Insect Sea

"Brother, what do we do?"

Lin Qingxuan clutched Lu Changsheng's sleeve. She tilted up her face, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, yet she stubbornly bit her lip to keep them from falling. "Even Senior Moten can't get through that Insect Sea. Maybe... maybe we should go back? Stop looking for Father and Mother..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, the last few words nearly swallowed in her throat.

Lu Changsheng lowered his gaze. Seeing his sister's faintly trembling shoulders, he felt as though something had fiercely clenched his heart. He raised a hand and rubbed the top of her head.

They had finally opened the passage between the upper and lower realms, only to discover that another heavenly chasm lay hidden in the depths of this tunnel. The one who had set the seal back then had not merely wished to sever contact between the two realms—they had wanted anyone who tried to cross it to be buried in this boundless Insect Sea, leaving not even bones behind.

"Go back."

Moten Hermit's remnant soul floated above the dry bones. His refined face was filled with melancholy and warning. Looking toward the darkness in the tunnel depths, obscured by the torrent of spiritual power, his voice was low, as if it had drifted over from ancient ages. "Even with my early Saint Realm cultivation, I had no ability to fight back before that Insect Sea. You juniors of the Martial Venerable Realm insisting on going forward would be no different from seeking your own deaths."

He paused, his transparent soul body flickering faintly. "To pass through that Insect Sea safely, one needs at least the strength of the Saint King Realm."

"Saint King Realm?"

Lu Changsheng and the others were all shaken.

"That's right." Moten Hermit nodded, a trace of