Our eldest brother never hides good things from us.

"Senior Brother, please speak."

Lin Yuan approached Chang Wen and listened attentively.

"First of all, your father will have me step in. Only if the other four clans disagree with my involvement will you be allowed to participate."

Chang Wenchuan's explanation.

"But senior brother, doesn't that mean I still have a chance to go?"

Lin Yuan quickly figured out the problem.

"Stay calm, don't feel pressured."

Chang Wen patted his arm, "There's a first time for everything. You'll get used to it after the first time."

"What the eldest brother says is true. With so many clansmen watching here, I can't let them look down on us."

Lin Yuan straightened up and looked towards the other four clans. "My father just told me that my strongest opponent this time is Long Aotian of the Dragon Clan, whose strength is at the peak of the Integration Realm. He's only one step away from the Tribulation Realm. As long as I can defeat him, I will achieve victory."

"Let me see."

Chang Wen followed Lin Yuan's gaze and saw a noble-looking young man dressed in gold.

[Name: Long Aotian]

[Age/Height/Weight: 26 years old/213cm/100kg]

[Identity: Young Master of the Dragon Clan.]

[Realm: Peak of the Integration Stage.]

[Spiritual Root: None.]

[Physique: Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon.]

[Favorability, 0/100]

[System evaluation: Attempting to lead the Dragon Clan to dominate the Demon Realm, and then unify the Five Domains.]

"Holy crap, Long Aotian? There really is someone with that name?"

The world's great wonders.

Chang Wen froze on the spot, as distant memories surged through time and space, attacking him relentlessly...

It took Chang Wen a long while to recover. He then transmitted his voice to Lin Yuan and asked, "Yuan'er, do you know how the Dragon Clan's combat strength is divided?"

"I know, they categorize them by the color and number of dragon claws. Gold is the most powerful color, and nine is the ultimate number."

Lin Yuan answered.

"If you were to play, it would indeed be quite difficult."

Chang Wen thought of the nine-clawed golden dragon on the system panel and patted Lin Yuan meaningfully.

If Lin Yuan were to participate, a bloody battle would be inevitable. After all, Long Aotian is only arrogant, not weak.

After talking with Lin Yuan about the other competitors, Chang Wen calmed down and waited for the God King Battle to begin.

"Gentlemen, let's not delay, shall we begin immediately?"

The Dragon Clan Chief proposed.

The four clan leaders, including Lin Wanli, responded in unison.

The younger members of the five clans did not dawdle and quickly arrived at the center of the field, where Chang Wen was prominently among them.

"Wait a moment!"

Before anyone could react, the dragon clan chief's gaze fell on Chang Wen. "You're not one of our beastmen, are you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Chang Wen.

The people of the Northern Wilderness who were watching through the light screen were also watching intently. Why did Chang Wen go up directly?

Dude, you're really good at fighting. You just finished fighting in the Northern Wilderness and then went to fight in the Demon Ruins?

Chang Wen was unaware of these things. He looked at the Dragon Clan Chief, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Senior, Lin Wanli is my uncle."

In short, people were stunned.

The most confused were the cultivators from the Northern Wilderness. Dude, what race are you from?

The dragon clan chief looked at Chang Wen, his brows furrowing slightly. "You're talking nonsense. You don't have any beastman bloodline aura at all; you're clearly a pure human."

"Father, don't meddle."

Before Chang Wen could reply, Long Aotian's voice rang out calmly, "It's just a change of personnel; it won't affect the outcome."

"Shut up!"

The Dragon Clan Chief immediately stopped Long Aotian, "It's not your place to interrupt when your elders are speaking!"

Long Aotian was stunned.

Because of his exceptional talent, the entire dragon clan treated him with utmost respect from childhood to adulthood. The dragon clan patriarch never even raised his voice at him.

Now that they've yelled at him in public, even the most arrogant man realizes something's wrong. What's going on?

The dragon clan chief ignored him and then looked at Lin Wanli, "Lin Wanli, it's inappropriate for you to let a junior human interfere in our beast clan's affairs!"

"Lin Wanli, you said it was a competition among the younger generation of our clan, why are you bringing in outside help?"

"For tens of thousands of years, the five races of the Demon Ruins have never had a precedent of bringing in outside help to fight. The human race is cunning and treacherous. If he were to seize the throne of the God King, wouldn't the entire Demon Ruins be at the mercy of the human race in the future? My Nine-Tailed Fox Clan will not allow this."

"Exactly! Either send this human brat back, or cancel the God-King War altogether!"

The other four tribal chiefs spoke firmly and unanimously, clearly refusing the offer.

They had already discerned that Chang Wen's exposed peak Tribulation Transcending strength was far beyond the reach of any junior member of their clan.

If Chang Wen is allowed to participate in the war, then what is the point of fighting?

You can just throw it directly.

Lin Wanli wasn't in a hurry. He looked at the four clan leaders and said, "Gentlemen, our contract doesn't say we can't seek outside help. Since it doesn't say that, it's in accordance with the rules. If you're capable, you can go find help yourself. I, Lin Wanli, will not stop you."

"Lin Wanli, aren't you just being unreasonable?"

The Nine-Tailed Clan Chief's beautiful eyes gradually turned cold. "This kid's strength is clearly at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage. We don't even know if he's been possessed. If he wins the God King Battle, will our Demon Ruins have to honor him as king in the future?"

"Fellow Taoist, don't be anxious."

Lin Wanli looked at the Nine-Tailed Clan Chief and said, "His name is Chang Wen, a disciple of the Northern Wilderness Haoran Immortal Sect, and also my nephew. You can find out all of this if you want to. It is definitely not some kind of possession."

"A disciple of the Vast and Immortal Sect?"

Upon hearing that Chang Wen was a disciple of the Haoran Immortal Sect, the four clan leaders were all taken aback.

Although they are of different races, the previous tribal chiefs all gave them one instruction when passing on their leadership:

Do not become entangled in the karma of the Vast Immortal Sect. If you absolutely must become involved, you must do good to them, never evil. This saying has been passed down through generations.

Thinking about this, their gaze towards Chang Wen changed.

They had never had any contact with the Haoran Immortal Sect before, so they naturally didn't need to pay attention to what the previous patriarch said.

But now Chang Wen and Lin Baoding are standing right in front of them, and they must make a decision as soon as possible.

"I still disagree!"

The Nine-Tailed Clan Chief was the first to clarify his stance, looking at Lin Wanli. "Lin Wanli, if you insist on this, we may simply return to our respective territories and let the demonic scourge run rampant. We will handle the demonic scourge within the Nine-Tailed Clan's territory ourselves, and there's no need for the other clans to help each other. From now on, each of the five clans will mind its own business, and it will be none of anyone else's concern wherever the demonic scourge spreads!"

She chose not to have any karmic connection with the Haoran Immortal Sect.

Lin Wanli frowned.

The Nine-Tailed Clan Chief's words struck at the heart of the five clans' greatest concern.

Over the years, the five races have harbored their own ulterior motives, secretly plotting against each other and vying for the sacred spiritual veins and treasure lands. Their internal strife has never ceased. The increasing depletion of resources within each race has given the demon race an opportunity to exploit the situation.

Countless demonic cultivators infiltrated the Demon Ruins, causing boundless demonic calamities.

Left with no other choice, the leaders of the five clans gathered to discuss and decide on this God-King War.

The original intention was to determine the leader of the Demon Ruins, integrate the power of all five races, join forces to eliminate the demonic threat throughout the territory, and stabilize the foundation of the Demon Ruins.

However, if the war between the gods and kings is canceled and the five races return to their divided and confrontational state, the demonic scourge will only intensify. Within a thousand years, the entire Demon Ruins will be completely transformed into a paradise for demons.

Therefore, the God-King War is imperative and cannot be abandoned.

However, Lin Wanli will not easily give up on having Chang Wen as a foreign aid.

Thinking of this, he looked at the Nine-Tailed Clan Chief and spoke.