Hearing that it might be something from ancient ruins, Zhao Li was tempted. If it was some old grandpa or the like, perhaps he could get some knowledge for free.
Zhao Li wanted to investigate it carefully, so he spoke up to ask.
After obtaining Li Zhenxuan's consent, Zhao Li released his Soul Power and began examining it closely.
Upon hearing Zhao Li's conversation with Li Zhenxuan, Li Lei and his son grew nervous again. Only then did they realize that Li Zhenxuan had yet to fully recover, and lingering fear filled their hearts.
But when they saw Zhao Li preparing to act, the two of them relaxed again. They now had a blind faith in Zhao Li, believing that nothing could possibly stump him.
"It really is strange."
After probing it, Zhao Li's expression turned grave.
This black mist was indeed as bizarre as Li Zhenxuan had described. The moment Zhao Li's Soul Power came into contact with it, it was swallowed up by the black mist.
Zhao Li frowned and was about to withdraw it when the black mist, seemingly drawn by the deliciousness of his soul, lunged into his soul. Like maggots clinging to bone, it simply could not be shaken off.
Zhao Li saw the black mist attach itself to his Primordial Spirit. It was very quiet. Rather than absorbing his Dou Qi as Li Zhenxuan had said, it merely steadily devoured his Soul Power.
Looking at the black mist within his Primordial Spirit, Zhao Li had a strange feeling. This black mist seemed almost like a living thing.
"Is it something like a Gu Insect?"
As he pondered this, Zhao Li looked at Li Zhenxuan and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa Li, how did you come across this thing?"
Seeing the black mist transfer