Xu Changqing suspected that the Nine-Headed Insect had come here to participate in the Mayfly Offering.
Although he did not know what this ritual entailed.
No matter what, he had to investigate it thoroughly and prevent any accidents.
Thus, Xu Changqing fixed his gaze on the pitch-black entrance, a trace of resolve flashing through his eyes. "Forget it. I should go in and take a look."
At once, he gave Xu Qiansui an order.
Upon receiving the command, Xu Qiansui reined in his aura until he resembled an ordinary plant.
He slowly shifted his body and approached the dark entrance at the base of the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan.
For some unknown reason, the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan showed no reaction at all. Only a faint pulse of life remained.
Sticky sap occasionally seeped from the cracks in its bark, while a decayed aura emanated from its entire body.
Under normal circumstances, whenever any living creature approached, even if the centipede banyan was dormant, its instinctive defenses would be triggered, spraying venom or launching its tentacles to strangle the intruder.
But Xu Qiansui was a Spirit Plant Puppet, without soul or spirit. His body had been refined from spirit plants and inherently carried a similar source aura, faintly aligning with the attributes of the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan.
When he drew near the trunk, the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan merely twitched slightly, showing no intent to attack.
Xu Qiansui slipped inside. The entrance was broader than expected, roughly ten feet tall, with grayish-brown roots covering the surroundings. They felt as hard as iron, their surfaces coated in a thin layer of black fuzz.
Billowing black smoke surged out from the depths, yet silently parted when it touched Xu Qiansui's body.
A Spirit Plant Puppet was naturally immune to sinister yin auras. To him, it