The sea of stars is vast, flickering with illusory light.
Countless tiny lights float nimbly among the spiritual crystals, dancing like fireflies, as if curious, lightly touching the shoulders and hair of the outsiders.
Long before this, Lou Feng and Lou Yanyue had subconsciously restrained their own spiritual energy. On one hand, it was a family heritage to prevent the erratic spiritual fluctuations from damaging precise instrunts. On the other hand, these small lights of spiritual energy were too fragile, and even a slight touch could shatter them.
However, when these countless fragnts of light gathered together, the subtle flow of spiritual energy among them faintly ford a breathtaking and grand composite entity.
Unlike the vibrant fragnts of light, the composite entity itself seed to be in a state of slumber and chaos, not fully revealed. Just the twinkling of countless tiny lights constituted a mighty and grand rhythm and breath.
The mont a hand was gently extended to touch it, a owing hallucination echoed in the ears.
It was as if one had accidentally stumbled into a giant cat's nest, filled with squirming young cubs crawling everywhere before opening their eyes, climbing over feet, pants, shoulders, and heads.
"Hey, these little things are quite cute."
Lou Yanyue's eyes sparkled, quickly feeling the vibrations of these weak spiritual intelligences, like spiritual essence naturally born from thunderbolt and fla. She skillfully scattered a handful of thin spiritual light, instantly enticing a swarm of owing intelligences to gather and dance like fireflies.
As for Lou Feng, he had instinctively begun analyzing the phenonon before him.
A little steal doesn't count as theft, and glancing doesn't count as it. What's wrong with taking a look! You, Ji, invited here willingly and even flamboyantly asked to drink sugar water!
The family-transmitted Spiritual Shaping and related techniques, coupled with his research on spiritual transformation and conversion, were sufficient for him to analyze and understand all this.
[Fly King] is rely a generic term.
The sea of countless micro Spirits of Creation gathered into one entity, a colony... and within it, there are four kinds of 'classes' or 'categories'.
The very top and largest is undoubtedly the [Fly King] composed of the integration of all spiritual wisdom.
Beneath the Fly King, the most complete entities are various 'adult cats' that have undergone so transformation and have certain functions implanted, resembling the patrol street cats he once saw outside. They can receive orders and complete tasks; although not very intelligent, they are completely sufficient as tools, even greatly surpassing expectations.
In analogy, they are probably like worker and soldier bees in a bee colony, accounting for about one-fifth of the population.
Below the adult cats are the newly born cubs, weak in spiritual wisdom, untrained and unrefined, lacking experience and skills. They require guidance or direct infusion of knowledge from elder cats. They are like reserves, with ample potential and promising futures, making up about two-fifths of the colony.
The remaining three-fifths are the minute Spirit Seeds still in incubation, like seeds drifting in the spiritual substance, growing slowly and moving with the currents.
No, they are being suppressed, forcibly dormant.
In a situation of limited resources, recklessly developing and increasing demand would lead to a complete withering after exhausting all resources... But the problem is, with the main body lacking consciousness and only instinctually driven, who exactly is ticulously controlling all this?
The biggest flaw of the Fly King collective is a lack of self-awareness, yet its greatest advantage lies in the sa trait. However, to maximize this strength amidst internal chaos requires decisive command and coordination, a pervasive control and multi-threaded processing capability capable of overwhelming any human brain.
In other words, outside the Fly King, there must be another crucial entity!
Ji Jue, the sly dog, is still hiding sothing!
The mont he realized it, Lou Feng couldn't help but glance at Ji Jue, letting out a cold humph.
"What's the matter, Brother Lou?" Ji Jue smiled and said, "In such an open and honest exchange, have you gained anything?"
"Heh, not much,"
Lou Feng replied, hands in pockets, barely caring, mocking, "Breeding a nest of cats, summoning soone from afar, I thought they'd do backflips."
He nonchalantly shifted his gaze, "Nothing special."
Ji Jue said nothing, only smiled silently, watching his hand.
Just as Heavenly Furnace Old Deng said, the mouth of a craftsman spews deceit.
But the hands of a craftsman never lie, wouldn't you agree, young master Lou, still secretly rubbing a kitten between your fingers?
Until the toughness of Lou Feng's face and a craftsman's curiosity simultaneously wore out, not too willing to, he finally released the kitten...
To be fair, this type of spiritual creature is not actually rare.
After all, the aggregation of material and spiritual substance is a natural law; surprises and miracles often occur amid the Ascension and Ruins.
Similar colonies include Stone Worms growing in the Earth Veins, spiritual essence in thunder clouds and volcanoes, and even a type known as Parasitic Moth in disasters. These invade human souls to lay eggs, and after consuming their hosts, claim the nest, undergoing tamorphosis until they develop into what is known as the anomalous spiritual hazard called the Mothman.
Compared to those entities, Ji Jue's haven't yet matched up.
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