They could only outwit it, not fight it head-on.
This was the only gain the Phantom Moon Moth had obtained after failing in attempt after attempt.
The reasoning was simplicity itself, but actually doing it put one in an extreme bind.
Outwit them?
How?
Though those true spirits had already fallen, their strength was still far from ordinary.
The reason they had become departed souls was also because of their obsessions.
They guarded the graveyard and would never allow anyone to desecrate it. Wanting to go in and search for treasures was little different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.
In short, relying solely on its own strength, there was no way it could accomplish this no matter what.
Trying again would only beat the grass and startle the snake.
That was why it had built a cultivation cave hundreds of thousands of miles away, while also sending out an Avatar to wander outside the True Spirit Graveyard, searching for opportunities and clues.
Cultivating immortality knew no years; in the blink of an eye, several hundred thousand years had passed, and all had remained calm and unruffled.
It had neither broken through nor found a suitable opportunity or clue.
The Phantom Moon Moth was in no hurry. As a spiritual insect that had attained the Dao, its lifespan was far longer than that of ordinary cultivators. Though it had not reached the point of eternal youth and immortality, a mere few hundred thousand years still amounted to nothing.
As long as it had patience, it believed that one day it would have its chance and get its wish.
Yet unexpectedly, today, an accident occurred.
Three Tribulation Transcendence Stage existences had barged into this place. Judging from their movements, they seemed to have come here to search for treasures.
They