Inside the grotto-heaven, black mist churned ceaselessly before finally forming a curtain of light. Within it, figures of the Jade Soul Race gradually appeared.
Among them were purple jade figures, red jade figures, and even blue jade figures. All wore special spirit robes and carried special spirit staffs, their expressions solemn. Clearly, they were about to head to the battlefield.
One golden jade figure stood out in particular. When Ye Jingcheng looked at it, he suddenly discovered that the member of the Golden Jade Soul Race seemed to react and look back, its gaze carrying a trace of bewilderment.
The sight startled Ye Jingcheng. He was currently performing the Dream-Devouring Soul Search.
Its target was the red Soul Jade Ye Qingfeng had purchased at the night market.
"Who is that golden jade figure?" Ye Jingcheng was utterly horrified.
He could guarantee that the figure's backward glance was not part of the memory. Rather, it seemed as though the other party was using the memory to look back at him.
Such a divine ability was simply beyond imagination. Beside him, the Dream-Devouring Insect suddenly spat out blood.
At that very moment, the spiritual light gradually dispersed, finally turning back into black mist.
The Dream-Devouring Insect looked toward Ye Jingcheng and transmitted its voice softly:
"The memories are gone."
Ye Jingcheng nodded without blaming it. Soul Jade from a slain member of the Jade Soul Race certainly would not retain many memories. If it really contained a great many, he would have to question whether that member of the Jade Soul Race was truly dead.
Ye Jingcheng then released Treasure Radiance onto the Dream-Devouring Insect and gave it a healing spirit pill. Only after examining it and finding nothing seriously wrong did he let out a long breath of relief.
His reverence