was holding a serious criminal.    

However, these criminals weren't restricted from moving. Even their cultivation bases weren't sealed. Furthermore, there weren't any Heaven Prisons guarding the entire Heaven Prison, not even a single ordinary jailer.    

Because the Heaven Prison didn't need all of these. Everything within the prison was completely controlled by the Artifact Spirit. Although this prison was called a prison, it was actually a saint artifact and a terrifying High Sacristy.    

Even if Saint Sovereign fell into it, he wouldn't be able to escape alive.    

. . .    

Yang Fann didn't stay in the first world for long. He quickly descended into the next world.    

Heaven Prison, 99 worlds. Layer by layer, each world was stronger than the last.    

At the top level, only the weakest Seven Stars early stage Quasi-Saint was locked up.    

Yang Fann didn't care about it at all. With his current cultivation base, even if he devoured and refined ten million Seven Stars early stage Quasi-Saint, it wouldn't necessarily make his cultivation base improve by much.    

Staying at the top floor was a complete waste of time.    

. . .    

The second floor, Seven Star mid stage Quasi-Saint. Yang Fann also ignored him.    

. . . . . .    

Third level.    

The fourth floor.    

Fifth floor.    

. . .    

The ninth floor.    

The tenth floor.    

The eleventh floor.    

. . .    

Forty-fifth floor.    

The 46th floor.    

47 levels.    

. . .    

Without stopping, he went down sixty-five floors in a row. Only then did Yang Fann stop.    

The sixty-sixth floor of Heaven Prison was a huge dividing line. The prisoners inside were all true Half-Step Saint. Although they were only early stage Half-Step Saint, they were the best targets for Yang Fann to devour.    

His cultivation base was too low, so he didn't think much of it. His cultivation base was too high, so he might not be a match for him. Furthermore, it was very difficult for him to devour so many Strength of Original Life in just half a month's time.    

In the next moment. . .    

Yang Fann's gaze swept across the area casually. Finally, his gaze landed on a plane that was completely formed by the azure seawater. A golden light flashed in his eyes. "It's you. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

His body moved. With a flash, Yang Fann disappeared into the spatial zone.    

In an instant.    

"Rumble!" Rumble!" Rumble! . . .    

The calm surface of the sea suddenly became turbulent, with whirlpools appearing in all directions. It was as if the end of the world had come, and the world had collapsed.    

In an instant, terrifying Fiendish Qis burst out from the bottom of the sea, soaring into the sky and engulfing the entire ocean. It was as if some Ancient Vicious Beasts was about to break out of the water.    

. . .