Within the Grotto-Heaven, the Crimson Flame Fox lay lazily atop the pavilion, basking in the sunlight.
Inside the pavilion, Ye Jingcheng sat in meditation, shrouded in a thick layer of mist.
A full ten hours passed before the Dream-Devouring Insect dispersed all the black mist, and Ye Jingcheng slowly awoke from its depths.
He took out two spirit pills, then brought out a number of beast souls and handed them to the Dream-Devouring Insect.
Unlike other spirit beasts, the Dream-Devouring Insect required not only spirit herbs, but also the soul power of divine souls.
Although it had devoured the divine soul of a fifth-stage middle-stage flood dragon, that soul had been steeped in viciousness and could easily exert a profound influence on the Dream-Devouring Insect.
Thus, the spirit pills he gave it were all nourishing or purifying varieties. The additional beast souls were meant to smooth its eventual attempt to reach the fourth-stage late stage.
Once all this was done, the Dream-Devouring Insect flew drowsily toward its own insect chamber.
Ye Jingcheng finally had the mental space to consider his next itinerary.
The Cold Drake's memories contained a vast amount of information, which was why he had spent a full ten hours on them.
The Cold Drake's obsession with treasures had already become pathological. More than a thousand years ago, while it was still at the fourth-stage late stage in the Heavenly Flood Dragon Sea, it had begun secretly hunting other flood dragons for their treasures.
With its divine ability to turn its body into profound cold energy, it had actually succeeded several times.
Eventually, it had reached the fifth stage and devoured a pureblood Cold Drake spirit egg, greatly strengthening its own bloodline.
Only its considerable skill at fleeing had kept it from being slain on the spot. However,