If his information could be relayed to his main body, then this incarnation's sacrifice would have been worth it.
Yi Beidou sensed the anomaly of the golden specks of light in the air, but the flying insects scattered in every direction. There were too many for even him to track individually.
He looked at the still-beating golden heart in his hand. Inside, a viscous golden liquid was writhing, crawling toward his body.
They were tiny, pale-gold crawlers that constituted the "Insect Blood" filling the Mother of Eternity's veins.
SPLAT!
Crushing the Mother of Eternity's heart in his grip, Yi Beidou shuddered once to fling off the splattering Insect Blood. He then turned his gaze to the last remaining incarnation of an Ancient One.
The Purple Cloud Daoist, still in his form of Three Heads and Six Arms.
"The younger generation is truly something to be feared. We will meet again."
