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Once Qiao Ranran saw that the method worked, she immediately tossed in a few more Little Pills. If Pei Ling had not reinforced the Formation around the three of them, the smell would probably have overwhelmed them too. Yan Qingsui had caught one whiff of it, and now, even with his sense of smell shut off, he had the illusion that the bizarre odor was washing over him.

But judging by the direction the insects were heading, they had a clear destination.

"Have other Cultivators come in?" Qiao Ranran asked Pei Ling, turning her head.

"Mm," Pei Ling said. Before entering this layer, he had indeed seen Wen Ziheng and the others. Without the sandstorm barring their way, they should reach the Eighth Layer soon. If no other Cultivators were already here, those insects were probably after them.

Qiao Ranran asked again, "Junior Brother Pei, do you know how to clear the Eighth Layer?" She did not ask Yan Qingsui. He might have known something about the earlier stages, but by the sixth and seventh, he had been just as lost.

Feng Changdong and the others had led them through the earlier stages, and Pei Ling had led them through the seventh. Yan Qingsui had been no use at all!

Pei Ling, however, gazed at the sky without answering.

The insect army had left completely. To be safe, Qiao Ranran did not disperse the Smoke, in case something unexpected happened.

Pei Ling had been staring through the Smoke at the sky for a long time. From an angle Qiao Ranran could not see, a strange light flickered in his eyes, as though sketching out a Mystical Star Chart.

A long while passed—long enough for the Smoke Qiao Ranran had thrown out to dissipate. Only then did Pei Ling lower his