Chapter 406: Chapter 404: Ten Thousand Years

The outside world is tumultuous, yet the Human Clan region remains serene and peaceful.

Xu Feng spent ten thousand years comprehending the Xuanhuang Pill outside the Origin Realm.

“The Xuanhuang Alchemy Dao, I never expected it to be like this.”

Xu Feng, having touched the threshold of Xuanhuang Alchemist’s realm, had eyes filled with shock.

Xu Feng stood up and walked out of the Array Formation Secret Realm outside the Human Clan Origin Realm.

“Little Black, how has the Human Clan developed over these ten thousand years?”

“Master, everything in the Human Clan is as usual.”

“The number of Human Clan’s Second Realm powerhouses has reached 423, with 82 at the Second Realm Peak.”

“The Human Clan currently has 1364 Saint Level Alchemists, 327 at Saint Level Peak, and two at the Divine Level.”

“There are 428 Saint Level Artifact Refiners, with 52 at the Peak Realm.”

“There are 236 Saint Level Array Masters, with 18 at the Peak.”

“There are 872 Saint Level Talisman Masters, with 63 at the Peak Realm, and two at the Divine Level.”

Xu Feng paused upon hearing the report of the Talisman Masters, then smiled after checking some details.

“Who would have thought our Human Clan would have such talent in talisman craftsmanship.”

At this moment, as Xu Feng emerged from his retreat, all the strong figures within the Human Clan received the news.

In the blink of an eye, more than 400 Second Realm powerhouses flew out of the spatial rifts around Xu Feng.

“We greet Xu Feng’s emergence from seclusion!” the many Second Realm powerhouses excitedly declared.

Xu Feng, seeing that there were so many new Second Realm powerhouses, wore a smile on his face.

This scene is just as he had imagined; as long as the Human Clan is given a stable environment for growth, it will inevitably become stronger and stronger.

“Stand up, everyone. I had not expected that in just a mere ten thousand years, our Human Clan would have developed to this extent.”

“Cultivate diligently, and strive to reach higher realms in the future,” Xu Feng encouraged.

Then, with a wave of his hand, dozens of Innate Spirit Roots appeared, followed by tens of millions of Hongmeng Purple Coins transforming into Hongmeng Qi.

Although, as per Xu Feng’s instructions, these Human Clan powerhouses already received a gift package upon advancing to the Second Realm.

But this did not prevent Xu Feng from happily giving these Second Realm powerhouses who came to greet him a meeting gift.

Dao Laws began to boil in an area spanning tens of light years.

Wan Dao converged to form a Pill Furnace, within which a realm was naturally created.

Innate Spirit Roots, Chaos Crystals, and Hongmeng Qi transformed into long dragons that surged into the Pill Furnace.

The numerous powerhouses watched the Pill Furnace in front of Xu Feng, created by the condensation of Wan Dao, feeling as if they were witnessing the birth of a nascent world.

And as it evolved through stages of birth, growth, prosperity, and decline to destruction.

After going through five phases, the Pill Furnace exploded instantly.

Over 400 Divine Pills, like flowers scattered by heavenly maidens, fell into the hands of these 400-plus Second Realm powerhouses.

“May you all achieve the Third Realm soon.”

Having said this, Xu Feng had Little Black escort them to the area where his turtle son’s Golden Egg was located.

A region in the Chaos Sea, protected by an Array, where a huge egg shimmering with golden light emitted a powerful aura, breathtakingly intense.

Even Second Realm powerhouses, under its influence, would see their combat power sharply reduced by thirty percent.

Xu Feng sat on top of the Golden Egg, tapping his fingers against it.

“Bang bang!”

A metallic sound echoed.

“The shell of this Golden Egg would probably take quite an effort for even a Third Realm powerhouse to open.”

Originally, Xu Feng was comprehending the three Xuanhuang Pills and wasn’t ready to emerge from seclusion. It was only when Little Gold conveyed through the Classic of Mountains and Seas that there was news of the shell breaking.

“Little Gold, when will you be able to hatch~” Xu Feng said, caressing the Golden Egg.

At that moment, a crack appeared at the top of the Golden Egg starting from Xu Feng’s palm and quickly expanded, multiplying in number.

“ROAR!!”

A roar resembling the chaos itself sounded as a Golden Armored Spirit Turtle, with its shell alone spanning ten million miles, emerged.

At this point, Xu Feng had already moved hundreds of miles away.

“Master, Xiao Jin has ascended to the Second Realm,” the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle shrank and landed on Xu Feng’s shoulder.

Xu Feng took the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle into his palm and examined it closely, looking from the left and right. It looked the same as before, with the only difference being some additional runes on the shell.

The Golden Armored Spirit Turtle opened its tiny mouth in Xu Feng’s palm.

The shattered fragments of the Golden Egg were suddenly enveloped by a terrifying large mouth and then all were devoured.

The Golden Armored Spirit Turtle in Xu Feng’s palm chewed and then raised its head, swallowing the fragments of the Golden Egg.

A faint golden light radiated from the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle once more.

“Master, let me take you back to the Nine Realms Sea for revenge.”

This was the first thing the turtle said after digesting the eggshell.

“No hurry, let’s talk about it when you become stronger,” Xu Feng stroked the head of the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle with his thumb.

In the Xu Family Courtyard, within the Human Clan Origin Realm.

The house-sized Golden Armored Spirit Turtle strolled leisurely, with maids by its side feeding it processed Innate Spirit Roots.

Xu Feng walked alongside it.

“How about it, have you found the name of your kind from your inherited memories?” Xu Feng was curious.

“There are many names in the inherited memories, such as the Hunyuan Divine Turtle, Divine Origin Giant Turtle, Big Realm Turtle…”

“And I can’t find any deeper titles than those.”

“Hunyuan Divine Turtle, that’s an imposing name; you’d know it’s powerful just by hearing it.”

“I’ll have Xiao Ji look up any record about the Hunyuan Divine Turtle in a while,” Xu Feng said with a smile.

Over the past ten thousand years, the strength of the Human Clan had greatly developed, their turtle son ascended to Second Realm, and he himself was on the verge of becoming a Xuanhuang Alchemist.

With further development, once he advances to Xuanhuang Alchemist, it is inevitable that a large number of Third Realm powerhouses will emerge within the Human Clan, securing their strong position in the Yuchuan River Domain.

Xu Feng imagined the future scenes, with his smile growing ever richer.

At this moment, Xu Feng’s nominal disciple Chen Daoling came to pay respects.

“Master, I have fully comprehended the Talisman Dao Great Scripture you gave me, what should I do next?” asked Chen Daoling.

He had become an Immortal Emperor six thousand years ago, and then spent another two thousand years to become a Divine Level Talisman Master.

Nowadays, forty percent of the talismans used by the Human Clan powerhouses were inscribed by him.

“Go to the Human Clan’s Myriad Scripture Pavilion and find the Talisman Dao section. Xiao Hei will grant you maximum access so you can read the related scriptures on Talisman Dao.”

“The future path of the Human Clan’s talisman art rests on your shoulders,” Xu Feng gave his nominal disciple an encouraging look.

“Ah…”

Hearing this, Chen Daoling suddenly felt a sense of having no path ahead.

“Don’t make that face; your talent in talisman art is much stronger than mine.”

“After the Divine Level, the path of Xuanhuang is up to you to slowly predict and progress.”

Xu Feng patted Chen Daoling on the shoulder and left with his turtle son.

In the Divine Palace of the Human Clan, Saint Master Wangan and the three Xu Feng gathered.

“Wangan big brother, when are you ascending to the Third Realm? Do you need me to refine some Divine Pills to assist?” inquired Xu Feng, noticing Wangan’s increasingly wild aura.

“Soon, it’ll be another twenty or thirty thousand years in the outside world.” Wangan said in a deep voice.

“It’s a pity that the True Spirit of Old Qing is injured, otherwise with a few thousand years of battle experience, probably could’ve touched the Third Realm like me.”

Listening to Wangan’s voice of regret, the Saint Master glanced at him.

“The path to the Third Realm, I have touched it too.”

“Just waiting for you to become a Third Realm powerhouse, then I’ll go into seclusion.”