Let the Blood Evil stop maintaining organ function.
Is this worm useless for him?
There's still poison—even if it can't be fully immune, a corpse without metabolic cycles still has high resistance to toxins.
"Huh."
The more Liang Qu pondered, the more he realized he seemed to have some unique advantage.
Blood? Not flowing.
Tissue fluid? Not flowing.
Poison injected stays concentrated where it's placed, expanding slowly.
"Let's check it out."
The journey to the Southern Frontier is long; Liang Qu goes alone, the Creation Treasure Ship is fast, no other ship has such speed.
Once arriving, it'll be at least the end of November—a long wait—can't just idle around.
Time is gold.
It's time to visit the Dragon King Cave.
Midnight.
Liang Qu sheds his physical form, with his soul soaring outside his body.
