Chapter 1552

Chapter 1552: Millions of Years of Heartache

In the Chaotic Mist Area, all major forces received a piece of news.

The newly ascended Holy Lord of the human race, Xiong Li, stood guard outside the Star Ship to avoid disturbing Xu Fan’s sleep.

“I told you, Friend Xu is definitely a second realm Powerful Being. Otherwise, even after personally teaching his disciple, he wouldn’t be treated with such respect after the disciple became a Holy Lord.”

“This shows that Friend Xu’s identity must be extraordinary. We all thought we knew Friend Xu’s past, but it seems we were far from the truth.”

While many Holy Lords were discussing this, Xu Fan slowly woke up.

When he opened the door, he found Xiong Li standing guard outside.

“What’s going on?” Xu Fan asked, looking at Xiong Li.

“Please guide Xiong Li on his future path, Grand Elder,” Xiong Li said respectfully, bowing.

“What guidance is needed for the future path? Just focus on comprehending the supreme laws and turning them into your own fighting strength,” Xu Fan replied casually.

“You’ll be staying in this realm for quite some time,” Xu Fan added.

“Don’t be impatient; first fully grasp the supreme laws you’re practicing. After a million years, I’ll still be here in the sect to teach,” Xu Fan said.

“I understand, Grand Elder.”

“Recently, I received an invitation from a Holy Lord of the human race to fight in that Chaotic Mist Area,” Xiong Li reported.

“Go if you want. As long as you’re with our lineage, we’ll be safe and sound, no matter where you are.”

“Understood,” Xiong Li responded.

The Star Ship drifted in the Rainbow River for tens of thousands of years.

One day, Xu Fan returned to the Hidden Spirit Sect in the Three Thousand Realms with Zhang Weiyun.

In the courtyard, Xu Fan relaxed in a lounge chair, gazing up at the sky.

Xu Fan felt a sense of complete relaxation.

“This is the benefit of nurturing a pillar,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, a star map of the Chaotic Mist Area appeared before him.

“Shall we go out for a stroll? The human race is worry-free now,” Xu Fan said, stroking his chin.

Information about the surrounding Chaotic Mist Area appeared before Xu Fan.

After reviewing several pieces of data, Xu Fan felt somewhat uninterested.

“Forget it; I’d rather stay in the sect,” Xu Fan said lazily.

At that moment, Xiong Li, who had been fighting outside, suddenly returned to the Three Thousand Realms, appearing severely injured.

Xu Fan looked at Xiong Li in the courtyard, frowning slightly.

“What happened? With your strength, you shouldn’t be wounded this badly.”

“I was trapped in a space by nine Holy Lords from the opposing Chaotic Mist Area and fought for thousands of years before I could escape,” Xiong Li said weakly.

Xu Fan spread his hands, and a stream of green light cascaded like a waterfall toward Xiong Li.

The green light waterfall lasted for a full fifteen minutes before it ended.

Xiong Li’s weak condition improved slightly.

“Since you’ve been beaten, find a way to fight back. If you’re seriously injured, come to me, and I’ll help you recover,” Xu Fan said casually.

Now, Xu Fan had mastered more and more supreme laws; he could use hundreds of them just for healing.

“Thank you, Grand Elder.”

After recovering, Xiong Li left.

But twenty thousand years later, he returned, heavily injured, to the same familiar courtyard in the same spot.

Then, a cascade of colorful spirit light poured down onto Xiong Li.

Seeing this light, Xiong Li was puzzled.

“Grand Elder, why isn’t it green?”

“What’s the point of just one color?” Xu Fan chuckled and waved his hand, urging Xiong Li to get back to fighting.

During this time, with the development of the Nameless Chaotic Mist Area, many Powerful Beings emerged from Xu Fan’s lineage.

Additionally, with rewards from large-scale campaigns against other Chaotic Mist Areas, hundreds of chaotic saints appeared within just twenty thousand years, along with six Chaotic Great Saint Powerful Beings.

One of these Chaotic Great Saints surprised Xu Fan; he was an old acquaintance from long ago.

One day, in a garden of the Hidden Spirit Sect, Xu Fan met this old friend.

“Brother Ye, it’s been a long time.”

This voice seemed to carry across millions of years.

“Holy Lord Xu, it’s good to see you,” Ye Xiaoyao said with a bitter smile.

“I was too ashamed to face you before, but now that I’ve become a Chaotic Great Saint, I dare to appear before you.”

“No need for such formality between us brothers,” Xu Fan replied.

In the pavilion, Xu Fan personally poured tea for Ye Xiaoyao.

Ye Xiaoyao felt somewhat overwhelmed.

“I know about your journey, Brother Ye. I’m just curious—when did you start laying your plans?” Xu Fan asked, genuinely interested in catching up with his former brother.

After all, this brother had treated him well when they first met, but later, he was led astray by the Sky Sword Immortal Emperor.

Ye Xiaoyao understood what Xu Fan was asking.

“When our Que Tian Gate in Xiangzhou was destroyed, I began to secretly make my plans.”

“Back then, under the influence of the Sky Sword Immortal Emperor, I wronged you, Holy Lord Xu. Please forgive me,” Ye Xiaoyao said, lowering his head. After so many years, he finally spoke the words he had longed to say.

“No need for such formality between us brothers. It’s been tens of thousands of years; those old matters are long gone. Besides, I also played my part back then,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

“Brother Ye, I still admire you. You held back for so many years and actually managed to take down the Sky Sword Immortal Emperor.”

“That was just for my own survival; it’s not some grand strategy.”

“I came mainly to settle our past grievances with you, Holy Lord Xu,” Ye Xiaoyao said. He had sensed that, at one point, Holy Lord Xu had avoided him.

“No grievances to speak of. Looking back, it’s all quite amusing.”

“I heard you’ve been quite brave in that Chaotic Mist Area. If you ever need anything, come find me in the Three Thousand Realms,” Xu Fan said sincerely.

“I wouldn’t dare trouble you, Holy Lord Xu. Just being able to resolve my regrets after all these years is enough,” Ye Xiaoyao said with deep emotion.

After reminiscing about the past, Ye Xiaoyao took his leave.

Xu Fan watched Ye Xiaoyao leave, feeling a sense of relief.

“No matter what, at least the outcome is good.”

At that moment, Xu Gang and Wang Xiangchi returned, injured.

Seeing their sorry state, Xu Fan waved his hand, using the supreme law to restore them to their peak condition.

“What happened? Did you challenge a Holy Lord?” Xu Fan asked lightly.

“We ran into the Holy Lord from the opposing Chaotic Mist Area and barely escaped with our lives,” Wang Xiangchi said, feeling like he had just survived a disaster.

“Lucky you. Whoever chased you, write their name in your little notebook. Tell Xiong Li that anyone who dares mess with the Hidden Spirit Sect will pay for it,” Xu Fan said boldly.

Now that the sect had Holy Lord-level Powerful Beings, no one could push them around.

“I’ve already told Xiong Li. He’s out there in the Chaotic Mist Area, hunting down that Holy Lord.”

Just then, Number Four appeared beside Xu Fan.

“Gather the team from the last Holy Lord hunt and head to the Chaotic Mist Area. Number Four will handle the tracking.”