"That must be the legendary Void Mayfly..." Yan Shengjing's expression was complex, and his tone uncertain.
"Void Mayfly?" Zhou Tianyi exclaimed, "Are you sure, Yan? The Void Mayfly is born from the void outside the realms, appearing in the thousands, each capable of matching a Grand Master in strength. Those things, judging by their behavior..."
"Triangular head, purple eyes, and an ethereal body there's no doubt about it. As for their strength, these Void Mayflies are likely just recently hatched, still in their juvenile stage," Yan replied.
The faces of the other six turned grim; just fifty juvenile Void Mayflies had already caused them significant trouble. Imagining thousands pouring in sent chills down their spines.
"Yan, you have extensive knowledge. Do you know how to deal with them?" a regal-looking woman asked.
"There is a method. It's said that these creatures are very sensitive to spatial fluctuations. As long as we don't use our abilities, we should be able to avoid most of the Void Mayflies," Yan responded, surveying the area.
"We came for the Two-World Fruit, but there's something you should know. The birthplace of the Void Mayflies contains a rare treasure known as Void Liquid. Consuming it can enhance one's affinity for space, offering a chance to comprehend spatial abilities. It's as valuable as the Two-World Fruit!"
"Spatial abilities?" Everyone's eyes lit up with excitement.
Yan nodded, meeting their hopeful gazes, "Even juvenile Void Mayflies can rival ordinary Grand Masters, and they grow quickly. In just two or three cycles, they could evolve into adults, each with Grand Master-level power."
Noticing their worried expressions, Yan quickly added, "But you needn't worry. Such a situation will only happen in larger boundary spaces. This particular space likely cannot support their evolution."
"What's your insight, Yan? Please share," the elderly woman urged again.
Yan nodded, "The situation has changed. The existence of Void Mayflies in this boundary space won't last long, so we must act quickly. The Two-World Fruit only grows in the junction between two realms, and the birthplace of the Void Mayflies is likely there. We face an urgent problem: if we find their nest, we can't just take it by force. We need someone to lure them away. What do you all think?"
Yan smiled as he looked at the group, while their expressions shifted uneasily. Ouyang's face darkened as he felt Yan's gaze upon him, and his heart sank when Yan spoke next.
"Old Poison, you practice poison arts and have numerous insects. Compared to the others, this task is safest for you."
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Yan's expression was serious, his tone sincere.
"Safe my foot! Each of those things possesses Grand Master strength and has spatial affinity. Just a few dozen of them are manageable, but you want me to lure them from their nest? You must be plotting against me!" Ouyang erupted, his wrinkled face twisting into an ugly scowl.
"Calm down, Ouyang! We swore an oath to Heaven's Path; Yan wouldn't harm you!" an elder with dual hammers interjected.
"Exactly. Your survival skills are the best among us. Afterward, we can share some spoils," Zhou Tianyi suggested.
Ouyang squinted, realizing the consensus had formed. He knew further objections were futile. Seeing a chance for benefit eased his resentment somewhat, and he turned to the others.
"Is that true?"
"True!" they echoed.
"Then let's hurry," Yan declared.
The seven of them suppressed their spiritual powers and leaped onto floating debris ahead.
As they departed, a nearby meteor suddenly shimmered, revealing two figures.
"Yan Shengjing truly knows his stuff. Some details are even new to me," Man Tianqing remarked, observing where the group had vanished.
"To build a dynasty from scratch, his experiences must be extraordinary. I've heard he might have ties to the Wusheng Demon Sect, though I wonder how true that is," the island master hinted.
"Wusheng Demon Sect's Mo Tian Shui?" Man Tianqing's expression darkened; he had a significant grudge against Mo Tian Shui. If Yan were truly connected, this place could serve as an excellent site for burial.
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In another section of the dim space, the ground was covered by a thick layer of blood-colored flesh. Three towering flesh mountains, each over a thousand feet tall, pulsated rhythmically, as if breathing. With each pulse, vast amounts of air were drawn into the mountains, causing them to swell.
At that moment, Li Sheng found himself trapped within the blood-colored flesh layer, surrounded by countless bizarre magical creatures. Essence flowed from him, absorbed by the flesh and transferred to the mountains.
Time passed, and two booming voices like thunder jolted Li Sheng awake.
"Alchemical room instances have refreshed."
"Treasury instances have refreshed."
"Where am I?" Li Sheng was shocked to see the countless magical creatures around him.
His nascent celestial abilities flickered into existence, albeit dimly. Feeling a wave of weakness coursing through him, he quickly consumed a Nirvana Pill, revitalizing himself.
Despite the commotion, the surrounding magical creatures remained in a deep slumber, prompting a sigh of relief from Li Sheng.
He drew out a long spear, swiftly severing the tendrils that ensnared his legs.
"Is this the space within the canyon?" he wondered, recalling the two orange-yellow vertical pupils that had appeared before him.
Noticing the lack of movement from the creatures around him, he avoided provoking them and used the spear to cut at the flesh layer overhead. The resilient texture met his weapon, but with a surge of spiritual power, he created a sizable tear.
As the flesh began to writhe and repair itself, Li Sheng seized the opportunity to escape through the opening.
Standing on the surface of the flesh layer, he scanned his surroundings and felt relieved not to find the pupils anywhere.
Thankfully, that creature wasn't here; otherwise, judging by the size of its pupils, it would likely be at the Despair level, beyond his capacity to handle.
As he surveyed the eerie landscape, he pondered. The sky was a grim gray, and the ground was obscured by a thick layer of flesh. The immense flesh mountains exuded a terrifying aura, rivaling the crimson giant he had encountered before.