Zhao Yan said, "Alright then. Be careful. Don't let the Demonic Qi corrupt your mind and turn you into a puddle of pus!"
He pointed to a spot nearby, a place completely corroded by the Demonic Qi. All that remained was a puddle of black, viscous fluid and a few tattered shreds of clothing.
Qin Xuan nodded. He fixed his gaze due east.
He activated the Mystic Turtle Sword Talisman again, and the cyan light seemed to grow a little more solid.
His figure transformed into a faint cyan streak, carefully leaping and weaving between the floating continental fragments.
He plunged into the dense Demonic Qi.
'Is there really a Golden Core Blessed Land in this godforsaken place?' Qin Xuan's brow furrowed. He couldn't shake a strange, unsettling feeling.
Furthermore, he hadn't seen a single one of the Demon Beasts that Cyan Yang Daoist Monarch mentioned, the ones supposedly corrupted by Demonic Qi.
On the contrary, the landscape along his path grew increasingly desolate and deathly still.
