After the Snow Mosquito King flew to the far western reaches, he felt even more strongly that something important was about to happen.
So he hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Li Yan. It had only been an instinctive action on his part.
Only after sending it did he realize he might have acted superfluously. He had assumed that, just like the countless voice transmissions over the years, he definitely would not receive a reply.
Yet Li Yan had actually appeared in a most peculiar manner.
Have I become dispensable? Otherwise, why did he show up the instant I mentioned that remnant soul? Had I known, I would have brought up that remnant soul long ago.
The Snow Mosquito King mulled it over in his heart, like a resentful wife cast into the cold palace.
Li Yan glanced at the Snow Mosquito and noticed that his cultivation had improved considerably. He nodded to himself.
"It should be close, judging by this state. Let's wait and see."
After replying, he turned his gaze back toward the desert.
The Snow Mosquito King felt as though that single glance from Li Yan had dissected him piece by piece. He had never experienced such a feeling before.
This baleful star really was cultivating in seclusion. I... I cannot see through his strength at all...
Seeing Li Yan return his gaze to the desert after saying that, the Snow Mosquito King opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.
At the center of the desert, that smooth eggshell had already completely turned deep purple.
Under the illumination of the five rings in the sky, the purple egg in the desert resembled a gigantic heart, endlessly contracting and expanding.
It emitted rhythmic, earthshaking booms of "thump, thump, thump...," shaking the surrounding lands.
As the