Steadying himself, Wei He took a pale yellow cube from the poison pouch at his waist.
With a squeeze of his fingers, he crushed the small cube into fine powder and slowly scattered it. It fell onto his clothes, quickly melding into the surface and vanishing without a trace.
This was something that could neutralize several miasmic poisons to which neither his White Jade Skill nor Righteous Law Art granted immunity. It could counteract the poisonous miasma around him and was a precaution he had prepared in advance.
After doing this, Wei He took a long, slender rod from his back.
The rod was made of black metal, with an exquisite metal claw at its tip. So long as Wei He gripped its handle and exerted a little force—
The claw at the end would tightly seize whatever it touched.
Its ingenious design was meant to avoid directly touching certain exceptionally troublesome things.
Wei He tested the claw rod, then slowly moved forward, step by step entering the fog as he headed into the canyon.
Hiss.
Exhale.
Suddenly, just as he stepped into the canyon, Wei He halted. He seemed to hear some peculiar sound by his ear.
An inexplicable sense of panic slowly rose from the depths of his heart.
Wei He immediately became vigilant. At his current level, his body's instincts would warn and alert him to many things.
With his true strength now, he was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with experts at the peak of Organ Refining.
Yet at such a level, he was still experiencing the instinctive warning he had felt when he had been weak before.
That meant whatever lay within this canyon would likely exceed his expectations.
To avoid any mishaps, Wei He immediately held his breath. From this point onward, he