Chapter 753: Chapter 753

The halo drifted onto Qin Sang’s body and, after a few flickers, transformed into a dazzling suit of seven-colored light armor that fit snugly against him.

The fat silkworm had successfully undergone its third metamorphosis.

However, its form remained the same—still round and pudgy, with the same seven-colored skin. There was hardly any change in appearance.

Most spiritual insects would show some visible transformation with each metamorphosis. For example, the Sky-Eyed Butterfly, after its third metamorphosis, would open the eyes on its wings and gain a supernatural ability.

Only this fat silkworm was strangely different. It had devoured so many poison cores and demonic cores, yet all of it seemed to have been for nothing.

After its second metamorphosis, it had gained the ability to release a seven-colored halo that could ward off poison, which made Qin Sang place high hopes on its future growth. But now, after its third metamorphosis, it seemed to have gained no new abilities.

The only improvement was that the seven-colored halo had become more condensed, even capable of turning into threads of light that could be refined into a genuine Poison-Warding Armor. This had finally fulfilled a long-cherished wish of Qin Sang's.

The Sky-Eyed Butterfly, while its innate supernatural ability was not particularly powerful, could manipulate lightning. Its combat capabilities had become quite notable, and it had turned into a reliable ally after its metamorphosis.

The fat silkworm, on the other hand, remained foolishly plump and fragile.

It had been asleep for a long time, and the time since its transformation was still short. Qin Sang was uncertain whether its ability was simply too obscure for him to perceive, or if there was some other reason he had yet to uncover.

It was a pity that the fat silkworm was not his life-bound insect gu. It had chosen Mute Girl as its master, so he could not communicate with it directly. No matter how intelligent it was, it still struggled to express its meaning clearly.

Even so, the fat silkworm’s metamorphosis was not without value. In fact, it came as quite a surprise.

Qin Sang could clearly feel that the connection between Mute Girl and the fat silkworm had grown stronger. If the bond had previously been as thin as a spider’s thread, it now felt as thick as a rope.

Mute Girl remained a sleeping beauty, but her primordial spirit had become noticeably more stable.

Ever since the fat silkworm’s third metamorphosis, it often liked to sleep in Qin Sang’s palm. The heartfelt closeness and reliance it showed were utterly pure, giving Qin Sang the illusion that he was holding Mute Girl herself.

He did not know how long this state of hers would last, but the fat silkworm buying him this much time to deal with the Heavenly Corpse Talisman was already a tremendous relief.

The difficulty between a spiritual insect’s third and fourth metamorphosis was worlds apart, comparable to a cultivator forming a Golden Core and then forming a Spiritual Infant.

Unlike the fat silkworm, the Sky-Eyed Butterfly’s metamorphosis had not been easy. It had consumed the Crimson Fire Gilded Gold during its third metamorphosis, and there was not much of it left. Whether it could still be useful in the fourth metamorphosis remained to be seen.

What troubled Qin Sang even more was that after the fat silkworm completed its third metamorphosis, demonic cores from poisonous beasts, just like the earlier poison cores, had abruptly lost their effect.

At a recent trading event, he had exchanged for a demonic core from a middle-stage Core Formation poisonous fish, yet the results were no different.

Perhaps the grade of the demonic core was too low, or perhaps the fat silkworm’s taste had changed.

There was still a chance he might hunt down some late-stage demonic beasts in the future, but as for a Transformation Realm beast’s demonic core, that was beyond anything he dared imagine.

In short, raising the fat silkworm would become increasingly troublesome, not to mention helping it reach a fourth metamorphosis. He could not afford to place all his hopes on it alone.

Still, the fat silkworm had definitely improved after its metamorphosis.

Before this, the Poison-Warding Armor likely would not have been able to resist the corrosion of the mist in this place. But now, Qin Sang withdrew his protective true essence, and the moment the poisonous mist touched the armor, it was completely blocked outside. His skin did not feel even the slightest sting.

The fat silkworm wriggled into his sleeve with ease, showing no signs of effort.

With the Poison-Warding Armor protecting his body, Qin Sang dispelled the true essence he used for defense, and immediately felt much more relaxed. For more chapters visıt NoveIꜰire.net

Then, he instructed the fat silkworm to make the Poison-Warding Armor hug his body tightly and conceal itself. If no one looked closely, it would be impossible to detect.

Being surrounded by Purple Star Eagles was not the most frightening part. What truly made every cultivator tremble was the shocking amount of energy it took to resist the poisonous mist.

Now that the mist was no longer a threat, Qin Sang silently let out a breath of relief and began considering how to escape.

His current position was extremely disadvantageous. He was at the very front of the charge, directly facing the attacks of the ferocious beasts. At this moment, he was already trapped deep within the swarm of Purple Star Eagles. There were likely even more ahead. Charging forward would clearly be unwise.

Worse still, he had no idea how the situation had developed. The surroundings were in total chaos.

Their group had originally been scattered to set up the array, and afterward had been completely separated. He could no longer hear any voices from elsewhere, so the others were likely in the same predicament.

He did not know where that subterranean beast had gone. If he accidentally ran into it, the consequences would be disastrous.

Qin Sang suspected that the sudden appearance of these ferocious beasts had likely been triggered by them breaking through the stone hall’s barrier. If that were the case, then this would only be the beginning. No one knew how many beasts were currently gathering inside the Purple Mist End.

Just imagining being surrounded by a sea of beasts sent a chill through him.

The wisest choice now was to regroup with the others and leave the Purple Mist End as soon as possible.

Surrounded by Purple Star Eagles, the corpses of those Purple Mustelids he had previously collected were now completely useless.

Time was running out. Qin Sang made his decision. With his sword angled to the side, he carved a bloody path forward. In his hands, the ebony sword danced—sometimes like a swimming dragon, sometimes flashing like lightning, its hum ringing out continuously.

Freed from the burden of the poisonous mist, Qin Sang could finally unleash his full strength and advance swiftly.

He chose not to use the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions for now. It was clear this would be a hard-fought battle, and the banner consumed far more energy than the ebony sword.

For the moment, he could still hold his ground.

Corpses of eagles littered the ground, piling up beneath his feet. Blood ran across the earth, forming a river, each step he took leaving behind a crimson print.

Qin Sang had also entered a killing frenzy. Fixing the direction of the stone hall in his mind, he charged toward it with all his might. Back when the subterranean beast had first appeared, he had retreated a long distance to avoid the shockwave. He had not expected returning now would be so difficult.

The ebony sword, sensing its master's murderous intent, trembled with delight while devouring blood.

No stain could remain on the pure blade, yet after slaying so many Purple Star Eagles, the sword gleamed even more brilliantly and seemed to thirst for slaughter.

Qin Sang’s mind remained calm. He was unaffected by either his cultivation art or the influence of his life-bound spiritual sword. His eyes stayed locked ahead, forging a path of blood.

After pushing through for some distance, Qin Sang noticed that the encirclement ahead was thinning. Then he saw a pale glow.

"A protective shield from the Bone Lotus!"

A flicker passed through Qin Sang’s heart. Has Xiang Yi made it out?

He immediately surged his spiritual sword forward. The ebony sword’s light burst forth, sweeping and cleaving through the Purple Star Eagles with wide, brutal strokes.

The person on the other side had also noticed the disturbance and moved toward Qin Sang to help break through.

Another two Purple Star Eagles were beheaded by the spiritual sword. A path opened between the two, and Qin Sang finally saw the figure standing under the Bone Lotus's protection.

Qin Sang froze in shock.

To his surprise, the person beneath the white glow was not Xiang Yi but Cui Ji.

The Bone Lotus had somehow ended up in Cui Ji’s possession, while Xiang Yi was nowhere to be seen.

Cui Ji held the Bone Lotus in one hand, and in the other, he gripped the Purple Nether Orb. The orb emitted a strange, dense radiance, almost tangible, clearly having been charged for a long time.

Upon seeing Qin Sang, a twisted smile spread across Cui Ji’s face. "Heretic, I’ve been waiting for you. This time, let’s see where you can run."