"Don't tell me it choked to death!"
Mu Bai reached out and poked the God-Devouring Insect. It still did not move, looking like a cap on the brush shaft rather than a living creature.
Mu Bai immediately pulled out the Green-Hair Wooden Brush. The God-Devouring Insect lay limply in his palm like a short cord. When he took hold of both ends and tugged, it actually stretched out a long way.
The God-Devouring Insect was not dead. Mu Bai could feel an immense power accumulating inside its body, its fluctuations growing increasingly distinct. It had probably eaten too much over the past few days and was now undergoing metamorphic evolution.
Fortunately, he had plenty of Mustard Seed Bags on him. Mu Bai placed the God-Devouring Insect in a jade bottle and put it in a Mustard Seed Bag reserved for metals, stones, and other artifact-refining materials. He truly did not dare put it in the same Mustard Seed Bag as the Demon Cores.
With the God-Devouring Insect in a deep sleep, Mu Bai could not open the Heavenly Demon Palace. He was deeply anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Even Immortal Kings could be trapped in this Heavenly Demon Palace; with his current means alone, there was absolutely no possibility of escaping this place. He could only pin his hopes on the God-Devouring Insect.
With nothing to do for the moment, Mu Bai looked at the corpses strewn across the ground before him and suddenly recalled the scene of Dai Long crazily drawing living people and beasts into his Inner World all those years ago. Mu Bai's Inner World had only just opened, and he could not yet nurture living things within it as a Yuan Zun could. But these corpses before him were already dead matter. Drawing