Master of the Insect Temple

The nun trapped in the cage alongside the Insect Temple inheritors was Jingling, who had arrived in the Void Realm not long ago.

Among the Wheel Turning Sect, she had cultivated the fastest. After reaching the completion of nine Buddha Roots, she had led a group of Insect Temple inheritors through the Void Passage Road.

Once they successfully arrived in the Void Realm, they made inquiries throughout the Wild Domain and learned that in less than two thousand years since Liu Feng had come to the Void Realm, he had already offended quite a few forces. Of them all, the Daoist Heir of the Myriad Gods Hall was investigating most fiercely, seemingly eager to capture Liu Feng.

The Myriad Gods Hall disciples had come to capture the Insect Temple inheritors—namely, the legacy Liu Feng had left behind—and had taken her along with them in passing.

Jingling sat upright within the cage, her waist slender. Even her loose monastic robes could not conceal the full curves before and behind, while worry hung over her delicate face with apricot eyes and cherry lips.

"Liu Feng has far too many enemies. His enemies from his previous life are one thing, but in this life, he has provoked no small number of major powers too."

As she pondered a way out for herself, she communicated by voice transmission with the Insect Temple inheritors around her.

Outside the prison cage, Daoist Heir Taishu Changtian had waited for roughly two hours when killing intent abruptly surged into his eyes.

"A pack of useless trash. A seven-hundred-li radius has already been marked out, yet over ten thousand people still cannot find the ruins of the Netherworld Sect."

He suddenly reached back with one hand. The restrictions on the cage behind him opened, and with a grasp through