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When the Dragon-Man Realm Master said this, what showed in his eyes was actually respect and adoration for the Human Emperor.

At that time, the major planes of the Void Realm witnessed the strongest races, the Human Race and Demon Tribe, going to war with each other so thoroughly that even their inheritances were severed.

The fact that victory in the world war could lead to immortality had almost become an ironclad truth.

If it were false, why would the Human Emperor desperately fight the Demon Tribe? Was he an idiot?

Little did anyone know, the entire Void Realm had become a pawn in the Human Emperor’s game against the Real Realm.

And this game had only completed its first step after his death.

”Why do you know all this?”

”Because my Dragon-Man Race is the Human Emperor’s hidden card.”

The Human Emperor willingly faced his calamity, but he couldn’t guarantee that after his death, the world war would truly begin across all realms.

So, he entrusted the deepest secrets of all this to the most loyal vassal of the Human Emperor’s Palace at the time, the Dragon-Man Hall.Back then, the Dragon-Man Race was hardly a powerful faction among the myriad races of the Void Realm. They had earned their place solely through generations of absolute loyalty to the Human Emperor’s Palace.

The Dragon-Man Hall received two tasks assigned by the Human Emperor.

First, to station themselves near the Demon Tribe’s homeland, eliminate the Demon Tribe’s remaining forces, and completely destroy the Demon Tribe, preventing them from becoming the leading race after the Human Race fell and directly terminating the world war.

Second, after the Human Emperor’s death, to immediately initiate the world war, launching long-term and large-scale invasions of various planes, igniting and spreading the flames of war across as many planes as possible, while loudly proclaiming that victory in the world war could grant immortality.

Chen Yi was absolutely dumbfounded.

”Wait, your Dragon-Man Race used to be the Human Race’s most loyal vassal?”

The Dragon-Man Realm Master corrected him very seriously.

”A vassal of the Human Emperor’s Palace, not a vassal of your Human Race! Now that the Human Emperor’s Palace no longer exists, my Dragon-Man Race doesn’t need to pledge loyalty to anyone!”

”Fine, fine, do whatever you want... You just said that victory in the world war leading to immortality might still be possible, right? You haven’t gotten to that part yet?”

”The initial purpose of starting the world war was to continue the Human Emperor’s scheme.

But later, we discovered that when Mundane Qi accumulates to a certain degree within a plane, it seems to be able to alter the rules of that Void Realm plane.

I suspect that even the Human Emperor didn’t anticipate this.”

”Altering the rules? Like what?”

”Like...”

As he spoke, the Dragon-Man Realm Master circulated his energy.

The True Qi within his body suddenly transformed into primordial energy!

”Core Formation realm!”

In just an instant, the Dragon-Man Realm Master restored the primordial energy back to the True Qi of the Qi Transformation realm.

”Right now, in the Dragon-Man Realm, cultivators can break through to the Core Formation realm!

But they can’t use this power. Once it’s unleashed, the surrounding world still can’t withstand it.

However, I estimate that as Mundane Qi continues to accumulate, the Dragon-Man Realm will eventually be able to support higher realms, and that day shouldn’t be too far off.

After all, we’ve been working toward this for thirty thousand years. I can feel that we’re almost there. Perhaps even my generation will live to see it!”

When he said this, the Dragon-Man Realm Master’s face glowed with the brilliance of grand ambitions.

But after glancing at Chen Yi, that brilliance dimmed considerably.

Probably feeling frustrated again.

”Impressive...”

Chen Yi’s heart was genuinely shaken at this moment.

Taking advantage of the fact that both sides were still on relatively friendly terms and communication was smooth,

Chen Yi organized all his previous questions about the Dragon-Man Race and asked them all at once, so as not to leave any doubts lingering.

”Do you have a High Priest here who can deduce the past and future, and is exceptionally skilled at it?”

In the fourth simulation, when Chen Yi was participating in the Saint Finals of the Free and Unfettered Holy Land, the Dragon-Man Race had paid a tremendous price to break through the spatial barrier and launch a direct attack on him.

The explanation he later received was that the Dragon-Man Race had a High Priest who had deduced that Chen Yi, this enormous variable, would have a significant negative impact on the Dragon-Man Race’s world war.

Thus, they would stop at nothing to nip him in the bud.

This guy couldn’t be left alone. Chen Yi needed to figure out who he was and whack him!

The Dragon-Man Realm Master frowned in thought.

”My realm does indeed have a position called ’High Priest,’ but his role is to preside over ceremonies when my people worship ancestors and offer sacrifices. He doesn’t have any ability to deduce the past or future.”

”Nothing? Are you sure?”

”I don’t think I have any reason to lie to you.”

Chen Yi eavesdropped on his heartstrings, repeatedly asking, and confirmed that the Dragon-Man Realm Master wasn’t deceiving him.

”How strange...”

Thinking about it carefully, the Saint Finals began when he was fifty years old.

That was still more than twenty years away.

It was possible that the current High Priest wasn’t the same one from later.

”There’s one more thing I’m curious about. Do you have something called ’Life Source’ here that can increase your people’s lifespan? Even your soldiers receive their military pay directly in lifespan? How is that even done?”

For the Dragon-Man Realm Master, there was nothing to hide about this.

Because even if you told others, they couldn’t replicate it.

Although the Dragon-Man Race appeared to have physical bodies, the importance of their souls actually outweighed their bodies.

Especially in the Void Realm, when they died, they weren’t affected by the Underworld’s power at all and could continue to exist as soul entities.

So their lifespan had nothing to do with their physical bodies. The lifespan of the Dragon-Man Race referred to the length of time their souls could remain stable.

What they called increasing lifespan was actually increasing the soul’s duration, not the body’s. Their physical bodies would still decay from the passage of time, and raising one’s cultivation level could extend that shelf life.

But for the Dragon-Man Race, they didn’t care whether their physical bodies decayed or not, because the strong could casually take the bodies of the weak for their own use.

To other races, this wanton plundering of others’ bodies was extremely cruel.

But among the Dragon-Men, it needed to be framed differently.

Their entire realm had to serve the war effort. If the strong didn’t use up their lifespan, it was truly wasteful, and if the weak couldn’t go to the battlefield to earn merit, then they had to contribute their physical bodies.

Their entire race had lived this way for tens of thousands of years and had long since accepted this value system.

They didn’t fear the cruel side effects of war; they only felt shame at being unable to provide value to the war.

And the way the Dragon-Man Race increased their soul’s lifespan was by utilizing the Earth Spirits they obtained after conquering other planes.

”We have a complete assembly line that can extract ’Life Source’ from Earth Spirits, then divide and seal it into individual Dragon-Man Coins.

These Dragon-Man Coins can be used at any time, absorbing the Life Source within and slowly refining it to increase one’s lifespan, and they can also be traded with others.”

”So it’s useless for me then...”

”The Human Race can’t survive apart from their physical bodies, so increasing the soul’s duration is meaningless. Moreover, once you’re separated from your body, your souls would be drawn away by the Underworld.”

Through the sixth simulation, Chen Yi already knew that even if he transformed into a Ghost Cultivator and continued to exist as a ghost, the simulation wouldn’t continue.

Even though he had the Dragon-Man Race’s talent, once death was confirmed, all his trait tags would become invalid. He couldn’t exploit that bug.

He wasn’t very interested in Dragon-Man Coins right now.

But it was worth noting for the future, just in case they might come in handy.

Thinking along these lines,

And then looking out at the Dragon-Man Realm with its advanced productivity and highly industrialized cultivation system,

Chen Yi suddenly felt that destroying this plane would be a real shame.

A militarized world like the Dragon-Man Race, where everyone from top to bottom was united for war, would be hard to replicate anywhere else.