The Jungle Tree-man Race, scattered with flowers, insects, and fish, is lush and green, with vines towering like tall buildings.

"Pseudo-human, really suitable for infiltration." Ning Zheng possessed the little Embers outside the gate holding a net—Soul-Calling Banner, and directly blended in.

The large gate behind was still checking personnel.

"Stop, submit to inspection!"

"Okay."

"How did the one in front go through?"

"That was Embers, pseudo-human cannot possess."

"Alright."

...

The Jungle Tree-man Race appears as green humanoids, puppets composed of vines, entirely green, with leaves and flowers forming beautiful attire, exuding a gentle and amiable natural charm.

This city is truly beautiful; the tribe people on the streets are very enthusiastic, clearly a gentle and kind race, unperturbed by the world.

It has to be said.

Ning Zheng's almost reclusive nature made him miss many sceneries of the Nine-State and Four Seas.

In the Nine-State, only the Xinyi Continent City.

In the East Sea, only the Bone Demon Royal City.

But he doesn't regret it, breaking through one Realm per week, where would he find leisure time?

Moreover, due to the reckless actions of the blacksmith, he dares not go out, fearing to get involved and end up beaten.

His advancements came from relentless closed-door breakthroughs, watching the blacksmith create havoc, then breaking through, and watching again.

At this time, Ning Zheng did not linger, he arrived safely at the ancestral tomb area, unimpeded, undefended.

Because just a minute before Ning Zheng's arrival.

"Let's go, let's eat early." said a tomb guard.

"Isn't that bad? We should be faithful to our duties." Another tree-man guard hesitated.

"Hey, we've guarded here for thousands of years, never an incident, even historically, no attacks on the cemetery." Another tree-man yawned, "We're only early for a moment, who would come during such a short handover gap?"

"Well, alright then." The tree-man was persuaded, feeling unusually hungry today, especially lazy.

Thus.

A handover window appeared.

Such coincidence, so lucky.

Currently, the Bone Demon Royal City already provides 150 million Qi Fortune Value from its citizens, equivalent to daily outputs from millions of people contributing 500,000 Qi Fortune.

Blessings from millions of citizens are sufficient to transform Ning Zheng into a monster, favoring him with all sorts of "small matters."

He walked graciously, looking relaxed and like a world-traveling wanderer, rather than a tomb raider.

"Unlike the Human Race with their varied dreams."

"The Demon Race, with a fixed growth mode and educational environment, mostly aligns their obsessions to be similar."

"Let me see what your family's obsession is..."

He began to dig graves openly, merge, splice, melding into a Tree-man Ancestor Demon God.

Selecting common obsessions for integration.

He was surprised to discover that a third of those present shared the same obsession: run faster!

Trees?

Run faster?

Indeed, they cultivate the flash leftover afterimage Divine Techniques, heard the chieftain is chosen by whoever runs the fastest, even courtship involves running contests.

"Getting in was truly simple." Ning Zheng's eyes revealed a gentle light, pseudo-human Three Flower possessed this amalgamation Embers, transforming into a tall, handsome green tree-man figure.

Feels pretty good.

He silently contemplated, slowly casting Xian's flesh into the mix.

Instantly, this crazily twisted aggregation tree-man monster approached structural calmness.

"It's about time to leave."

Ning Zheng, looking at the ancestral tomb nearly emptied of the same obsession, already spacious and deserted.

He didn't choose to be assertive like Su Yuniang, with intense performative desires, constantly speaking mysterious ancient histories. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Although Su Yuniang had prepared lines and actions of the Tree-man Ancestor, Ning Zheng didn't need them.

"Those words, leave them for their own performance."

"More or fewer Ancestor performances make no difference."

Ning Zheng departed unreservedly, not choosing to be exposed by speaking anything unnecessary.

As he walked out the door, there were still no guards.

Even though he stirred up a huge construction in the tomb, passing the handover gap, he was still undiscovered.

Because the two cultivators rushing to take over happened to encounter issues.

Among the two guards hurrying together, one was a pseudo-human possession revealed, defecting from the family, with the other chasing away.

And the guard chasing thought, since the pursuit was justifiable, even if late, the two guards transferring responsibilities would wait for them to arrive before leaving.

Thus, you think the other will take on a bit more, the other thinks you will take on a bit more, creating a very coincidental window period.

Tap, tap.

Ning Zheng walked openly out the tomb gate, onto the street.

"Combat and such, to me, it's meaningless."

Ning Zheng thought he truly wasn't some protagonist from a tale, always involved in chaos, triggering crises wherever he went.

Now his body was not the small Embers after the possession, but an aggregation of countless ancestors, Tree-man Ancestor Demon God, giving off an intimidating and enormous aura.

Walking on the street, tall figure, every move exuding natural ease, drawing glances!

On the street, countless male and female tree-men all looked toward this person.

"That guy... seems unfamiliar." A young tree-man Saintess talent watched a genteel and gentle tree-man figure strolling down the street.

Aura profound and immense, ancient and timeless, resembling those ancestors in seclusion in terms of lineage.