At this moment, there are two paths before them.

They are like two crossroads of destiny, each extending to unknown darkness and light.

The first way is to secretly collude with the strong men of Daxia.

Use intelligence about the sect's power as a bargaining chip in exchange for capital that may be able to help you make a living.

However, the risk of this path lies in the identity of a traitor.

In the eyes of Daxia, they have already lost their credibility and loyalty.

To gain the sincere acceptance and trust of the powerful people of Da Xia is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

On the other hand, the second way is to take everything coveted by force through fighting and plundering.

However, the challenges on this road are even more severe.

Lin Ping'an, who is known as the guardian god of Daxia, stands on the road ahead with his might like an insurmountable mountain.

Any force attempting to infringe upon the peace of Daxia must first pass this hurdle.

Faced with these two choices, they were deeply conflicted, knowing that every step would determine life or death.

Once upon a time, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, I looked up at the starry sky, with my heart filled with a desire for power, fear of betrayal and awe of powerful enemies.

How to place the bet in this gamble that concerns their own future destiny has become the biggest problem that these three eighth-grade grandmasters need to solve urgently.

As for the strong men of Da Xia, now that the main lineage of the human race has revealed all their cards, they still have a great chance of winning the battle.

However, this situation is not permanent.

If, after some time, Daxia is given enough breathing space and opportunities to develop.

The situation will probably become confusing and the outcome will be unpredictable.

Because the growth rate of Daxia's overall strength can no longer be measured by conventional logic, it can be described as an almost outrageous surge.

At every moment, there are strong people standing out from billions of living beings.

This mysterious branch of the human race is like a sleeping lion that is gradually awakening.

Its war potential is like a bottomless black hole.

Once it fully erupts, it will release terrifying and amazing energy.

Whether it is the ever-increasing foundation of hundreds of billions of people, or those terrifying and evil skills that can be purchased at will.

They are constantly injecting powerful vitality into Daxia.

It is foreseeable that at some historical turning point in the future.

When the long-hidden mighty power of Da Xia fully awakens and explodes, it will surely unleash a thunderous force that will shock the entire world.

By then, this branch of the human race that calls itself Da Xia will proudly stand at the top of all races.

Become the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all races and major forces.

All things are afraid of its sharp edge.

On that day, countless races in the heavens will witness this magnificent sight.

The brilliant stars dimmed, the majestic sacred mountains drooped, and the powerful beings who once looked down upon all living beings had to tremble under the majesty of Daxia.

The whole world will kneel down and prostrate itself at the feet of Daxia in awe.

In the boundless abyss of intertwined thoughts and imaginations, the spiritual worlds of the three eighth-grade grandmasters seemed to be shrouded in an unspeakable horror scene of the future.

The scene of Da Xia dominating all races in the heavens made them feel cold and tremble uncontrollably even though they were the strongest people in the world.

Opposite them, the ninth-rank strongman Yuwen Tianlong stood with his hands behind his back, his majestic figure like a mountain.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed like a bottomless canyon, revealing his deep worry and dissatisfaction with the intelligence information he had obtained.

Looking at his three subordinates, his eyes, as deep as the stars in the night sky, flashed with a barely perceptible hint of reproach.

The next moment, a deep and powerful voice suddenly rang out, like thunder exploding in the quiet space.

"Assholes! You three! What are you still standing there for?"

"Such an important situation cannot be delayed for even a moment."

"Why don't you hurry up and report all the details here so that the sect can be prepared!"

Hearing this, the three of them woke up from their suffocating imagination.

After quickly adjusting his state, he bowed deeply and his figure instantly turned into three gusts of wind and disappeared on the spot.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~”

Only a series of whistling sounds that broke through the air were left behind.

In a flash, Yuwen Tianlong was left alone in the deserted backyard of the manor.

He raised his head, and the bright full moon was reflected in his deep eyes, making him look particularly aloof and arrogant.

His fingers gently stroked the long beard under his chin, which was full of traces of time, and a hint of contempt and regret passed across his face.

Murmuring to the bright moon.

"Those foolish people are worthy of touching such profound and mysterious skills? They really overestimate their own abilities."

The next moment, there was a sigh in his tone.

"This human branch that calls itself Daxia has lost its way after all. They have taken the wrong path."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze as sharp as torches, looking straight into the sky, as if he could see through the barriers of time and space and see the future destiny of the human race.

"Only the aristocratic clans, with their profound heritage and inheritance, can lead these humans back onto the right path."

"One day, those foolish fellows will understand that their roots and souls always belong to those aristocratic families that uphold tradition and guard the great way."

"The fate of the human race will ultimately be in the hands of those of us who are determined and forge ahead!"

In his mind, all of Daxia's strategies were completely wrong.

As the main line of the human race, as the backbone force of the human race and the guide of racial civilization, the aristocratic sects have the obligation and responsibility to move everything back to the most correct path.

As for what it is?

As long as the sects and families dominate the human race and they are the masters, everything is correct.

As for the so-called Da Xia high-level officials and the guardian gods of Da Xia, they are all a group of demons who are leading the human race astray in its development path.

All in all, Yuwen Tianlong has achieved extreme levels of self-hypnosis.

Of course, it may also be related to the brainwashing passed down by those sects and families.

Fool others and fool yourself.

Although he is doing something that makes people do evil, he always wants to occupy the moral high ground.

We can see whether we can win in a head-on fight based on our strength, but we must never lose in a verbal fight.

Even when a person dies, his mouth is still hard.

A dozen days later, the edge of the invisible light film.

The three eighth-grade grandmasters finally arrived after a long journey, exhausted.

Outside this strange film of light, many top powerhouses from major sects and families of the main human race have gathered.

They stationed here and built a temporary camp, like stars dotted on this vast land.

The colorful flags and symbols were flying, and the cold light of swords was shining, which also demonstrated the identity and strength of these people.