Autumn.
The bleak season where all things wither.
The Dominating Throne flew at an unhurried pace beneath the white clouds.
The wind stirred the air with a mournful whine and shrill hiss.
Dragon Cypress and Ink Orchid nestled together atop the Stump Ant Nest, sprawled and listless.
Following the guidance of the Night Fragrance God-Given Seed, they had unearthed all ten relics of Glinting Gold's tribes; aside from the exuviae of the God-Given Seed, nothing else was found.
After half a year of searching, three new Lands of Origin Force had been discovered, but all were empty—not a single God-Given Seed, not a single Little Warrior.
A despairing outcome for Ling Chong.
The exploration of the eastern region of Cloud Trace Continent was nearing its end. Now in the far north, the chance of finding an Insect Clan Warrior further north grew even slimmer.
"Dragon Cypress——"
Ink Orchid stood up, raising a claw to point into the distance. "Land of Origin Force."
"Oh——"
