Chapter 737 - 397: Living Being
This prehistoric gossip and Spiritual Clan folklore are really too shocking and outrageous; Huangfu Yi really feels like his IQ is insufficient.
For a moment, all he could think about were insects, centipedes, and maggots. He didn’t even know where to start calculating, to the point that, for a fleeting moment, Huangfu Yi even hoped this was just a simple trap, so that later a huge swarm of centipedes would jump out and say, "Jie jie jie! I fooled you! Let’s fight!" Then everyone could just tear off their clothes and face off with fists to decide life and death, and all the secrets, truths, folktales, and gossip could be ignored.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Wearing the Imperial Divine Weapon, he leapt down from the Demon City, plunging into the deep darkness of the void astral abyss, racing along a nearly vertical cliff, heading towards the endless fissure underground.
Amidst the howling wind, the light and flame from all directions were swallowed by the endless darkness, only the faint Treasure Light from the Bai Yang Divine Armor illuminated the path ahead, like a dying candle thrown into an abyss.
All the way down, down, along the cliff, breaking through the darkness, passing through rocks torn by gravity, bizarre stone stalagmites and fissures, as if walking across the scars of the earth.
Until tens of billions of golden stone Insect Swarms, piled like mountains, coating the ground to the horizon appeared in Huangfu Yi’s vision, he truly understood.
The talk of empire and dominance, transcending boundaries, the divide between humans and demons, all these grudges and vendettas...
Are not even worth mentioning.
Fighting bugs is the main storyline.
Yes, bugs, or in the terms of Outer Heaven, drones.
In front of Huangfu Yi is a vast drone graveyard, piled with tens of thousands of drone wrecks. These are not simple machines but relics from an extinct ancient civilization, forged from silicon crystals and strange alloys, incorporating prehistoric technology far beyond the understanding of Cultivators. Their design might even be more advanced than those from Outer Heaven.
In the endless darkness, countless remnants emitted a cold glow, the residual blue energy flickering like ghost fire, lighting up the slumbering Insect Swarm, revealing the vast, layered, tangled, massive insect nests, extending to the edge of darkness, as if placing oneself in the eighteenth layer of Hell, trapped in a perpetual nightmare.
"Boom!"
Like a meteor falling, raising endless dust, the thundering crash of the Divine Weapon hitting the ground reverberated like muffled thunder.
Alone, rushing into Hell, Huangfu Yi slowly stood up from the crater, looking at the monstrously shaped insect carcasses around him.
Upon closer inspection, it’s no wonder they are called the Insect Clan. Each drone accurately mimicked an insect, appearing like creatures crawling out of a nightmare when enlarged. Some resembled spiders, others like wasps, and some appeared as gigantic beetles, their shells covered with precision etchings and sensor lenses, their broken wings curled like dead leaves, a thin layer of rust covering the surface, yet the internal micro-engines faintly trembled as if ready to awaken at any time.
At this moment, their limbs twisted and intertwined, hooked alloy claws embedded into neighboring wrecks, forming a massive insect graveyard. Deeper into the graveyard, the scale becomes even greater, to the point where the piled insect remains directly establish towering "insect nests".
These nests are composed of smaller, denser drone components, seeming like bodies that haven’t fully developed limbs and shells, akin to the egg sacs of a bee colony, the surface embedded with crystalline silicon-based cores, within which ancient civilization codes appear sealed, occasionally flashing a string of indecipherable symbols like ghostly whispers.
Shrouded in darkness, these symbols twist and distort, casting eerie shadows, seemingly narrating the last cries of a perished civilization, resonating in the air with a low hum. It could be the sound of thermal convection passing through the insect nest, or the resonating residual energy within these remains.
Tens of thousands of insects rise and fall, like tides, like a hum, sometimes roaring like thunder, at other times as soft as the whine of mosquitoes, as if this sea of insects is merely temporarily silent, ready at any moment to turn into world-destroying waves stirred by a descending stone.
Bai Yang said,
"See, didn’t I tell you, if these bugs don’t behave, it will soon be your turn."
Huangfu Yi swallowed his saliva, momentarily speechless.
And Bai Yang, with a swing of the centipede braid, pointed forward,
"The Insect Queen is over there."
So Huangfu Yi leapt, hopping like a rabbit over the hills of wreckage, the quartz mountains, traversing through the sea of the Insect Clan, swiftly following Bai Yang’s direction, rapidly advancing to a vast plain.
Then from afar, Huangfu Yi heard a great sound, seeing an enormous insect cluster bulging, like a spring gushing from the sea of insects, a mound breaking through the earth, covered inside and out by insects, flipping and surging from the ground, welcoming his arrival.
It was the head of a Centipede.
Huangfu Yi gazed up at the palace-like enormous head shell, momentarily frozen in place.
Bai Yang, swinging the centipede braid, swept away the insects atop his head,
"What, afraid I’ll eat you?"
Huangfu Yi frowned,
"Is this your true form?"
This really is a demon? Why is there no Demon Qi...
Indeed, as gigantic as it is, this centipede can be considered an unprecedentedly enormous demon, rare north of Yin Mountain, previously seen dragons and serpents are like loaches in comparison.
But what puzzled Huangfu Yi was that he hadn’t detected the slightest hint of Demon Qi, no, not even a whiff of air or body heat; it wasn’t a biological being at all. Moreover, the centipede’s body seemed strangely similar to the bodies of the surrounding Insect Clan, could it be...