"I say, Fellow Daoist Qingcheng, is this the Ancient God Realm? Why does it feel so wrong?" I asked strangely. After all, it wasn't as if there were no aura here. Otherwise, no living beings—including plants and animals—would likely be able to survive.
Qingcheng Ruoxue had no intention of answering me. She merely spat out that I was ungrateful and repaying kindness with enmity, then went off to investigate the surrounding environment herself.
I turned gloomily to Li Poxiao and said, "Poxiao, what exactly is going on with this Ancient God Realm? If you hadn't said anything, I would've thought this was some slightly larger divine city, or that we'd returned to Earth or somewhere like that."
Li Poxiao glanced at me, then unexpectedly took a bold, deep breath. After savoring it for a moment, he said, "It isn't Earth."
"Then what is it?" Seeing how seriously Li Poxiao had savored the air just to answer that question, I felt rather embarrassed and also took a breath. But after only a moment, I couldn't help choking. This wasn't ordinary oxygen or anything like that—it was a strange gas resembling pure oxygen. Oxygen wasn't poisonous, but pure oxygen was, so the aura here clearly couldn't be absorbed. No wonder Xia Ruize had looked so strange at the time!
"This aura has eroded and polluted our meridians." After saying this flatly, Li Poxiao flicked two fingers, and a golden aura shot out like a sword. Then, as if he suddenly sensed something seriously wrong, he added, "The immortal energy in the eroded part has weakened considerably in power."
Those words struck like thunder on level ground, and every immortal present turned pale! In other words, all the aura here was poisonous gas!
"How much of you has been infected?" I hurriedly asked.