Chapter 1219

Chapter 1219: Light Sphere

"Senior Huangshan, I’ll treat you to some Great Saint-level Dragon Meat next time we meet," Xu Fan said with a sly grin.

"Sure, just make sure to bring back some crystal dragon brains for my kids," Huangshan replied with a nod.

"Let’s split up. Yuan Lord tasked me with securing at least five light spheres, and time is running out."

A wheel of fate materialized in front of Xu Fan, beginning to trace the paths of the hundred light spheres and the movements of the powerful beings from various races.

Hearing Xu Fan’s words, Huangshan gave a nod.

"Go ahead. If you run into trouble you can’t handle, just call Yuan Lord," Huangshan said before vanishing.

Xu Fan then flew toward a spot where it seemed easier to snatch a light sphere.

The powerful beings of the human race scattered, each taking on the task of securing one to five light spheres based on their strength.

The light sphere Xu Fan aimed for was one that the Myriad Tribes Alliance had its eyes on.

The Myriad Tribes Alliance was a major coalition in the Three Thousand Realms, second only to the human race, beast race, and Ancient God Race.

Most of the Myriad Tribes Alliance consisted of small, unified races from one or several Immortal Realms. They had many powerful beings, but these were often scattered.

Xu Fan soon arrived at the location of the light sphere.

Layer upon layer of chaotic grand formations surrounded the light sphere, creating multiple seals.

To claim the light sphere, one would either have to break through the seals with brute force or skillfully unravel them.

If neither option worked, one would have to wait for the sealing formation to weaken and then compete with the other powerful beings to seize it.

Seeing the intricate seals around the light sphere, Xu Fan understood why Yuan Lord had invited him to the Myriad Tribes Conference.

"These layers of chaotic grand formations can only be unraveled by a handful of beings in the entire Three Thousand Realms," Xu Fan remarked.

At that moment, two Great Saint-level beings from the Myriad Tribes Alliance eyed Xu Fan warily.

"Human Xu Fan, do you really intend to challenge our Myriad Tribes Alliance for this light sphere?" asked a powerful being from the Tianshui Tribe, marked by a red crystal on his forehead.

"Your question is odd. The rules are clear—why should I assume this light sphere belongs to your Myriad Tribes Alliance?" Xu Fan replied calmly.

The Myriad Tribes Alliance had deployed two Great Saints and three Saints to guard this light sphere.

"In that case, we have no choice but to act," one of them said.

In an instant, two overwhelming forces pressed down on Xu Fan.

Their intent wasn’t to harm but to push him away from the light sphere.

The Myriad Tribes Alliance generally maintained good relations with other major races and avoided conflict unless absolutely necessary.

They had already noted individuals like Xu Fan, who were not to be provoked lightly.

Feeling the gentle pressure of the forces, Xu Fan frowned slightly.

"Have the two seniors of the Myriad Tribes Alliance skipped a meal? Why is the force so weak?"

As he spoke, Xu Fan waved his hand, releasing a chaotic rune dragon that began circling the light sphere, deciphering the chaotic formation surrounding it.

Then, he pointed in a direction.

"Eighty thousand light armors in that direction, there’s a light sphere guarded only by two Great Saint-level Ancestral Dragons of the Dragon Race."

"You all need to move faster; before the sealing formation breaks on its own, there’s still hope to arrive," Xu Fan urged.

As he spoke, an impressive thousand-hand illusion appeared behind him, radiating an extremely terrifying aura.

This aura overshadowed the thoughts of the two Great Saints from the Myriad Tribes Alliance.

In the hand of the thousand-hand illusion, a Giant Sword that seemed capable of slicing through chaotic heavens appeared.

The Giant Sword gently plunged into the ground, while the thousand-hand illusion stood with both hands on the sword’s hilt, quietly watching the group of powerful beings from the Myriad Tribes Alliance.

At the moment the Giant Sword appeared, a chill suddenly gripped the hearts of the two Great Saints.

After exchanging a glance, the Tianshui Tribe’s Great Saint looked at Xu Fan and said, "Thank you for the warning."

Then, the group of powerful beings from the Myriad Tribes Alliance rushed toward the direction Xu Fan pointed.

Even the Saints from the smaller clans nearby, who had been spying on the light sphere, quickly left.

Not to mention the aura emitted by Xu Fan’s thousand-hand illusion, just the chill radiating from the Giant Sword was enough to weaken half of their resolve before the battle even began.

Xu Fan looked at the precious gift he had been given and couldn’t help but express regret, saying, "I never had a chance to practice with you. What a pity."

At this moment, the chaotic grand formation surrounding the light sphere began to slowly dissolve due to the rune dragon.

Before the chaotic sealing formation unraveled completely, the light sphere appeared in Xu Fan’s hand.

"Four more light spheres to go~" Xu Fan said as he flew toward the nearest one.

As Xu Fan prepared to break through the space and move quickly, a hand formed from chaotic aura suddenly appeared in the sky, reaching toward him.

A towering shadow of the Ancient Gods Tribe manifested in the distance, glaring at Xu Fan with piercing eyes.

Xu Fan felt the terrifying oppressive force and looked back at the shadow of the Ancient God Race.

"I didn’t expect the god of the Ancient God Race to take notice of this tiny light sphere in my hand."

Countless Space Runes wrapped around Xu Fan, and before the god could respond, he vanished from the air.

"I can’t stop this kid after all," the shadow of the Ancient God Race muttered before fading away.

At this moment, Xu Fan broke through from another space, a slight smile on his face.

"If it weren’t for the gift from my good friend, escaping would have been quite a hassle," Xu Fan thought as a virtual image of the Giant Sword appeared around him, flying back and forth.

He gently waved his hand, and the Giant Sword flew into his grasp.

With a sword light over a thousand meters long slashing out, a long space crack opened wherever it passed.

With the sword retracted, Xu Fan stood upright, contemplating.

"The space barriers here are slowly strengthening; if this continues, even Great Saints won’t be able to break through the space."

As he spoke, the space that the sword light had cut through began to rapidly heal.

Xu Fan wasted no time and took off in a specific direction.

Half a month later, a towering Giant Sword thrust down from the sky.

Several Ancestral Dragons stained the ground with their blood.

The ten fists of the giant hand behind the thousand-hand illusion hammered down on the three Ancestral Dragons that were attempting to revive.

With a flurry of punches, the world fell silent.

Xu Fan waved his hand to collect the bodies of the Ancestral Dragons and turned to walk toward the light sphere not far away.

"That’s the third one; just two more to complete the task," Xu Fan said, glancing up at a direction in the sky.

"Dragon Lord, I’ve already secured three here; are you not going to make a move?"

The thousand-hand illusion behind him flickered, and a Giant Sword emanated a chilling aura.

After Xu Fan’s question hung in the air for a long time without a response, he remarked, "Dragon Lord, you truly have great patience."

With a slight smile, Xu Fan flew toward another gathering place of the Dragon Race.

After obtaining the first light sphere, Xu Fan began to selectively head toward the direction where the Dragon Race strongers were gathering.