Qin Ming was lost in thought; in the latter half of the night, he had traversed the Netherworld and stood beside the Heavenly Que. What a peculiar experience that was!
Although everything was false, he was still savoring the memory.
He looked out the window, and the night sky in the real world was so thick.
"A centipede that remains alive after death, hanging for four days, can still leave a trace of Residual Spirit during the hunt."
Qin Ming reflected; this night's experience was actually quite perilous.
The Big Centipede itself was already very weak, yet the altar it manipulated was not simple. If he had unknowingly stepped onto it, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He reckoned that he would have been sacrificed, and that bug might have replaced him.
He felt a wave of fear; in this world dense with Night Fog, could similar incidents be happening elsewhere?
If one thinks about it carefully, it indeed lacks a sense of security.
