On the Wildlands Continent, in a purple mountain forest.
Tiny insects crawled incessantly through the forest, moving without order, charging about and running rampant.
Some even piled atop one another, their wings and tails thrashing wildly.
But anyone who observed these spirit insects closely would discover that their agitation was not entirely without a pattern.
Somewhere within the purple forest, the Stone Spirit Grotto-Heaven had slipped into the void and sealed itself completely.
Ye Jingcheng and the others, along with all their spirit beasts, were inside.
They all remained on a war footing.
Battle formations, arrays, spirit puppets, magical treasures, and spirit treasures were all at the ready.
"Stay vigilant for half a month first. Once we make it through that half month, the chances of anything going wrong will be slim!" Ye Jingcheng told everyone.
Their faces showed both tension and excitement.
The most nervous among them was naturally Ye Jingzhong.
With the grotto-heaven completely sealed, all they could rely on now were those spirit insects.
These were not high-stage spirit insects, merely second-stage Purple Cockroach Insects, which were numerous and bred quickly.
Their vitality was also weak, and they died easily.
Their warning method was equally simple: they could only monitor whether these spirit insects lived or died.
As for using an insect disc or even checking recording shadow wood, Ye Jingcheng had vetoed both.
If they had not drawn the Dragon Clan here, those methods would have been fine.
But if they had, their pursuers would naturally be at least eighth-stage true spirits, and those detection methods would be the most conspicuous tails they could leave behind.
They might bring a calamity that would drown them all.
Thus, Ye Jingcheng would rather use this most primitive method.
Of course, he was still recalling whether their journey had