Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

After several previous conferences, the results of the bloodline baptism have been widely recognized.

For the price of just one herb, one can undergo a bloodline baptism and achieve bloodline enhancement—a deal that's incredibly worthwhile anywhere. Even if there might be some hidden dangers, they seem insignificant in the face of such immense temptation.

As more and more monsters wanted to participate, those who had previously had reservations began to waver. After all, with more monsters participating, their concerns would decrease accordingly.

If you've already participated, why shouldn't I?

Improving one's bloodline can affect one's talent and is crucial to one's future!

Driven by this mentality, almost no monsters could restrain themselves.

In an instant, the entire Beast Realm was bustling with activity, as large numbers of magical beasts flocked towards the plains.

Han Feng changed into the exclusive attire of the Beast Saint, the fabric of which was embroidered with mysterious beast totems, shimmering with a deep luster and exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Qinglin, standing to the side, was also carefully disguised, wearing a lifelike green snake mask. Her eyes beneath the mask were as bright as stars, and she was almost bewitching.

The two stood in the center of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan's army, gazing into the distance. They saw demonic beasts pressing in like dark clouds, rolling in like a surging tide, their imposing momentum chilling to the bone.

If such a beast tide were to impact human nations, few countries in the world would be able to easily withstand it.

This bloodline assembly is unprecedented in scale, and for the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, it is also a severe test of their strength and prestige. If chaos breaks out on site, without a powerful force to control the situation, the disorder will spread like wildfire, instantly spiraling out of control and evolving into a terrible upheaval that devastates the land.

The Nether Serpent Guards had cold and stern expressions, holding cold iron spears. Their black armor gleamed like mirrors, reflecting a chilling aura, and they exuded a fearsome majesty.

Under the powerful deterrence of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan army, the approaching demonic beasts gradually calmed down, quieted down, and waited obediently.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Han Feng steadily stepped out of the army.

"The Sage of Ten Thousand Beasts! The Sage of Ten Thousand Beasts has arrived!"

The group of magical beasts erupted in excitement upon seeing Han Feng appear.

The cheers and applause were deafening, soaring into the sky as if to tear the heavens apart.

Han Feng walked forward step by step, each step seemingly carrying an invisible force, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

After the monsters had calmed down a bit, Han Feng slowly raised his hand and made a downward pressing gesture.

The cheers of the monsters gradually subsided, their eyes fixed on Han Feng.

"Today, we have all gathered here for the transformation and sublimation of our bloodlines, for a stronger self and a brighter future. I, the Holy One, uphold the promise we made to ensure the well-being of all beasts. This Bloodline Baptism Ceremony will be the grandest in history!"

Han Feng's voice echoed across the plain.

After a few seconds of silence, a burst of enthusiastic shouts erupted across the plain, shaking the clouds in the sky.

Seeing the enthusiastic reaction from the group of magical beasts, Han Feng was also somewhat moved.

This was the first time he had commanded so many magical beasts to assist him, and the effects of the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire were fully demonstrated at this moment, truly achieving the goal of uniting the hearts of all beasts.

Han Feng ignited the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire in his hand, and the powerful flames shone brightly in the sky. Quietly, the bloodlines of all the beasts were stirred.

Soon, the Bloodline Baptism Ceremony officially began.

Due to the sheer number of Warcraft participating, the event had to be conducted in batches.

The Nine Netherworld Python Clan was responsible for maintaining discipline at the conference. After distributing the magical beasts in an orderly manner, Han Feng began to baptize them one by one.

At the same time, a large number of medicinal herbs were collected into the treasure trove. Although none of them were particularly rare or precious, their quality was quite good.

Han Feng urgently needs a large amount of healing herbs to refine pills, and these herbs can replenish his inventory.

Time passed slowly, and half a month later, the plains were still teeming with beasts.

Many Warcraft players chose to wait patiently, showing no impatience whatsoever.

Han Feng sensed that the bloodline power within the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire was nearing saturation, so he slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

"The number of magical beasts in the Beast Realm is truly astounding. If things continue at this pace, it seems unlikely that the crisis will be resolved anytime soon..."

Han Feng took a deep breath, circulated the energy within his body, and raised the power of the spiritual fire to another level.

boom!

The Myriad Beast Spirit Fire hung high in the sky like a blazing sun, instantly drawing upon the blood energy within all the magical beasts bathed in its light.

Han Feng decided to complete the bloodline baptism of all the magical beasts in one go. Although this process lacked some fine-tuning, given the sheer number of magical beasts and the time constraints, this was the only option.

As Han Feng exerted his full strength this time, all the magical beasts instantly quieted down, held their breath, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to refining their bloodlines.

Since Han Feng did not draw energy from the other party's bloodline this time, the effect of this final baptism, while not amazing, was still quite good.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the final round of baptism officially came to an end.

Han Feng slowly put away the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed magical beasts on the plaza, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

During this bloodline baptism, he made a bold decision—to infuse a wisp of his soul power into the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire, subtly influencing the magical beasts undergoing the baptism.

In the past, although Han Feng possessed the ability to manipulate the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire to refine his bloodline, he had never used the deeper effects of this manipulative power.

This time, the soul power he infused contained an ingenious design.

In the future, if Han Feng has any needs, he only needs to give an order, and no matter how far apart they are, these baptized magical beasts will gather together without hesitation.

Han Feng named this special technique "The Order to Gather All Beasts".

With these helpers, Han Feng and his companions will have an incomparably sharp spear when they fight against the Soul Clan in the future.

The terror of the beast tide is something even ancient families dare not underestimate.

A single monster may not be something to fear, but what is truly frightening is a large group of monsters charging towards you all at once.

The blood energy gathered by the beast tide is no joke.

If the power of the entire Beast Realm were to be united, it would be enough to change the situation of this battle, and even its course.

After the conference ended, Han Feng didn't say much and left as decisively as before.

His actions also made many monsters admire him even more.

Such selflessness and impartiality make the Sage of All Beasts truly a great saint of the Beast Realm.

Qinglin followed Han Feng back to the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

"Uncle Han, do you come to the Beast Realm every year to hold the Bloodline Baptism Conference?"

Qinglin didn't know Han Feng's purpose in convening the Bloodline Baptism Conference, so she was curious about why Han Feng did it.

Han Feng nodded.

"Are you wondering why I'm doing this?"

"Ah."

"Firstly, refining the bloodlines of magical beasts will help improve my own strength. Secondly, I have a special purpose this time, and I need the help of magical beasts in the Beast Realm."

Han Feng said.

Every time he uses the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire to enhance his cultivation and fight against stronger opponents at higher levels, he consumes his essence and blood power.

Therefore, each supplement is for better performance next time.

This exchange benefits both parties, and at most it will take about half a month.

"Oh."

Qinglin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She was unaware of the current situation on the continent. When she came to the Beast Domain from the Northwest Continent, the world was still at peace.

Before the battle between the ancient families came to a conclusion, the Dou Qi Continent was relatively peaceful and would not be greatly affected.

The only one that is currently experiencing significant instability is the Soul Hall, which has made a comeback.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, Han Feng felt a surge of power spreading out within the landscape painting.

"This is... Zi Yan has woken up?!"

Chapter 425 The Birth of the Dragon and Phoenix

In the landscape painting, the purple crystals begin to emit a dreamlike glow.

Zi Yan absorbed all the energy of the Dragon Emperor's Origin Fruit. At this moment, her eyes trembled slightly, and a dazzling divine light burst forth from her body, shooting straight into the sky.

Within the landscape painting, energy surges and undulates like a raging tide.

The astonishing phenomenon of the birth of the dragon and phoenix completely changed the surrounding environment.

Everything within the Mountain and River Map is constructed from Han Feng's laws.

However, at this moment, influenced by this powerful energy, the world began to change.

The cage that imprisoned Feng Qing'er was also shattered by this immense energy.

At this moment, Feng Qing'er stared blankly at the purple figure in the sky, feeling an indescribable shock, and involuntarily felt an urge to kneel down and worship.

This is the suppression of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix bloodline by the Dragon Emperor bloodline.

"What kind of power is this? Who is she?"

Feng Qing'er was filled with shock and confusion.

In fact, she had noticed Zi Yan long ago.

From the day Zi Yan stepped into the Mountain and River Map and silently absorbed its energy, Feng Qing'er had been watching her closely.

Because that purple energy contained a trace of energy that she desperately craved.

Unfortunately, he was trapped in the stone prison and had no chance to seize it.

And now, it's completely impossible.

If Feng Qing'er previously regarded Mu Qingluan as an adversary, intending to defeat her after achieving mastery of her cultivation, then compared to the mysterious purple-haired woman before her, Mu Qingluan was utterly insignificant, and so was she herself.

For the first time, Feng Qing'er deeply felt the insurmountable despair of blood ties, as if even if she tried her best, she could only look up at it from afar.

Han Feng had already arrived at the Mountain and River Map. With a gentle wave of his hand, he reconstructed the laws to protect Ling Yuan, who was still recuperating, from the impact of this powerful energy.

"Finally out of quarantine."

Han Feng gazed at Zi Yan's figure, a hint of excited joy flashing in his eyes.

The energy that Zi Yan was unleashing at this moment was in no way inferior to that of a three-star Dou Sheng.

Such power is already quite formidable among the current Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan.

Zi Yan's ascension to the Dragon Emperor's throne will be beyond questioning, and no one will dare to utter a single word of criticism.

Zi Yan slowly familiarized herself with this powerful energy.

Although her advancement was a huge leap, she did not find it difficult to control, since she had already adapted to it when absorbing energy in the purple crystal.

Of course, in terms of practical application, Zi Yan still lacks control over this energy.

With a casual wave of her hand, she unleashed a powerful gust of wind.

If Zi Yan were unaware of the gravity of her actions at this moment, she could very well kill a Dou Zun with a single punch.

"Han Feng!"

After calming down, Zi Yan saw Han Feng and a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

The first person Zi Yan saw after exiting the pass was Han Feng. She was in an exceptionally good mood and quickly went to Han Feng, eager to show off her current power.

"How about that? Impressive, right?"

Zi Yan swung her fists into the air, and terrifying force burst forth from her body. It was not an attack mixed with battle qi, but pure force, which tore cracks in the void.

Han Feng looked at the slightly trembling landscape painting and felt a pang of heartache. He quickly said, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

If he messes around like this in the Mountain and River Map and accidentally damages this secret realm, he'll be heartbroken for a long time.

However, the talent of the Ancient Dragon of the Void is indeed terrifying; its power alone has such an amazing effect.

To create such a void simply by relying on brute force would probably require reaching the level of Shi Tian, ​​the patriarch of the Stone Clan.

Zi Yan obediently stopped what she was doing, but glanced at Feng Qing'er beside her and asked, "Who is she?"

Zi Yan's single glance caused Feng Qing'er's body to tremble involuntarily.

Han Feng explained, "These are members of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, whom I have kept in the Mountain and River Map for two years to cultivate their inner energy."

"The Heavenly Phoenix Clan?"