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Chapter 170 The Talent Activated Again, One of the Three Thousand Great Daos...

"Kill them all! Kill them all!"

"What kind of bullshit Celestial Race is this? They're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!"

The Northwest Tiger roared, "I've heard that the Celestial Race has secret patterns on their bodies, containing the power of gods descending to earth, making them impervious to all magic. If I could skin them and make them into a divine skin coat, that would be amazing!"

"You tiger-skin coat, you've got your eye on someone else." Everyone burst into laughter.

Undoubtedly, everyone on Longhu Mountain was overjoyed. Yang An's presence gave them tremendous support, and they felt instantly at ease.

Chu Feng and Huang Niu were arguing.

Lin Nuoyi stepped forward to greet Yao Yao as she landed.

The group entered Longhu Mountain together, finally finding a stable environment for discussion.

“Our influence now extends all over the world, and we have almost ruled over all the countries. Now that you have returned, my lord, those few people can only submit to the trend of the times.” Ye Qingrou said with a happy expression.

"These are all minor matters. If anyone disagrees, just kill them. Don't waste any more time on this." Yang An waved his hand. In his opinion, after a year, the Paradise Organization was still not fully unified, which was a bit backward.

"I knew it, we still haven't killed enough!" Lu Shiyun muttered to herself.

"Yes, yes, the little white tiger is right. Your cultivation has improved quite a bit. The freedom of the twenty-four shackles?" Yang An rubbed her head. Lu Shiyun blushed slightly, but she was very pleased.

“I’ve improved a lot too, my lord~~” Jiang Luoshen wrapped herself around him, her nine snow-white fox tails rubbing against Yang An, exuding a captivating charm.

Yang An naturally welcomed them all and embraced them in his arms.

As for Chu Feng, Huang Niu, Da Hei Niu, and the others, they wisely went outside Longhu Mountain to arrange matters on Earth. Some things can be properly addressed after Yang An returns.

"Let's not talk about them. Your cultivation has progressed even faster. Where exactly have you been this past year? In the mortal realm?"

Yao Yao chuckled softly, her soul solidifying completely. Dressed in red, she resembled a blooming red spider lily, beautiful and alluring. Unconcerned about Yang An's embraces on either side, she was filled with emotion and was deeply shocked.

Returning over the corpses of saints!

This statement came true.

It's incredible that he accomplished this in just one year.

There was more than one saint who came to attack Earth; all the quasi-saints and saints were annihilated!
Using the most terrifying methods to awe the universe and rule the world, even the Celestial Race is probably on edge right now. Although the Netherworld Race was nominally the one attacking Earth in ancient times, those in the know are aware of who was behind it all.

With the appearance of Yang An, the Lord of Heaven, they are probably having a hard time sleeping and eating!
"It's nothing."

"A saint from the underworld...hehe." Yang An chuckled, not caring, and changed the subject, "It seems you have also made some progress in the spiritual path."

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that Yao Yao had almost completely escaped the predicament of being a remnant soul. It was already incredible that a dead person could continue to improve their cultivation, and even reach the realm of a sub-saint.

Even if Yang An had not returned today, Yao Yao, whose spirit had reached the level of a Quasi-Saint, could still single-handedly defeat Quasi-Saints Jin Lang and Yin Jiu Que.

Even when facing a sage, they are not without the power to fight.

"It wasn't entirely my own doing; it also had something to do with Nuoyi." Yaoyao didn't take all the credit, her expression somewhat emotional. "I never expected that possessing her would have such benefits. Her divine power awakened, nourishing my soul as well, and many fragmented soul light knowledge emerged."

"I suspect she was a supreme being in her past life."

"Reincarnation is such a fantastical thing." Lin Nuoyi, dressed in white with a gentle demeanor, shook her head slightly, not entirely convinced.

But Yang An revealed a shocking secret: "There really is a cycle of reincarnation on Earth, right beneath Kunlun!"

This news shocked both Yao Yao and Lin Nuoyi.

"However, there is great danger there, so it's best not to go there casually." Yang An shook his head and gave a reminder. He wasn't even sure if he could come and go freely right now, and he would wait until he finished dealing with things in the starry sky before making a decision.

"Cough cough cough! He's right. The invasion by the Celestial Race and the Netherworld Race in ancient times was related to the cycle of reincarnation. You must be careful."

The atmosphere of being surrounded by beauties was broken when a cough came from deep within the earth, from Yao Yao's grandfather.

Yang An told Ye Qingrou, Lu Shiyun, Jiang Luoshen, and others to step back first, and that he would help them improve their strength later. He then led Yao Yao and Lin Nuoyi into the underground.

After thinking for a moment, he summoned Chu Feng and Huang Niu out of thin air.

"Awooo! Where did this old zombie come from!" Chu Feng and Huang Niu were startled. Suddenly, they were pulled over and saw a black-haired figure staring straight at them.

“This is my grandfather.”

Yao Yao remained expressionless.

His expression froze, and he gave an awkward laugh. "Hello, Grandfather. Hello, Grandfather."

"Alright, Chu Feng, you don't need to hide your identity here anymore." Yang An waved his hand, bringing Chu Feng and Huang Niu over so that he could handle some matters.

"So you really are Chu Feng. What Wu Lunhui? Now I've got you covered up." Huang Niu chuckled twice. "If you don't want me to tell your uncle and aunt, hurry up and give me two sacred fruits. I know you definitely have some."

"Newborn!" Chu Feng roared, pounding the yellow ox with his fist.

A man and an ox fought a great battle in the chaos, obliterating the underground fire demons and soul demons.

Yang An let them play around without paying any attention. He looked at Yao Yao's grandfather, who had been sealed by gods and demons when his cultivation was low. Now, cracks had appeared, which was why Yao Yao's grandfather had grown black hair again.

Yao Yao's grandfather said in a low voice, "This year, the reflections of the heavens approached and lingered, very vigilant. I launched several attacks, but failed to stop them and could only frighten them away."

He felt somewhat helpless; even if he wanted to go on a killing spree in just fifteen minutes, he had to be careful.

"It's alright, you've done enough." Yang An said calmly. It was just a backup plan, nothing of great importance, enough to hold out until he returned. "I said I would help you lift the curse on the mortal realm, and now it's time to fulfill that promise."

Under Yao Yao's hopeful gaze, he grabbed Yao Yao's grandfather's hairy arm, and then the Heavenly Pure Fire ignited the hair, penetrating into every pore and tiny spot along the hair to thoroughly purify it!
His cultivation reached the legendary level, and his demon wings transformed into angel wings. The Heavenly Pure Fire also evolved, becoming more sacred and driving away all misfortune.

Soon the curse on Yao Yao's grandfather was completely purified, and with a snap, a mother gold talisman fell out.

"Alright." Yang An released his grip, picked up the mother gold talisman, and immediately grasped its secret patterns and principles. He imitated them in his mind and instantly understood how to use it.

This method is ruthless and vicious, but it is indeed effective when used on enemies.

"If you can plant mother gold, you can naturally plant supreme divine gold, plant immortal gold, and then derive divine medicine to produce the fruit of immortality? Using a Great Emperor, or a True Immortal or Immortal King as nourishment?"

Yang An's mind was suddenly filled with wonderful ideas. The Lord's brain, the forbidden zone of God, now his wisdom and understanding were almost unimaginable. With a single thought, he came up with many uses and created similar methods.

He returned the mother talisman to Yao Yao's grandfather, who waved his hand, saying it was a sad thing and he did not want to accept it.

Yang An decided to leave it behind as a pretext for cursing others in the future.

"Thank you!"

Yao Yao's grandfather clasped his hands in a fist salute, revealing his true appearance. After breaking free from the curse, he looked very young, appearing to be just middle-aged, and was exceptionally majestic.

"Grandpa!" Yao Yao was also excited, looking at Yang An with her beautiful eyes full of tears, "Thank you so much, Yang An."

"It's nothing, a small matter." Yang An waved his hand. Why not rescue Yao Yao's grandfather in the process?

"Are you going to start a war to destroy stars...? This time I can finally participate!" Yao Yao's grandfather spoke with Yang An in detail, his eyes revealing murderous intent and hatred. He never expected that he, who came from the mortal world, would be defeated in the underworld.

In the mortal realm, he was displaced and had a mother golden talisman planted in his body. He came to the ancestral land of the underworld, settled down, started a family, and finally got a better life, only to be terribly harmed by a group of natives.

His anger intensified.

"Let's do it in three days. Let's take care of some things on Earth first." Yang An was very calm. He didn't have the same resolute hatred as Yao Yao's grandfather, after all, it wasn't his family that was slaughtered.

It's hard to truly empathize.

However, since the Celestial Race had offended the Lord's majesty, and he had already said he would exterminate them, not even sparing his own race in the mortal realm, he would naturally fulfill his promise, starting from the underworld and proceeding step by step.

"Alright! Then I won't bother you young people any longer."

Yao Yao's grandfather glanced at it twice, laughed heartily, and then disappeared, quickly returning to his original state.

"Grandfather!" Yao Yao blushed slightly. Her grandfather had just telepathically told her that he would find a great medicine to reshape her body so that she could hold her next generation as soon as possible.

"Ouch!"

Before Chu Feng and Huang Niu's battle was over, Yang An grabbed both of them.

"Now I'm giving you a task," he said casually, assigning the tasks.

"understand!"

Chu Feng and Huang Niu's eyes lit up. They stood at attention for a moment, then left.

Yang An, with a slight thought, led Lin Nuoyi and the others to the depths of the Paradise Secret Realm, into his own territory.

After returning to the Sacred Ruins, the Mark of the Gods sent a message. The talent was activating its power and taking action again. I hadn't looked at it carefully before, but now I could take a look.

Various scriptures, talismans, and patterns transformed into a torrent of information, and Yang An's heart stirred. He instantly understood what he had gained—an old acquaintance.

"The Great Refining Technique of the Three Thousand Great Daos!"

"The Great Yin-Yang Technique of the Three Thousand Great Daos!"

Having acquired two of the Three Thousand Great Daos in succession, he discovered that his talent was somewhat like catching a sheep and fleecing it relentlessly.

"However, these two Great Daos of the Three Thousand are indeed of great use to me." Yang An smiled. Putting aside everything else, this Great Refining Treasure Technique is absolutely heaven-defying, even surpassing the Saint King Great World in this aspect.

After all, the ancestor of the Eternal Life Great World was a supreme artifact. It is unclear what level of existence it was equivalent to in the Saint King Great World, but the Dao of artifacts it represented was profound and extensive.

Immortal artifacts and immortal artifacts can even be stronger than cultivators!
The Holy King's artifact is far from sufficient. The Mark of the Gods may be magnificent, but can it compare to the Sovereign? Obviously not!

(End of this chapter)