Half a minute later, the silent Wang Minheng raised his hand, pointed to the inner side of the experimental table, and spoke.
"The fourth-generation Parasitic Worm will succeed soon. It can parasitize Cultivators."
Zhao Xiaolan followed the direction he pointed. The eggs there were brighter than the ones elsewhere, and the Spiritual Energy fluctuations were also stronger. Her eyes narrowed at once as she asked, "When, exactly, will they hatch?"
A smile spread across Wang Minheng's face, his wrinkles bunching together. "They'll hatch tomorrow night. At the latest, it won't be past noon the day after tomorrow."
The smile on Zhao Xiaolan's face deepened. She reached up and brushed aside a lock of falling hair. "Since they can parasitize Cultivators, can the silk they produce afterward do anything to Cultivators besides control ordinary people?"
Wang Minheng shook his head and picked up the recording board to examine the data. "That still needs to be verified through experiments."
Zhao Xiaolan's smile did not diminish in the slightest, but eagerness entered her voice. "Once the fourth generation has hatched, I'll immediately arrange for people to conduct release experiments."
The two leaned over the experimental table and discussed things in low voices, while the light cast their shadows onto the wall.
Within the Ruins Space, the azure sky was like a sapphire carefully polished clean. A few wisps of white clouds, thin as cicada wings, drifted lazily by. Sunlight poured down without restraint, warming even the currents of air overhead.
Just then, a black speck the size of a needlepoint suddenly seeped into view on the southeastern horizon. At first it flickered in and out of sight, but as time passed, it continued to swell, its edges gradually becoming distinct.
Lin Li, who had been stretching his body as he flew through