In front of Yang Qi was the corpse of a scholar, completely lifelike, and so strong that it seemed untouched by the toxic mist around it.

Normally speaking, when gods died, their corpses would eventually weaken and rot away. But that wasn’t the case here, which just went to show how incredible the corpse was.

‘What kind of scholar was this?’ Reaching out, he touched the scholar and found that his skin felt almost metallic. No wonder the toxic mist couldn’t get into him. He actually felt less like a human and more like a statue made from some sort of metal.

RUMBLE!

More and more toxic energy was building up in the area, making it difficult for Yang Qi to even remain standing, yet the scholar’s corpse just sat there completely still and unmoving.

There was also a sense of profound history on the scholar.

He was definitely someone from ancient times, perhaps someone who had fought the seventy-two monarchs. In any case, this was the fifth floor, a place that no other...