Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 419: New Cultivation Technique Reaches Perfection, A Fresh Debut! Struggle of the Great Dao and Class Warfare!

In a short period of time, the earth-shattering news swept through the land where the Mainline Human Race resides like a storm.

The speed at which it spread left people astounded.

Whether in the ancient sects’ strongholds or within the deeply rooted sect influences of the noble families, each was thrown into chaos the instant the news arrived.

Amidst those picturesque paradises, a pavilion-like structure resembling a fairyland stood.

The grand hall was majestic, like a coiled dragon, showcasing its uniqueness and grandeur.

At this moment, within the hall, a gathering of heroes congregated, comprising Martial Artists whose terrifying aura shook the world.

Each donned battle armor, their eyes sharp as eagles, faces stern and murderous.

The powerful energies surrounding them almost broke the confines of the hall to pierce the skies.

Upon learning about the news concerning Great Xia, their reactions varied. Some showed shock, disbelief; others were filled with indignation, cursing nonstop.

An elder of the sect, with hair and beard all white, was furious, as if having suffered a great offense, and slammed the table angrily.

Clutching a Divine Weapon, he stomped it heavily on the ground, producing a dull echoing sound, seemingly knocking on everyone’s heart.

"Outrageous! A mere branch Human Race dares to privately pass on true techniques to those ants without the Mainline’s permission!"

"Audacious! Truly audacious!"

The angry shouts, like rolling thunder, reverberated within the hall.

"The dignity of the Human Race cannot be tarnished. If this matter is not thoroughly investigated, where will our honor lie!"

No one knows what this has to do with the dignity of the Human Race.

Perhaps it’s simply fear of Great Xia digging up the foundations of the sect’s influence.

If this continues, the sect may cease to exist.

Not far away, another Martial Arts Powerhouse of middle-age appearance, emanating a formidable pressure, had a gloomy expression, eyes flashing with cold light.

He gently stroked the sword at his waist and growled.

"This is a struggle of the great path."

"No matter who dares to do such a thing, they shall massacre the Nine Races to serve as a warning!"

Meanwhile, on the border within the Mainline Human Race territory, even in the ancient sects hidden within the Small Secret Realm, and among the reclusive noble families.

At this very moment, a similar scene was unfolding.

The reported Great Xia seemed like a rogue challenging the authority, betraying tradition.

Their implementation of various reform strategies and subversive behaviors appeared, in their view, to be blatant provocations and trampling of the established order of the Mainline Human Race.

The sect families of the Mainline Human Race adhere to the belief that the strong are supreme, thinking that power determines everything, and status is forged through strength.

This is their faith and the foundation of their survival.

In the past Great Xia, this philosophy also once prevailed.

But with the emergence of Lin Ping’an, an unparalleled existence, all forces attempting to challenge the new order with this concept were mercilessly killed in the cradle.

His existence is like an insurmountable mountain, where any rebels daring to rise are crushed by his iron means.

Those who were once arrogant and reckless, sect family powerhouses disregarded others.

Also paid with their lives for their contempt, now refined into bone residues, becoming a part of Lin Ping’an’s power.

Despite those renowned names, did not eradicate all ambitions yearning for the old system and dreams.

But as long as Lin Ping’an exists, those harboring luck and eager to move don’t dare to lift their heads easily.

After all, those arrogant and ignorant scoffers have long been thoroughly purged by a thundering strike.

His fierce resolve, like strong winds sweeping fallen leaves, was clean and decisive, making people tremble and feel awe.

Although on the surface, Lin Ping’an also adheres to the law of the jungle where the strong reign.

Yet in his heart, he harbors a unique insight.

Simply put, in Lin Ping’an’s world, aside from being an insurmountable existence himself.

All other beings in his eyes are treated equally.

Whether they are frail ordinary people or Grandmasters, they are insignificant ants in his thinking, not worth delving into their ranks.

His strength made him see the essence of power and comprehend the insignificance of life.

Facing all beings, devoid of prejudice, discrimination, only indifference and equality brought by the disparity in strength.

Such a Lin Ping’an carries both a stifling oppression and a transcendence from the mundane with ease and inclusiveness.

Simply put, it is putting oneself aside, with equality before all.

No matter the competence, nobody’s stronger than him.

Following closely, all major sects and influences of the Mainline Human Race moved quickly.

Like elite forces poised to attack, they dispatched their profound powerhouses, rushing toward the place of the mysterious light film.

With determination in their eyes, the goal was clear and indisputable.

The purpose of this journey needs no further speculation.

That is to find the weakness of this billions-of-miles light film, unearth the mystery of how to leave it.

After researching an escape route, then invade it, and rectify the chaos-stricken Great Xia World, restore the original order and justice.

In their minds, the rise and fall of the Human Race always require the wisdom and leadership of these sects and noble families, tempered by time.

Any other existence standing in the way will be seen as an obstruction, needing a thorough purge with iron hands.

Regarding the spread of information claiming Lin Ping’an as the Great Xia Guardian God suppressing the Dragon God, alongside over a dozen Beast Gods, casually setting billions-of-miles light film.

Most powerhouses sneered, refusing to believe it.

Even the strongest existence couldn’t accomplish such a heaven-defying feat; it was just baseless rumors.

Moreover, when such incredible boasts are prefaced with someone who cultivated for merely two years.

Not even daydreams would conjure up such a scenario.

It was simply treating everyone like fools.

Hence, they were also preparing to give those intelligence personnel a loving beat-down to console their humiliated intellect.

If you’re spinning stories, at least make them credible, but it seems they are asking for trouble.

Meanwhile, those returning to report got showers of abuse.

Were ordered to delve deeper, bringing back more intelligence.

Some squads dispatched more powerhouses to follow them in.

Feeling the earlier dispatched people weren’t reliable, find reliable ones to go in.

In short, they don’t believe, or rather, don’t want or dare to believe the outrageous intelligence.

If all were true, the sects and families of the Mainline Human Race would be like autumn locusts, hopping time short-lived!

Time flows like water; years pass quickly, not to mention the shock and fear of the second batch of powerhouses following.

As several days passed, Lin Ping’an’s progress in creating new cultivation techniques also neared perfection.