God of Fishing Chapter 2909 - 2909 Han Fei Came to the Heavenly Race (1)

Chapter 2909 - 2909 Han Fei Came to the Heavenly Race (1)

2909 Han Fei Came to the Heavenly Race (1)

Yi Wulang undoubtedly had no chance to escape. Even more than a hundred people couldn’t take down Han Fei. How could Yi Wulang resist him alone? And in a sneak attack, he didn’t even have a chance to resist before being sealed by Han Fei.

Han Fei was going to the Heavenly Race to steal the Spring of Life and the small vine. Even if Yi Wulang didn’t come, he would take the initiative to find a strong master of the Heavenly Race and sneak in disguising himself as that strong master.

Who knew that he would meet Yi Wulang as soon as he left the Chaotic Wasteland?

He didn’t intend to communicate with Yi Wulang, because there was no need. Han Fei directly launched a soul search on Yi Wulang. It was better for him to learn the information of the Heavenly Race in person.

An hour later.

Han Fei scratched his head. This was a little annoying! This was because he had learned some important intelligence from Yi Wulang’s memories.

For example, the thing that gave birth to the Spring of Life was a divine tree called the Heavenly Ancestor. Its history was so long that Yi Wulang hadn’t been born when it came to life. The entire Heavenly Clan only knew that the Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree had lived since ancient times. However, they didn’t know in which era it was born, including Yi Wulang.

However, Yi Wulang knew that the Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree’s vitality had been declining. In other words, this divine tree had been aging.

As for the level of the Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree, as Han Fei expected, this tree itself was a Great Monarch-level demon plant. However, according to the history of the Heavenly Race, as early as ancient times, the Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree had suffered heavy damage. Although it was still alive, its soul body no longer existed, so it didn’t have much intelligence.

However, this was enough. The Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree produced a drop of the Spring of Life every 100 years, so every drop was exceptionally precious. There were many people in the Heavenly Race, and even at Yi Wulang’s level, it was not easy to obtain a drop.

Secondly, from the information Han Fei obtained, he learned that the number of strong masters of the Heavenly Race was far greater than he had imagined.

For example, the Heavenly Race of the East Sea Divine Realm could mobilize as many as 27 Monarchs. Yes, far more than the Monarchs that the Heavenly Race had once shown.

However, the only thing worth rejoicing about was that among these 27 people, 17 were at the Dao Proving Level and 6 were at the Carefree Level.

There were 3 Immortal-level Monarchs, and the patriarch of the Heavenly Clan, Yi Changsheng, was the strongest. Next was an elder named Yi Xuanming. He also went to the periphery of the Chaotic Wasteland this time, but he didn’t return with Yi Wulang but left with some strong masters from the Central Sea Divine Realm. As for the third, Han Fei had once seen him. He was called Yi Jian, a sword cultivator who had just entered the Immortal level. He had appeared when Han Fei was besieged outside the Divine Capital Dynasty.

As for the Great Monarchs, one of them was a grand elder cultivating in a forbidden area of the clan. His name was Yi Chen, and he was the Great Monarch on the surface of the Heavenly Race. He had been guarding the Heavenly Race since 130,000 years ago.

The other Great Monarch, named Yi Beige, was sleeping under the Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree. He had suffered a heavy blow in a Great Monarch-level battle 100,000 years ago. If it weren’t for the Heavenly Ancestor Divine Tree, he might have long died.

And the little vine that Han Fei wanted was in the hands of this guy. Yes, this was the reason why Han Fei scratched his head. This f*cking Great Monarch was holding the little vine in his hand when he was sleeping. Could he pull it out of the Great Monarch’s hand?

When Han Fei learned this information, he once wanted to ask his Eldest Senior Brother to help him get the vine . This way, he wouldn’t have to trouble himself. Once the vine returned, the sixth divine pill of the Demon Purification Pot would probably be ripe, the time acceleration of the Origin Star might double again, and the deduction of the technique might reach a new height.

However, in the end, Han Fei gave up this idea. With his current situation, there were probably many more dangers in the future. What if there was a more tricky situation when he used the void mark?

For example, the ancient human in the Lava Giant Race once told him that the Demon Purification Pot had the tenth vine. Although this was a great secret, Han Fei knew that the tenth vine couldn’t be obtained so easily.

“Fortunately, it’s a heavily injured and dying Great Monarch. What if there’s a chance?”

Han Fei cleared his mind. Anyway, he needed to enter the Heavenly Race first.

The information Han Fei saw was only about the power of the Heavenly Race in the East Sea Divine Realm. However, the strength of the Heavenly Race was more than this. It turned out that the Heavenly Race also had a branch in the Central Sea Divine Realm. Yi Wulang didn’t know much about that branch, because it seemed that that branch didn’t get along quite well with the branch in the East Sea Divine Realm. They rarely interacted with each other.

At this point, Han Fei finally understood some of the internal situation of the Heavenly Race. As for other trivial information, Han Fei didn’t bother to check.

It took Han Fei half a day to refine Yi Wulang into a puppet, and another day to study Yi Wulang’s characteristics, behavior, etc.

After doing this, Han Fei didn’t go on his way.

Anyway, it made no difference whether Yi Wulang went back one day earlier or one day later.

Therefore, Han Fei fused and refined the Chaotic Original Water he got from Zhao Qianqian. Anyway, with the Demon Purification Pot, it was not a problem to reforge it.

When he reforged the Infinity Water, he sighed that Zhao Qianqian died such a miserable death. Why did she have to touch his soul for no reason?