Wind and clouds changed color, the strange light like a flood dragon breathing mist, unfurling all manner of magnificent hues.
At that moment.
Chen Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling upon the mother insect at his fingertip.
Its entire body glittered with golden scales, its form resembling a flood serpent, while the little dragon horns atop its head blazed with brilliant light, lending it a grim, imposing air.
Even with its movements restrained.
This True Thought Golden Insects still refused to behave, baring their ferocity.
It beat its wings with all its strength, twisted its neck several times, then opened a mouthful of tiny, sharp teeth and bit at Chen Heng, seeking to gnaw through his fingertip and escape with its life.
But given the toughness of Chen Heng's body.
Although these True Thought Golden Insects could easily deal with even a High-Grade Talisman Artifact, they were still far from capable of harming his flesh.
Its teeth merely raised a metallic clang and a shower of sparks, failing to leave so much as a mark.
"The Divination Art..."
Gu Yi saw that Chen Heng's left hand, held behind his back, was lightly gripping an ancient, unadorned Tortoiseshell.
Her thoughts turned, and she guessed how Chen Heng had found the real mother insect among those tens of thousands of false forms.
And although she was astonished that Chen Heng's aptitude for the Divination Art had truly reached a frightening degree.
Gu Yi had no time to dwell on it now.
She turned her delicate hand, a trace of coldness flashing across her beautiful face, and the True Thought Golden Insects struggling at Chen Heng's fingertip abruptly stiffened before bursting into golden light and vanishing.
At the same time, a dying True Thought Golden Insects appeared within Gu Yi's Sleeve Pouch.