Therefore, in recent days, within the vast territory of the main human race.

There are always undercurrents and changes among various sects, families, and forces, big and small.

The source of this turbulent movement came from Lin Ping'an's unknown secret operation.

Those little actions in secret under the control of the demons.

It was like a violent storm under the night sky, fierce yet silent, leaving no trace.

Whether it is the interweaving of power struggles or the disputes over interests, they are all like the tip of an iceberg, quietly surging beneath the water.

A certain sect area.

Several disciples were walking and chatting.

"I don't know what's going on recently. After Senior Brother Yuwen came back, he became very close to Senior Brother Tuole, who used to be at odds with him."

"That's right! I remember they had a big fight over Junior Sister Tian! How come they are reconciled now? How strange!"

"It is said that it seems to be related to the Light Film Secret Realm. I heard that there is a big secret hidden in it. Maybe because of this, they put aside their past grudges."

"Even so, it feels a little wrong! However, we can't control what happens to our brother, and there is no way we can do anything about it!"

“…”

In fact, although there have been ups and downs within the various sects and families, to the outside world, everything is still calm as usual.

All the information was tightly blocked and not leaked at all.

Just like the undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake, no one knows and no one can touch its true face.

In the resident areas of various aristocratic clans, similar scenes were playing out quietly.

No matter whether it is the world-famous thousand-year-old sect or the secretive and low-key emerging forces, none of them were immune to this invisible storm.

Those disciples who usually maintain strict character and have high cultivation, and even some respected elders.

Unconsciously, the soul has been quietly infected by the evil species.

There was no longer clarity and determination in his eyes, but instead a look of manipulated confusion.

His words and actions have become puppets in Lin Ping'an's hands, at his mercy.

It will become his tentacle extending out within the main human race and will have an influential clone.

Moreover, these people who were invaded by the demons were completely unaware of the changes in themselves, as if everything was natural.

When driven, they are like sharp blades that can be discarded at any time.

With just a thought, these people can rush towards any target without hesitation and without any self-awareness.

Its existence is as cheap as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

It can be used as a disposable consumable at any time to complete various tasks and achieve different purposes.

The powerful human race outside the light film who are researching and exploring how to better attack the Daxia human territory and thereby seize the interests and gain the benefits are still unaware of this.

There's a fire in the rear area.

At the same time, in Villa No. 1 of Daxia Academy, in the quiet and profound living room.

Lin Ping'an's eyes were as bright as stars, sparkling, and every inch of his skin seemed to be breathing in and out endless power.

The fingers danced with the mind, as if carving a mysterious talisman scroll in the air.

Within his body, a unique power originating from the demon species is flowing and circling silently.

The law of cause and effect moves with the rhythm of thoughts, and the demon seed is like a bottomless treasure house containing vast contents, continuously delivering mysterious and powerful cultivation knowledge and energy.

Every feedback is like a ray of wisdom, quietly blending into the flesh, blood, bones and even deep into the soul, becoming a part of the foundation.

The mental force attracts this knowledge like a magnet, analyzes and absorbs it, and skillfully integrates it with one's own martial arts philosophy.

Sometimes he closed his eyes in deep thought, sometimes his eyes flickered, and every time a thought surged, it was a sublimation and breakthrough in his understanding of the new technique.

At this moment, the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Only the occasional faint light emanating from his body and the momentary flash of inspiration when the demon species transmitted knowledge back broke the silence.

At the same time, the progress of creating new skills was also steadily improving under Lin Ping'an's operation.

50%…55%…60%…

One day, two days, three days...

As the days go by, Daxia undergoes new changes every day.

On the streets, by the lake in the park, and even on the school playground.

Every inch of land in Daxia is filled with vitality and vigor.

Nowadays, martial arts are prevalent in this country and are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Just like the spring breeze and rain, it moistens everything silently and has become an indispensable part of people's lives.

The morning sun is like a golden painter.

Using the sky as the curtain and the earth as the paper, vivid pictures are depicted.

In the ancient streets, agile old men greeted the morning light and sweated in the cool air.

They clenched their fists, and every move they made contained the strength honed over the years.

The sound of breaking through the air, with its varying degrees of lightness and heaviness, is like the low humming of years and the echo of a passionate war song, traveling through time and space and reaching people's hearts.

Beside the lake, willow branches swayed and the water rippled, reflecting the figures of the warriors.

Whether it's fist or sword, either quiet as a virgin or swift as a rabbit, the power of both hardness and softness is demonstrated to the fullest.

And the children who were watching also followed suit and practiced.

The breath of youth is everywhere on the school’s spacious playground.

The students wore the same training clothes, lined up in neat rows, and followed the martial arts teacher's movements, every move, rigorously and seriously.

The sunlight penetrates the mist, shines on everyone's determined faces, and reflects the light of hope for the future.

These scenes together create the unique landscape of Daxia.

The martial spirit deeply rooted in the bones and blood has taken root and flourished in everyone's heart.

On the Tiandao network, the atmosphere also changed, and countless people were discussing the tips for cultivation.

"The Three Swords of Avici Path is the best offensive technique, it is a must-practice for everyone!"

"That's right! It's not that I can't afford the Seven Devil Swords, but the Three Swords of Avici Road is more cost-effective."

"The Breath-Containing Technique" and the Concealing Technique have gradually become useless techniques! When training the next generation, these two techniques should be deleted from the training plan!"

"The Lord Guardian seems to be in seclusion again! The vicinity of Villa No. 1 of Daxia Academy is still emitting a terrifying aura!"

"I don't know when I will set out, but I can't help but want to bring light and freedom to the so-called mainline human race!"

“Agree +1.”

“…”

In addition to cultivation, there were also many discussions on other matters, including those related to expeditions.

Some people expressed their agreement when they saw it, while some lurkers were so angry that they almost gritted their teeth.

Bullshit light and freedom! These stupid people from the human branch actually have such contempt for the sects and families.

It is obvious that only they can dominate the human race and lead the future.