It Was the Greatest Leader of the Ancient Era!

The Jungle Treant clan's territory was filled with flowers, grass, insects, and fish. Lush greenery flourished everywhere, while vines stood like towering high-rises.

"False Humans really are perfect for infiltration." Ning Zheng had possessed a little Ember outside the door who was carrying a fishing net—the Soul Summoning Banner—and had slipped straight inside.

The gate behind him was still checking everyone.

"Stop! Submit to inspection!"

"Okay."

"How did the one ahead get through?"

"That was an Ember. False Humans can't possess them."

"All right."

The Jungle Treant clan consisted of green, humanoid figures, like puppets made from vines. Their entire bodies were emerald green, while green leaves and flowers formed beautiful clothes, giving them a gentle, friendly natural beauty.

This city was truly beautiful. The clan members came and went along the streets, warm and enthusiastic. It was obvious that they were a gentle, kind, peace-loving race.

There was no denying it.

Ning Zheng's nearly hermitlike personality had caused him to miss many of the beautiful sights across the Nine Continents and Four Seas.

In the Nine Continents, he had only spent time in Xinyi Continent City.

In the Eastern Sea, he had only spent time in Bone Demon Royal City.

But he did not regret it. How could someone who broke through one realm nearly every week possibly have time for leisure?

And because the blacksmith was so crazily bent on courting death, he did not dare go outside. He was afraid of being caught in the crossfire and beaten senseless.

He had reached this point by frantically cultivating in seclusion, watching the blacksmith cause trouble, cultivating in seclusion, and watching the blacksmith cause trouble.

Ning Zheng did not linger. He reached the ancestral graveyard safely, without encountering any obstacles or guards.

Because just one minute before Ning Zheng