Chapter 2533 Gathering of All Races 1
The bodies of the World Trees are made up of densely packed small leaves and veins, with clear features, yet they constantly change leaves in the wind.
They take human form to facilitate communication.
They are among the few plant life forms in six generations of humans, an interesting experiment by the Creator.
But they are also famous for their longevity; all the trees in the world today are their descendants.
On the distant horizon, ancient trees spread their canopies, reaching thousands of meters in height, as if the sky had been re-trimmed by plants.
Everything that happens here is known in real time to the towering tree of the World Tree Clan; this is just one of its branches.
The underground winds from Bharata bring a humid heat.
A thin crack appeared at the edge of the stone platform, and milky white water gushed out from below, forming a shallow "sea of milk".
The messenger of the three-headed race was neither human nor pretending to be human—he was a giant serpent's body, raised from the Ocean of Milk.
Its scales shimmered with a bluish-gold hue, and three snake heads stood apart, the left eye kind, the right eye stern, and the middle eye cold, their gazes intertwining and falling upon all living beings.
They don't swim; they just gently rest on the water's surface, and the noise in the entire venue seems to be muted.
The rat clan also arrived, dressed in black robes, wearing straw hats, and their faces covered with strange, multicolored masks.
Bells hung from their conical hats, jingling as they walked, and through the cloaks, one could see their rodent-like feet.
Each ancient civilization sent its strongest members to this negotiation meeting.
After all, besides competing with modern humans for territory, their relationship with each other wasn't exactly harmonious.
This is a show of force; if a race is not strong enough, it may be devoured by other races later on.
The number of powerful individuals at the knight level is increasing.
In each group's ranks, there are at least two or three air currents that make the air tremble slightly.
In some places, there was even a feeling of the air "falling" – it wasn't just powerful there, but as deep and unfathomable as an abyss! Like looking into a deep well.
Representatives from all nations felt a tightness in their sternum, sluggish sweat glands, and a slight numbness at the base of their tongues.
This is not fear, but an instinctive physiological reaction on a life level when one is being targeted by a more powerful being.
Zhang Yi still did not arrive.
"Hasn't Chaos arrived yet?"
King Arthur asked in a low voice.
He had already quietly gripped the hilt of the Sword of Victory, and the powerful pressure made the muscles on his face tense up.
Humanity now urgently needs to demonstrate its strength, otherwise, it will truly be devoured by these powerful ancient civilizations that prey on humans!
Morgan lowered his voice: "I've already spoken to him. He'll take his seat once the table is settled. Don't rush to reveal other people's cards."
Saladin raised an eyebrow: "It's alright. Chaos may not be here, but we're all here! We can't rely on him to do everything; are we all useless?"
These words silenced the others. Saladin's words were meant to encourage everyone, but if you think about the difference in strength, what do they have to compare with Zhang Yi?
Orib's gaze swept over the pillar of clouds and the ocean of breasts, his fingertips clasped together, and his palms lightly covered his chest.
He showed no surprise, but his gaze became even more determined.
Di Shitian looked at the powerful members of the three-headed clan, a faint smile playing on his lips. A brief exchange of glances occurred between them, but it vanished in an instant.
The whispers from the human seats had barely begun when sneers erupted from the alien seats.
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like cold needles pricking your eardrums.
"Is this all the representatives of six generations are capable of? They're far too weak!"
"Their bones are too soft, so soft they can only be used as soil."
"Your short lifespan is not worthy of your ambition."
"If we don't even dare to set foot on the border of the sea, how can we talk about a common territory?"
"The history of the sixth generation is too short. How can it compare to our epic history of hundreds of millions of years? It seems that you are failures, and even the creator wants to erase you."
"The weak should not occupy the high ground of the wind."
"I'm not going to touch you today, I'm just too lazy to get my hands dirty."
On the stone platform, circles of gazes were cast toward the human seats, some with contempt, some with indifference, and some with keen interest.
The air forms visible "interfaces" between different ethnic groups, like the separation of water and oil.
Within each layer, the rules are slightly deviated, each going its own way, probing each other, and wary of one another.
Their deliberate sarcastic remarks are intended to severely suppress modern humanity, ideally driving the representatives of various countries to a psychological breakdown.
If Morgan and his group show such signs, it means they have no resources left, and at that time, these alien races will attack them directly!
Olib gripped the holy sword burning with golden flames. Although the sword was not yet drawn, its power was already showing signs of erupting.
He took half a step forward and exchanged a glance with the humans around him.
The meaning was very clear: if you don't respond when you are humiliated like this, it will only embolden the other party.
Morana emerged like a black female panther, frost forming on her fingertips before dissipating, leaving a faint icy mark on the back of her hand.
King Arthur placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, then released it, placing his palm on the table as if to calm his restless heart.
Saladin placed his hands on his knees, but the shadows beneath him stirred restlessly.
Indra simply gazed at the Ocean of Milk, as if listening to a bell tolling that belonged only to him.
Although they are far inferior to these ancient civilizations in terms of imposing presence, they must still demonstrate the proper attitude.
The air grew still, and the ancient races bared their fangs, their faces sneering.
Some ancient races remained neutral, while others had already established cooperation with six generations of humans.
For example, the constructs of the western district of Colombia are small, gray figures, but they possess extremely advanced industrial technology and are housed in tall, red construct armor, making them appear imposing.
Morgan coughed lightly, pushed the microphone closer to himself, and spoke softly but as steadily as possible.
"Gentlemen, now that we're all here, let's let this table do what it's meant to do first—discuss the path and boundaries. Words can be sharp, but please don't slam the door shut with the first sentence. Otherwise, we'll have to start all over again, and perhaps neither of us will get to wait a second time."
The sea breeze swept past the cliffs, carrying the scent of salt and iron. In the distance, a tiny flash of lightning flickered within a pillar of clouds, like some kind of omens, or perhaps some kind of warning.
Before any of the tribes spoke, several invisible cracks appeared on the field, spreading outwards along different lines of interest.
Zhang Yi still hadn't shown up, and the first round of silence at the table was thus suppressed.
The wind on the cliff was like a knife, sweeping across the circular stone platform section by section.
The sea surface turned white, and the Celestial Clan's cloud pillar slowly rotated in the distance, its thunderous intent suppressed layer by layer, like a giant snake being tethered.
The human representatives' backs were already sweating, but their coats were sticking to their skin from the sea breeze.
"laugh!"
A sudden, pungent, fishy smell appeared in the wind.
That's the scent of the Fang Wolf Clan.
A shadow stepped out from the alien's seat, crossed the three-meter crevice in two steps, and landed heavily in the center of the gray rock.
