A hundred years drifted by. During those hundred years, the Three Thousand Realms were unusually peaceful. All foreign races either left or submitted beneath some Human Race faction.
Those top races originally of the Three Thousand Realms, all those at the Golden Immortal level and above, left the Three Thousand Realms under the leadership of their clan's powerhouses to seek out new Great Worlds to survive in.
"Master, the area Yuan Shi Sect assigned to our Hidden Spirit Sect has already been cleared. Should we send some disciples to take control of those places?" Grape's voice rang out.
By now, Xu Fan had recovered to his peak state and was preparing to become a Mortal so the system could regress.
"Yes. Build your network in those regions, then draw up a duty roster. Just assign one disciple permanently to each region," Xu Fan instructed.
"By your command, Master."
At this point, the overall strength of the Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples in the Three Thousand Realms had already surpassed that of Yuan Shi Sect. If Xu Fan wished it, the entire Three Thousand Realms would be wholly under his control within less than a thousand years.
"Husband, after unifying the Three Thousand Realms, should the Human Race begin expanding?" Zhang Weiyun asked curiously.
"No. We'll consolidate our resources, escape this place, and head for the Outer Area of the Chaos Center," Xu Fan said.
As he spoke, he placed a black stone on the board, effortlessly devouring one of Zhang Weiyun's great dragons.
"This region enclosed by the two Great Gods and Devils Empires imposes immense restrictions, stopping countless Monsters at the Great Saint realm."
"If the Human Race wishes to develop, we must leave this region," Xu Fan explained, signaling that Zhang Weiyun could concede.
As Xu Fan spoke, a