The Slumbering Sky Dream Ice Silkworm

He turned and walked deeper into the cave.

The leader of the Tian Meng Ice Butterflies nodded to a petite ice butterfly beside it, and the butterfly immediately flew up to lead the way ahead of Xiao Yun.

Its entire body was pale blue, the patterns on its wings as delicate as snowflakes. Its flight was light and graceful, like a snowflake drifting through the air.

One man and one butterfly crossed the Tian Meng Ice Butterflies' position, passed through the open ground that had been ravaged beyond recognition by battle, and headed toward the other end of the small world.

The deeper they went, the worse the spiritual herbs looked.

At first, he could still see swaths of green. Though the leaves bore signs of insect damage and the flowers bloomed sparsely, they were at least still alive.

Farther ahead, the green began to thin, and vast stretches of withered yellow filled his sight.

In some places, the grass had completely died, leaving only dried stalks trembling in the wind, ready to crumble at the slightest touch.

The shrubs were bare, without even a single leaf on their branches.

The spiritual trees that should have been heavy with fruit now had only withered branches left, like desperate hands reaching toward the sky.

The pale-blue Sky Dream Ice Butterfly stopped before a dead spiritual tree, its wings drooping, its antennae trembling slightly.

It looked at this dead land, its eyes filled with sorrow.

This had once been their favorite feeding ground—spiritual flowers covering the hills in spring, spiritual fruits hanging from the branches in summer, and fragrant spiritual grasses everywhere in autumn.

And now, there was nothing left.

Xiao Yun stood at the center of the withered land and closed his eyes.

His Spiritual Sense spread like an invisible tide,