Dai Ji stood helplessly by, unable to do anything.
There was no solution at all.
After a dozen minutes, several Upper Gods arrived, all experts in raising Cups.
Having assessed the situation, the Upper Gods concluded, "There's an eighty to ninety percent chance it's the Ice Cicada Cup."
Upon hearing this, cold sweat dripped down Jun Xian'an's entire body.
"Ice… Ice Cicada Cup?" Jun Xian'an shouted, pulling at his neck, "Wasn't the Ice Cicada Cup extinct long ago? Where did this come from?!"
Everyone was equally puzzled, "Everyone knows the Ice Cicada Cup indeed went extinct because it's too toxic. Our mana is entirely ineffective against it. Once it infiltrates the blood, regardless of how powerful one's mana is, there's nothing that can be done. It will erode your cultivation, causing it to continuously decrease, and release toxins. Apart from its master, nothing can deal with it."
Jun Xian'an didn't know who wanted him dead and was seething with hatred.
