All through the night, Chen Dengming did not cultivate, maintaining his vigilance at the absolute maximum.
Fortunately, the crazed spider demon beast that had suffered the loss of a hundred children and grandchildren did not attack the gu-refining grounds, nor did it attack the gathering place. Instead, after venting for a while, its figure vanished into the distant mountain forests.
Faintly, even more similar roars drifted from the depths of those mountain forests.
Hearing those bursts of similar roars, Chen Dengming was glad he had simply set a fire and hastily run away. It had been thoroughly satisfying and wildly thrilling, yet he had taken practically no risks; otherwise, he likely would have been ambushed by the demon beast.
Roaring things like a single blade across three thousand miles can sweep the sea of demons beforehand was fine, but once the roaring was done, it was best to quit while he was ahead.
His current strength was humble, meaning he should eat whatever sized bowl his abilities allowed. A single blade couldn't reach three thousand miles, but a single fire burning three thousand little spiders was entirely doable.
He immediately felt at ease and returned to the valley.
Early the next morning, before dawn had broken.
Chen Dengming swallowed mouthful after mouthful of rice porridge cooked from spirit rice, forcibly enduring his nausea.
Seeing plump grains of spirit rice swirling about in his bowl inevitably brought to mind the tiny spiders from the previous night, wriggling back and forth among the flesh and fat, churning his stomach with revulsion.
Yet not eating was out of the question; physical and spiritual energy consumption required food for rapid recovery.
At that moment, Jiang Qiang, who had never returned, safely slipped back with cautious steps. Judging from his wary and careful demeanor, he