In the space-time treasure, a blade flashed with a swoosh. The barely remaining broken vines and petals of the pill spirit didn’t have enough time to defend. She was already dead-stiff in the air.

BANG!!! In the next second, a brittle noise rang out, and her entire body exploded!

Swish swish swish… One by one, numerous red lights from the explosion bubbled towards Xu Yangyi. In less than ten minutes, like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers entering the ocean, not a shred was left of the pill spirit.

At the same time, the Eternal Alchemy Canon’s voice began to drone in Xu Yangyi’s mind.

The Hundred Eras of Spring, a pill spirit.

A low-ranked pill spirit. Each strike of the one who can absorb it carries a kind of negative effect. Against those of a higher realm than oneself, the effect is reduced by half. The higher the realm, the smaller the odds.

Negative effect?

Xu Yangyi didn’t feel ill whatsoever. It was exactly the same as the butterfly pill spirit he’d once absorbed. 

He mumbled to himself as he raised his hand. Streaks of purple fire were dimly emanating. At the same time Ten Cardinals Purgatory activated, he clearly sensed a blazing poison creep along his fingertips.

“Fire-poison.” He waved thoughtfully, and then the black qi of the Heavenly...