Chapter 1446: Dirty Things

In the main peak’s dojo of the Hidden Spirit Sect, Xu Fan gazed at the disciples filling the vast plain behind the peak, feeling a deep sense of pride.

Aside from a few Saint-level disciples who had chosen to "lie flat," over ninety percent were Great Saints, with a small number of chaotic saints among them.

"Now, the Hidden Spirit Sect’s strength is just enough to be considered a powerful clan in the chaotic center," Xu Fan remarked lightly, as the gentle breeze brushed past him on the main peak.

"If it weren’t for the Underworld Clan targeting us, life would be much more comfortable."

"Master, just give me time, and I will sweep away all obstacles for you," Xu Gang declared with unwavering determination.

After Xu Fan ascended to the chaotic saint realm, his first act was to restore Xu Gang to his full strength.

"Very well. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, I’ll leave all sect conflicts to you," Xu Fan said with a nod.

"After all, you are now one of only two Chaotic Great Saints in the entire human race."

"As your master, I couldn’t be prouder," Xu Fan added, placing a hand on Xu Gang’s shoulder in a gesture of affirmation.

Hearing his master’s words, Xu Gang felt a surge of satisfaction, almost wishing for a powerful enemy to appear so he could prove his loyalty and dedication.

"Don’t get too comfortable, though. The road ahead is long, and your current understanding of chaos is just the beginning," Xu Fan cautioned, sensing his disciple’s eagerness.

After calming Xu Gang’s restless spirit, Xu Fan’s voice, resonating like the very essence of the chaotic heavenly path, echoed across the Three Thousand Realms.

"From the dawn of chaos, the mysteries of…"

At that moment, the entire Three Thousand Realms fell into a profound silence. Countless conscious beings, in a posture of reverence, listened intently.

Every member of the human race in the Three Thousand Realms sat cross-legged, their hearts and minds fully attuned to the teachings of their Holy Lord.

In the chaotic world, the strongest individual of a race, capable of leading their people, was revered as the Holy Lord.

Beyond the Three Thousand Realms, countless chaotic wide roads and supreme laws converged toward this central point.

In an instant, every human in the Three Thousand Realms felt the overwhelming power of the wide road manifesting.

As Xu Fan’s teachings spread across the human race, everyone’s cultivation advanced at an astonishing pace.

Ordinary children, within a single day, experienced celestial spirits entering their bodies, were welcomed into sects, and ascended to the heavens in broad daylight.

Elderly individuals, upon hearing his teachings, regained their youth, their bodies radiating spiritual brilliance as they stepped into the realm of cultivation.

Those who had just begun their journey in immortal techniques achieved great success in just three days, their auras extending for miles.

In the vast Immortal Realm, those who listened to the Holy Lord’s teachings stepped out of the River of Time, achieving the status of Saint.

After three thousand years of Xu Fan’s teachings, the Three Thousand Realms began to transcend, infused with the chaotic myriad paths and supreme laws.

Sensing this transformation, Xu Fan paused his teachings. The Hunyuan array disk materialized in his hand.

A massive teleportation formation enveloped the entire Three Thousand Realms, transporting it directly to the Primordial Chaos Zone.

The moment the Three Thousand Realms arrived in the Primordial Chaos Zone, several chaotic grand formations appeared, converting the unrefined material of the zone and channeling it into the Three Thousand Realms.

Once this was done, Xu Fan’s voice once again resonated across the Three Thousand Realms, continuing his teachings.

Ten thousand years later, Xu Fan finally stopped. He looked at his disciples, all deep in contemplation, and nodded with satisfaction.

"That’s enough for now."

"Grape, report the situation," Xu Fan said, his awareness spanning the entirety of the Three Thousand Realms.

"Master, the Three Thousand Realms have ascended and can now accommodate the realm of the Great Saint of Chaos."

"All the large, medium, and small thousand worlds within the realm have ascended to hold the chaotic saint realm."

"There are no ordinary beings among the human race; the lowest level is now Quasi-Immortal."

"During your teachings, 63 sect disciples advanced to the chaotic saint realm."

"Outside the sect, 12 members of the human race also advanced to the chaotic saint realm."

A list appeared before Xu Fan, displaying the names of those who had advanced to the chaotic saint realm.

"As the Three Thousand Realms ascended, the four surrounding stars have also upgraded; now the power of these four stars is beyond the reach of any Great Saint of Chaos."

"Besides the human race, other beings in the Three Thousand Realms include…"

Grape reported the current situation of the human race one by one as Xu Fan listened.

"The strength of the human race is absolutely at the peak, except for the nine Great God or Demon Empires and the thirteen major races."

"However, I am unsure when the leader’s realm can be reached."

After the system released its control, Xu Fan’s own realm jumped directly to the Great Saint of Chaos; given time, he could quickly become a Great Saint of Chaos.

But the realm above that felt somewhat unclear to Xu Fan, as if countless unrecognizable things lay in between.

Xu Fan gently waved his hand, and an artifact-level Spiritual Sword appeared in his grasp.

As he gently stroked the Spiritual Sword, Xu Fan’s thoughts began to wander.

"Master, should we return to the Chaotic Mist Area now?" Grape asked proactively, noticing Xu Fan’s lack of response.

The energy transformed from the grand formation converting unrefined material from the Primordial Chaos Zone surrounding the Three Thousand Realms was nearly impossible for the realms to digest.

"Let’s slowly make our way to the Chaotic Mist Area; there’s no rush," Xu Fan said as he opened a temporary small Chaotic Mist Area centered around the Three Thousand Realms.

Then, the Three Thousand Realms changed direction and began to slowly fly towards the Chaotic Mist Area.

"I need to quickly advance to the Great Saint of Chaos; otherwise, I won’t be able to fend off those little rascals from the Underworld Clan," Xu Fan said in a subdued tone.

After his consciousness departed, the Three Thousand Realms faced two great catastrophes.

The first was the collision waves from leader-level powerful beings, and the second was the Underworld Clan’s targeting, which frequently sent powerful beings to invade the Three Thousand Realms.

At first, the Three Thousand Realms had the aid of the Heavenly Merchant Clan and the Holy Light Empire to resist the Underworld Clan, but soon they proposed incorporating the human race’s Three Thousand Realms into their territories in the name of safety, on the condition of handing over Xu Fan’s artifact crafting avatar.

Wang Yulun, who had just advanced to the Great Saint of Chaos, rejected this offer, cutting off their support.

In the time that followed, the human race within the Three Thousand Realms fell into hundreds of thousands of years of peril, embarking on a desperate journey of fleeing.

Xu Fan remembered all these matters in his heart.

Ten thousand years later, by a small lake,

Xu Fan played Realm Chess with Number Two Avatar.

The situation on the board was complex, with both sides arranging large strategies, preparing for the final great battle.

"Playing Realm Chess with you is actually quite uninteresting; no matter how we play, it always ends in a draw," Number Two Avatar remarked somewhat nonchalantly.

"A draw means there’s room for improvement; otherwise, what fun is it to have no worthy opponents?"

A piece transformed into the wide road of wind and landed on the board.

"Number Three and Number Five Avatars can already refine top-tier Primordial Supreme Treasures; why don’t you let them take action now?" Number Two Avatar asked in confusion.

"There’s no hurry; there aren’t many chaotic divine minerals in the sect right now, and we can’t make many Primordial Supreme Treasures."

"Besides, I’m afraid the commotion when the Primordial Supreme Treasures form could attract those dirty things in the Primordial Chaos Zone," Xu Fan said, observing the situation on the board.

"Dirty things? Why haven’t you mentioned them before?" Number Two Avatar asked curiously.

Hearing this, Xu Fan lightly waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of both of them.

Within the light curtain, a young human boy at the Great Saint level observed the entire Three Thousand Realms with a cold gaze.