The daytime of the present world corresponds to the night of the dream realm.
In this pitch-black dream realm, Wang Chonghui and his master, with their eyes glowing, looked towards the blood pool.
In that blood water, chunks of blood were floating, rising and sinking.
And on those chunks, Gu insects were crawling, drilling in and out.
"Master, this time, will it work?"
The Ancient Immortal remained silent, just staring intently at the blood pool.
Gu insects gathered on the surface of the blood, starting to secrete tiny blood-red crystals.
Then they grabbed the crystals, busily using them to begin constructing in the blood pool.
They bonded these crystals together, gradually forming threads, weaving them into surfaces, layer by layer, slowly forming a tower-like insect nest.
Wang Chonghui swallowed his saliva, glancing around at the tower's prototype.
"This time used thousands of pounds of human blood, not cheap at all, better not fail..."
