The next second, Su Mu caught several golden cicadas in his hand.
These golden cicadas, each the size of a thumb, had wings like gilded glass, shimmering with an immortal light and full of life. Every outline on their bodies was intertwined like golden threads, and upon closer inspection, one could see a faint Dao rhythm flowing around them.
"I wonder if these can be considered rare insects?"
Su Mu handed the golden cicadas in his hand to Fang Yuan and said.
The instant Fang Yuan saw the golden cicadas in Su Mu's hands, his eyes widened, and he held his breath.
With just one glance, Fang Yuan was immensely shaken.
In his lifetime, he had seen countless extraordinary Gu insects, and in his world view, the Spring and Autumn Cicada was already the pinnacle.
But the moment he saw these golden cicadas, they gave him an astonishing feeling, as if unveiling a mist to see the morning sun.
