The sound of the drum thumped out, filled with poison as it spread out in all directions. It was a taboo curse magic that could invade all living things. Irregularly shaped rings of rot started spreading through the air, and it was the same with the land. As the wind screamed in all directions, a black fog formed.3

The fourth son of the Imperial Sovereign stood within the miasma, looking coldly at Xu Qing, the drum in his hands swishing back and forth. The poison fog surged as if with huge waves as numerous vicious beast projections formed within it, howling loudly.3

The beast projections were varied; some had bottle-shaped bodies covered with countless eyes; some looked like gruish conglomerations of swirling hair; some looked like draconic turtles covered with spikes; some were humanoid but had pāramitā lilies growing on their foreheads. [1]4

There were many, many varieties. All were extremely poisonous, and were not commonly seen in the era of the Imperial Sovereign’s fourth son, much less in Xu Qing’s time. Virtually all of them were actually from extinct animal species. The moment they took form, the fog surged outward, and the poison grew stronger, becoming so hypertoxic...5