Wan Nationality is a collective term for all ethnic groups outside the Nine Ethnic Alliance.

Ten thousand is an imaginary number, not 10,000 races.

In the long years, the destruction and birth of ethnic groups have occurred from time to time, and it is difficult to know the specific number of ethnic groups, but it is roughly estimated that there are no less than one million.

A weak race, even limited to a single star, does not even have the ability to leave the star, this is also a race.

Or like the Tai'er clan that has just been born, in various small worlds, different dimensions, there are also races that are born and destroyed at all times, and the real number is changing at any time, and it is difficult to count.

After the Wan Clans were driven out of the Infinite Continent, they chased and fled with the Nine Clans Alliance in the deep space, directly composing a magnificent war epic spanning 200 billion years, which was called the Ancient Void Colonization Era by later generations.

In the end, the war ended with the expulsion of the Wan Clans to the end of deep space, and the two sides signed an armistice agreement, and the original Nine Clans had reached their limit and did not dare to force the Wan Clans into a desperate situation.

After all, the nine clans are also shackled to each other, who is willing to face the dying counterattack of all clans at all costs?

So after several games, the war came to an end, and the day the armistice was signed was the beginning of a new era.

From then on, the Nine Clans and the Ten Thousand Races were on one side of each other, the Infinite Continent and the end of deep space were separated by a hundred trillion light years, and such a terrifying strategic depth was enough to make the Nine Clans Alliance sit back and relax.

Moreover, the Nine Clans Alliance controls the Infinite Continent, the Netherworld, and the high-dimensional time and space, crushing all races in all aspects, and as time goes by, the gap between the two will only get bigger and bigger.

[In view of the general environment,

The meaning of the existence of the Ten Thousand Races today is probably to serve as a lubricant between the Nine Clans Alliance, and a wise man predicted: "When the Ten Thousand Races are extinct, it will be the time when the Civil War of the Nine Clans breaks out."

This is not alarmist.

Buzz –

The void rippled in space, and a figure wrapped in silver-white light squeezed out of the spatial crack.

"Sora, it's hard work."

"Serving the Lord is the purpose of my existence."

Yo, this smart brain knows a lot, and he can even pat himself on the back.

With a wave of his hand, Yan Xing put the spatial leap device into the Hell Dimension, the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, and the trip that originally took three or four years was now coming in the blink of an eye.

According to Xiaokong, in the area ahead, the space is shrouded by a special position, it is estimated that it is a means from all races, it is not easy to forcibly break in, so it can only throw Yan Xing here.

And......

Yan Xing's eyes were lowered, looking at the extradimensional connector, the divine light on the bracelet had become imperceptible, he tried to enter the void realm, but there was no response.

The high-dimensional time and space in this area are shielded and isolated, and the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention that the ten thousand races are not extinct, and the terrifying heritage should not be underestimated.

can bully all races, it is and can only be the alliance of nine clans tied together, and no other individual or force dares to jump in front of such a behemoth.

Yan Xing was well aware of this, so he kept a low profile.

"That tree should be the legendary Tree of Life!"

Kabbalah Tree of Life!

A great existence on par with the original World Tree.

This tree can be roughly divided into three pillars, the ten directions origin world, the four hundred and ninety-seven worlds, and the five thousand two hundred and twenty-two paths.

The vastness was boundless, and Yan Xing raised his eyes to look out, and he couldn't see the whole picture of this tree at any distance. His eyes could only catch one of the branches, on which grew countless verdant leaves, very large, each leaf carrying a continent that spanned millions of kilometers, each of which was a small world with its own side.

The Leaf Continent world is only a unit of the fifth tier.

The lower level of the sixth-level structure is the sun, moon and stars that rotate slowly around the gaps between the leaves, and the stars that live in them are called the micro-world.

This is the elven lair

, around the Kabbalah Tree of Life, a system of its own, its size and range comparable to a supercluster.

The branches and leaves of the Tree of Life cover an area of 670 million light-years, equivalent to more than 100,000 galaxies, and are forcibly gathered together.

This is the elf race, the existence of the top ten in strength among the ten thousand races, and of course, it is also the loser who was beaten into a dog by the Nine Clans Alliance.

The quality of such a majestic existence is incalculable, and the creatures living on it are endless, and naturally the shadow of Uncle Mist is indispensable.

Strange accompaniment, the fog is eternal, the fog of this volume is shrouded, and the non-living forms that can be bred are estimated to reach the rule level.

It was these scarlet mists that obscured most of the Tree of Life's body, making it impossible for Yan Xing to capture the details.

The Tree of Life radiates a strange brilliance that envelops worlds of all sizes, forming a barrier to keep the fog out.

Yan Xing looked at everything in front of him, his heart was hot, how many elves must live here, if all of them become his believers, tsk, I dare not imagine, the infinite power of faith is estimated to be invincible in the future.

"Particle Reconstruction! Anthropomorphism of consciousness—"

Yan Xing's hands were folded, and his physical body began with his feet, disintegrating from the particle level, and then rearranging and combining.

The deeper consciousness set off waves in the sea of blood, "Consciousness Transformation - Blood Sea Gods and Demons", a new "God and Demon" was born in the sea of blood, and the breath was exactly the same as that of the elf Deliana, no matter from any angle, the difference could not be seen.

Each form of consciousness has its own bias characteristics, just like the "Pangu True Body" restrains the small world and chaos, and the "Blood Sea Gods and Demons" are ever-changing, and can personify all the ideologies they have ever seen.

In an instant, Yan Xing completed the reorganization and change from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

He is now Deliana, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and it is no exaggeration to say that if he eats the fruit of the tree of life now, he can also conceive and give birth to an heir.

Even consciousness has changed, particles have been reorganized, not to mention the physiological structure at the cellular level.

"Phew!"

"How do you think of these things that you don't have? I'm pretending to be just to infiltrate the enemy camp, but I don't have any other perverted ideas."

Yan Xing fought a cold war, and the voice that came out of his mouth was charming and soft, angry and angry, all of which were peerless.

I have to say that Deliana, as the elven patriarch, is full of money and is desperate for beauty.

Yan Xing's expression moved slightly, and at the edge of his perception range, a warship was speeding towards him, passing by where he was.

"Crippled!"

The delicate body was shocked, and there were suddenly serious injuries inside and outside the body, the arms were broken, the clothes were ragged, the pretty face was pale, and the breath became sluggish.

"By the way, and you."

In the middle of his thoughts, he put the extra-dimensional connector on his wrist into the hell dimension, and if he meets an elf who knows goods, his identity will be exposed.

Help, help......

Yan Xing collapsed on top of a broken stone, his consciousness sending out one distress wave after another to his surroundings, like electromagnetic waves.

Hugh –

The galloping battleship caught the distress signal, yawed slightly, and appeared in front of Yan Xing in a moment.

Yikes! Kaka!

The door of the ship opened, and a group of elves wearing emerald green crystal armor stepped out and flew in front of Yan Xing, frowning and staring.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I, my name is Deliana, a forest elf, originally followed the caravan to foreign purchases, on the way back, I met a god-level non-living form, I was separated from the large army, and I ended up here."

"Ahem! Poof—"

As he spoke, Yan Xing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his appearance was very miserable.

The lies he said were not afraid of being exposed, after all, the scope of the ancient tree of life was so huge and there were many worlds, who could investigate his identity.

And he also understood why there was a branch of the tree of life

, through the shroud of mist, reaching into the void.

This should be a passage specially opened up by the elves, and it is the key to establishing contact with the races in the outside world, that is, the elves can leave the shroud of the tree of life, such as the warship in front of them, and the caravan he pulled out of nonsense.

"Oh, what world are you from?"

"Jil-wa-la world."

"Haven't heard of it, it's a micro-world, right?"

The eyes of the elf at the head flashed with disdain, and he said, looking at the cheap clothes of the elf in front of him, he should be able to guess that he is from that kind of poor and remote place.

All the elves are proud to live on the Kabbalah Tree of Life, the micro world refers to the star world suspended outside, which is the lowest level of the sixth level world, and the fifth level of the continent world is also located on the green leaves.

The fifth and sixth seem to be not much different, but because they are not on the tree of life, there is a gap between the two.

The micro world of the stars is called a poor country and a lowly place.

"Uh, that's right, it's a micro-world."

Yan Xing was keenly aware of the Dao in it, and immediately lowered his eyebrows, revealing an embarrassed and ashamed look.

"Heh, sure enough, the micro-world is endless, and this kind of lowly place is not worth remembering the name."

"Let's go, for the sake of fellow elves, I will bring you back to the embrace of the Tree of Life."

Several elven heads were raised high, looking at people with their nostrils, and when they knew that Yan Xing was from the micro world, the invisible sense of superiority swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you, thank you."

With a grateful look on his face, Yan Xing followed the elves aboard the battleship, and then was placed in a bedroom, ordered him not to go out, and locked the door from the outside.

I don't know if these elves are 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 estimated that it is the latter.

Yan Xing lay on the cramped single bed, his eyes contemplative.

"Elves, the class solidification is so serious, the entire race is divided into six classes according to the location of the tree of life......

"Where there are classes, there will inevitably be oppression, and oppression breeds resistance, and struggle leads to social turmoil, so that countless people are confused and helpless on the edge of despair."

"These are lambs in desperate need of salvation!"

Yan Xing's expression must be determined, and the secret path himself can be regarded as coming to the right place, and the way of faith in the elven clan is promising.