Myriad Flower Holy Lord, a Deal

Atop the Main Peak of Little Turtle Peak.

Clouds and mist drifted through the air; the breeze was gentle and the sun shone bright.

Qin Ming's true body sat calmly in a rattan chair, with the Devouring Sky Rat, the Silver Fox, and Tian Ling'er attending him at his side, burning incense and brewing tea.

His Demonic Infant Nascent Soul had gone off to brave danger in his stead, while he himself lounged here in leisure, utterly carefree and content.

Only—

Qin Ming had also simultaneously learned of the situation within the Spirit Exquisite Immortal Abode Realm.

Especially after communicating with the Silver-Winged Frost Bee, he could not help but rise from the rattan chair, his expression turning rather grave.

"Things are not looking good!"

Seeing such a serious look on his face and hearing those words, the Devouring Sky Rat could not help asking:

"Master, has something happened?"

Qin Ming gazed out at the distant Sea of Clouds, nodded slightly, and pondered. "Mm, that Immortal Abode Secret Realm is likely about to face great trouble."

"How is Third Brother?" the Devouring Sky Rat could not help asking.

Qin Ming saw how worried it looked.

He then glanced at it and said, "Rest assured. This Seat's Demonic Infant Nascent Soul will certainly bring Silver Wing back."

Only then did the Devouring Sky Rat breathe a sigh of relief.

Yet Qin Ming's next words sent its heart leaping into its throat again.

"That Immortal Abode Secret Realm has already been completely occupied by the insect race, and an ancient doomworm is about to awaken."

"What? That is truly terrifying."

In the inner region of the Spirit Exquisite Immortal Abode Realm.

After Qin Ming conversed with the Silver-Winged Frost Bee for a while, he had roughly learned of the situation here.