Wanzu is the collective name for all ethnic groups outside the Nine Tribes Alliance.
Ten thousand is an imaginary number and does not refer to ten thousand races.
Over the long years, the destruction and birth of ethnic groups have occurred from time to time. To this day, it is difficult to know the specific number of ethnic groups, but it is roughly estimated to be no less than a million.
A weak race that is even limited to one star and does not even have the ability to leave the star can be considered an ethnic group.
Or like the Taie clan, which was just born. In various small worlds and different dimensions, groups are being born and destroyed all the time. The real number is changing at any time, and it is difficult to count.
After the Ten Thousand Races were driven out of the Infinite Continent, they chased and escaped in deep space with the Nine Race Alliance, directly composing a magnificent war epic spanning 200 billion years, which was called by later generations - the ancient void colonial era.
In the end, the war ended with Ten Thousand Clans being expelled to the end of deep space, and the two sides signed an armistice agreement. The original nine tribes had reached their limit and did not dare to push Ten Thousand Clans into despair.
After all, the nine tribes are also shackles to each other. Who is willing to risk everything to face the death counterattack of ten thousand tribes?
So after several games, the war came to an end. The day the armistice agreement was signed was the beginning of a new era.
From then on, the Nine Tribes and the Ten Thousand Tribes were separated from each other, and the infinite continent and the end of deep space were separated by one quadrillion light-years. Such terrifying strategic depth was enough for the Nine Tribes Alliance to sit back and relax.
Moreover, the nine-race alliance controls the infinite continent, the underworld, and high-dimensional time and space, crushing all races in all aspects. As time goes by, the gap between the two will only become wider and wider.
[In view of the general environment,
The significance of the existence of the Ten Thousand Clans today is probably to serve as the lubricant between the nine tribes alliance. A wise man predicted: "When the Ten Thousand Clans are extinct, the civil war among the nine tribes will break out." 』
These words are not alarmist.
Buzz——
Space ripples rippled in the void, and a figure wrapped in silvery white light squeezed out from the gap in space.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sora."
"Serving the master is the meaning of my existence."
Oh, this smart guy knows a lot, and he can even flatter someone.
Yan Xing raised his hand and put the space jump device into the hell dimension. The plan could not keep up with the changes. The trip that originally took three or four years could now be reached in the blink of an eye.
According to Xiaokong, the space in the front area is shrouded by a special stance, probably from the means of Wanzu. It is difficult for it to break in by force, so it can only throw Yan Xing here.
and……
Yan Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the super-dimensional connector. The divine light on the bracelet had become imperceptible. He tried to enter the virtual world, but there was no response.
The high-dimensional space and time in this area is blocked by shields. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Not to mention that all races have not yet been extinct, and the terrifying background cannot be underestimated.
The one that can bully all races is and can only be the alliance of nine races that are bound together. No other individual or force dares to jump in front of such a behemoth.
Yan Xing is well aware of this, so he keeps a low profile.
"That tree should be the legendary Tree of Life!"
The Kabbalah Tree of Life!
A great existence that is as famous as the first-generation World Tree.
This tree can be roughly divided into three pillars, the ten original worlds, 497 worlds, 5222 paths and other basic structures.
It was huge and boundless. Yan Xing raised his eyes and looked at it. He didn't know how far away he was, but he couldn't see the whole tree. His sight could only capture one of the branches. There were countless green leaves growing on it. It was very huge. Each leaf carried a continent spanning millions of kilometers, each of which was an independent small world.
The Leaf Continent world is only a component unit of the fifth level.
The lower level six-level structure is the sun, moon and stars that rotate slowly around the gaps in the leaves. The stars with life in them are called microworlds.
This is the lair of the elves
, forming a system of its own around the Kabbalah Tree of Life, its size and scope is comparable to that of a super galaxy cluster.
The branches and leaves of life cover an area of 670 million light-years, equivalent to hundreds of thousands of galaxies, and are forcibly gathered together.
This is the Elf clan, one of the top ten most powerful among all clans. Of course, they are also losers who were beaten into pieces by the Nine Clans Alliance.
The quality of such a majestic existence is immeasurable, and the number of creatures living on it is endless. Naturally, the shadow of Uncle Mist is indispensable.
Weirdness accompanies it, and the fog is always there. The non-living bodies that can be produced by such a volume of fog are estimated to reach the rule level.
It is this scarlet mist that obscures most of the Tree of Life's body, making it impossible for Yan Xing to capture specific details.
The Tree of Life exudes a strange brilliance, covering the worlds of different sizes, forming an isolation barrier to keep out the fog.
Yan Xing looked at everything in front of him, and his heart was burning. How many elves must live here? If they all became his believers, tsk tsk, I can't imagine. With the infinite power of faith, I don't even have to work hard in the future. I can just lie down. Invincible.
"Particle reconstruction! Simulation of consciousness——"
Yan Xing clasped his hands together, his physical body starting from his feet, disintegrating from the particle level, and then rearranged and reassembled.
The deeper consciousness set off the waves of the blood sea, "Consciousness transformed into blood sea gods and demons", and a new "gods and demons" were born in the blood sea. The breath was exactly the same as the elf Deliana, which could not be seen from any angle. The difference comes.
Various forms of consciousness have their own biases and characteristics. Just like the "Pangu True Body" restrains the small world and chaos, the characteristics of the "Blood Sea God Demon" are ever-changing and can simulate all the ideologies it has ever seen.
In an instant, Yan Xing completed the reorganization and changes from top to bottom, from inside to outside.
He is Deliana now, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or not. It is no exaggeration to say that if you eat the fruit of the Tree of Life now, you can still conceive and give birth to an heir.
Even the consciousness has changed and the particles have been reorganized, not to mention the physiological structure at the cellular level.
"Pooh!"
"Why would you think that these things are not there? I pretended just to sneak into the enemy camp, but I have no other perverted thoughts."
Yan Xing shuddered, and the sounds that came out of his mouth were charming and soft, angry and angry, and they were all of unparalleled elegance.
It has to be said that as the leader of the Elf clan, Deliana has a lot of capital and is obsessed with beauty.
Yan Xing's expression moved slightly. At the edge of his perception range, a warship was speeding towards him and would pass by his location.
"Zan!"
The delicate body was shaken, and serious injuries suddenly appeared inside and outside the body. Her arms were broken, her clothes were ragged, her pretty face turned pale, and her breath became sluggish.
"By the way, there's also you."
In a flash of thought, he put the extra-dimensional connector on his wrist into the hell dimension. If he met an elf who knew the goods, his identity would be exposed.
Help, help...
Yan Xing collapsed on a piece of gravel, and his consciousness sent waves of distress to the surroundings again and again, like electromagnetic waves.
stop--
The speeding warship caught the distress signal, yawed slightly, and appeared in front of Yan Xing in a moment.
Bah! Kaka!
The ship door opened, and a group of elves wearing emerald green crystal armor stepped out and flew to Yan Xing, frowning and staring.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I, my name is Deliana, I am a forest elf. I originally followed the caravan to purchase goods from other tribes. On the way back, I encountered a god-level inanimate body. I got separated from the rest of the group and ended up living here."
"Ahem! Pfft——"
As he spoke, Yan Xing spurted out a mouthful of blood, looking very miserable.
The lies he told were not afraid of being exposed. After all, the ancient tree of life covered such a huge area and there were so many worlds, who could investigate his identity.
Moreover, he also understood why there was a branch of the tree of life
, penetrated the shroud of fog and stretched into the void.
This should be a passage specially opened by the elves, and it is the key to establishing contact with the outside world. In other words, the elves can leave the scope of the tree of life, such as the battleship in front of them and the business he made up. Team.
"Oh, what world are you from?"
"Jiliwala world."
"I've never heard of it. It's a micro world, right?"
The leader's eyes flashed with disdain. Let's just say, looking at the cheap clothes of the elf in front of him, you should be able to guess that he comes from a remote place like that.
All elves are proud to live on the Kabbalah Tree of Life. The micro world refers to the star world suspended outside. It is the lowest sixth-level world. The fifth-level continental world is also located on the green leaves.
The fifth and sixth ones seem to be about the same, but because they are not on the Tree of Life, there is a huge gap between them.
The micro world of stars is called a remote and humble place.
"Uh, yes, Jiliwala is indeed a micro world."
Yan Xing was keenly aware of the meaning, and immediately lowered his eyebrows, showing an embarrassed and ashamed look.
"Oh, it's true. The micro world is endless. Such a humble place is not worthy of letting us remember its name."
"Let's go. For the sake of being members of the elves, I will take you back to the embrace of the Tree of Life."
Several elves raised their heads high and looked at people with their nostrils. After knowing that Yan Xing came from the micro world, their invisible sense of superiority expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
Yan Xing looked grateful and followed the elves onto the battleship. He was then arranged into a bedroom and ordered not to go out. The door was locked from the outside.
I don't know if these elves are highly vigilant, or if they simply look down on Yan Xing from the micro world and don't want him to walk in the battleship. It is probably the latter.
Yan Xing was lying on the narrow single bed, his eyes looking thoughtful.
"The elves have such serious class consolidation. The entire tribe is divided into six classes based on their position on the tree of life..."
"Wherever there is class, there is bound to be oppression. Oppression breeds resistance, and struggle causes social instability. As a result, countless people are confused and helpless on the edge of despair."
"These are lambs in desperate need of rescue!"
Yan Xing looked certain, secretly thinking that he had come to the right place, and there was a lot of potential for faith among the elves.
