Chapter 1295: The Plan

“Are the Great Saint Dragons that left the Three Thousand Realms difficult to deal with?” Xu Fan asked.

“It’s a fifty-fifty chance; otherwise, I would have already wiped out the Dragon Race in the Three Thousand Realms,” the Yuan Lord replied confidently.

“Fifty-fifty, but with Xu the Divine Master’s help, it’s a different story.”

“First, we’ll set a trap to deal with that Chaotic Holy Dragon, and then we can take care of the other Great Saint Dragons of the Dragon Race.”

Hearing this plan, Xu Fan’s interest was immediately piqued.

Eliminating the Dragon Race would lift a huge burden off his shoulders.

“Sounds good,” Xu Fan replied.

“Come to my Yuanshi Sect; we’ll go over the details,” the Yuan Lord said eagerly.

In a picturesque secret realm within the Yuanshi Sect,

the Yuan Lord, Xu Fan, Huang Shan, and Heaven’s Destruction gathered to fish.

“That Chaotic Holy Dragon is tough to handle; we’ll need at least three old-timers, plus me and Xu the Divine Master,” the Yuan Lord explained.

“Do I not need to get involved?” Heaven’s Destruction asked, turning to the Yuan Lord.

“You stay in the Three Thousand Realms to prevent the Dragon Race from sending reinforcements.”

“Huang Shan, go negotiate with the major clans about dividing the Dragon Race; the human race should claim at least forty percent,” the Yuan Lord instructed.

“Be bold; I’ll push for fifty percent.”

“The human race is taking the main risk; if we don’t get fifty percent, aren’t we just doing the hard work for others?” Huang Shan argued.

“No, time is tight. Let them agree to forty percent quickly, so the major clans don’t cause trouble,” the Yuan Lord insisted.

At that moment, Xu Fan raised a question.

“Is that Chaotic Holy Dragon harder to fight than chaotic saint-level giant beasts?”

“Its fighting strength is formidable, but it’s even better at escaping.”

Xu Fan nodded in understanding.

A light curtain appeared before them, displaying the great dragons of the Dragon Race that had left the Three Thousand Realms over the ages.

The Yuan Lord highlighted several of them.

“Be cautious of these three Great Saint Dragons; while they’re not as powerful as the Chaotic Holy Dragon, it would still be troublesome if one escapes,” the Yuan Lord warned.

Suddenly, a spatial fluctuation occurred.

Above the three of them, numerous shed dragon skins and dragon scales floated into view.

“Xu the Divine Master, with these items, can you locate them in the Chaotic Mist Area?” the Yuan Lord asked.

Xu Fan waved his hand, and a large dragon scale gradually shrank and appeared in his palm.

“This item’s traces have been erased in the River of Time; locating it will be tricky. I’ll need a Xuanhuang Supreme Treasure that embodies the path of karma,” Xu Fan said, rubbing the scale thoughtfully.

“We have that.”

Huang Shan waved his hand, and a compass resembling the Tai Chi symbol appeared before Xu Fan.

“Now that we have this, things will be much easier.”

“Good. I’ll have those old-timers track down the Chaotic Holy Dragon’s path back to the Three Thousand Realms in detail.”

“We need to ambush it outside the Holy Light Star region.”

With that, the Yuan Lord took Xu Fan straight to the Chaotic Mist Area.

“Where are you taking me?” Xu Fan asked, puzzled.

“I’m taking you to meet those old-timers.”

“Isn’t this…”

“Don’t overthink it. If you really wanted to find them, do you think you could hide from those old-timers?”

Xu Fan traversed countless light armors through space until he arrived in a unique small world, where he encountered nine elders of the human race.

“Little Yuan Lord, you’ve brought Xu the Divine Master here to plan the unification of the Three Thousand Realms, haven’t you?” a burly man said excitedly.

“Not exactly, but it’s related. I plan to wipe out the Dragon Race first,” the Yuan Lord replied.

“Wipe out the Dragon Race first?”

At that moment, the nine human race elders appeared in the grand hall.

After getting Xu Fan’s approval, the Yuan Lord explained the route leading beyond the two Great God or Demon Empires.

Immediately, all the human race elders were intrigued.

“Let’s do it. With Xu the Divine Master’s help, wiping out the Dragon Race won’t be a problem.”

“I’ve had it with those dragon brats. Last time, they stole a vein of chaotic spirit ore from me, and I’m still fuming about it.”

Xu Fan watched as the nine human race elders grew increasingly fired up, like a group of radicals ready for action.

The Yuan Lord then laid out a series of plans, all of which were met with enthusiastic approval from the elders.

One of the shorter human race elders spoke up, “I’ll scout out the Chaotic Holy Dragon’s trail and determine the ambush point.”

“I’ll verify the authenticity of that route,” another elder added.

After speaking, the two elders vanished into thin air.

In the Three Thousand Realms, at the Hidden Spirit Sect,

Xu Fan lounged in a chair, gazing at Bear Two’s cloud in the sky.

“I’ve somehow landed myself with such a massive task,” Xu Fan mused.

Just then, Xu Gang appeared in the star region.

A massive saint’s tribulation erupted.

The path of the five elements manifested as five distinct calamities.

“Becoming a quasi-saint, not bad,” Xu Fan remarked as he observed Xu Gang’s star region.

Within the sect, fewer than fifty individuals were destined to become quasi-saints.

This meant that anyone else aiming to reach quasi-saint or saint status would need to advance in the star region or the Chaotic Mist Area.

“Since my Senior Brother has reached quasi-saint, it’s clear the others aren’t far behind. I’d better start preparing,” Xu Fan said, watching Xu Gang’s saint’s tribulation.

Xu Gang’s tribulation quickly drew the attention of other disciples.

A massive teleportation portal opened, and disciples from the Chaotic Mist Area sect branch returned to witness Xu Gang’s saint’s tribulation.

Xu Fan’s disciples also hurried back to observe their Senior Brother’s tribulation.

“Don’t rush it. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”

“If not, we’ll just have to seize the opportunity elsewhere,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

Xu Gang remained steady throughout the chaotic calamity, not even needing to exert his full strength during the final, most powerful tribulations.

Nine days later, Xu Gang became a quasi-saint.

“Greetings, Master. Your disciple has become a quasi-saint,” Xu Gang said, looking at his revered master with deep emotion.

He recalled the words his master often repeated when he was young:

“Grow stronger quickly. Your master is counting on you to protect him.”

At the memory, Xu Gang’s eyes grew misty.

“Rise. You’ve worked hard all these years in solitude,” Xu Fan said warmly.

“There’s no suitable Xuanhuang Supreme Treasure for you in the treasury yet, so wait a while. I’ll craft a set tailored just for you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

That evening, Xu Fan set up a large feast in the courtyard and invited all his disciples to dine together.

As he looked at his beloved disciples, Xu Fan reminisced about the day he had taken them under his wing.

“It’s hard to believe so many years have passed in the blink of an eye,” Xu Fan sighed.

“Being by Master’s side, we disciples don’t feel the time has been long,” Li Xingci said.

“That’s right. I still remember clearly when Master accepted my brother and me as disciples,” Xu Yuexian added, holding a small ball of clothing tenderly.

This artifact, not even a precious artifact, still looked as pristine as the day Xu Fan had given it to her, despite thousands of years of care.

In the end, the meal became a heartfelt trip down memory lane.