Night deepened, and only the chirping of insects and the rustling of wind through the leaves could be heard in the forest.
Huang Yun sat cross-legged on the grass beside the Blood Ginseng, cradling a shrunken Vajra Giant Spider in his palm.
Its golden carapace gleamed with a warm metallic luster beneath the moonlight. Its eight tiny legs were tucked against its sides, making it look like an exquisite golden ornament.
Through their mental connection, he sent the Vajra Giant Spider a thought. "How about I call you Little Vajra from now on?"
The Vajra Giant Spider's eight compound eyes shifted slightly, and the Kunpeng Thunder Mark on its forehead flashed with a faint glimmer.
A hazy emotion came through from the other end of their mental connection. It seemed like agreement, but also a docile response.
Huang Yun smiled and lightly flicked its carapace with a finger. "All right, it's settled, then."
After thinking for a moment, he sent another thought over. "Are you the only Vajra Giant Spider on this continent? Do you have any kin?"
Little Vajra's body trembled faintly, its eight long legs slowly stretching before drawing back in.
A vague yet lengthy series of images flowed through their mental connection. Huang Yun closed his eyes and carefully sensed those fragmented memories pouring into his mind.
It was deep within a dark forest, beneath the roots of a colossal ancient tree, where a golden egg lay quietly in the soil.
The eggshell was covered in dense golden patterns that emitted a faint glow in the darkness.
There was no sign of any other living creature nearby. No mother spider guarded it, no kin accompanied it—only a lone egg, like a seed abandoned in some forgotten corner of the world.
Then the scene shifted.
The eggshell cracked