The years when I would transform

Slave race: A race in the universe that has been deprived of human rights. They can be disposed of arbitrarily by all races with cosmic identities and are not protected by any cosmic laws.

It can be said that the Yanhuang tribe is now the lowest race, but they still have cosmic human rights, while the slave tribe, from a certain perspective, can no longer be called human.

Ancestor Yinfeng was wearing an old Taoist robe, the sleeves of his clothes fluttering in the wind, his long gray hair flying, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes revealed indifference and disdain, he did not take the strong men of the Yanhuang clan seriously at all.

The only thing he feared was the Yanhuang clan's treasure. However, the strength of the users of the Yanhuang clan's treasure was far inferior to his, and they were completely unable to unleash its full potential.

"The pearl is covered in dust. I will collect your treasures for you."

Ancestor Yinfeng moved and disappeared in an instant, as if he had crossed the space and came directly in front of Zhao Zilong who was holding the Seven-Star Lamp. He reached out to grab the Seven-Star Lamp. The light of the Seven-Star Lamp jumped in Zhao Zilong's hand, like the stars in the night sky, bright and mysterious.

"kill!"

Zhao Zilong roared and mobilized all his energy to activate the Seven Star Lamp. The Seven Star Lamp ignited on its own without a core, illuminating the starry sky.

"kill!"

There was another roar, this time "Kill" was shouted by Wen Zhong. The divine whip in his hand suppressed down, the starry sky shook, and with the power to destroy the stars, it smashed heavily at the Yinfeng ancestor.

"kill!"

"kill……"

Many powerful men of the Yanhuang clan gathered together, a total of thirteen strong men besieged the ancestor Yinfeng. Each of these thirteen people was an eternal hero on Earth. The thirteen people joining forces were enough to blow up any low-level civilization planet.

However, their opponent is the youngest elder of the Golden Horn Clan, one of the top ten races, and a super evolver who has reached the state of supreme thoughtlessness.

But then Patriarch Yinfeng stretched out a palm. That palm was covered with calluses and had a light yellow luster flowing around it, like a steady white dwarf. It gently rolled in the air, and the thirteen terrifying attacks were easily wiped out by this palm.

Above the mystery, there is a world of its own!

Ancestor Yinfeng is too terrifying. This kind of existence has surpassed the definition of ordinary life, and the evolution of life has entered a new level of evolution. Although it is not one-tenth of the legendary immortal realm, it has also entered the door to the ultimate evolutionary level in the universe.

The strong men of the Yanhuang tribe attacked Yinfeng again. For them, there was only one purpose for their survival...

Fight for the rise of Yanhuang!

This sentence is very similar to what a great man on Earth said. History always has surprising similarities, such as on Earth today...

Nanyun Province, Jiupanshui, a hill!

"Grandpa, why are you sharpening your knife all the time?"

A little kid wearing open-crotch pants and a pigtail squatted curiously beside an old farmer, staring at him sharpening a rusty and broken knife.

The old farmer was wearing a white vest, and not far away there were more than a dozen sheep grazing leisurely.

He looked up at the little kid, smiled kindly, and said, "Little Stone, this knife may look like it's just for cutting grass, but don't underestimate it. Sometimes, a good knife can save a life and protect peace in a place."

Little Shitou nodded, not quite understanding, and continued to watch his grandfather sharpen the knife. Although he was young, he was very thoughtful and could always catch some deep meaning from his grandfather's words.

The old farmer stopped what he was doing, looked at the rolling hills in the distance, and said slowly: "Little Stone, grandpa is going to go out and beat the bad guys later."

"Bad guy?"

Little Stone repeated these two words, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to remember something, stretched out his chubby little hand and grabbed the old farmer's arm, "Are those bad guys the enemies of our Earth?"

"Little Stone is really smart." The old farmer gently touched Little Stone's head, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Those bad guys bullied us, do you think Grandpa should beat them up?"

"Yes, yes, beat them, beat them until their butts are bruised and they can't poop." Little Stone stood up, picked up a small piece of mud, and pretended to beat someone, which was very cute.

The old farmer smiled and tugged on Little Stone's pigtails. "All right, grandpa will beat them up later. You stay here and watch over our sheep. Your mother will be here soon."

Little Stone seemed to understand something. He held the old farmer's hand tightly and said, "Grandpa, I want to go with you to fight the bad guys!"

The old farmer shook his head and smiled, "Little Stone, you are too young to go. You have to stay at home and protect yourself and the sheep."

"But……"

Before Little Stone finished speaking, a woman in floral clothes carrying a hoe came from a distance and shouted, "Dad, it's time to go home for dinner."

The old farmer looked at the woman with a smile and said, "I'm not going back. You drive the sheep back later. I'll be gone for a while and will be back soon."

The woman was startled when she heard this, and asked in confusion: "It's almost dark, where are you going?"

The old farmer looked at the rolling hills in the distance, then looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "It's time for my old bones to be put to use."

At this time, the woman had come to the old farmer. She frowned when she heard him say, "Have you been drinking today? What are you talking about?"

"I didn't drink..." The old farmer clenched the rusty knife in his hand, "Today... I won't drink."

The woman looked at the old farmer's determined eyes and had an ominous premonition in her heart. She knew that she was not her father's biological daughter, and she also knew that the ugly and dirty father in front of her was not an ordinary man, because she had seen her father use one finger to cut away the dark clouds in order to make little Shitou happy, making the gloomy sky clear. If this method was not that of an evolver, what else could it be?

"Dad, are you going to a foreign land..." The woman choked up when she said this. The war in the foreign land is known to the whole world. The headlines of various news every day are all about foreign lands and evolvers. It is hard not to know about it.

The woman was just watching the live broadcast of Universe Media. Even people as strong as Zhao Zilong were no match for the old thief Yinfeng. No matter how strong her father was, could he be stronger than Zhao Zilong and others?

The old farmer turned his back to the woman, paused for a moment, and waved his hand, saying, "Zhao Zilong and the others are all baits, and so are I. The reason why we appear frequently is to create a false impression for the myriad races in the universe, making them think that although the Yanhuang race is declining, there are many evolved strongmen, making it difficult for them to guess the true strength of our race..."

"...You don't need to worry about me, I'll be back soon!"

"Dad, I understand, but..." The woman burst into tears, but she did not stop the old farmer. She just choked up and said, "What if... I mean, what if you can't come back..."

She was afraid that the old farmer would never come back. She was abandoned by her parents when she was young and was picked up and raised by the old farmer.

As the saying goes, the grace of giving birth is greater than the grace of raising a child!

To the woman, the old farmer is not her biological father, but he is closer to her than her biological father.

The old farmer laughed when he heard this, picked up his knife and took a step into the air. It was as if there were invisible stairs in the air. He stood in the air and said casually: "If I don't come back..."

"...Then I'll never come back."