Chapter 1472: The Root of No Descendants

In the vast, boundless chaotic River of Time, Xu Fan gently extended his hand.

Light spheres gathered in his palm, eventually condensing into the crystal statue of Yuan Lord’s master.

Then, the chaotic realm unfolded, and a body of a Great Saint materialized out of nowhere, merging with the crystal statue.

Huang Shan watched in awe; after becoming a chaotic saint, Yuan Lord had attempted to revive his master.

But just summoning the chaotic River of Time had drained all his energy.

Now, the body shaped as Yuan Lord’s master slowly opened its eyes.

“Where am I?”

“Who are you?”

“What’s the state of the Three Thousand Realms?”

Yuan Lord’s master looked around curiously. Seeing the Three Thousand Realms, now expanded many times over, his eyes showed a mix of familiarity and strangeness.

“Elder Yongchang, do you remember me?” Huang Shan approached excitedly.

“You’re Huang Shan?” Yuan Lord’s master asked, puzzled.

“Yes, it’s me, Huang Shan.”

“The Holy Lord of the human race brought you back,” Huang Shan explained.

“The Holy Lord of the human race, at chaotic saint level!” Feeling Xu Fan’s immense cultivation, Yuan Lord’s master exclaimed with excitement.

“How many generations of masters has the Yuanshi Sect had?”

“And what about that little rascal, Yuan Lord?” he asked, looking at Xu Fan.

Huang Shan felt awkward and quickly whispered something to Yuan Lord’s master.

Realizing his mistake, Yuan Lord’s master also felt embarrassed.

“Holy Lord, I apologize for my earlier words. Yongchang offers his apologies,” he said, bowing to Xu Fan.

“No need to worry. You’re an elder of the human race. Go and meet Yuan Lord now,” Xu Fan said with a smile, waving his hand before heading back to the Hidden Spirit Sect.

In the courtyard, Xu Fan watched Zhang Weiyun tending to a flower and asked, “Who are you planning to give that flower to?”

“I’m going to give it to my master. She’s been stuck at the Great Saint level for so long. Maybe this heavenly spirit root can help her break through,” Zhang Weiyun replied.

“That’s unlikely. Your master’s fate doesn’t allow it. Great Saint is her limit,” Xu Fan said, gently rocking in his lounge chair.

“As long as the thought is there,” Zhang Weiyun said, brushing it off.

After finishing with the flower, she lay down beside Xu Fan.

“Husband, now that we’re both at the chaotic saint level, can we…” Zhang Weiyun looked at Xu Fan with hope.

“Weiyun, I’ve figured out why we can’t have children,” Xu Fan said seriously, looking at her.

“Why?” Zhang Weiyun asked, equally serious.

“Remember when we were at the sect, and I told you my hometown was in a very, very distant place?”

“If we want to have descendants, we must first return to our hometown and find our roots,” Xu Fan said softly.

“Then I will accompany you, husband, to find our hometown and stay with you forever,” Zhang Weiyun said, burying her head in Xu Fan’s chest.

Ten thousand years passed in this peaceful atmosphere.

During these ten thousand years, Xu Fan cultivated while traveling with Zhang Weiyun across the vast worlds within the human territory.

“Main body, the Primordial Supreme Treasure you requested has been completed. Would you like to come and see it?” Number Two’s voice echoed in Xu Fan’s mind.

Xu Fan, who was enjoying the scenery with Zhang Weiyun, paused for a moment.

Finally, a spatial gate opened, and Xu Fan, accompanied by Zhang Weiyun, stepped into the teleportation portal.

In the underground space, Xu Fan gazed at the Primordial Supreme Treasure, which resembled a pool of water.

“The Eternal Soul Pool can hold the karma of all human race beings at the Great Saint level and above.”

“Under the influence of the supreme law-infused water in the Eternal Soul Pool, even the Holy Lord of Chaos cannot erase the karma within the chaotic River of Time,” Number Two explained.

“If I’m not mistaken, this pool requires replenishment with supreme law crystals, doesn’t it?” Xu Fan remarked thoughtfully.

“That’s already been taken care of. The water in this pool can last for tens of millions of years. By then, will this even be an issue?” Number Two replied confidently.

“Alright, you’ve passed this time.”

In the chaotic center, within the Star Sea Clan’s territory, Wang Xiangchi and his two disciples were treasure hunting when they suddenly received a message from Grape.

“Master, the sect’s avatars have been upgraded. We can now return to exchange for higher-level ones,” Han Feiyu said excitedly.

“The best part is that we can now appear in human form,” Jian Wujie added, equally thrilled.

“Alright, let’s head back now.”

At that moment, all members of the human race who had left the territory received the news and began their journey back to the Three Thousand Realms.

A glowing portal opened, and Xu Gang and his wife stepped through.

“Finally, we’re back at the sect!” Xu Gang exclaimed.

After wandering the chaotic center for ten thousand years, Xu Gang felt an unusual weariness.

But the moment he saw the Three Thousand Realms, that weariness vanished.

In the courtyard, Xu Gang and his wife paid their respects to Xu Fan.

“Rise. How was your ten thousand years in the chaotic center?” Xu Fan asked with a smile.

“I observed the fighting strength of the Chaotic Great Saints among the thirteen major clans. It made me realize I still have much to improve and need to continue cultivating,” Xu Gang replied.

“Really? After ten thousand years of wandering, that’s all you’ve gained?” Xu Fan said with a wry smile.

“Well, in that case, go back and focus on your cultivation. Strive to become one of the top-tier powerful beings among the chaotic masters as soon as possible,” Xu Fan said, waving his hand.

Not long after, Wang Yulun and his disciples also returned to the sect, first visiting the courtyard to greet Xu Fan.

“Greetings, Master!”

“Greetings, Master Ancestor!”

“Rise. Did you gain anything during your time away?” Xu Fan asked.

“Over these ten thousand years, our greatest achievement was finding the entrance to the broken Mirror of the Chaotic Mist Area, which hasn’t yet been consumed.”

“However, there’s a thick layer of chaos blocking the way, and we can’t access the passage of unrefined material,” Wang Xiangchi explained.

“Switch your avatars. When you reach that entrance, request the Chaotic Ship from Grape. You can use it to cross,” Xu Fan instructed.

“Thank you, Master.”

After Wang Xiangchi and his disciples left, a faceless figure appeared behind Xu Fan.

“In another thirty thousand years, you’ll advance to the Chaotic Great Saint level. It’s best not to cause any major disruptions during this time.”

Xu Fan looked up, gazing through the Three Thousand Realms toward the distant Chaotic Mist Area.

He sensed a powerful force awakening from the source of the chaotic River of Time.

Meanwhile, in the Underworld Clan’s territory within the chaotic center, another unrestrained force was brewing, waiting to shake the entire Chaotic Mist Area.

“This timing is just too precise,” Xu Fan couldn’t help but mutter.

At that moment, Xu Fan suddenly glanced toward Zhou Kailing’s cave.

A massive chaotic wide road was slowly forming, and a radiant glow from the depths of the Chaotic Mist Area enveloped Zhou Kailing’s cave.

“This little rascal has actually created a path from mortal to chaotic saint. He’s got some serious patience,” Xu Fan said, unable to hold back a laugh.