Hua Qiang stood beside the Tiger Clan Ancestor's corpse, the spiritual energy lingering at his fingertips not yet fully dispersed.
More than half the cave had collapsed in the fierce battle just now. Broken bone spurs from the ancestor were still embedded among the rubble, while the thick stench of blood mingled with the chaotic remnants of dissipating spiritual energy.
Although he had gained some Slaughter Points, the number was so small it was nearly negligible—only slightly more than killing an ordinary demon beast.
"This old thing's realm was too low. Couldn't even squeeze out any decent Slaughter Points."
"Forget it. However small a mosquito is, it is still meat!"
A pity this tiger was already dead. Otherwise, he would have had to leap back up and fight him to the death again.
Star Sea Realm—low?
Hua Qiang gave a soft snort and casually swept his sleeve, storing the ancestor's corpse and scattered treasures in his storage ring. Though the Slaughter Points were few, the old man's ten thousand years of accumulated wealth meant this trip had not been in vain.
With a thought, a silkworm cocoon half a man tall appeared.
Its shell was dark gold, fine Buddhist patterns flowing across its surface. A faint light flickered within—the Golden Silkworm.
This Golden Silkworm was no ordinary creature. It was an Ancient Buddha Silkworm Variant, containing Buddha Power of the utmost purity. If he could refine it, not only would it make up for the shortcomings in his spiritual energy, but it might even allow him to break through the shackles of his current realm.
Hua Qiang did not dare delay. His figure flashed, and he swept over to the cocoon.
Forming seals with his fingers, he sent one mysterious rune after another flying from his palm, landing upon the