The temple complex was crumbling into complete ruin, filled with an aura of decay and dense toxic mist. It was a terrifying place overall, and seemed almost like a hell unto itself. If even a bit of the toxic energy from the Toxic Continent somehow seeped down into the impure lands, countless immortal worlds would be destroyed.

Right now, Yang Qi was still searching for medicinal pills.

Although it was hard to make his hand out clearly if he held it out in front of him, he was still able to get a general sense of everything within thirty meters of himself. He was searching everything very carefully, leaving no proverbial rock unturned. Thankfully, not even Greater Gods would come to a place like this because of the toxic energy, which meant it wasn’t very well traveled.

Yang Qi was fully drawing on his True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body. After all, within the various tribulation characters was the character for poison. Because of that, he was able to assimilate...