As the two Old Monsters negotiated how to deal with Qin Fengming together, Qin Fengming had already entered a temporary cave dwelling.
This time, since he had decided to remain here temporarily, there was one thing Qin Fengming had to complete as soon as possible: hatching the nearly twenty thousand Silver Sheath Worm eggs on his person.
Qin Fengming had not immediately catalyzed these eggs because he had discovered that the newly produced eggs still appeared immature. He had worried that forcibly hatching them would harm the larvae.
After more than a year of growing and transforming on their own, the eggs had now turned a deep, milky white. Their former slight softness had long since vanished. Aside from being somewhat smaller, their color and aura were already no different from the many Silver Sheath Worm eggs Qin Fengming had seen in the Ancient Battlefield.
Qin Fengming knew that the sooner these eggs were hatched, the more beneficial it would be.
With this in mind, he had decided to remain here to catalyze the hatching of the eggs.
Looking at the densely packed white eggs before him, Qin Fengming was overjoyed. When he casually extended his divine sense into the eggs, however, he was startled. The tiny larvae inside were now connected to his spiritual sense with astonishing intimacy.
This situation indicated that there was no longer any need to perform a master-recognition ritual on the eggs.
Faced with this, Qin Fengming gained some understanding. These eggs had been hatched from the Silver Sheath Worms he had previously bound. Their bloodlines already contained the soul aura of their predecessors.
Although it seemed that no recognition ritual was necessary, Qin Fengming remained cautious. He still followed the method he had used in the Ancient Battlefield and once again controlled the eggs