"So Wood Spirits weren't Wood Spirits at all, just forms you took!" Lu Ye understood. If this was an innate ability of theirs, then it made sense that even his Insight Spirit Pattern had failed to detect any flaw.
The starry sky was vast, home to countless races. Other than the Human Race, which had nothing particularly remarkable about it, nearly every race possessed one or two talents in which it excelled.
Yet ironically, it was the Human Race, the race with the fewest distinguishing traits, that occupied the most realms in the starry sky and stood as the most deserving overlord among all races.
A great cultivator had once declared that if the Human Race in the starry sky did not engage in internal strife, no other race would have any room to survive. By then, every race would become a vassal of humanity.
But internal conflict among humans was something that simply could not be stopped or changed.
"The Fairy Race has many strange traits, not just the ability to transform. But if there is any race in the Cycle Tree's realms that can transform so convincingly, it can only be the Fairy Race!" As Yu Yaorao spoke, she had already put away her thread-like Spiritual Treasure. Standing before Patriarch Mu Shanshan's corpse, she ignited a bright flame in her hand and stared at the chunks of flesh on the ground. "Still not showing yourselves? Do you really want me to burn you out?"
When her thread-like Spiritual Treasure had sliced through Mu Shanshan's body, it had looked as though she had cut him into pieces. Yet throughout the entire process, she had felt no resistance whatsoever. In other words, Mu Shanshan had already fallen apart at the same instant the threads passed through him. Even the emerald-green