Early morning.
Bone Demon Sect.
The Human Race Scholar White Flower sat cross-legged in cultivation.
Over the past month, he had obtained numerous cultivation resources, and now with an Upper Grade Spiritual Root, his cultivation speed was remarkably fast.
"Hah!"
"My neck is starting to hurt again."
He touched the Three Flowers on his neck.
White Flower was an honest man; the Bone Demons liberated Fish Wine City, slaughtered tyrants, and destroyed the City Lord, leading to today's prosperous sanctuary.
Of course, he knew that he might be used as a guinea pig, to observe the cultivation progress of pseudo-human Three Flowers who failed to succeed in possession.
After all.
He might be another Human Ancestor.
In the Ancestral Human Biography, the Human Ancestor faced various accidents; the Three Flowers might also have failed to possess, parasitizing on his neck, or elsewhere.
"Walking the path of the Human Ancestor again? My head is starting to hurt too."
