The Hundred Races, Locked in Endless Debate
Passing through the golden crack, the view before Li Yunjing and his group suddenly opened up.
This is a small, independent world, roughly the size of a state in the Tianyuan Dao Realm.
The sky was a pure blue, dotted with white clouds, and the sun shone brightly.
The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the air is three times higher than in the Eastern Domain!
Moreover, the Spiritual Qi here contains a faint trace of primordial power; inhaling even a single breath makes one feel refreshed and one's cultivation subtly improves.
The land is covered with lush forests and clear rivers, and magnificent white palaces are built against the mountains in a well-organized manner.
The palace roofs were covered with golden glazed tiles, which shimmered in the sunlight.
On the distant mountain peaks, a waterfall cascades down, splashing countless droplets of water.
A rainbow hangs above the waterfall, as beautiful as a fairyland.
This is the Realm of the Gods the God Race, the habitat of the divine race.
"What a beautiful place!" Bi Shui couldn't help but exclaim. "I've never seen such a beautiful place before."
Hei Feng nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Yes! The Spiritual Qi here is so rich! If I cultivate here, my strength will definitely improve very quickly!"
Shen Tian smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, you flatter me. Our Realm of the Gods is so rich in Spiritual Qi because it is close to the Innate Spirit Vein. If you two like it, you are welcome to come here to cultivate often in the future."
Li Yunjing looked around and nodded slightly. This was indeed a treasure land for cultivation.
Moreover, he could sense that the Innate Spirit Vein were located at the deepest part of this small world.
That pure, primordial power could be clearly felt even from a great distance.
"Senior, please follow me. I will take you to see the elders of our God Race, and then I will introduce you to the situation of the hundred races of the Southern Region," Shen Tian said.
"Okay." Li Yunjing nodded.
Shen Tian led Li Yunjing and his group, flying towards the largest palace.
This palace, named the Hall of the Gods, is the council hall of the God Race.
At the palace gates stood two squads of God Race warriors, each wielding a golden spear, their posture upright and their eyes sharp.
Upon seeing Shen Tian and Li Yunjing's arrival, they all bowed respectfully.
Upon entering the Hall of the Gods, Li Yunjing saw that both sides of the hall were already filled with living beings.
These creatures are all different in form and appearance.
Clearly, they were not God Race, but rather various races from the Southern Region.
Li Yunjing's gaze swept over these creatures, and he was secretly surprised.
The hundred tribes of the Southern Region truly live up to their reputation.
Standing at the very front were a group of giants, each three zhang tall.
Their bodies were made of hard rock, their skin was grayish-brown, and they had only one huge eye on their face.
They are the Stone Race, the most powerful race in the Southern Region, skilled in defense and melee combat.
Beside the Stone Race were a group of people with colorful wings on their backs.
They are agile, handsome, and incredibly fast. They are the Feather Race, the fastest race in the Southern Region, skilled in archery and reconnaissance.
Beside the Feather Race was a group of beings with the upper body of humans and the lower body of fish.
Their skin is blue, their hair is green, and they can breathe freely in water.
They are the Water Race, the race in the Southern Region most skilled in healing and manipulating water.
In addition, there are the Scale Race whose bodies are covered in scales, the Six-Armed Race with six arms, the Wood Race who can control plants, the Shadow Race who can become invisible, and so on.
Each of these races possesses its own unique talents and abilities.
They have lived together in this land of the Southern Region since shortly after the birth of the Primordial Beginning Dao Realm.
As Li Yunjing and his entourage entered the main hall, all living beings focused their attention on Li Yunjing.
Their eyes were filled with curiosity, awe, suspicion, and even a hint of hostility.
Shen Tian walked to the main seat in the hall and sat down. Then he said to everyone, "Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Senior Li Yunjing from the Tianyuan Realm."
Senior Li Yunjing is incredibly powerful and determined to overthrow the rule of the three Dao Lords and liberate the entire Primordial Beginning Dao Realm.
I have already formed an alliance with Senior Li Yunjing on behalf of the God Race.
From this day forward, our God Race will fight alongside Senior Li Yunjing against the Holy Domain.
After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
All living beings looked at Li Yunjing, their faces showing different expressions.
The Stone Race Chief, a colossal stone figure five zhang tall, spoke in a booming voice, "Shen Tian Chief Shentian, our Stone Race trusts your judgment. Since you say that Senior Li Yunjing can lead us to overthrow the Holy Domain, then our Stone Race will follow you!"
The patriarch of the Feather Race, a woman dressed in colorful feathered robes, nodded and said, "Our Feather Race is also willing to follow Senior Li Yunjing! The people of the Holy Domain have killed too many of our clansmen! We have long wanted revenge!"
The Stone Race and the Feather Race are the most steadfast allies of the God Race.
Their statement relieved Shen Tian.
But just then, a shrill voice rang out.
"Hmph, that sounds nice, overthrowing the Holy Domain? Easier said than done! The three Dao Lords are powerful beings at the Dao Union Perfection, controlling the primordial power of the Primordial Beginning Dao Realm. How could we possibly be their match?"
The speaker was a short man with green skin.
He is the patriarch of the Mushroom Spirit Race Mushroom Spirit Race, one of the weakest races in the Southern Region. They are timid and cowardly, and advocate surrendering to the Holy Domain.
"That's right!" another voice added. "The three Dao Lords are Divine Ability powerful; we have no chance of defeating them. Rather than dying in vain, we should surrender now and at least preserve our race."
The one who spoke was the chieftain of the Flying Squirrel Race. The Flying Squirrel Race is cunning by nature, opportunistic, and has been secretly colluding with the Holy Domain all along.
"I think it's best for us to maintain the status quo," an aged voice said. "We've lived peacefully in the Southern Region for millions of years. As long as we don't provoke the Holy Domain, Holy Domain won't do anything to us. Why take any risks?"
The speaker was the chieftain of the White Turtle Race. The White Turtle Race has an extremely long lifespan, a conservative nature, advocates neutrality, and does not participate in any disputes.
Immediately, the hall was filled with discussion.
The leaders of the various races held differing opinions and argued endlessly.
Shen Tian's expression grew increasingly grim.
He originally thought that with Li Yunjing's addition, the hundred races would unite to fight against the Holy Domain.
Surprisingly, there are still so many races that either advocate surrender or neutrality.
Li Yunjing stood aside, watching all of this calmly.
He had long anticipated that the hundred races of the Southern Region would not easily submit, after all, the three Dao Lords had ruled the Primordial Beginning Dao Realm for so long, and their accumulated prestige was immense.
Convincing these races to rebel against the Holy Domain is no easy task.
Shen Tian slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Enough! Stop arguing!"
The hall fell silent instantly.
Everyone looked at Shen Tian, waiting for him to continue.
Shen Tian took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said, "Everyone, I know what you are worried about. You are afraid of the strength of the Holy Domain, and you are afraid that resistance will bring annihilation to your race."
But have you considered that even if we surrender, do you think the three Dao Lords will let us go?