In the Vast Sea Building, beneath the massive Ancient Divine Insect Corpse.
Song Ciwan's heart was in turmoil, her emotions rising and falling like immense waves.
She knew with perfect clarity that this was likely the closest she had come to the true essence of these creatures since first learning of the Ancient Divine Insect Race!
The Ancient Divine Insect Race was strong—exceptionally so. Even though this one had been dead for who knew how many years, and even though what was bound in midair was merely the corpse of a semi-mature specimen, the lingering Bad Luck it exuded was still potent enough to have a powerful impact on a Human Race expert of Song Ciwan's Cultivation.
From this small glimpse, one could imagine the true power of the Ancient Divine Insect Race.
However, as strong as the Ancient Divine Insect Race was, it was not invincible!
After all, if they were truly unbeatable, where had this corpse come from?
