Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 403: Sealing Light Membrane, Shaken Mountains and Seas, Human Race Main Lineage, Investigation Squad

The claws descended with a piercing sound, yet they could only swing futilely in the void, unable to carve even a single scratch.

It was as if the beasts were battling not something tangible, but a nonexistent space.

However, when they charged forward with full force, the invisible power suddenly solidified.

Like an impervious wall, silently yet invincibly blocking the path.

This wall of laws’ presence made the exotic beasts’ charge crash into an iron barrier.

Despite their repeated collisions, tumbling, and struggling, they could never advance half a step.

The only result was bashing their heads, bleeding.

Every exotic beast felt deep powerlessness and frustration in front of this invisible barrier.

Angry roars echoed in the air, stirring up dust.

For those exotic beasts that hadn’t reached the Beast King Level, these rules fluctuating between existence and nonexistence were undoubtedly unfathomable and unattainable mysteries.

Even with mighty bodies and wild instincts, when facing the power of rules beyond comprehension, they could only gaze at the sky like ants.

No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t touch that high and mysterious realm.

As for attempting to unravel such laws, it was like chasing the mirage in a dream.

Despite this being merely a seal law casually set by Lin Ping’an.

But given his control, coupled with his strength beyond the Ninth Heaven.

Throughout the entire world, no one could shake or solve it.

Meanwhile, overhead in Guardian City, Lin Ping’an gazed into the distance indifferently, his eyes shimmering with divine light.

He was as clear as if he saw firsthand the situation near the membrane of light.

"Hmph! They come here and want to leave? There’s no such good fortune!"

"A mere group of scaly beasts dare to violate the Human Race? They must be eliminated!"

Lin Ping’an had no intention of personally killing these low-tier exotic beasts.

Instead, he decided to confine them, serving as a trial and grinding for the Great Xia Martial Artists.

After all, sometimes only a mortal crisis can spark that flash of insight.

At present, nearly every Great Xia Martial Artist is cultivating the cultivation techniques he created, capable of continuous improvement like a thriving crop.

Keeping some beasts as incentives and nourishment could be considered maximizing the value of these worthless creatures.

At the same moment, this anomaly covering millions of miles also drew the attention of many strong individuals.

Especially at the source in the Land of the Far West, where some human strong members gathered.

Their gazes toward the distance were extremely grave.

Their eyes revealed some uncertain surprise, and a trace of confusion colored their tone.

"What... what exactly is that? So terrifying!"

"Covering millions of miles! Is it a result of those Beast Gods fighting among themselves?"

"So strange! We must investigate!"

"I tried a few breaths ago, can’t get close, formless and shadowless, seems like an application of some law."

"..."

At this moment, these strong members only had some probing intent, unwilling to invest much.

Even though the appearance of the light membrane was puzzling, seemingly containing secrets inside, they dared not explore.

After all, to their knowledge, the Dragon God was in that area, and several Beast God auras had briefly appeared.

To provoke those terrifying existences would be akin to courting death.

Yet moments later, a message arrived: the leader urgently summoned a meeting.

Within just a few moments, those eligible to attend the meeting gathered in the hall.

Then the leader’s eyes flickered, conveying the latest information to all present.

The next instant.

Voices of astonishment and curses rang out.

"What? Source Land? That area contains our Human Race’s source land!"

"Damned beasts! They’ve blocked the news and dare to covet our chance for transcendence! Kill, kill... must break in now!"

"The opportunity for transcendence is a legacy from our Human Race ancestors, those scaly dogs deserve them? Leader, we must go in and show those beasts some real colors!"

"..."

Currently, these supposed Human Race strong members, once silent or indifferent upon the news of the Small Secret Realm’s impending fall, showed a stark contrast in attitude.

At that time, they either secluded themselves and observed the changes or hesitated, weighing gains and losses.

However, this time, upon learning of the Human Race source land and the chance for transcendence, crucial to individual major interests, their stance dramatically shifted.

As if instantly, they donned the glamorous attire of righteous envoys.

Each delivered righteous declarations, passionately vowing to serve the Human Race, unafraid of adversity.

Their eyes burned with determined light, seemingly ready to set aside life and death for racial interests.

Their fervent momentum almost made one forget their previous silence and hesitation.

Facing this seemingly farcical transformation, the Human Race leader found no solace in the scene.

At this moment, his gaze was deep and desolate, as though penetrating the falseness and ugliness of the world.

The sadness contained within was heavy like the fall of a star.

Slightly tilting his head, he let out a faint, bitter, and sorrowful laugh.

"Ha!"

The sound, though quiet, reverberated through the hall, like an unspoken protest against the present circumstances.

Upon hearing this, many strong individuals ignored it, seemingly unaware.

Or perhaps they heard it, knew it, but pretended they didn’t know.

Everything appeared hypocritical and tragic.

The Human Race leader surveyed the surroundings.

Those supposed individuals dedicated to the rise and fall of the Human Race were now indulging in intrigue and power struggles.

Clad in resplendent attire, adorned with crowns, their faces wore false smiles, yet decay coursed through their bones.

These so-called Noble Family influences, sect influences, were akin to festering sores.

In the passage of time, they continuously eroded the Human Race’s strong frame, making the journey forward increasingly fraught with stumbles.

On the other side, the assembly of many strong members quickly ended, agreeing upon the candidates for the investigation.

Subsequently, a strong individual, with a false smile, spoke aloud.

"Leader, we’ve reached an agreement, allowing the second Elder of the Tuoba Family, Tuoba Cang, the fourth Elder of the Yuwen Family, Yuwen Tianlong... and thirteen other strong individuals to form the exploration team and proceed to the site of the light membrane..."

The content worth noting is just the above, the rest is mere false adulation or lavish verbiage embellishment.

To this, the Human Race leader responded apathetically, waving his hand, replying indifferently.

"Just go ahead with that!"