Choosing Spiritual Roots, Invasion of the Ancestral Tombs

False Humans... How disgusting.

The Calamity of the Shell, the Calamity of the Brain—truly worthy of being called the ancient twin calamities.

In reality, compared with the Ember Calamity that was close at hand, Ning Zheng looked down on the False Human Calamity just a little!

Everyone else thought False Humans were a super catastrophe. Ning Zheng thought otherwise.

First of all, False Humans were living creatures. They needed to grow and develop, and the development and potential of False Humans would only begin to rise after a very long time—at least a hundred years.

Only then could they go from the commoners whose bodies they had possessed to the young generation of Saint Sons in the middle and upper echelons.

By then, Ning Zheng would already have taken off.

Give him another two months, and he would charge straight into the Transforming Self Realm, becoming one of the peak combatants in the Nine Continents. Perhaps because his foundations were insufficient, he would be weaker only than leaders such as Xin Xichen and the Nine-Headed Dragon Emperor.

But what if he got yet another two months?

What was there to fear about the rise of False Humans?

False Humans wanted to compare their growth with mine?

Forget it. Suicide would be the better option.

Of course, if he said this aloud, the others would not believe him. To great cultivators, a hundred years was close at hand. Guarding against False Humans digging up their foundations was the most important thing.

The Ember Calamity went after your ancestors.

The False Human Calamity went after your descendants.

In their eyes, their descendants were the future.

In the entire world, only Ning Zheng's faction knew that the rise of False Humans was doomed to fail. The ones truly destined to rule were the