Chapter 1170: Extreme Grade Spirit Range

Ye Mo discarded the useless formations and discovered a denser concentration of spirit chi. Sinking into the earth, he found a dragon-like spirit range at a depth of several hundred meters. “Extreme grade spirit range!” He knew it instantly, despite never having seen one before.

This spirit range surpassed even the Herb King spirit range in size. Yet, Ye Mo's current power far exceeded that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. With his Body Condensation State, level two power, moving the extreme grade spirit range into his Golden Page World was a relatively simple task. A few swift transmission formations later, and with a resounding rumble, the spirit range was gone.

Immediately, the area began to collapse; ice mountains and shards lost their life force. Ye Mo burst from the earth, cleansed himself with water spells, donned fresh clothes, and felt refreshed. His spirit sense detected only cold; all other life force had vanished.

Ye Mo was certain that an extreme grade spirit range was a rarity; perhaps even the entire South Peace State lacked one. Even the Pill City, a 10-star sect, might struggle to acquire such a treasure. He probed his Golden Page World with his spirit sense, finding it brimming with life force. Once its world laws fully formed, it would become his own world.

He could leave now. Without hesitation, Ye Mo returned to the teleportation formation.

As Ye Mo anticipated, the crack remained open after the initial suction. Hundreds of cultivators were now trapped within. Their fate mirrored that of the Body Condensation State cultivators from God Wind Valley—they were beset by countless Spirit Devouring Bugs. Only a dozen or so powerful cultivators struggled to survive.

“We’ll die if this continues,” one Body Condensation State tertiary stage man stated, his voice strained from days of fighting. “These Spirit Devouring Bugs are multiplying as they devour cultivator essence blood.”

“Is there a better choice? Someone clearly lured us here as bait,” another Body Condensation State cultivator countered.

“Hmph, what good is saying that now? Even knowing the danger, you’d still come if you didn’t know what awaited you inside,” the tertiary stage cultivator scoffed. The other cultivator didn’t respond; he knew the truth of the statement.

“Those Clear Dream Mosque nuns are remarkably resilient; they’ve survived this long,” one cultivator observed in admiration.

The fat cultivator beside him sneered, “They merely possess a superior defense formation. Without that formation disk, they’d be devoured.”

“To hell with this!” a Body Condensation State level one cultivator beside the fat man bellowed. “Before I die, I’m tasting those Clear Dream Mosque women!” He charged from the defensive circle toward the three nuns.

The others stared, dumbfounded. Was he insane? He'd be instantly devoured—yet he was lusting after women? But some astute cultivators recognized his motive; he coveted their powerful defense formation disk.

Others considered a similar action but quickly abandoned the thought. The reckless cultivator hadn't reached ten meters before countless Spirit Devouring Bugs swarmed him. Soon, only their empty carapaces remained.

Suddenly, the fat cultivator yelled, “Did you all notice? The Spirit Devouring Bugs are weakening.”

Everyone felt it; their attacks were diminishing. A few high-level cultivators unleashed powerful spells, clearing away nearby bugs. The previous relentless onslaught had ceased; only a few stragglers appeared. Strangely, even those quickly withered and died.

As time passed, all the Spirit Devouring Bugs perished.

“What’s happening?”

The cultivators exchanged uneasy glances.

“Those eggs seem to have stopped moving,” a cultivator noted.

One Body Condensation State cultivator unleashed a fireball. Instead of killing a few hundred, it incinerated thousands, clearing a wide area. Seeing this, everyone followed suit, clearing away the dense swarm of bugs.

“The spirit chi is thinning, too. It’s no different from outside now,” someone observed.

A cultivator flew out on his flying sword. Before he fell, everyone realized the suction force had vanished.

“The suction is gone; we can leave,” the cultivator announced.

But no one moved. Had the bugs remained, they would have fled immediately. Now, with no immediate danger, the previous concentration of spirit chi hinted at something valuable beneath.

“I understand,” the Body Condensation State tertiary stage cultivator said.

“What is it, Brother Gang?” someone asked.

He gestured to the ground. “These hatched Spirit Devouring Bugs require vast amounts of spirit chi to evolve and mature. With the sudden depletion of spirit chi, they've lost their means of survival. Their death is inevitable. Only mature bugs can survive in areas with low spirit chi.”

“Brother Gang, didn’t you say someone was controlling these bugs? Wouldn't they know the spirit chi would disappear?”

Brother Gang shook his head. “I don't know.”

“I do,” a gruff voice declared.

Brother Gang bowed. “Grand Master Yi Jing of Heaven Yan Sect, please enlighten us.”

Yi Jing, a Body Condensation State level one cultivator but a level seven formation grand master, held considerable status. He pointed upward. “There was suction when we arrived, but it's gone now. A formation brought us here, and it's now depleted of spirit power, thus ending the suction.”

He surveyed the area. “Normally, a formation master wouldn't miscalculate spirit power. The only explanation is someone arrived earlier and stole the spirit power source.”

“What? We fought those bugs, many died, and that guy just takes it?” the fat cultivator roared, his anger palpable.

His Body Condensation State peak stage status silenced any dissent. Qing Han of Clear Dream Mosque sneered, “In that case, you should thank him. Otherwise, you'd be bug food.”

“What was that?” the fat cultivator snarled, his face contorting.

“I said you're an ungrateful wolf,” Qing Han retorted.

The fat cultivator remained silent, his face green. He clearly feared Clear Dream Mosque.