Yi He's divine sense kept muttering nonstop. The more Qu Jianlei listened, the more wrong it sounded, and with a direct lift of his hand, he put the Nightmare Transformation Demon Essence into the Abode.
Jin Ge and Han Li showed no reaction, because they had sensed it too: something was off about Yi He's divine sense.
It had gone from excited at the start to gradually weakening, almost as if... it was going downhill.
"Does it take that much out of him?" Jin Ge muttered softly. "Was he a little too excited?"
"It's not excitement," Han Li said with a slight shake of his head. "It seems like his divine sense... can barely hold on anymore."
"Tch." Qu Jianlei clicked his tongue, then gave a soft sigh. "Couldn't it be the environment affecting him?"
True Immortal Jin Ge and True Venerable Han Li exchanged a glance, thinking that Little Qu was getting a little obsessed: who could avoid death?
But everyone understood. For cultivators, birth, aging, illness, and death were ordinary things, but no one could calmly face the departure of a teammate.
Just then, the butterfly, whose entire body had begun turning crystalline, made a new move.
Its slightly curved proboscis began slowly straightening, then gradually lengthened... longer and longer, reaching into the depths of space.
The three of them stopped talking and watched the butterfly's performance with interest.
The proboscis extended into the deep reaches of space... its exact length was already impossible to estimate, until it touched some indescribable barrier.
It was probably the wall of some unknown space, or a realm, or a Small World—who could say for sure?
The proboscis was blocked by the barrier, but that was not surprising. Compared with the vastness of space, the slender proboscis was like a long water