Great Evolution: I Exclusively Possess Earth's Six Supreme Opportunities

Kunlun.

Since ancient times, it has been the ancestor of all mountains and the source of dragon veins.

At this moment, the grandest scene since the revival of spiritual energy is unfolding in this mythical land.

A beam of seven-colored divine light pierced through the heavens and earth, soaring into the sky from the summit of the main peak and dyeing the entire sky with a hazy hue.

The powerful Daoist aura spread outwards in waves, and even a mere wisp of it was enough to make a powerful expert in the Shackled Realm feel their bottleneck loosen.

The foot of the mountain was already packed with people.

Strangely, despite the presence of thousands upon thousands of survivors, the scene was eerily quiet, with a strong smell of gunpowder permeating the air.

Because the real protagonists are not these ordinary awakened individuals who came upon hearing the news.

On the mountainside, several of the best-positioned areas were firmly occupied by three distinct forces.

They faced each other like three primordial beasts about to engage in a bloody battle; the mere clash of their auras caused ripples to spread through the surrounding space.

East.

A large, dark flag embroidered with a golden dragon fluttered in the wind.

Under his command are nearly five hundred warriors clad in specially made black armor.

Their military bearing was impeccable, their aura heavy and imposing. Each of them stood silently like the most sophisticated killing machine, forming an insurmountable steel defense line.

It is the "Dragon Shield" that represents the highest combat power of the Chinese government.

Leading the pack was the Azure Dragon.

He wasn't wearing armor, just a simple black combat uniform, but his upright figure made him seem more like an unshakeable mountain than any of the soldiers behind him.

The west.

A piece of silver-white armor reflected a holy radiance in the dim light of the sky.

Those were hundreds of members of the Knights Templar, each wielding a cross-shaped sword.

They were all blond and blue-eyed, with arrogant expressions, radiating a pure yet domineering power of light, as if they were messengers of the gods walking among mortals.

Leading the group was a tall, elderly chieftain who leaned on a magnificent scepter taller than himself. His white beard was meticulously trimmed, and his eyes were half-closed, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.

north.

The atmosphere was extremely wild and violent.

A group of burly men, as big as bears, were shirtless, their skin covered with ferocious totems.

They are the "Winter Wolf Guards" from Northern Russia.

Each member exuded an aura as fierce as the Siberian ice field, as if they would transform into wild beasts at any moment and tear everything in front of them apart.

The leader was a bald, burly man who was nearly three meters tall.

He carried a black battle axe the size of a door panel on his shoulder, the blade still stained with dark red blood. Just standing there, he exuded an immense sense of oppression.

Besides these three super powers standing in a tripartite balance, there are also some formidable entities lurking in some inconspicuous corners.

In a remote mountain valley.

Several figures with furry animal ears or trailing fluffy tails gathered together.

They are a demon race force that rose to power amidst the chaos after the revival of spiritual energy and the awakening of their bloodlines.

At this moment, their gazes towards the backs of the three powerful human figures on the mountainside were filled with undisguised greed.

On the other side, a few lonely mountain peaks.

Several men and women dressed in ancient Taoist robes or Confucian gowns, exuding an ethereal aura, sat cross-legged.

They were contemporary practitioners of some reclusive lineages in China, oblivious to the tense standoff before them, focusing solely on inhaling the Daoist essence emanating from the divine light.

But no one dared to truly pretend they didn't exist.

……

Canglong's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He looked at the situation before him, his heart heavy.

The emergence of the Kunlun Divine Artifact is an opportunity for China, and it must not fall into the hands of outsiders!

However, both the Knights Templar and the Winter Wolf Guard came out in full force this time, and their strength was terrifying.

Once war breaks out, it will inevitably be a brutal and bloody battle.

Even if Dragon Shield ultimately wins, it will inevitably be a Pyrrhic victory. What will they have then to face the even more terrifying calamities of the future?

Just as his thoughts were racing, weighing the pros and cons...

In the Western camp, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally slowly opened his azure eyes.

He surveyed the formation of Dragon Shield and Winter Wolf Guard with a condescending air and spoke arrogantly.

His voice, amplified by the power of light, resonated clearly throughout the entire mountainside.

"Friends of the East, barbarians of the North."

"Such miracles are a gift from our Lord, and should rightfully be received by our Knights Templar."

"It's not too late to retreat now."

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting the already extremely tense atmosphere.

"roar!"

The leader of the Winter Wolf Guard, a bald, burly man, let out a beast-like roar.

He slammed the giant axe on his shoulder into the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

He stared intently at the commander with his fierce eyes, and roared out each word in broken Common Tongue.

"The old man with the white beard!"

Say it again!

"I'll twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

The Grand Master of the Knights remained unfazed, merely letting out a disdainful snort.

The hundreds of knights behind him stepped forward in unison, their longswords drawn, and holy light surged into the sky, transforming into a sea of ​​light that clashed violently with the savage bloodlust of the Winter Wolf Guard.

A great war is about to break out!

Canglong's face darkened, and he was about to speak.

Just then.

A Templar scout, riding a unicorn, swiftly approached the Grand Master and whispered a few words of report.

After listening, the Grand Master glanced in the direction of the mountain valley where the demon race was located and frowned in disgust.

"How dare this lowly alien species covet the sacred relic?"

He tapped his scepter lightly and gave the order in an unquestionable tone.

"Perfect, let these barbarians witness the divine power of my lord."

"Third Knight Squad, step forward!"

"Go and clean up all that filth and debris first!"

"yes!"

A unified response.

A squad of fifty knights immediately broke away from the main formation. Dazzling holy light erupted from their bodies as they formed a sharp arrowhead formation and menacingly surrounded the area where the demon race was located.

A small-scale conflict is about to break out.

Both the Azure Dragon and the leader of the Winter Wolf Guard temporarily stopped their actions and watched coldly from the sidelines.

The powerful demons also sensed the danger, baring their teeth and revealing sharp claws, their demonic aura soaring into the sky.

In that instant, everyone's attention was drawn to the impending battle.

No one noticed that a figure had appeared at the entrance to the summit of Kunlun Mountain at some unknown time.

And at that very moment.

A flat, emotionless voice, without warning, seemed to resound clearly not through the air, but directly from the depths of everyone's soul.

"When did it become your place to make a ruckus here?"