Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 415: One Trillion Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmasters—Gre

In recent days, this group of strong individuals has been working day and night, fully committed to studying and exploring this light barrier, attempting to unveil its mysterious veil.

But from beginning to end, the light barrier has been isolated by an invisible wall, allowing entry but not letting anything out from within.

The qi blood techniques proved useless, and spiritual power vanished without a trace, unable to penetrate even slightly.

This state seems both existent and non-existent, transcending conventional logic.

Faced with this spectacle, even the well-inford sect and family experts could not help but fall into deep confusion and bewildernt.

This existence beyond recognition, like the most mysterious picture between heaven and earth.

Standing before this light barrier, the shock in their eyes twinkled like stars, quickly settling into an indescribably complex emotion.

However, despite facing such enormous unknowns and challenges, these strong individuals did not beco discouraged.

Instead, they beca more determined in their beliefs, like finding the only lighthouse in the dark, vowing to decipher the hidden secrets within.

Yet, even as determined as a rock, reality, like cold seawater, constantly reminded them of the insurmountable gap in strength.

Each attempt felt like striking a rock with an egg, exerting all effort yet still unable to reach even the slightest bit.

During this period, their eyes were tired, but their will remained as resilient as steel.

After each failure, they adjusted their breath, staring at the light barrier before them, trying to find a clue in the complex patterns and ever-flowing energy fluctuations.

Despite their persistent and diligent efforts, it now seems all this has amounted to nothing.

The light barrier before them, like a miracle descended from the heavens, contains power seemingly beyond the human world, unlike anything that could be arranged by any existing force.

Faced with this suffocating spectacle, everyone could only look up, their inner shock beyond words.

Among them, an old strongman from the sect influence, his white hair gently flickering in the breeze, eyes flashing with wisdom, pondered aloud.

"This kind of light barrier is probably an ancient array from a bygone era, enduring through countless ages, still dazzling as ever, with intricacies and mysteries far beyond our understanding."

At the sa ti, another burly man clad in heavy armor pounded his chest, producing the sound of tal striking, agreeing.

"I also concur with this viewpoint! The source of this power is unfathomable, like those forbidden mountain and sea areas, full of mystery, unknowns, and absurdities, inspiring both awe and yearning."

During the discussion, the light barrier shimred under the moonlight as if narrating ancient and distant tales.

And the surrounding air seed to grow heavier, infusing a faint aura as if originating from antiquity.

Just as everyone was engulfed in deep confusion and anxiety, helpless before the mysterious light barrier.

Suddenly, one person, with eyes flashing a peculiar light, pointed forcefully into the distance, his voice slightly trembling with excitent.

"Look! Look over there! Isn’t that Steward Song, Steward Liu, and Steward Fang? They... they have returned!"

These words dropped like a bomb, stirring waves in an atmosphere that was previously oppressive and heavy.

The crowd beca a boil, interweaving discussions forming a strong sense of anticipation.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring intently at the pointed direction, heartbeats pounding in their chests as if about to leap from their throats.

In recent days, as the strong individuals faced that bizarre and enigmatic light barrier research, they had remained stagnant.

Suffering day and night but never breaking through the bottleneck, that sense of helplessness lingered like a dark cloud over their hearts.

Now, the return of those who had ventured deep for exploration was undoubtedly like a dawn cutting through the darkness, bringing new hope.

Their return must have been after experiencing many hardships and gathering critical information.

Perhaps, in their hands lay the key to unlocking the mystery of the light barrier, potentially allowing them to glimpse the endless secrets hidden behind it.

Monts later, as the three Eighth Grade Grandmasters spoke, the whole space seed to be solidified by an invisible force, only their solemn and urgent voices echoing.

As the narrative continued, many strong individuals present had faces written with shock and disbelief.

After a mont of deathly silence, waves of exclamations burst forth like thunder.

"What?! Trillions of Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmasters? How is this possible?!" a long-bearded old sect strongman exclaid, his face’s wrinkles squeezed into a bundle from extre shock.

"Seventh Grade Grandmasters actually walk the streets like ordinary people, and we so-called Eighth Grade Grandmasters are worth less than a dog in that world?! Absurd! This is absolutely impossible!"

Another burly, bushy-bearded man was even more furious, anger and confusion flashing in his eyes, unable to accept it.

"What Celestial Dao Network?! Practicing for hundreds of years, I’ve never heard of such an unprecedented thing! What a joke!"

Another poised female sect expert, her brows filled with calm and skepticism.

She coldly spoke, but the voice was like an ice pick stabbing to the bone.

"Fake! All of this is a lie you fabricated, isn’t it?" "For so purpose, you three are actually playing with such important information, insulting every strong individual present!"

"Reveal the truth quickly, or don’t bla for being rude!"

At this mont, the atmosphere in the entire area was extrely oppressive, every pair of eyes tightly fixed on the three Eighth Grade Grandmasters revealing shocking news.

All were waiting for further explanation or irrefutable evidence to prove whether these pieces of information, enough to subvert the cognition of the entire mainline Human Race, were real or fake.

Seeing this scene, the three stewards exchanged glances, took out an exquisitely crafted, technologically advanced new model projector from their sleeves

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The machine glead with a cold tallic sheen under the dim light, seemingly containing endless secrets.

One steward gently tapped, a subtle blue light flashed, and the projector started to operate.

Segnts of vivid scenes leapt into mid-air, clearly presented like a mirage.

The images showed the streets of the Great Xia Kingdom: bustling avenues and alleys, crowded with people, voices rising and falling, brimming with liveliness.

Street vendors’ food stalls stead hotly, the aroma pervasive; in the public park, youths lifted huge stone locks to train their bodies, showing imnse strength, drawing applause from onlookers.

However, the many strong individuals present witnessing this scene all furrowed their brows.