Jiang Tang opened his eyes here, to see the moonlight stone within the moon absorbed into a thin layer—the moon slowly fading, as if it were about to disappear.
The sun in the space was about to rise, and it was only then that Jiang Tang leaped off the moon and flew down from the high sky.
Jiang Tang had heard very clearly, it was the door being knocked, meaning a whole night had passed since he entered the room to cultivate.
He didn't think about subduing the insects in the moon first; he would have the chance to subjugate all the products within his internal space later.
He would seize the opportunity to make these white insects into his secret weapon.
He believed that one day, these insects would indeed come in handy, and even the golden insects had their weaknesses.
Encountering cultivators of Ice Spells, the golden insects' abilities would weaken, and the crystal-clear insects would become a sharp weapon.
