Chen Qing cautiously made his way through the depths of the Ten Thousand Poisons Swamp, following the map Li Baichuan had given him.
The map was clearly marked, steering him around several lairs of powerful venomous creatures and natural death traps, sparing him quite a bit of trouble.
The occasional venomous snake or insect that sprang out along the way was reduced to pulp by a light tremor from the dense True Essence circulating around him before it could even draw close. They could not hinder him in the slightest.
His goal was clear—the Nine-Bend Grass.
This herb grew in places of utmost yin and poison, yet possessed a strange form. Its stalk twisted through nine bends like a coiled dragon, while its leaves were a deep, shadowy blue.
In a place like the Ten Thousand Poisons Swamp, where poisonous creatures covered the land and the environment was vile, searching for one particular spirit herb was like fishing for a needle in the sea. If Old Deng's map had not marked several areas where it might grow, Chen Qing would never have lightly set foot in such a dangerous place.
Following the map's directions, he arrived at a canyon known as the Ten Thousand Snake Cave.
Before he even approached, a thick, fishy stench rushed at his face, and the air was filled with a nauseating odor.
The canyon walls on both sides were steep and riddled with caves of all sizes. Within them, multicolored snake shadows could faintly be seen writhing.
The canyon floor was even more densely packed, teeming with countless venomous snakes. Their hissing merged into a scalp-numbing din, their brilliantly colored bodies twisting together like a flowing swamp of poison.
At that moment, fierce sounds of battle and the thunderous roar of a true essence collision