Chapter 14558 Evil Insect Puppet
Chapter 14558 Evil Insect Puppet
The woman in white paused slightly, then raised her hand to indicate, "Let's go, I'll show you what the real Evil Insect Palace is like."
The two rose into the air, with starlight streaking past them, and in an instant landed in front of the statue's massive base.
A closer look reveals an even more awe-inspiring sight; the statue of the man in black has eyes as sharp as knives, seemingly piercing through eternity and landing directly in the hearts of every observer.
Ling Xiao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the insects surrounding the statue. The insects were pitch black, with bony spurs on their backs, and left a faint glow as they crawled, making them eerie and mysterious.
The woman in white was also gazing at the insects, a slight smile playing on her lips behind the sliver of light as she murmured, "Little fellows, it's been quite a while..."
She didn't linger and led Ling Xiao towards the ancient star palace.
The palace doors were wide open, revealing an astonishingly spacious interior. Only the silent desolation accumulated over the years flowed by. The ground beneath one's feet was paved with countless broken star stones, each step producing a slight, crisp sound.
On both sides of the hall, there were some broken objects scattered around. Ling Xiao's gaze swept over them and finally settled on two objects standing still on the right. They were two humanoid demon puppets with dark bodies and mysterious metallic patterns. They were tall and straight, and each of them held a strange gourd covered with insect patterns.
Although they remained still, they exuded a strong aura of evil, making the surrounding air thick and sticky.
Ling Xiao's pupils contracted slightly. He had personally crafted demonic puppets before, but he had never seen such a powerful aura. These two evil insect demonic puppets were more than ten times stronger than his previous works!
"Evil Insect Puppet." The woman in white walked slowly closer, her fingertips gently brushing against the cold arm of a demon puppet. Under the starlight, the metallic patterns on the puppet's body gleamed faintly. "It's quite well preserved."
Ling Xiao's eyes shone brightly, and his tone carried a hint of expectation: "Does Senior need it?"
The woman in white glanced at him, chuckled, and said with a hint of mockery, "I don't need it, so you can have it all."
Ling Xiao was ruthless and decisive. With a flick of his sleeve, the suction force of the magic needle space suddenly surged. Two black shadows flashed by, and the two evil insect puppets were instantly absorbed into it without the slightest hesitation.
"Follow me, the main event is inside." The woman in white turned and walked towards the depths of the main hall.
After passing through several corridors and side halls that were mostly dilapidated, the two arrived at a relatively intact inner hall.
The hall contained nothing but thirteen human-shaped statues arranged in a strange formation. Ten were male and three were female, each with a different appearance and attire. Some were majestic like emperors, some were ethereal like immortals, some were cold and aloof like demons, and some were serene and indifferent like hermits.
What they had in common was that each of them wore a simple-looking gourd hanging from their waist.
The gourd's surface was covered with twisted insect script, and an eerie aura emanated from it, weaving into an invisible net that enveloped the entire inner hall. It drew the attention of anyone who entered, as if they were about to be sucked into the gourd.
Ling Xiao stared intently, and felt as if the insect-shaped characters had come to life, constantly moving before his eyes. A mysterious power invaded his sea of consciousness along his line of sight, making him unable to resist by circulating his spiritual power.
"This is……"
A vast and pure demonic intent crashed into Ling Xiao's mind like a tsunami. His blood and qi surged violently, and his heart pounded uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of his chest!
It was not a sinister and violent evil spirit, but a kind of profound and domineering power that had been accumulated over countless ages, like the primordial chaos at the beginning of the world, which made the demonic intent within him tremble and submit instinctively.
The woman in white gazed at the thirteen statues standing in a circle, her fingertips tracing the air as if touching those bygone years, her tone tinged with a distant reminiscence.
"Back then, the thirteen leaders who followed the Evil Insect King to pioneer the path of evil insects and demonic cultivation ignited the entire legacy of the evil insect path with their own lives, and they are the original teachers of all evil insect cultivators in later generations."
"Inheritance?!"
A fiery light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and his breathing became rapid.
What he lacked most was this kind of systematic and profound guidance on the foundation of the demonic path!
Grandpa Hong Qi was indeed powerful, but he had already stood at the pinnacle of the Great Dao. What he taught were the ultimate principles of heaven and earth that pointed directly to the essence, like stars in the night sky. He could only look up and guide him, but he could not teach him step by step how to climb.
Ling Xiao's current combat power largely relies on external objects such as the Demon Needle Space and Kangguo Divine Liquid, as well as the powerful techniques he has gained from several fortuitous encounters. However, his own demonic foundation is as messy as a tangled mess, as fragile as a castle in the air, and the slightest backlash could lead to utter destruction.
The woman in white nodded slowly, her gaze falling on him. Her voice, like an ice pick piercing through illusion, suddenly became serious.
"You've gone astray."
"Seven or eight out of ten of his skills are built up by 'divine weapons and armor' and 'astonishing secret techniques,' making him seem incredibly powerful, but in reality, he is all show and no substance."
"A foundation in demonic cultivation? Very fragile."
Her tone was calm, yet every word she spoke was piercing.
"You can't blame yourself for that. The one who introduced you to this path was an extraordinary being who had transcended the Three Realms and Five Elements. How could he possibly know how to teach you these most fundamental things step by step?"
"It is already a miracle that he can point out a path to heaven for you."
These words struck Ling Xiao like a thunderbolt, sending a shiver down his spine.
He had to admit that this mysterious woman saw things too clearly, and even if he didn't want to face it, he couldn't deny the fact that his foundation in the demonic path was weak.
"Without a clear path, even the best weapon is like a three-year-old child wielding a hundred-pound hammer. It's lucky if they can unleash even 30% of their full strength. A slight mistake will result in a severe backlash."
The woman in white lightly raised her delicate hand, and a soft yet powerful white light swept across the thirteen statues.
"Today, let these thirteen masters of the primordial source of evil insects rebuild your demonic foundation, dispel the fog, and teach you what the true demonic path is."
Buzz!
A deafening buzz suddenly exploded!
The demonic energy that had been solidified for countless ages within the hall suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years. Fine cracks appeared in the void within the hall, and an indescribable pressure enveloped all directions.
The thirteen statues trembled violently at the same time. Instead of flying away, the stone chips turned into specks of dark light that rose from the top of the statues' heads and condensed into illusory yet solid human figures.
The figure's face was clear, exactly like a statue, and its body was entwined with demonic intent that was completely different, yet equally pure and vast. Some were domineering and unparalleled, some were effeminate and unpredictable, some were steady and profound, and some were agile and graceful. The thirteen demonic intents intertwined to form a complete closed loop of demonic path.
Thirteen pairs of deep eyes slowly opened, their gazes, imbued with a demonic aura, immediately falling upon the woman in white, filled with awe that emanated from the depths of their souls.
One of the phantom figures, an old man with white hair and a long beard, dressed in an ancient black robe, stared intently at the woman in white for a moment. His withered fingers trembled violently, his body jolted, and an incredulous and horrified expression appeared on his face. His lips moved several times before he could utter a dry sound like rusty iron rubbing together.
