Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 414: Shocking the Ten Thousand Races! The Threat of Great Xia Is Too Great—Destruction Must Come Quickly!

At this moment, two paths lay before them.

They were like two crossroads of destiny, each stretching into unknown darkness and light.

The first path, secretly colluding with the powerful of Great Xia.

Using the intelligence of sect influence as a bargaining chip, exchanging it for capital that might offer a foothold.

However, the risk of this path lay in being marked as a traitor.

In the eyes of Great Xia, they had already lost credibility and loyalty.

Gaining the true acceptance and trust of Great Xia’s powerhouses would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.

On the other hand, the second path was to seize everything coveted by force through battle and plunder.

But the challenges of this path were even more severe.

Lin Ping’an, heralded as the Great Xia Guardian God, stood like an insurmountable majestic mountain on the path.

Any force attempting to disrupt Great Xia’s peace must first pass this challenge.

Confronted with these two choices, they were torn by inner conflict, knowing each step would decide life or death.

Once, in the stillness of night, gazing at the stars, their hearts intermingled with a thirst for power, fear of betrayal, and respect for strong enemies.

This gamble over their future fate had become the greatest dilemma these three Eighth Grade Grandmasters needed to resolve urgently.

Regarding those powerful ones of Great Xia, even when the trump cards of the Mainline Human Race were revealed, there was significant hope for victory.

However, such a situation was not everlasting.

Given more time, allowing Great Xia enough opportunities to catch its breath and develop.

The situation might become perplexing and indistinct, with victory or defeat hard to predict.

For the overall strength growth rate of Great Xia could no longer be measured by conventional logic, bordering on an almost absurd surge.

Every moment, powerhouses emerged from among the multitudes.

This mysterious branch of the Human Race, like a long-dormant lion, was gradually awakening.

Its war potential was like a bottomless black hole.

Once fully unleashed, it would release an energy of terrifying magnitude.

Whether it was the ever-growing billions of citizens’ foundation or those terrifying evil cultivation techniques available for purchase.

All were continuously infusing Great Xia with powerful life force.

It could be foreseen that at some future historical turning point.

When this colossal power, long hidden within Great Xia, awakened completely, it would erupt with a Power of Thunder that would shock the entire world.

By then, this self-proclaimed Great Xia branch of the Human Race would stand proudly atop the Ten Thousand Races.

Becoming the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all races and major influences.

Wherever its edge pointed, all life would tremble.

On that day, innumerable races of the heavens would witness this magnificent scene.

The brilliant stars would dim, the majestic Divine Mountain would bow low, and even those who once looked down upon all life would have to tremble beneath Great Xia’s might.

The entire world would prostrate in awe at Great Xia’s feet.

In the deep abyss where expansive thoughts and imagination intertwined, the mental world of the three Eighth Grade Grandmasters was engulfed by this indescribable future of terror.

This scene of Great Xia ruling over all races caused them, despite their strength, to feel a chill and involuntarily shiver.

And facing them, the Ninth Grade Powerhouse Yuwen Tianlong stood with hands behind his back, his imposing figure like a mountain.

At this moment, his brow was furrowed, like a deep, unending canyon, showing deep worry and dissatisfaction over the intelligence obtained.

His gaze at the three subordinates, deep like the stars in the night sky, was flickering with a faint, hard-to-detect sense of reproach.

In the next instant, a deep and powerful voice suddenly resounded, like thunder cracking in the silent space.

"Fools! You three! Why are you still standing there dazed?"

"Such important information, how can you afford any delay?"

"Hurry up and report every detail here back, so that the sect can prepare!"

Upon hearing this, the three awoke as if from a dream, breaking free from that suffocating imagination.

Quickly adjusting their state, they bowed deeply, and in an instant, their figures turned into three gusts of wind, disappearing from the place.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

Leaving only the sound of breaking through the air.

In an instant, only Yuwen Tianlong remained in the deserted backyard of the manor.

He raised his head, his deep eyes reflecting the bright full moon, appearing particularly aloof and coldly proud.

His fingers gently stroked the long beard bearing the marks of time under his chin, a faint trace of scorn and regret crossing his face.

Murmuring softly to the bright moon.

"Those foolish commoners, do they really think they can touch such profound cultivation techniques? They simply overestimate themselves."

In the next moment, the tone carried a sense of lament.

"This branch of the Human Race that calls itself Great Xia, they have ultimately lost their way; they have taken the wrong path."

He slightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze piercing through the sky, seemingly seeing through the barrier of time and space, observing the Human Race’s future fate.

"Only the Noble Sects, with their profound foundation and heritage, can guide these humans back to the right path."

"One day they will understand, those foolish ones will understand that their roots and souls belong to the Noble Sects that uphold tradition and guard the great way."

"The fate of the Human Race should always be in the hands of us the sects, who persevere relentlessly, forging ahead!"

In his mind, the strategies of Great Xia were entirely flawed.

As the Mainline Human Race, as the backbone force and guide of the race’s civilization, the Noble Sects have the duty and responsibility to bring everything back onto the right track.

As for what is right?

As long as the Noble Sects rule the Human Race, with them as masters, everything is right.

As for the so-called high echelons of Great Xia, the Great Xia Guardian God, they are all devils leading the Human Race astray.

In summary, Yuwen Tianlong excelled at self-deception.

Of course, it might also be related to the brainwashing passed down by those Noble Sects.

Deceiving others until even believing the deception themselves.

Doing something despicable yet always seeking the moral high ground.

Whether they could win with strength is one thing, but they absolutely cannot lose in rhetoric.

Even if dead, their spirit remains unyielding.

Several days later, at the edge of the invisible light barrier.

The three Eighth Grade Grandmasters finally arrived, weary from their long journey.

Outside this peculiar light barrier, many top powerhouses from various Noble Sects of the Mainline Human Race had gathered.

They had set up a temporary camp here, like stars dotted across this vast land.

Banners fluttered, swords glinting coldly, showcasing their identity and strength.