Originally, the old man was covered in wounds. His aura was weak, and his face was as white as a sheet. It was clear that he had grievously injured.0

However, the mysterious energy permeating the air was healing his injuries at a visible rate. His aura quickly stabilized, and his pallid complexion soon regained a healthy color. In just a dozen breaths or so, the old man had made a major recovery.0

The next moment, a terrifying aura washed out of the old man’s body. At the same time, a dark green fog spread across the surroundings. The plants withered, and the earth and rocks disintegrated at a visible rate. In just the blink of an eye, everything within several hundred meters of the old man had turned into a corroded swamp. More fog was rising from the swamp, and the miasma was everywhere.0

As it turned out, the old man was a Great Trueman. His true name was Wan Dusheng, though most people would not recognize...0