As always, the days at Qiongbi Peak were tranquil.
Ning Daoran enjoyed a simple life of daily cultivation, farming, fishing, and feeding insects. He was completely delighted by these activities.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran was one hundred and fourteen years old.
Inside the insect room.
"Ssss~"
Amidst the sounds as light as those of a mosquito, Flying Star Centipedes feasted on both meat and Spirit Grass, with one or two occasionally fluttering their wings and gracefully dancing back and forth in the insect room.
'Not bad at all~'
A smile curled on the corners of Ning Daoran's lips.
Now, after two years of breeding, there were forty-two Flying Star Centipedes. The patterns on the backs of the initial four had become denser, showing signs that they were about to breakthrough and evolve!
He gently slapped his Storage Bag, and instantly, a green ruler flew out.