In a twisted and changing space, ancient thrones float unevenly one after another.

Buzz!

An illusory and majestic figure, followed by a burst of void distortion, appeared on the highest, most massive throne.

He slowly sat down, his body always shrouded in gray fog. Only a pair of blue eyes penetrated the fog and scanned the entire space.

Figures began to appear on the surrounding thrones.

After each figure appears, he will first bow to the figure on the central throne and then sit down.

On a throne near the corner, the void twisted, revealing Wang Yang's figure.

Wang Yang looked at the majestic figure at the top and bowed to him.

The majestic figure looked him over, nodded, and said nothing.

After Wang Yang sat down, he began to look around.

Except for the figure at the top who is shrouded in layers of fog and cannot see his true face, most of the others are their true forms.

Among them were the Barbarian and Shura tribes that he was familiar with, as well as the Nether tribe, which had the largest number of people.

In addition, there are many races that he has only heard of.

For example, the Eldar have pointed ears, green hair, and are unusually tall.

A Zerg that is only the size of a palm and has transparent wings.

A nine-headed tribe with a humanoid body and nine snake heads.

etc!

It opened Wang Yang’s horizons a lot.

I originally thought that there were not many races in the Great World of Jiuyou, but now I see that there are actually dozens of them, and these races are all upper-class races that have the ability to refine the void. I am afraid there are even more lower-class races that have not reached the level of void refinement.

"Don't talk nonsense when you first come here. I will stand up for you later!"

In the distance, Ming Ran sent a message to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang nodded.

After everyone arrived, the figure at the top finally spoke.

"This time we are called together to discuss the quota of the original world, but before that, I want to announce something first, that is, the human race's Daoist King will become one of us!"

The illusory figure pointed towards Wang Yang's position.

In fact, many people noticed Wang Yang's unfamiliar face. When they were confirmed by Mo Hu's figure, they all showed unexpected expressions.

Wang Yang stood up and cupped his hands to everyone and said: "I have met all of you, Wang Yang, and I hope you will take good care of me!"

These words were all taught to him by Ming Ran.

"You're welcome, fellow Daoist Wang!"

"welcome!"

"Let's get closer and closer in the future!"

"Wang Daoyou is young and promising!"

Many people expressed their congratulations and took the opportunity to say a few words of friendship.

With multiple friends and multiple paths, there is no need to conflict with unrelated people.

Wang Yang responded politely.

After saying hello, Wang Yang was about to sit down when a discordant voice sounded.

"This kind of Lianxu, who has an unknown origin and appears suddenly, is recruited here like this. Your Majesty, isn't it a bit too casual!"

A short and fat man named Lianxu, who was covered in black scales, had a sneer on his face and said in a sinister manner.

Wang Yang frowned and glanced at the other party.

He didn't seem to know the other person, and he didn't offend him.

"Yes, it will take at least ten thousand years of investigation, and only after our discussion and approval can we let him join!"

A Lianxu from the Nine-Headed Clan echoed.

"The human race is so weak, it would be a waste to give him a seat alone! It is better to let him take the race to the open world first, and then consider joining the empire when he is strong enough!"

The Wing Clan, who had wings on his back and was as white as snow, spoke calmly.

After hearing what these people said, Wang Yang rolled his eyes and looked at Ming Ran.

He realized that these people should be Mingran's opponents, but he didn't know whose power they belonged to.

Ming Ran sat there and did not move, but someone below stood up and spoke for Wang Yang.

"If a race is weak, it cannot join the empire? I remember that the Wing Tribe was still a plaything of other races ten thousand years ago!"

A rough barbarian named Lianxu stood up and laughed loudly.

"you wanna die!"

The Wing Clan Lianxu was furious, and the power of the space around him surged.

The humiliation of the race thousands of years ago is a taboo to him.

The rugged barbarian didn't take him for granted, and turned to preach to a few other people.

"With your consent? Are your Majesty's words useless, or are you trying to usurp the power of the empire?"

"You, don't talk nonsense! I'm thinking about the empire!"

The Nine-Headed Clan vomited blood while refining their weak energy.

He just made an opinion, and this guy slapped him randomly.

"Hmph! I think you should think about it for yourself first! It's been a long time since you Nine-Headed Tribe won the World Stone! And you!"

The rugged barbarian tribe pointed at the black scale tribe to refine the void.

"If you want to talk about being born unclean, there is nothing more disgusting than your Black Scale Clan!"

"Who are you calling disgusting? You are a barbarian who only has a body but no brains. Haven't you barbarians ever done anything immoral..."

"At least 10,000 times cleaner than your Black Scale clan!"

The barbarian Lianxu looks rough, but he doesn't lose at all when he fights people.

The Black Phosphorus tribe couldn't stand it anymore, and a few more people stood up.

Of course, the barbarians did not fight alone. Some people also stood up and exchanged insults with each other.

The two parties were quarreling like shrews, and they were so noisy that they almost took action directly. Even some innocent Lianxu were involved, and the scene was extremely lively.

As the parties involved, Wang Yang and the Shura clan sat calmly in their seats without saying a word.

Lianxu from the Nether Clan basically sat still, as if he didn't see anything.

"Okay! Everyone sit down!"

The voice came from the mouth of the Hades Emperor, the place fell silent, and everyone sat down obediently.

"The matter is settled like this, no further discussion is needed! Now let's talk about the quota in the original world!"

Emperor Jiuyou raised his hand and threw out a large number of young leaves that emitted green light.

"This time there are a total of 600 initial quotas, which will be divided equally among the top ten races. The race that is willing to give up can get ten World Stones!"

"I want a spot!"

"Me too!"

None of the top ten races chose to give up.

Ming Ran's brows wrinkled slightly.

As far as she knows, the Jiuyou Great World has only been allocated a total of 1,600 initial quotas. The Nether Clan has taken up 1,000, and the remaining 600 have all been thrown out. Then -

The Underworld Emperor waved his hand, and the green leaves immediately flew into the hands of the ten tribes.

What surprised Wang Yang was that the Barbarian and Shura tribes were actually among them.

After dividing the initial quotas equally, Emperor Jiuyou threw out a new batch of quotas, this time for the mid-term period, with a total of 10,000. However, this time it was no longer divided equally, but the one with the highest price got it.

In the end, on average, one thousand places are worth about four world stones.

Then there are the later quotas, which are cheaper and more plentiful. On average, 10,000 quotas are worth only two World Stones.

Finally, there are quotas for the final period, and basically no one cares about them. Only the top ten races bought tens of thousands of them.

Wang Yang didn't buy any of them because he didn't have any World Stone.

After the quotas were taken, the Underworld Emperor looked at Wang Yang and said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, as a new member of Lianxu, you can either get a hundred mid-term quotas or a thousand late-stage quotas! You can choose which one you want!

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After hearing Ming Huang's words, Ming Ran stood up first before Wang Yang could speak.
To be continued...