He had laid his plans before the rain, preparing all of this properly as early as several hundred thousand years ago, and now, at this very moment, it had indeed come in handy.
The Phantom Moon Moth was in an excellent mood. With a flap of its two wings, it transformed into a wisp of azure smoke and flew into the cultivation cave before it.
This time, snatching food from the tiger's jaws had, in all fairness, involved no small amount of risk.
But compared with the gains, the price paid seemed extremely worthwhile. Its long-cherished wish would finally have a day when it was fulfilled.
Advancing to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage—how many cultivators dreamed of that? For spirit insects, it was even more something to yearn for yet never reach. Its own luck could simply be said to be beyond compare.
Jade Luo Bees, and in such abundant numbers. With these things, though it did not dare say it had one hundred percent certainty, as long as no unforeseen change occurred, it should have more than an eighty percent hope of successfully advancing.
An eighty percent certainty—did that sound absurd?
Even the Asura of former days would not have dared claim such great confidence when attacking the bottleneck of Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage.
None before, none to come after.
The Phantom Moon Moth flapped its wings, spiritual light flickered, and an ancient, simple-looking leather pouch came into view.
Afterward, it sent out an incantation gesture. The sound of insects rose loudly, and a three-colored insect cloud emerged before its eyes, but very soon silver light flared brightly. Needless to say, these were naturally the Jade Luo Bees it had dreamed of day and night.
Out of caution and prudence, it did not release too many spirit insects at