Heavenly Tomb, first layer.
After the young geniuses of the eight clans caused an uproar and the Ancient Devouring Insects erupted in unprecedented turmoil, this space fell silent once more.
The young geniuses of the eight clans had either already been swallowed by the sea of insects or had fled.
The endless insect sea drifted through the first layer. Yet after pursuing the young geniuses of the eight clans for some time, it gradually lost its targets.
There was not much within the Heavenly Tomb that they could devour. In the end, wave after wave of insects split off, seemingly driven by some instinct, and headed toward the borders of the Heavenly Tomb.
Deep within one sizable torrent of insects, a faint purple glow flickered amid countless writhing pale-white insect forms, utterly out of place. If someone could observe it from up close, they would discover that the purple glow was not some mutated Ancient Devouring Insect, but a purplish-red mass of flame.
The flame sphere was not large, barely able to hold one adult. Within it was Xiao Yan, who had been submerged by the insect swarm.
Xiao Yan sat cross-legged with his eyes shut, like an old monk in meditation. His aura had been restrained to the utmost, nearly blending into the deathly still surroundings.
When he had first fallen into the insect sea, Xiao Yan had naturally panicked and tried with almost all his strength to break free. But a swarm numbering in the millions was no joke. Struggling within it, Xiao Yan had been like a small beast in the vast ocean, never finding an opportunity to escape. On the contrary, the more he struggled, the more astonishingly his energy was depleted, while the swarm grew ever more ferocious after devouring his Dou Qi.
His soul