The cities of the Yaksha Tribe all followed much the same layout. If his guess was right, that was the source of the aura shrouding the city.
Ding Yuanlong kept an eye on the nearby yakshas as he made his way deeper inside.
He had already prepared for the worst: the moment anything went wrong, he would force his way in. Yet he found that the yaksha bloodline within him and his transformed appearance seemed to have worked. He passed through completely unhindered.
As he continued, he gradually understood why.
His bloodline was not actually all that pure. To the Yaksha Tribe, he probably looked like some sort of mixed-blood descendant.
But yaksha society was truly primitive. It had yet to develop specialized occupations such as city guards. Even the occasional particularly vigilant individual who suspected him did not dare approach and question him lightly.
After all, he was openly radiating the aura of a General-Rank Warrior, enough to qualify as a battle commander among the yakshas.
In a world where the weak were meat for the strong, that was a natural pass. Only someone tired of living would meddle.
"This really is surprisingly easy!"
Ding Yuanlong shook his head and continued onward with even less attempt at concealment.
Now that he knew ordinary yakshas posed no threat to him, the only ones he needed to watch were the Earth Rank yakshas in the city.
But even in this Royal City, fewer than fifty yakshas had reached Earth Rank, and they were widely scattered.
Prepared while his opponents were unsuspecting, he ultimately reached the central plaza without trouble.
Yet a single glance inside left him stunned.
The place was indeed exactly like Mannali's Royal City, but on a distinctly grander scale.
The enormous plaza, several li across, was paved entirely