After sorting through the entire process of refining the Profound Yellow Supreme Treasures he would need over the next nearly ten thousand years, Xu Fan's consciousness finally returned to his main body. In the Small Courtyard, Xu Fan lay on the recliner and gazed at the sky, unable to stop himself from recalling that streak of sword intent. In Xu Fan's eyes, that sword intent was incomparably pure, representing a magnificent, orthodox path of swordsmanship. From that sword intent, Xu Fan seemed to glimpse another path of cultivation.
A strand of the purest sword intent condensed in Xu Fan's palm.
At his will, the sword intent transformed into different Spiritual Swords.
In the end, it transformed into a crystal sword in the sky and descended beside Xu Fan, becoming a Spiritual Sword formed from the purest sword intent. "The realm is infinite, the Dao knows no end."
Xu Fan finally murmured, a conflicted feeling of yearning and exhaustion rising in his heart. Just as Xu Fan decided to go be a Salted Fish, he suddenly received a plea for help from Sheng Wanchuan. The Minor World he had only just condensed into form had been targeted by a group of Chaos Saint Level giant beasts. Hearing this, the corners of Xu Fan's mouth curled slightly. "So there are benefits to being in that God-Devil Pasture."
"At the very least, those Chaos Saint Level giant beasts won't openly launch a massive invasion of the world."
"Grape, how many Great Saint Level disciples are there in the Sect now?" Xu Fan asked. He had spent some time in the border world and had not paid attention to news in this regard after returning. "The Sect currently has 36 Great Saint Level experts," Grape's voice replied.
"Post a large-scale mission on the Sect