It seemed that only Jing Shu had the ability and means to find the answer through the withered tree roots; others couldn't possibly dig with their bare hands, could they? Even the Tai Ban Snake couldn't swallow these roots.
Jing Shu, who normally didn't sweat, now had beads of sweat the size of beans trickling down her forehead. The deeper they went, the slower the cannibal insects nibbled at the branches, which transformed from being fragile to incredibly tough and resilient. Jing Shu had to command all her cannibal insects to gnaw with all their might.
The bright red juice grew increasingly dense and dark, turning a blackish-red. It became so viscous it formed strands, almost solidifying into crystals.
Jing Shu wasted none of it, collecting all this viscous, stringy liquid into her Magic Cube Space. When it finally crystallized, it signified that her all-night effort had reached its culmination.
DING! The sound made Jing Shu's very soul tremble.
