Three days ago.
Icefield City.
Located near the Polar Glacier, the city sits beneath a thick, icy canopy, enveloping the entire underwater city.
The subzero supercooled water only allows a small portion of the Sea Race to live comfortably here.
At this mont.
A beggar was begging on the street, huddled in a corner, shivering uncontrollably.
A nobleman with a stiff face approached, bent down, and dropped a few Magic Coins, kindly saying, "Co with , and I’ll teach you how to cultivate, how about it?"
The beggar touched his dirty face, looked at him, and said, "Are you a Pseudo-human? Planning to infect ?"
The nobleman displayed a slightly stiff, cold expression: "How did you know?"
The beggar replied, "It’s simple, if you don’t want to get beaten as a beggar, you have to observe who you can beg from and who you can’t... These days, I’ve seen many similar Pseudo-humans passing by on the street."
"They can’t tell, but I can; I grew up listening to Pseudo-human stories."
"Interesting." The nobleman said, "Why don’t you call for help?"
In the beggar’s eyes, there was only an endless void and cold desolation, yet he spoke quite rationally.
"Life is too bitter, I’m a Human Race hybrid... If I beco a Pseudo-human, will the Pseudo-human possess my mories and live on in my place?" the beggar said.
"Yes?" the nobleman asked with interest.
"Including inheriting my hatred?" the beggar questioned.
"Yes, including your hatred." The nobleman said, "Want to give it a try?"
The beggar clenched his fists and said, "Hmm, I want to try, my parents, my family... the Dragon Race! The Dragon Race!!"
As he spoke, extre resentnt flashed in his eyes.
"Such an interesting look in your eyes." The nobleman bent down, "You have a Lower Grade Water Spirit Root. Currently, you have two choices: First, find an Upper Grade Spirit Root to replace your Lower Spirit Root."
"Second, experint with the Five Elents Cycle of a Lower Grade Immortal Spirit Root, adding four Lower Spirit Roots to your innate Lower Water Spirit Root."
"Choose the first, and you might not be able to take revenge; the Dragon Race isn’t sothing a re Upper Grade Spirit Root can overco."
"If you choose the second, and you can survive the parasitic coexistence of four Pseudo-humans within you... you will beco an Immortal Spirit Root, maybe even hope to beco the king of our Pseudo-humans."
"Pseudo-Human King?" the beggar said blankly.
"The Pseudo-human groups in other cities are evolving through various ans, creating their leaders."
"And if you succeed, you will be the leader of our group of Pseudo-humans."
"The forr Pseudo-Human King was a Human God, you should understand the historical significance he held!"
The nobleman said, "And if you succeed, you have the chance to vie for the second-generation Human God... to beco the new god of the Human Race, to again rule over the humans of this era... and I, as well as the majority of the current Pseudo-humans, will follow you."
The beggar remained silent, "Alright, I agree!"
He knew, even if he endured it, he was destined for the dead end of possession, but so what?
Sarcasm and hatred swept through his eyes; while he begged, tortured, and beaten, those of the Dragon Race laughed...
Why, why, why were they born so high above, not needing to cultivate, only relying on their long lifespan, naturally becoming great experts at the Two-Phase Realm level upon reaching adulthood?
Soon, in a small alley.
Four Iron Wire Flowers forcibly entered the beggar’s body, flowing along with the bloodstream and into his brain.
Crack!
The beggar’s whole body bulged with veins, his entire being swelling up rapidly like fernting dough, expanding, expanding, then expanding so more.
He seed on the verge of exploding at any mont.
The nobleman chuckled lightly, "Failed again, huh, even with an active choice of courting death, the Five Spirit Roots Cycle seems only the physique of the Dragon Race can endure it."
"Hatred, it’s not an omnipotent thing after all."
He turned around, about to leave.
Suddenly, the swelling aura behind him burst forth, and the withered beggar slowly stood up.
"What?"
The nobleman quickly turned his head in shock.
"I succeeded..."
"No, I am already dead; it’s another ’’ that has awakened."
The beggar’s eyes drooped with a flash of bright red, his whole being slowly floated up in the sea water, with gold, wood, water, fire, and earth slowly swirling around him.
"The current is nothing more than another similar flower."
He stood up.
"Three flowers bloom, then I know who I am."
...
Two days later.
Boom!
Icefield City was in constant turmoil from the war.
"Damn it! How could this happen..." Standing on the snow-forged walls, the Icefield City Lord of the Three Elents Realm displayed a pained expression.
His human wives and concubines, his human half-blood children, all were infected significantly.
But fortunately, pseudo-humans can only infect entry-level cultivators without Three Flowers, so their high-tier combat power remained untouched.
Yet, this still dealt a massive blow to the entire city.
"My lord, are you alright?"
At this mont, an elderly woman in the Four Viscera Realm on the wall showed a worried expression, "We just need to kill all the cultivators with human blood in the city, then we won’t have any pseudo-humans here!"
"But there are still so innocent sub-human race mbers who aren’t infected..." The Icefield City Lord’s tall figure trembled slightly, in so pain.
In the Sea Race, there are corrupt officials who toy with human lives, as well as idealists like him who are great and noble.
He, a young Ice Dragon with thousands of years of lifespan, was exiled here, indicating his personality was not favored by the Dragon Race.
Most of the Dragon Race are born at the top of the world, often slacking off, unambitious, and loving pleasure, which is incompatible with him.
"Isolate those low-tier cultivators..."
The Icefield City Lord thought for a mont, then turned around and said, "After all, they can only infect entry-level small cultivators in the Five Elents Realm... the Four Viscera Realm pseudo-humans are helpless."
"Pseudo-humans are the nesis of the Human Race, they will soon infect the Human side, and our Sea Race just needs to sit back and watch."
"The Human Race is suffering, and our Sea Race might gain from it." The Icefield City Lord said.
"My lord, you have internal communications from the Dragon Race." The elderly woman said.
The Icefield City Lord, without any guard, took the communication token.
But suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his hand.
"What is this?" He suddenly flung the communication token away, a wound appeared on his palm from which countless toxins spread throughout his body.
The Icefield City Lord’s figure wobbled, looking at the elderly woman in front of him, "You! You’ve also beco a pseudo-human... but how is this possible!?"
"You are a pure-blood Demon Race in the Four Viscera Realm, you have a natural spirit root, how could you be possessed by a pseudo-human?"
This toxin is the Dragon-slaying Poison from his treasury.
It was a poison equipped by so special dragon hunter cultivators of the Human Race.
He had stored it away to deal with his Dragon Race brethren, not expecting it to be taken from the treasury by an insider and used against him.
The elderly woman stared at him stiffly, "How do we infect high-tier cultivators? You will soon know."
As a Three Elents Realm cultivator, the Icefield City Lord soon wobbled and couldn’t hold on anymore.
"Let’s begin the possession."
On the city wall, a few more cultivators in the Four Viscera Realm appeared one after another, looking at the Icefield City Lord with stiff expressions.
"He is an Ice Dragon... requires a Five Elents Spirit Root Cycle."
"Thanks to the Immortal Technique published by the Saint of the Xin Dynasty, we found our pseudo-human thod to possess the Demon Race based on his second spirit root cultivation thod."
"The Five Elents Cycle, this is our first ti doing it this way, we’ve never tried it before."
"We also don’t have a corresponding Celestial Spirit Root."
"We can only treat him as an upper-grade Water Spirit Root, matched with upper-grade Gold, Wood, Fire, Earth, Five Elents Cycle, to achieve an Immortal Spirit Root."
"Four of the sa race possessing together? Wonder if it will work, he might not hold up."
"We must try!"
The pseudo-humans maintained expressionless faces.
Before long, four Iron Wire Three Flowers slowly crawled into his body.
But after a while, the entire Icefield City Lord convulsed all over, becoming stiff in an instant.
"What a sha."
"It still couldn’t succeed, it seems that having five lower-grade roots is already a miracle for ." A beggar walked over from afar, already washed and grood, transford into a tall young man with blue hair.
They have already evolved once.
These pseudo-humans, after possession, gained human knowledge and wisdom.
And like a swarm, they remain united, share knowledge, study together, constantly evolving in their specialty of possession, expanding the clan further!
Even the species of Iron Wire Three Flowers are becoming finer, more concealed.
They have developed the Dharma thod to infect high-tier cultivators.
They will advance step by step in infection.
The family mbers in the Five Elents Realm plot against the Four Viscera Realm, forcibly depending on the other party’s spirit root attributes, equipping more spirit roots.
The Four Viscera Realm attacks the Three Elents Realm, moving upwards step by step in possession.
Of course, this Dharma thod is crude and requires refinent.
The success rate of possessing high-tier cultivators isn’t high... even if possession succeeds, they only occupy the body and don’t inherit original mories, as high-tier cultivators’ mories are locked to prevent leaking family secrets.
After succeeding in possession, they beco amnesiac blank slate cultivators with only the realm...
But, what Dharma thod is not crude at the start?
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