Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Great Xia Legion Expansion, Remnant Brings Back News, Eve of the Great Battle!

"Expedition! Expedition! Expedition!"

"Charge forward!"

"Spread the system of Great Xia!"

"..."

Various calls and suggestions circulated within the entire Celestial Dao Network.

However, in reality, it wasn’t possible to act that swiftly.

But the preliminary preparations had already begun in full swing.

The Military Department expanded recruitment, announcing a large number of welfare policies, and the Martial Arts Association also expanded enforcement personnel recruitment quotas...

In response, the Great Xia People eagerly signed up, each one extremely excited.

Days later, deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, in the area at the edge of the light membrane.

The temporary settlement of the Mainline Human Race extended continuously like vines, its scale almost doubled compared to when it was first established.

Within the area, various buildings stood side by side, majestic and magnificent.

Like fortresses of steel rising from the ground, emanating an aura of sharp and profound oppressive pressure.

It’s as if declaring to the outside world the determination for fearless exploration and unwavering will.

After several consecutive days and nights, countless stars rotating alternately in exploration and vigorous attempts.

Regardless of those possessing unique skills with abundant Qi Blood, employing their secret techniques, attempting to break through that mysterious light membrane with unparalleled strength.

Or those wielding Divine Weapons, charged with passionate fervor and firm belief, launching an attack on the light membrane.

The result showed no change at all.

Each clash sank like a stone in the sea, without causing even a small ripple.

No matter how sharp and intense the attack was, upon touching the light membrane, it seemed as if nothing had happened, simply brushing past.

Yet that layer of light membrane remained unmoving, secret yet existent.

Like a natural barrier formed between heaven and earth, deep and unfathomable, cold and ruthless.

Standing there not only blocking the steps of return but seemingly mocking their insignificance and helplessness.

Faced with this scene, despair gradually appeared in the eyes of many strong individuals, with a sense of indescribable defeat rising in their hearts.

It felt like facing an eternal law, a life restriction that no one could overcome.

In the face of this despair and helplessness, the silhouettes appeared so resilient yet tragic.

Pursuing the unknown, determined to advance yet with no solutions.

Up to this day, many top strong characters of the Mainline Human Race had already extinguished the fire of passion for independently exploring this layer of light membrane.

No longer obsessed with independently solving the mystery lingering before them.

Instead, they cast expectant eyes toward those pioneering exploration teams venturing into the unknown.

Nonetheless, they also didn’t believe a bit in the previous report results.

Claims of Great Xia Guardian God, the entire populace with hundreds of billions of people at Sixth Grade Peak...

Absolutely laughable, whoever believes it is a fool.

Such claims are utterly groundless.

Even at this moment, voices of ridicule could still be heard in the camp from time to time.

"Everyone is a Sixth Grade Peak Powerhouse? What a joke!"

"Indeed! Such claims are akin to children’s tales, absolutely unfounded."

"If this Human Race branch is truly that strong, how come we’ve never received any information about it?"

"Laughable! Probably a bunch of frogs at the bottom of the well, maybe not even reaching true grades, and the exploration teams were also useless, believing those self-flattering claims."

"Yes! A while ago, entering a Small Secret Realm, the natives even called mere Third Grade Martial Artists Martial Gods, almost died of laughter."

"..."

Amidst the conversation, occasional laughter broke out.

Compared to the tightly frowning strong individuals from the Mainline Human Race, the younger generation appeared more composed.

Perhaps because if the sky collapses, there’ll be tall folks to hold it up, or maybe because ignorance is fearless.

In any case, their demeanor appeared very relaxed.

However, just at that moment, several strong silhouettes suddenly appeared, arriving rapidly at a spot one step away from the light membrane.

Seeing this, the younger generation immediately restrained themselves, silently stepping out, standing beside without a word.

Some things are best said at the back; the strong can sense them but won’t expose them.

Yet, in public, not a single word supposed to be said recklessly.

Mutual respect is given face; if someone challenges, by being struck or disciplined, no elder will stand up.

They’ll just bite their lips, squeezing out a smile, dryly muttering a line.

"Well deserved hit, a rightful lesson!"

This is also an unwritten rule among the Mainline Human Race concerning interpersonal relationships.

Precisely for this reason, seeing as if major events were unfolding, the younger generation dared not act recklessly at this time.

As moments passed, it seemed as if heaven and earth hung in suspension briefly.

The strong individuals withheld their breath, standing before the mysterious light membrane.

At this moment, their eyes deep like the abyss, their expressions solemn and resolute.

Like towering mountains, silently bearing the unknown pressure and expectation.

In a daze, the silhouettes in the hazy light shadows appeared increasingly imposing, as if carrying the endless pressure of heaven and earth.

And behind these strong individuals, the younger generation eagerly awaited, anticipating the following developments.

After a long while, a strong individual’s eyes flashed a barely noticeable contraction, uttering in a deep voice words like concentrated suppressive tension.

"Here it comes!"

Upon these words, a half-crippled silhouette emerged as if struggling out of the abyss, appearing before the crowd in a bleak, resolute manner.

His hands had already shattered Divine Weapons, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

Every crack on them seemed to carve out unknown blood and tears legends.

His body was scarred all over, with the right half only empty sleeves fluttering in the wind, appearing extremely tragic.

Seeing this scene, it was hard for anyone to imagine the kind of ordeal he had endured.

Upon closer inspection, acquaintances had already recognized the person.

It was none other than one of the younger generation members from the second exploration team, Sixth Grade Martial Artist Yuwen Yang.

At this moment, it was hard for some strong characters to contain the countless questions in their hearts, voicing inquiries.

"Yuwen Yang? What happened to you? Where are the others? What about the three supervisors? Elder Yuwen Tianlong?"

Upon hearing this voice, that silhouette with hollow desperate eyes seemed to have some change.

In the next instant, a voice of sorrow and absolute despair emerged.

"Sob sob... They’re... they’re all captured!"

"That group of... those Great Xia beasts suddenly ambushed us, the three supervisors, Elder Yuwen, fought desperately, but unfortunately lost after being outnumbered."

"I... I fought tooth and nail... barely escaping!"

Upon hearing this, the strong characters found it difficult to accept.

Those three supervisors are all Eighth Grade Grandmasters, not the weaker ones among the Eighth Grade.

And Elder Yuwen Tianlong, more so Ninth Grade Madness, such combat power, not a single one escaped?

This seemed somewhat absurd!

Could it be... the earlier reports were true?

Within miles of the light membrane, a terrifying branch of Great Xia Human Race truly exists?