"Little Ban."
"Put yourself in their shoes for a moment."
"Using your instincts as a Calamity-level aberration, how do you think the remaining power of the other Ancient Evils would persist?"
Aboard the Great Ark, Shi Ming communicated with the Colorful Insect in his Sea of Spirit.
Although the aberration had submitted to him out of desperation, Shi Ming couldn't trust it completely due to a lack of a definitive binding method.
Submission was one thing, but this was another matter entirely.
He certainly wasn't going to release it early, not before it had made some kind of dazzling contribution. At most, he would stop suppressing it on a daily basis, give it a drop of purified Origin Blood to let it recover some of its strength, and have it serve peacefully as an "aberration radar" within the Hundred-Floor Celestial Tower.
That in itself was a blessing.
After absorbing the Origin Blood, the Colorful Insect's vitality had clearly recovered significantly.
