Published: February 12, 2025
In the vast expanse of ice, the team marched forward, the wind and snow no longer instilling fear in the warriors of Cloud Summit. Yet, the expressions on their faces still bore traces of disbelief and... a hint of fear that hadnât completely faded even after a day.
The ninth-level life that had nearly taken down Boss Ye and Xia Bai was right within the team.
Not as a guest, but as a prisoner!
Yes, that strange ninth-level life that had rendered Ye Zhongming helpless and nearly cost him his life once again was now at the very center of the team⌠being ravaged by Qiu Qiu.
Even now, when Ye Zhongming thought back on everything that had happened yesterday, he still felt it was a bit unreal.
At that time, Qiu Qiu had spat on the magic crystal of the ninth-level life. For some unknown reason, the powerful and unruly white silk seemed to have encountered a nemesis and was solely focused on wiping its magic crystal clean.
After Qiu Qiu scolded it with a string of cursesâat least to Ye Zhongming's ears, it sounded like countless âwoo woosââit jumped off the ground and landed on the head of the white silk. Those tentacles snapped open with a crackling sound, then it spat another mouthful of saliva at the magic crystal.
The white silk rolled on the ground, nearly trampling the cave.
Qiu Qiu was not done yet; it jumped over again, pushed the white silk aside, and spat three times, four times, five times...
By the end, the white silk looked like it was on the verge of death, wilting on the ground like a pile of broken threads, being casually dragged by Qiu Qiu as it followed Ye Zhongming out of the cave.
Now, Ye Zhongming was sure that the white silk was still alive, but if it werenât for Qiu Qiu occasionally taking a bite out of its threads like a snack, anyone would think it was dead.
The more Ye Zhongming thought about it, the stranger it became, and the more perplexed he felt watching Qiu Qiu.
What kind of life was this?
How could such a powerful white silk life be so thoroughly suppressed by it?
Ye Zhongming glanced at the ninth-level life that had been treated like a snack, having already lost an entire thread in just a day, and felt a pang of sadness for it.
Isnât living worse than dying?
If the white silk had independent thought, would it consider this a tit-for-tat? When it had once bound the spirit woman in the cave, it probably never thought it would be the one to be imprisoned and âeatenâ one day.
âBoss, the spirit woman still hasnât woken up. Even that black cat that was originally awake has just fallen asleep,â reported Ruan Xiao.
Yesterday, after the inexplicable defeat of the white silk, the spirit woman and the black cat had naturally escaped from danger, but the spirit woman was still in a comatose state. As for what to do about this mutated life, Cloud Summit had no idea. Although the black cat was awake, it was also helpless.
Today, with the black cat now also asleep, Ye Zhongming couldnât help but wonder if, after breaking free from the control of the white silk, the spirit woman and the black cat had started evolving towards the ninth level again? But wouldn't their evolutionary energy have been fully absorbed by the white silk? Could they continue to evolve?
Ye Zhongming had always felt that he didnât know much about mutated life. For example, why the Yama Tree could evolve and sleep indefinitelyâperhaps it was related to its demand to transform into a human. But that took far too long.
For instance, why did Red Hair have so many strange adventures? Was it human or mutated life now?
And why did Qiu Qiu and the white silk seem to be natural enemies? However, they seemed to exist in a separate space. Even when the white silk was evolving, why was there no obvious period of weakness, preventing him from seizing the opportunity to rescue the spirit woman?
All these thoughts left Ye Zhongming unable to explain the current states of the spirit woman and the black cat, yet he had a certain level of understanding.