While Qi Chuan was refining the Ghost Luo Banner and Eight Yin Rings, in the western realm of the Wind Moon Sect, at the Great Rift Demon Valley.
In the depths of the Demon Valley, within a spacious passageway.
Flap-flap!
A peculiar, tiny flapping sound suddenly echoed, reverberating through the passageway.
A palm-sized black fly flew in, hovering at a certain point in the middle of the passage, then darted a short distance away and landed. Its rugged, rhino-like head was entirely pitch-black and smooth, with a glimmer of faint radiance, reflecting a metallic sheen, seemingly incredibly hard.
Slurp!
Its mouth opened and a half-meter-long, purple-black flexible proboscis extended out, curling in the void, faintly inhaling, as if sniffing for some extremely faint scent.
After a moment, its proboscis suddenly straightened, emitting a loud noise like a cicada's cry, an excruciatingly sharp sound that echoed unceasingly through the empty passage.
Thud, thud, thud!
