The years when I would transform

In this universe, when talking about the Cang clan, everyone is silent, thinking that the Cang clan is a powerful, warlike and cruel race.

But who would have thought that behind the Cang people's bellicosity and cruelty, there lay such a huge secret.

"You need me, you need me to complete this plan for you, so you won't kill me, and you dare not kill me." The mortal said, his energy factors were a little unstable, because the truth he speculated made him feel cold all over.

Cang Tian nodded slowly. He really needed a mortal to complete the last step of this plan, which was to help Wang Xiao truly become a [God].

"The universe owes the Yanhuang clan, and I will repay it." The sky seemed to have said something insignificant.

No matter what the Cang clan's purpose is, the hatred between the Cang clan and the Yanhuang clan is a blood feud.

But why does he say he can pay it back?

Can life be returned?

But the mortal's answer was unexpected. He actually answered with just one word.

"it is good."

Is it true that one can pay back one's life?

Cang Tian poured himself a cup of hot wine, the aroma of the wine filled the air. He took a sip and said, "I will buy you ten years. After ten years, the army of our race will arrive in the solar system. By then, whether Wang Xiao can become a [God] will all depend on his luck."

The mortal nodded again and asked, "Are you the only one left of the pure bloodline of the Cang clan?"

"Yes."

"Your Cang tribe has the same appearance as our Yanhuang tribe. Could it be that..."

"Yes!"

After receiving Cang Tian's answer, the mortal stood up and turned to leave. He already knew everything he wanted to know. "The Cang people today are the descendants of the Yanhuang people and the Blue Star people from the ancient times. It is you, the Cang people, who are truly on the verge of extinction."

The mortal left, leaving Cang Tian sitting alone on the top of the mountain, slowly drinking the hot wine in the cup. The aroma of the wine had dissipated, but the bitterness lingered for a long time.

Apart from mortals and Cang Tian, ​​no one knew that the Cang clan had gone through countless battles. Today, hundreds of thousands of years later, the only true Cang clan bloodline is Cang Tian.

It is this person who has been guarding this universe to this day in accordance with his father's orders.

In ancient times, the Cang tribe launched a war of genocide, but they did not kill all of them. Instead, they escorted the defeated Yanhuang people to the Cang tribe's ancestral planet.

The same thing happened to the later Blue Star people.

It’s just that their memories were wiped by heaven, and thus it has continued to this day. Today, the Cang people have the blood of the Yanhuang people in their bodies.

The current Cang tribe is actually the Yanhuang tribe, and the Yanhuang tribe can also be the Cang tribe!

The only one with the true Cang clan bloodline is Cang Tian!

How tragic and lonely!

Only today do mortals understand all the truth.

But this truth, no mortal dares to tell, and not even heaven dares to tell.

After the mortals left, the Cang clan issued a cosmic announcement for the first time, the general content of which was to suggest that all races postpone their advance into the solar system.

As for why it is recommended to enter the solar system.

The Cang tribe had no explanation, nor did they need one.

Although all races did not understand why, they had no choice but to obey.

Although it is just a suggestion, who dares not listen?

At this point, the Yanhuang tribe gained ten years. Ten years later, hundreds of millions of troops arrived at the solar system...

Wang Xiao didn't know what was happening in the outside world, he was still wandering in the [original universe].

It took him more than half a month to recover his body before he came out to test the waters.

On the barren plain, lightning flashed from the sky from time to time, followed by thunder that could deafen even the evolvers in the Mysterious Realm.

There were also howling strong winds, which blew up huge rocks and cut through the towering trees.

Wang Xiao walked in the strong wind, his whole body covered in milky white light, resisting the terrifying strong wind.

"After resting for so many days, it's time to go out and stretch your muscles."

Wang Xiao squinted his eyes and looked thousands of miles away. That direction was the territory of the Double Pupil Clan.

There must be several strongest people in the Rongshen realm in the Chongtong clan, waiting for Wang Xiao to fall into their trap.

Now most of the strongest people among these powerful tribes have arrived at the advanced foreign land, waiting to surround and kill Wang Xiao.

All of them believed that it was impossible for Wang Xiao to be killed by Wan Tong's golden spear, and that Wang Xiao must be hiding somewhere to heal his wounds.

Once Wang Xiao recovers, he will definitely launch another sneak attack.

Therefore, these powerful people are all waiting in their respective race companies, waiting for Wang Xiao to attack.

Someone once said that the demon Xiao didn't dare to come. If he was not stupid, he would never dare to come again.

But some people also said that Wang Xiao would definitely come again. If he didn’t come, he would not be Wang Xiao.

"Little Jinzi, here I come!"

In the raging wind, Wang Xiao muttered to himself, then took the Seven Star Steps and disappeared into the [Original Universe]...

The Golden Horn Clan's company is adjacent to the [Original Universe] and is an integrated metropolis that not only has high-tech products, but also the humanistic style of ancient times.

In a teahouse, a storyteller was telling the story about Wang Xiao, attracting many listeners to sit around.

“Speaking of Wang Xiao, he is truly amazing! He broke into a high-level foreign land all alone and fought against three strongest men in the Fusion God Realm with his supreme state of mindlessness. He is a strongest man in the Fusion God Realm…”

"Is the Rong Shen realm very powerful?" A little boy in open-crotch pants asked the storyteller curiously.

The storyteller opened his paper fan, took a sip of tea, and said, "Of course he is powerful. A person who is at the level of the God Fusion Realm can pluck the stars and the moon with a wave of his hand, and can collapse mountains with a stomp of his feet."

The little boy in the open-crotch pants tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then asked loudly: Did he win? ""

“I didn’t win, but I didn’t lose either.”

"Winning is winning, losing is losing, what do you mean by neither winning nor losing." The little boy in the open-crotch pants knocked on the table and said in a serious tone: "You old man are too imprecise in your words. Bad review."

The words of the boy in open-crotch pants drew a burst of laughter. The teahouse owner was a plump middle-aged woman. She brought over a stack of melon seeds and placed them next to the boy. She laughed and scolded, "The demon Xiao killed the strongest man of the God Core Clan. He didn't lose, but he was seriously injured by the other two strongest men and fled on his deathbed, so he didn't win either."

"You, the boss lady, are not strict with your words. As long as Xiao Motou is alive, he has won. There is a saying in the Yanhuang tribe: As long as the Huangshan Mountain remains, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood..."

The adult next to him patted his head and corrected him: "That's called keeping the green mountains, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. What is Huangshan?"

The little boy pouted, unhappy. "It all means the same thing. Don't worry about the details."

"You kid..."

"Hahaha……"

Laughter rang out again in the teahouse. The storyteller cleared his throat and continued, "So, I think Wang Xiao from the Yanhuang tribe will definitely come again. He will come to seek revenge. The Yanhuang tribe is famous for holding grudges."

Back then, people like Zhao Zilong and Huo Qubing launched sneak attacks everywhere because the evolvers of the Yanhuang tribe were targeted and besieged by other races. So, whenever people of the Yanhuang tribe were killed, they would launch sneak attacks on other people's caravans and evolvers.

In a nutshell, if you kill one person from my tribe, I will kill ten people from your tribe. The barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes. There are only so many people in my Yanhuang tribe in the universe, and there are so many people in your tribe. Let's see who will die more...