The truth behind the Bug Disaster was worth pondering. Perhaps some things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.
At the very least, such a massive Insect Race would have required an astonishing amount of energy and resources to hatch. Where had that energy come from? Where had those resources come from?
There was hardly any life in this world. At least, as far as Lu Ye could see, there was nothing here useful to the Insect Race.
With a thought, he commanded the Sacred Beetle to fly along the edge of this world.
Since it was a world like a Secret Realm, it naturally had boundaries. Unlike Nine Provinces, which was an enormous Star Body—no matter which direction one traveled, one would eventually return to the starting point.
Like the many small Secret Realms Lu Ye had visited before, the edge of this Great Insect Mystic Realm was all chaotic void, carrying an intensely ominous air. Even the Insect Race was reluctant to approach it lightly.
He had observed earlier that the portal through which he had entered stood right at the edge.
The Sacred Beetle flew quickly. Its strength was not weak to begin with, and Lu Ye clung tightly to its back, occasionally craning his head out to look down.
Before long, his gaze was drawn to a standing hill on the left.
He had seen that hill the moment he entered, but only now did he realize that it was not a hill at all. It was an enormous Insect Nest!
Lu Ye had never observed an Insect Nest from this angle. Though he had entered Insect Nests in the Spirit Stream Battlefield before, he had gone deep inside them and had never known what they looked like from the outside.
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