After all, the core location is in that familiar area. Apart from the famous Lin Ping'an, who is revered as the patron saint of Daxia by the whole country.

Many powerful people really cannot imagine that there is any other existence that can bring about such earth-shaking and subversive changes in the human realm of Daxia.

At the same time, a group of ninth-grade strongmen from the main human race.

His eyes seemed to be burning with fire, flashing with a light as hot as lava, almost burning his eyeballs red.

The fanatical gaze travels through space, through time, and points directly to the target.

This behavior did not come from witnessing the legendary miracle.

Or maybe it was because he had personally felt the shock brought about by the power fluctuations that were enough to overturn the laws of nature and transcend the limits of life.

Quite the opposite.

At this moment, in the heart of each of them.

What surged was a wave of greedy desire, and it roared madly like a prehistoric beast.

The emotions of excitement and excitement all stem from the coveting and desire for powerful power.

My blood is boiling and my heart is beating like thunder.

Every beat is a beat of the yearning for power.

They seemed to be able to hear deep in their hearts the roar for controlling endless power and reaching the top, the almost obsessive pursuit, and the desperate persistence.

Cities of Daxia.

Whether it is a majestic city standing on the top of the mountains, or a water city lying quietly among the vast blue waves.

Every ninth-rank strongman from the main lineage of the human race who infiltrates the human realm seems to be pulled by an invisible force.

Although they were in different locations, the excitement and anticipation in their hearts were the same.

The blazing light and the uncontrollable roar came from the desire and excitement deep in the blood.

"Secret treasure! It is definitely a rare secret treasure in the world, a treasure that can help people understand the mysteries of the law!"

A strong man muttered to himself and clenched his fists.

The force penetrated the skin and almost made the bones creak.

His eyes were gazing greedily into the distance, and he vowed in his heart to get this thing.

Even if there are numerous obstacles ahead, we will not be afraid.

Another old man living on the edge of the town has white hair and beard but looks energetic.

The voice was slightly trembling, but filled with joy that could not be concealed.

"This is the second time I've felt the power of the law surge so strongly!"

"A big secret! No! It should be called a great opportunity! That's right! This is it!"

Similar whispers were heard elsewhere.

"I found it and felt it. That is the great opportunity of our ancestral land!"

"The opportunity for transcendence should be there, the place where the laws are vibrating!"

"This kind of opportunity is what this old man deserves!"

"If we get it, the Murong family will surely dominate the world!"

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Although recent information obtained from the Tiandao network claims that that area is the secluded place of the guardian god of Daxia.

However, many powerful people who sneaked in were skeptical about the rumors.

Relying on the intuition honed over the years and the keen perception of the aura of power, he could sense that place from afar.

But he did not sense the overwhelming pressure that was worthy of the status of a guardian god.

Information and intelligence have always been circulating that Daxia's guardian deity Lin Ping'an rose to fame in just two or three years.

There were even absurd rumors that he had defeated more than a dozen beast gods single-handedly, which was almost mythical.

However, most of the powerful human race members of the main lineage would rather believe that these things are just nonsense, and are exaggerated and fabricated lies by the people of Daxia after dinner.

In the conjectures and speculations of many powerful people, the so-called guardian god of Daxia, Lin Ping'an.

Perhaps he is not an invincible being, and it is even more impossible for him to fight against so many beast gods on his own.

Perhaps, it is not because he possesses power beyond the beast god level, but because he has mastered a unique secret treasure.

Perhaps it is an ancient magic weapon that seals a powerful force left in ancient ruins, or perhaps it is some other unspeakable and unknowable mysterious inheritance.

Or maybe it is the legendary opportunity for transcendence.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food.

Now, even if the iron-clad facts are clearly presented to these hidden strong men.

They may also choose an almost indifferent attitude of ignoring and resisting.

Deep in the heart, the reason eroded by endless greed is like a thick haze, obscuring the originally bright insight.

Greed is like a cunning and greedy beast that tightly covers the window of the soul.

Let them only see the illusory scenes that their hearts desire, and only hear sweet words that cater to their desires.

Under such a downward spiral, many powerful people seemed to be sinking into a bottomless abyss in their hearts.

The world of consciousness seemed to be squeezed into a long, narrow and twisted tunnel.

All breadth and truth disappeared completely in this endless decadence.

The once vast and boundless mind now has only a narrow and gloomy vision.

Every inch of the air is filled with the miasma of desire, making it impossible to breathe a single ounce of truth and purity.

What echoes in my ears is no longer the melodious tune of the breeze and flowing water, nor the warm words of concern from relatives and friends.

Instead, there were whispers and cries of greed, which lingered like a devil's spell, leaving deep marks in the hearts of the powerful men.

Even the bell of truth is ringing hard in some distant place.

Its solemn and profound notes could not penetrate the iron wall built by the greed in the hearts of the powerful.

They could only retreat helplessly outside the barrier and gradually disappear into thin air.

The inner world of many powerful human beings from the main lineage has become a prison of desire.

They actively immersed themselves in it, and the more they struggled, the deeper they fell, until they were completely submerged in this fog woven by greed.

Nowadays.

These powerful people only focus their eyes on those images that can satisfy their selfish desires, and their ears only filter out those sounds that can satisfy them.

As for those facts that may shatter their beautiful dreams, they all chose to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear.

Soon, many powerful people from the main human race gathered outside the Daxia Academy.

They felt a familiar atmosphere with each other and were secretly on guard in their hearts.

In their hearts, the real competitors are always those guys who belong to the main human race.

Because of the different information and pattern, the powerful indigenous people of Daxia are naturally not taken seriously by these people.

And the other side.

At the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, the three giants of Daxia gathered again and simultaneously turned their eyes in the same direction.

After this period of training, Qin Hai and Zhang Zheng have reached the realm of the seventh level, while Feng Wu is still at the peak of the sixth level.

Compared to the terrifying Lin Pingan, he is still like an ant.

But to those powerful human beings, these three people are also insurmountable mountains.

This is true whether it is the strong men of Da Xia or the main human race.