The three of them walked up the stairs. The soul insects sensed the Dao resonance and swiftly moved aside.
"This Great Dao imprint is actually dispersing on its own? But if it keeps dispersing like this, it probably won't last much longer."
Feng Qixing looked grave. With his insight, he could tell that very little of the Great Dao imprint remained.
Once the Great Dao imprint had completely faded, the soul insects here would no longer make way for them.
As Jiang Changkong advanced, he kept watch on the soul insects around them. "Even the Soul-Anchoring Tree can't drive them away. Do you have any other method?"
"When it comes to soul insects, aside from capturing the insect king, only the special secret arts of soul martial artists can ensure one need not fear them."
Feng Qixing pondered for a moment. "Do you know such a secret art?"
Jiang Changkong shook his head. "Let's keep moving and look for the insect king. Do you know how to capture one?"
If he knew any soul secret arts, he would not have come seeking the Near-God Treasure.
Feng Qixing fell silent.
"Should we retreat first?"
Jiang Changkong frowned. The stairs had no visible end. If they kept going like this, they might eventually be surrounded by insects.
"We can't leave anymore." Liangqiu Xuanyi sighed. "Look behind us."
The two turned around. At some point, the stairs behind them had vanished.
With no way back, the three could only continue forward.
With the Soul-Anchoring Tree present, even after the Dao resonance was exhausted, it could still protect them.
Jiang Changkong's soul power rippled through the surrounding void. With the Soul-Anchoring Tree there, the soul insects did not trouble him.
Yet the void was also filled with profound soul formations.
It was simply impossible