The other corner of the light screen.
It was not a brutal battlefield among the stars.
Instead, it was a bizarre scene of darkness and deathly silence, countless biological tissues writhing--the Void Insect Nest.
The Void Insect Nest was the only variable left, and the final one.
The Buddha Light Insect Queen was carrying out the nearly impossible task.
But...
Would there be enough time?
Lu Chen drew a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently.
By force of sheer will, he suppressed the berserk aura that was almost breaking out of his body.
Yet the heavy worry between Lu Chen's brows was like ten-thousand-year-old ice that would never melt, pressing firmly upon his shoulders.
It made even breathing incredibly difficult.
The fate of the Boundless Realm and the life and death of countless living beings all rested on his shoulders alone.
This weight was simply too heavy, too heavy...
The deepest part of the Void Insect Nest.
This place and the battlefield outside, where energy exploded and roars shook the heavens, seemed like two entirely different worlds.
Deathly silence.
Absolute silence.
Only countless writhing biological tissues, radiating a dark, icy sheen, pulsed slowly like living creatures.
The air was permeated by a strange aura that was difficult to describe, a mixture of biological acid, pheromones, and pure mental pressure.
At the center of all the biological tissues was a core so immense it defied description, slowly throbbing like a heart--
The Spirit of the Insect Nest.
It had no fixed form, resembling a constantly shifting, flowing, translucent conglomeration formed from countless insect-race genetic sequences and the Mental Network.
Dark light circulated within it. At times, it condensed into the phantom image of some hideous insect race; at others, it scattered into billions of tiny streams of data-light.
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