Although the Silver Sheath Worm had followed him for over a thousand years, Qin Fengming still did not understand it very well. Its advancement required them to bite and devour one another, then mate and lay eggs. He had always been deeply puzzled by this.
Back in the Human Realm, he had encountered True Person Yiyang's severely wounded Silver Spirit. Later, he obtained the eggs it had laid, but the Silver Sheath Worms that hatched from them were only at the larval stage.
This was vastly different from the situation with the beetles born from the Silver Sheath Worms he had raised after they bit and devoured one another—their cultivation levels had risen dramatically.
Qin Fengming had never been able to make sense of this. Even the ancient records offered no explanation for what was happening.
Whether True Person Yiyang knew the reason, Qin Fengming had no idea. Nor did he intend to ask him about it.
The Silver Sheath Worm was no ordinary spirit insect. It was a spirit insect born from heaven and earth in the immemorial era. Compared with the spirit insects near the top of the current Spirit Insect Ranking, it was far more advanced.
Among the spirit beasts and spirit insects of the present day, even those near the top of the rankings would merely reach the True Spirit level in the Spirit Realm after advancing to the Mahayana stage. But if the Silver Sheath Worm advanced to the Mahayana stage, it would be enough to rank among the Saint Spirits.
It was an existence capable of contending with Heavenly Phoenixes and True Dragons—not the sort that could only fight them for a round or two.
Qin Fengming generally would not casually summon such a spirit insect to show off. Thus, he also did not