With determination, Jared gritted his teeth and abruptly came to a stop.
Almost immediately, a strange sensation engulfed him, swiftly followed by an intense, stabbing pain. It felt as if his soul was being peeled away, layer by layer.
Witnessing Jared’s contorted expression, Misho and the others moved forward to assist him.
“Don’t approach. Hurry and leave. There are venomous parasites here,” Jared warned aloud. Hearing this, Misho and the others, filled with terror, refrained from getting closer and retreated.
The parasitic silkworms had infiltrated Jared’s body, voraciously devouring his divine soul within his consciousness field.
Drenched in sweat, Jared found himself powerless against the venomous parasites within his mind. Helplessly, he watched as the parasitic silkworms feasted on his divine soul.
Faiyar looked on anxiously, unable to offer assistance. Down to his last wisp of bodily spirit, he knew that if the parasitic silkworms noticed him, they would consume him instantly.
Observing Jared in agony, Misho and the rest were deeply concerned, unable to grasp the perilous situation he faced. At that moment, Jared felt the world spinning, and his consciousness blurred.
Just as he was losing his senses, a golden light sparked within his consciousness field. It emanated from the Golden Tome. The parasitic silkworms immediately halted their assault, attempting to flee from Jared’s consciousness field.
However, the golden light intensified, and eventually, all the parasitic silkworms dissipated under its glow. Once they vanished, Jared’s pain subsided, and in their place, a cocoon emerged. This cocoon
intrigued Jared. Why did it appear after the
parasitic silkworms disappeared?
Under his gaze, the cocoon writhed and eventually hatched, revealing a parasitic silkworm larva.
This larva looked peculiar, its body gleaming gold, appearing somewhat adorable and not at all like what one would associate with a venomous parasite.
“Mr. Chance, this parasitic silkworm larva is quite unique. Could it be the king of the parasitic silkworms? If so, it’s a valuable find. Parasitic silkworms are scarce these days, and having a king among them could offer a formidable ally once it reaches maturity,” Faiyar expressed with enthusiasm.
Uncertain whether the larva was the king of parasitic silkworms, Jared still decided to keep it.
The parasitic silkworms had proven to be formidable, and Jared felt defenseless against them. Were it not for the protection of the Golden Tome within his consciousness field, his divine soul might have been consumed, leaving him an empty shell.
“Then take good care of it. If it needs to feed on blood, let it. There’s only one; it won’t take much,” Jared said, entrusting the larva to Faiyar, who was more than happy to have some company, even if it was just a parasitic silkworm.
“Jared, are you all right?” inquired Misho as he approached Jared with caution.
“I’m fine,” Jared replied, shaking his head before inquiring, “Old Mr. Giuvali, what happened to those Demonic Cultivators?”
“They fled. They’re intimately acquainted with this area, and we couldn’t catch up.” Misho sighed.
The Demonic Cultivators had spent numerous years in the Mount Crimson range, becoming well-versed in its terrain. It proved impossible for Misho and the others, many of whom were experiencing it for the first time, to keep pace.
“Leave them be. After this ordeal, they likely won’t dare to cause trouble again. Let’s go check on Mr. Chevalier and the others,” Jared suggested, leading Misho and the group to locate Hamish and the rest.
Meanwhile, Hamish and the others sought refuge behind a concealed boulder, where Tamazi diligently concocted medicine to tend to Hamish’s injuries.
Izolda anxiously surveyed the surroundings, her eyes filled with worry, fearing for her grandfather’s safety.
