In the deep space of the universe, a giant cauldron was burning with raging fire, illuminating more than half of the sky. Eight old men surrounded the giant cauldron, and the light in their eyes turned into substance, with excitement on their faces.
"Three thousand Great Dao, one out of the three thousand. This is our last chance!"
"Hah!"
The eight old men shouted at the same time, forming a mysterious seal with their hands, and struck the central big cauldron at the same time.
"Dong..."
The great cauldron trembled, and the flames suddenly went out. Endless divine light erupted, and three thousand multicolored specks of light shot out like fireworks, scattering throughout the world.
"The seed has been planted, and it will only grow into a towering tree!"
Fifteen years later, the Cloud Continent would take shape.
"Han Yan, three stalks of first-grade spirit medicine... Han Cheng, two stalks of first-grade spirit medicine..."
In the martial practice field of the Han family in Light City, all the teenagers whose names were called ran to the high platform excitedly to receive the cultivation fee for this month. The more talented they were and the stronger they were, the more cultivation fee they would receive.
"Han Yu, a second-grade elixir..."
As soon as he finished speaking, almost at the same time, the people on the Martial Arts Practice Field cast their eyes on the young man standing in the corner at the back of the crowd.
"One second-grade elixir is equivalent to ten first-grade elixirs. I didn't expect that Han Yu would get the most!"
"Isn't it said that the stronger you are, the more resources you get for your cultivation? Why does Han Yu receive the most compensation every month?"
As soon as Han Yu got on the high platform, countless cold eyes swept over him. Han Yu did not avoid them and faced them calmly. The middle-aged man sitting in the middle with white hair on his temples nodded slightly, and his eyes were full of love. This was Han Zhan, the patriarch of the Han Clan, Han Yu's father.
"For me, my father is under great pressure. I must do something!"
Han Yu clenched his fists. He had been recognized as a good-for-nothing, but he brought the most cultivation compensation every month. It could be imagined how much pressure Han Zhan was under.
At this moment, the First Elder Han Qingyun, who was sitting next to Han Zhan, suddenly stood up, walked to the field, and said loudly, "Today, I want to announce an important thing to everyone!"
Han Yu suddenly had a bad feeling.
There was a sneer on Han Qingyun's face, and then he said, "After careful discussion in the Council of Elders, we have decided to remove the position of Clan Head Han Zhan!"
"What?" Most of the people were shocked. Although Han Zhan was a little protective of the distribution of spirit medicine, he would not remove the position of clan leader, would he?
Han Zhan stared at Han Qingyun and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with me?"
Han Qingyun looked at Han Zhan aggressively and said, "You, Han Zhan, have made three mistakes. First, since you inherited the position of patriarch, our Han family has declined from the first family in Mang City to the third. Second, in the past three years, our Han family has been ranked last in the three tribes' tests. Third, you almost poured all the cultivation materials of our family into your good-for-nothing son, regardless of other children. What else do you have to say about such three mistakes?"
"My son, Han Zhan, is definitely not a good-for-nothing!" Han Zhan stood up and said in a deep voice.
Han Qingyun curled his lips and said rudely, "We all know whether Han Yu is a good-for-nothing or not. Do you admit to the above three sins?"
"Humph!" Han Zhan snorted and looked at the sky with his hands clasped behind his back.
A smile flashed across Han Qingyun's face, and he said loudly, "Since you have admitted your guilt, well! I declare that from today on, we will dismiss Han Zhan..."
"Hold on!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came!
A young man who was clenching his fists slowly raised his head. His face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. This person was Han Yu, who was standing not far from Han Qingyun.
"First, my Han family is declining day by day. Did it start from my father? Second, in the past three years, the three clans will try to be the last. That's your descendant's nest. Third, I, Han Yu, am not a good-for-nothing!"
Every time Han Yu said a word, his body trembled, but his voice was sonorous and powerful, which reached the bottom of everyone's heart!
Han Qingyun's face was extremely ugly. The decline of the Han family and the Han family's last place in the three clan's competition for three years was indeed not Han Zhan's fault.
However, the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to bring down Han Zhan was right in front of him. He would not let it go so easily. His face darkened and he shouted, "How dare you! Are you qualified to speak here?"
Han Yu stared into Han Qingyun's eyes, neither humble nor arrogant. "I'm telling the truth!"
Han Qingyun's face trembled, and he was speechless for a moment. He was extremely angry and said with a smile, "Well, well, well, tomorrow is the clan gathering. Are you a good-for-nothing? Use your strength to prove it to everyone!"
"Han Zhan, if your son takes the first place in the clan gathering, it means that what you have done is right. But if you can't take the first place, how can you, the patriarch, give an explanation to hundreds of old and young members of the Han family?"
Han Zhan snorted and said, "I can't take the first place. At worst, I won't be the patriarch!"
Han Yu looked at Han Zhan in surprise. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms.
Regardless of the trembling youth, Han Qingyun pointed to Han Yu and said, "Not only can you not continue to be the patriarch, but this good-for-nothing can never step into the Han family!"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. How could Han Yu win first place in the clan gathering where experts gathered? Wasn't it obvious that he was going to chase Han Yu out of the Han family?
Han Zhan's eyes were burning with anger. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, deal!"
Back home, Han Yu took out the second-grade spirit medicine he got today, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
"I hope this second-grade elixir can feed you enough!"
Han Yu held the second-grade elixir tightly in his hand and quietly ran the mental cultivation method. At this time, a terrible devouring power came from the depths of his dantian and absorbed all the essence of the second-grade elixir with the momentum of wind and clouds.
Generally speaking, a cultivator at the third level of the Yuan and Martial Arts Realm would not be able to refine a second-grade spirit medicine in less than three days and nights. But it only took one minute for Han Yu to refine it, because there was a black hole in his Dantian that could devour all the spiritual power.
On the Cloud Continent, martial arts was the most important thing. The known cultivation level was the Primordial Martial Arts, Black Tortoise, Spiritual Martial Arts, Soul Martial Arts, and so on. The Primordial Martial Arts Realm was the entry level of cultivators. It was divided into nine levels, and the first three levels were body refining. Body refining was based on soaking in medicinal materials and practicing strength. The black hole had little effect on Han Yu, but after reaching the third level of Primordial Martial Arts, it was to absorb the essence of heaven and earth and refine it into Primordial Qi for his own use.
Whether it was Han Yu refining the spirit medicine or directly absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi from heaven and earth, they were all swallowed by the black hole at the first time. Therefore, since he reached the third level of the Yuanwu Realm at the age of 12, Han Yu's cultivation had not improved at all.
However, Han Yu firmly believed that sooner or later, the black hole would be filled. As long as the black hole was filled, he could continue to cultivate. However, this second-grade spirit medicine was obviously not enough to fill the greedy black hole.
"Do you really want my father to lose the position of patriarch because of me?" Han Yu gritted his teeth tightly.
