After memorizing these Spirit Formations, Huo Hai no longer cared about these Formation Butterflies that had become little more than chicken ribs. "Little Butterfly, calm them down." These creatures had done him a favor, and Huo Hai did not want to kill them.
At Huo Hai's command, Little Butterfly's mental power completely blanketed a vast area around them. These Formation Butterflies had no strong mental control abilities, and their cultivation was inferior to Little Butterfly's, so they quickly all quieted down.
Huo Hai paid them no mind and swiftly arrived at the place they had been guarding. It was a vast slope of peculiar stone hills layered upon one another, with some rather strange plants growing across them. They were not mulberry trees—not even remotely similar to them—and Huo Hai had no idea what they were. But they were undoubtedly the food required by Six-Wing Formation Butterfly larvae.
There were quite a few insect eggs atop the small hills, scattered everywhere like grains of rice. The newly hatched larvae were not large and survived by feeding on the leaves of these peculiar plants. Eventually, they would grow as thick as a little finger.
After that, these Six-Wing Formation Butterflies would slowly begin to transform, shedding their insect forms and becoming the smallest Six-Wing Formation Butterflies. At that point, they truly embarked upon the path of becoming chicken ribs. There was one such creature right before Huo Hai now.
As soon as it had dried its wings, the power aura within this newly transformed Six-Wing Formation Butterfly immediately changed. A newly formed formation slot was instantly occupied by a worthless Spirit Formation. Huo Hai shook his head. It really brought this upon itself. Not every Six-Wing Formation Butterfly could reach the Spirit Venerable Realm; most could only reach around the Spirit