Centipedes can actually spin silk?
Xiang Wan didn't have time to think it through. She dodged to the side and then used her spiritual energy to ignite a flaming talisman, which she threw onto the silk thread.
The silk thread ignited upon contact with fire, and the centipede tore the thread apart, making a gurgling sound.
The centipedes all crawled up the cave wall.
The hole in the very center was the giant worm's initial exit. Xiang Wan looked around for a moment, then crawled in foot down, sealed her back with ice to stabilize herself, and made the entrance only big enough for a centipede to stick its head out.
A centipede's head crawled in, and she swiftly chopped it off with her knife, used the head to block the hole, pried open the head, took the bead, and then threw the head back down.
She discovered that once she knew the centipede's weaknesses, there seemed to be nothing to be afraid of.
After one was thrown in, the centipedes outside went even crazier, all scrambling to crawl inside.
"Don't rush, there are plenty available, just wait in line!"
An hour later, Xiang Wan's storage bag was filled with centipede inner cores, which were light red and varied in size, making for a considerable display.
After there was no more movement beneath her feet, Xiang Wan simply divided the inner cores, giving half to the red ball and half to the little cloud dream beast.
"Xiaomeng, I'm good to you, right? Following me is definitely the best choice you've ever made."
"Mmm!" The little Yunmeng Beast nodded as it ate, devouring each inner core like candy, finishing it in no time. It then let out a burp and said, "Master, it seems I'm about to advance again. Let me go into the spirit beast pouch and sleep for a while."
After eating its fill, Xiang Wan quickly put it into her spirit bag, tied the red ball to her back, and jumped down into the stone cave.
There were several centipede corpses on the ground. Xiang Wan froze them, one in each hand, and threw them into her storage bag.
She worked so hard to kill them all, how could she leave them for others?
There were no other living beings. Xiang Wan sat in meditation, sensing the air currents. One current was rising, seemingly an exit, while another was in a hidden corner, where a faint chill seemed to emanate.
She opened her eyes, thought for a moment, and then walked towards the corner.
After clearing away the rocks and other obstructions blocking the entrance, a hole just wide enough for one person to pass through appeared before us.
A chill emanated from inside; the cave entrance tilted downwards and was pitch black.
Just to be on the safe side, Xiang Wan threw out a round rock, listening to it tumble down and disappear.
After waiting for a while, Xiang Wan dove inside.
The cave entrance is hidden, indicating that no living beings have passed through it. The rocks that keep rolling down suggest that the path ahead is clear. The movement hasn't brought any creatures, so either there were never any to begin with, or there are intelligent beings waiting on the other side.
Whatever it is, now that we're here, we should get to the bottom of it.
After climbing down for a long time, a light suddenly appeared ahead.
Xiang Wan cautiously approached the exit and looked outside.
This is a frozen world, surrounded by icicles formed from frozen cold, and the ground below is undulating, as if many things are frozen inside.
A breath of air condenses into icy sand in the air and falls down.
"Lord Blue Mountain is right. Even with a map, we don't know what we'll encounter. Caution is the best policy."
Xiang Wan threw a fireball down, but it went out before it even touched the ground.
The nearby scenery was clearly visible, but the distant scenery was obscured by the cold fog, and even with the eyesight of dusk, it was still difficult to see clearly.
Upon encountering cold air, the body's Cold Ice Technique automatically activated, and wisps of cold air gathered towards the dantian.
The nascent soul sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra towards the sky. Streams of cold air flowed from his fingertips and then turned into mist that entered his entire body.
This is the method for solidifying the nascent soul recorded in the jade slip. Xiang Wan didn't use it before because the spiritual energy outside wasn't enough. Now that the cold energy is abundant, she can try to break through the barrier.
Xiang Wan blocked the path behind her with ice, and blocked most of the exit, leaving some small vents for her to absorb the cold air to cultivate.
The ice layer formed by his own cultivation technique can be used for both offense and defense, and he has a way to deal with any unexpected situation.
He sat cross-legged, leaving a wisp of his divine sense to warn those in front and behind him, and then began to cultivate.
"Ancestor is too nosy! He insisted that I take the token, saying that someone destined for me had also entered the ruins of the divine relic. As long as he sees a woman, he says she is my perfect match. Ancestor, how many tokens have you made? Aren't you afraid that the White Fox Clan's backyard will be in turmoil!" Bai Siyuan held the token, stood beside a ruin, muttered a few words, then casually tossed it into his storage bag, and walked in, waving his white jade fan.
After he entered, he lost contact with his fellow disciples. All the communication talismans and other magical artifacts used to contact them became useless.
"It's not that I, Bai Siyuan, am disregarding my fellow disciples, but the situation doesn't allow it. Once we get out, let's see what the Ancestor can say."
Bai Siyuan walked along, observing his surroundings as he went.
A staircase more than a person high, a stone pillar so thick it would take ten people to encircle it, a sculpture lying to the side, a single finger five times thicker than the entire figure, huge yellow tiles fallen to the ground, peeling plaster on the walls…
Everything seemed magnified; he was like an ant walking on human territory.
"This is so strange. Who could have destroyed such a large building?" Bai Siyuan soared into the air and stood atop a broken stone pillar that was over ten feet tall. Looking at the dilapidated palace gate before him, he sighed.
The surroundings were quiet. After pondering for a while, Bai Siyuan flew forward.
There were more than a dozen steps, each more than ten feet high. Bai Siyuan could only fly up to three steps at a time, then take a few steps before continuing.
Arriving at the palace gate, its majestic presence is awe-inspiring.
One of the two palace doors had collapsed inward and was covered in dust, while the other was half-open and teetering on the verge of collapse, connecting to the porch.
A strong wind blew by, and the half-door seemed to be swaying slightly.
The door was painted with strange patterns, which seemed to have faded with time.
There was a huge handprint on the collapsed door.
"Only a god could make such a large handprint. There are legends of gods in the world, and this is probably one of the pieces of evidence."
Bai Siyuan thought for a moment, then darted onto the collapsed half of the door and walked forward.
After passing through the palace gate, you will enter the main hall.
The vast, empty hall was completely gone from the top half, as if it had been neatly sheared off. Countless fallen rocks and black marks were imprinted on the surrounding walls.
The floor was cracked, with gaps large enough for someone to fall through.
An enormous throne stood alone on a stone platform deep within the main hall. Its intricately carved patterns bore the marks of numerous battles.
"This is the ruins of a divine relic? It seems that even gods, like cultivators, cannot escape battle and slaughter." Bai Siyuan thought to himself as he flew onto the throne, examined the patterns, and looked up. "A throne, a god. Gods are destined to be lonely. Therefore, being a solitary figure is the only true explanation!"
After a moment of reflection, Bai Siyuan sat down cross-legged, looking at the countless traces of the battle around him and imagining the situation at the time. He unknowingly fell into a mysterious state, and a soft white light suddenly appeared around him.
At this moment, Xiang Wan was completely encased in ice, becoming an ice sculpture.
After a long while, a faint sound of ice cracking came from below.
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