"Sweetwood is migrating."
At this point, Zhong could not help saying, "Go back. Go back and report this. Nature in the wilds has erupted into turmoil."
Zhong knew very well that Sweetwood possessed the traits of "nature."
It had the property of immortality, but did not count as "nature." Even so, the immortality tree was extraordinarily troublesome. Everyone who believed in it became its host.
Those who consumed this tree could indeed live forever, but without realizing it, they had already become part of Sweetwood.
More precisely, they became Sweetwood's slaves, and they would also die in all manner of "accidents" later on.
Sweetwood kept growing within their bodies, developing, developing, developing.
Until it matured.
Once mature, Sweetwood gave off a rich fragrance.
No food could compare to that scent. This held true not just for humans, but for birds and beasts as well. Likewise, Sweetwood's chain of transmission was not limited to humans. Sweetwood acted like something laced with a feeding attractant.
Once its chain of transmission matured, it began releasing a peculiar fragrance.
One that living creatures could not resist devouring.
In other words, in theory, anyone who ate Sweetwood could live forever. But reality was not theory. In reality, those who ate Sweetwood became food, to be swallowed by even more people!
Allowing it to keep spreading.
Thus, Sweetwood was no life-saving medicine.
Sweetwood was a life-taking evil ghost.
"There must be no one left in the entire tribe."
Zhong spoke. He did not need to think to know what had happened to the tribe. Sweetwood did not kill people, but no one could resist its delicious scent once it matured. So the most likely outcome was—
Devouring.
The whole tribe had devoured one another.
The people of the tribe had not suddenly vanished.
They had all