This was indeed what made the poison Zong Shuying had administered so troublesome.
He himself possessed a certain special poison body. Such poison bodies were actually manifestations of a trace of Dao Fruit Power left within the bloodlines of later generations by some supremely powerful divine being who had plucked a Dao Fruit. Though it was not true power of laws, it carried a faint shadow of such power.
Unless one possessed a genuine divine pill or miraculous medicine of heaven and earth capable of treating Dao wounds, perfecting or dismantling the Dao, detoxification was all but impossible.
At this moment, Meng Zhao was fighting poison with poison. Since this poison was the manifestation of a power one level beneath Dao Fruit Power, he would naturally use the same method against it.
This Primordial Spirit Power was the anchor Meng Zhao used to lock onto that secondary Dao Fruit Power. Once the poison was anchored, he could use the Worldly Power he controlled to destroy it, eradicating the poison at its root.
Beitang He continued watching. The countless crimson jade beads formed from his blood constantly interwove, merged, and separated. They should have allowed the virulent poison within him to seep silently into his flesh.
Yet, under the invasion of that power within him, heat began to rise continuously from the crisscrossing paths of blood vessels. His spirit had now transcended, and from another perspective, he saw his blood vessels transform into true dragons. Crimson flames, as though fueled by blood, ceaselessly burned away all sinister, filthy, poisonous gas. The process was extraordinarily precise, not harming even the slightest bit of his bloodline—practically a precision-guided strike.
More than that, beneath Meng Zhao's blazing, virile, overwhelmingly tyrannical scorching force, this illusory, formless poison was turned from poison into medicine, from waste