Chapter 649: Dijiang

Continue!

Han Jue made his choice directly.

To him, the Nether Clan was a very powerful and important force that must be supported.

He was still looking forward to cultivating ten thousand Quasi-Saints to wreak havoc in the Chaos!

Han Jue then entered the Evolution Illusion.

Opening his eyes, Han Jue arrived in a gloomy great hall. On both sides stood massive stone pillars carved with mysterious Vicious Beasts. The surface of the pillars appeared transparent, with magma surging inside, making the atmosphere within the hall eerie and terrifying.

The ceiling was filled with rolling dark clouds, standing millions of feet high, as if it were its own world.

Han Jue looked ahead and saw ten massive stone statues standing there. The statues had ferocious and violent appearances, each in a different pose.

In front of the ten stone statues was a stone staircase with millions of steps, leading to an altar suspended high in the air.

On the altar sat a burly, bare-chested man in meditation. His black hair was wild and disheveled, and his muscles possessed immense visual impact, resembling a humanoid Vicious Beast.

A line of text appeared before Han Jue's eyes:

[Dijiang: Great Dao Sage, Leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Immeasurable Great Emperor, descendant of Pangu]

Han Jue was greatly shocked; the Ancestral Witches were actually still alive?

Then these ten stone statues must be the remaining ten Ancestral Witches!

Even Di Jun was still alive, so it was normal for Dijiang to be alive as well.

In the prehistoric mythology Han Jue knew, the Witch Clan and the Yao Race were the two most powerful races between heaven and earth. In order to vie for supremacy, they unleashed the Immeasurable Calamity. Aside from Empress Houtu who transformed into Reincarnation, all of the Twelve Ancestral Witches perished together with Di Jun and the Eastern Sovereign Supreme in a tragic manner.

It now seemed that this history was not real; after all, Han Jue had not experienced that period of history.

Dijiang suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "Who is intercepting the Bloodline of my Witch Clan?"

Dijiang calculated with his fingers, his expression strange.

"Houtu… sigh, never mind…"

Dijiang began to raise his hand to cast a spell. Seeing this, Han Jue understood that it was Dijiang who was restricting the Realm of the Nether Clan. As for why he was restricting them, that remained unknown.

The dream shattered.

Returning to reality, Han Jue stroked his chin in thought.

The best way to resolve this matter was to kill Dijiang.

But Dijiang had no grievances with him, so he naturally wouldn't do such an immoral thing.

Never mind, he would wait a bit longer.

In any case, Dijiang was trying to contact Empress Houtu. Once the siblings met and clarified the matter, the restriction on the Nether Clan's Realm should be lifted.

Han Jue had a deeper understanding of the Great Dao Sage.

This kind of suppression of future generations' Bloodline was like the Lord of the Great Dao controlling the cultivators of that Great Dao.

Impressive!

Han Jue had also performed Bloodline suppression on Han Tuo, but that was done personally. Unlike Dijiang, who could do it easily across countless spaces, it was truly inconceivable.

Thinking carefully, Han Jue actually had no way to kill a Great Dao Sage.

The previous Chaos God and Zhunti appeared to have fallen, but in reality, they were merely faking their deaths, preventing Han Jue from continuing to target them.

The only one who had fallen was Dao Undying, who was severely injured by Ancestor Xitian, which could be considered the combined effort of Han Jue and Ancestor Xitian.

Han Jue shook his head and chuckled, no longer dwelling on it.

In any case, he would sooner or later surpass the Great Dao Sage!

One day, the Great Dao Sage would be like chickens and dogs before him, killable with a mere wave of his hand!

…

Immortal Realm, Human Race Imperial City.

Inside a mansion, Han Yu was meditating and Cultivating in the courtyard. He wore a white robe, retaining the temperament of his youth, though he appeared composed and dignified, with a face weathered by the passage of time.

A figure suddenly appeared before him; it was Long Hao, Han Jue's Disciple.

Long Hao was handsome and resembled the Evil Heavenly Emperor. Standing together with Han Yu, it was as if Han Jue were facing the Evil Heavenly Emperor.

Han Yu sensed his arrival but did not open his eyes, asking, "What is it?"

Long Hao chuckled, "I'm planning to attack the Dragon Court. Want to join forces? Once I take control of the Dragon Court, you can choose any Sharp Weapon you want. You should know that the Dragon Clan loves collecting treasures."

Han Yu opened his eyes and rolled them at him, retorting irritably, "Last time I accompanied you to explore a Secret Realm, my Physical Body was destroyed. You still want to scam me?"

At this moment, Haotian's soul manifestation rose above Long Hao's head. Haotian laughed, "Little Friend Han Yu, you can't say it like that. Didn't we give you the best Heaven And Earth Treasure?"

"Pfft, what counts as that? In the Human Race, I, Han Yu, can obtain treasures of equal value with just a single word!" Han Yu huffed.

Han Yu had seen Haotian before, so he was not surprised at the moment.

Haotian blew his beard and glared, saying, "Can the Human Race compare to the Dragon Clan?"

"Tsk tsk, can the Human Race defeat the Dragon Clan? If we fail, the Human Race will be in trouble!"

Han Yu replied sarcastically, and the two sides began to argue.

After arguing for a while, Han Yu had a headache. He looked at Long Hao and asked, "Must you go?"

Long Hao spread his hands, "No choice, my Master gave the order. If I don't complete it, I'm afraid I'll be expelled from the sect."

Han Yu asked curiously, "Who exactly is your Master? A Master of a Golden Immortal must be very strong, right? At least a Quasi-Saint?"

He had been curious before, but Long Hao refused to say.

Long Hao laughed, "My Master is a Saint. How about that? With such a big backer, you can rest easy, right?"

Han Yu said disdainfully, "My Master is also a Saint!"

"Your Master would have to kowtow before my Master!"

"Impossible!"

Han Yu said angrily, as if he had been insulted.

In his heart, Li Daokong was an upright and mighty figure, the person with the most backbone in the entire Heavenly Dao.

Long Hao chuckled, laughing even more happily inside.

Silly kid!

He had calculated that Han Yu was a descendant of Han Jue, but he didn't say anything.

Han Yu looked so similar to Han Jue, so there must be a connection, and he was even taken as a Disciple by Li Daokong.

Since Li Daokong hadn't revealed the truth, he naturally dared not interfere, lest he disrupt Han Jue's plan.

"Alright, seriously, come with me. I need you," Long Hao said seriously.

Han Yu's strength was not bad; having inherited Li Daokong's mantle, he rarely met an opponent within the same Realm.

After the Heavenly Dao restarted, Long Hao's former Dragon Court had long ended, and there were few old acquaintances left. He had visited some old acquaintances before, but they all wanted to distance themselves from him and were unwilling to follow him, which almost angered him to death.

With no other choice, he could only look for Han Yu.

Long Hao said, "You can tell the Human Emperor about this. The Human Race is currently stuck in a difficult situation. To achieve a great breakthrough, one must take risks. Once I control the Dragon Clan, I can help the Human Race. I possess the True Dragon Clan Bloodline and am myself a Golden Immortal. The Four Seas Dragon Kings are not my match, but I am alone and weak, so I need you to help hold back the Dragon Clan's shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

Of course, this was just empty talk.

He wanted to prove his connections to the Dragon Clan.

Han Yu said, "I'll go find the Human Emperor."

"Go, go, go now."

Long Hao urged, and Han Yu had no choice but to set off.

An hour later, Han Yu appeared in the courtyard, accompanied by several others, all of whom were high-ranking members of the Human Race, including the Human Emperor.

The Human Emperor looked to be in his early forties; he was not handsome, but his features were filled with majesty, and he wore a black robe.

The other Human Race mighty figures looked at Long Hao seriously, on high alert, as if they were ready to strike at any moment.