In the center of an outburst of green light, Zhou Ying's hair rapidly grew so long it reached her leg, fluttering in an invisible wind. and the vitality radiating from her was visible to the naked eye. She seemed to have become one with the land.

Fenghe's eyes opened wide. "What's going on? Some form of interspecies assimilation? This—This can't be!"

Fenghe had delved deeply into biological research, and he had never, ever seen such a phenomenon. The assimilation between Zhou Ying and the shaman of the wood spirit went against all he knew of biology.

He had examined lifeforms in the past which could merge of their own volition, but none that...