Instars

I am a soul-devouring insect. Other insects eat spiritual power, but this insect eats age. You read that right, it is the age of the age, and the skills are ridiculously long. Sometimes I huddled up in a small ball, lying in the cracks of the street and starving. Other little bugs of the same race are all black, open their mouths to swallow spiritual energy, close their eyes to build spiritual foundations, and easily improve their cultivation and reach realms. I am the only one with a snow-white body, strange bones, and my skills are off the mark. However, I am not the chosen one. . . . . . Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!