Chapter 492 A Sudden Rise, Mighty Experts Come to Seek Refuge

Chapter 492 A Sudden Rise, Mighty Experts Come to Seek Refuge

After thinking for several days, Han Jue finally made a decision.

"From today onwards, apart from the Hidden Sect Disciples, all Innate Beings shall be Named Disciples. In the future, they may choose their own Masters and become Hidden Sect Disciples. The Nether Clan shall be the Hidden Sect's Youluo, meaning the Great Luo of the Nether Clan within the Hidden Sect. Hopefully, you will not disappoint my expectations. The status of all clansmen shall be equivalent to Hidden Sect Disciples, and the status of the Clan Chief, Han You, shall be equivalent to the Second-Generation Disciples of the Hidden Sect."

Han Jue's voice resounded throughout the entire Dao Field, causing the living beings to be extremely excited.

They could finally enter the Hidden Sect!

The Second-Generation Disciples of the Hidden Sect were Xun Changan, Tu Ling'er, Long Hao, and others. The first generation did not count as Disciples; only Han Jue was of the first generation.

For a time, the entire Hidden Sect became lively once again, and those vague identities also became clear.

Not only were the Innate Beings excited and full of anticipation, but the Nether Clan was also very happy. Previously, when facing the Hidden Sect Disciples, they always tended to feel humble, mainly because Han Jue had not given them an official status.

Now it was good. Han You was equivalent to Han Jue's Disciple and would be able to speak in front of Han Jue in the future. The entire Nether Clan could also be considered Hidden Sect Disciples.

Han Jue could hear the cheers outside, and his mood involuntarily became pleasant.

It seemed that he had still neglected many things usually. Sometimes, a single decision of his could change many people.

Han Jue suddenly thought of Han Duotian.

Perhaps Han Duotian could help him manage the internal affairs of the Hidden Sect. Although Murong Qi was also managing it, it was only in a general sense and he couldn't face every single Disciple to talk specifically.

"Those Disciples whose Aptitude has reached a Bottleneck can help manage internal affairs in the future." Han Jue's thoughts became increasingly clear.

As the Hidden Sect grew larger and larger and there were more Disciples, the potential conflicts and troubles would also increase accordingly. Someone had to keep an eye on them.

However, once the Disciples successively took in Disciples of their own, there probably wouldn't be a need to specifically dispatch many Disciples to manage miscellaneous chores.

With that thought, Han Jue closed his eyes and continued to Cultivate.

Attain the Dao!

This was the major event that Han Jue truly cared about!

Three hundred years later.

Zhou Fan finally returned, but he wasn't alone.

Behind Zhou Fan followed a mighty and vast group of the Human Race, numbering hundreds of thousands.

Arriving before the Dao Field's Formation of the Hundred Peaks Immortal River, Zhou Fan exuded a powerful Aura, forcing the nearby Innate Beings not to dare approach.

"Master, I'm back!"

Zhou Fan shouted loudly.

Han Jue captured the presence of the Human Race and couldn't help frowning.

He certainly couldn't take in the Human Race directly. If it were just a small number of people, it would be fine, but so many people were nearly the entirety of the Human Race. Accepting them would involve too much Karma.

Furthermore, wherever there are people, there are conflicts!

Once accepted, troubles would be endless in the future.

Han Jue's voice was transmitted to Zhou Fan: "Why did you bring so many people here?"

Zhou Fan replied: "Master, rest assured, I will not bring them into the Hidden Sect. I have already taught them for hundreds of years, and I plan to let them settle down nearby for now and leave after they become stronger."

Hearing this, Han Jue's brows smoothed out.

It seemed Zhou Fan didn't have a saintly heart either.

Thinking about it carefully, that was true. This fellow was not a saintly protagonist, but a protagonist with deep grievances and bitter hatred!

Han Jue moved Zhou Fan in.

Zhou Fan quickly came to visit Han Jue. After entering the Taoist temple, he recounted his experiences over the years.

The Human Race could be described as having endured trials and hardships. Their strength was inferior to Innate Beings and Vicious Beasts, making them the weakest race in the current Immortal Realm. To protect them, Zhou Fan had been injured multiple times.

Zhou Fan said: "I thought this Ancient Clan was so formidable, but it turned out to be a tray of loose sand, with various kings popping up everywhere, just like the Yao Race in the past."

Han Jue said: "Don't worry about them so much; Cultivate properly. When the Human Race grows stronger, let them leave. I can allow you to take in a few Human Race Disciples, but you cannot take in the entire Human Race."

"Perhaps they are very united and simple-minded now, but once their cultivation and population grow strong, the Human Race you are familiar with will arrive. You should know what kind of situation that will be."

Zhou Fan nodded. Along the way, most of the hardships he had suffered came from the Human Race.

The Master and Disciple chatted for a while, and then Zhou Fan took his leave.

That very day, the Human Race settled down near the Hundred Peaks Immortal River. After being warned by Zhou Fan, the Innate Beings did not dare to trouble the Human Race.

The appearance of the Human Race did not affect the Hidden Sect.

Following Zhou Fan's recounting of his experiences, the Hidden Sect Disciples learned that not only were they, but Cultivators throughout the entire Immortal Realm were also wholeheartedly Cultivating. During the process of escorting the Human Race, Zhou Fan had encountered the Immortal Caves of quite a few mighty beings, and the tyrannical Auras emanating from them made even him feel palpitations.

After the tribulation ended, ninety percent of all living beings perished, but the remaining ten percent were not mediocre individuals. Most of them had become Boundless Great Emperors, and coupled with the lack of competitive pressure and their respective bitter cultivation, their cultivation could be said to be constantly growing.

The Hidden Sect Disciples certainly did not want to be surpassed by others.

Time continued to flow.

Year after year passed.

One thousand years later.

Han Jue opened his eyes and stood up to stretch his muscles and bones.

He swept his Divine Thought outward and discovered that the population of the Human Race had already exceeded ten million.

In a mere thousand years, under danger-free conditions, the population growth of the Human Race was extremely exaggerated.

Not only that, but they had also built a city.

Han Jue frowned.

They had no intention of leaving!

This city was not casually put together; obviously, a lot of thought had been put into it. Furthermore, order had already been established within the Human Race, and there were all kinds of commercial shops in the city.

It seemed that someone within the Human Race possessed memories from the previous tribulation. Otherwise, if they were all a brand-new Human Race, how could they rapidly build a true city in the dangerous and primitive Early Stage of the Heavenly Dao?

Han Jue quickly smoothed out his brows.

Screw them; anyway, as long as Han Jue didn't open the Dao Field's Formation, the Human Race couldn't possibly enter.

Rumble—

The earth suddenly shook violently, and an incomparably terrifying Aura erupted from afar, its pressure running rampant across heaven and earth.

This Aura was actually even stronger than that of Gu Zhuoyin from before!

Han Jue pinched his fingers to calculate. This Aura was on the other side of the Immortal Realm, extremely far away from the Hundred Peaks Immortal River.

Truly, each generation produces talented people to replace the old.

For this person to vent their pressure like this, they clearly wanted to awe all living beings.

Han Jue didn't care. Although this Aura was strong, he didn't take it to heart.

Another tyrannical Aura erupted from the other side, as if contending with the previous one.

The Hidden Sect Disciples gathered together and began to discuss, curious about who these two people were.

Seven years later.

The Hundred Peaks Immortal River welcomed visitors.

Li Daokong, Li Xuan'ao.

Han Jue spent four billion years of lifespan to confirm that there was no danger before moving them into the Taoist temple.

Li Daokong cupped his fists and smiled, saying: "Long time no see, you seem to have grown stronger once again."

Li Xuan'ao looked at Han Jue. For some reason, he always felt that Han Jue looked a bit familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before—not previously in the Heavenly Court, but rather at…

He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Han Jue asked with a smile: "Why have the two of you come? Could it be that you are inviting me to join the New Human Sect once again?"

Li Xuan'ao let out a cold snort.

Li Daokong said: "Do you dare to oppose a Saint?"

"I don't dare."

"You! Then why did you talk about letting us join the Hidden Sect?"

The one who took over the conversation was Li Xuan'ao, who was somewhat exasperated and flustered.

Han Jue had no favorable impression of him and said: "You guys didn't offend a Saint, did you?"

Li Daokong said calmly: "That's right. We broke ties with our Master and were expelled from the Human Sect."

Han Jue: Accept or not accept?