Zhenyuanzi's gaze was piercing, divine light contained within it. Wary of the Chaos Demon God's Lingering Regret, he dared not send his divine sense deep into the nest again.
Instead, he relied on his Profound Cultivation, his keen insight into the nature of energy, and the faint ripples reflected by the Pure World White Lotus's holy light to examine the sleeping Six-winged Black Mosquito.
After a moment of contemplation, he reached a clear conclusion.
The mosquito's form was complete. Its six wings were thin as cicada wings but glinted faintly like metal. Black armor covered its body, carrying a Dao Rhyme that seemed utterly unbreakable.
Its vicious mouthparts bore natural Runes of penetration and extraction. Pure, primal Devouring Dao Rhyme flowed through it without pause. Its body and foundation had clearly finished forming and reached an exceptionally high innate level, comparable to the origins of a top-tier Innate Being.
Yet when his spiritual perception probed the source of its spirit, he found no light of awakened intelligence there, only murky Chaos.
Like an untamed beast, it was driven solely by its most primal, powerful instinct—a ravenous urge to devour all energy, matter, and even fragments of laws. It showed no clear self-awareness, reason, or flicker of intelligence.
"So that's it." Understanding dawned on Zhenyuanzi. Much of the fog in his mind cleared. "It has a complete form and a deep foundation, but no spirit has been born within it. It's a powerful body without a soul."
Considering the surroundings and that trace of the Chaos Demon God's aura, he drew a further inference.
The Six-winged Black Mosquito had likely not been born naturally of the Blood Sea. It had probably originated from part of the core origin or a significant Remnant Body of a Chaos Demon God who had wielded