Soon, he reached the depths of the fissure.
Beside a protruding rock, a fist-sized egg floated silently. A faint breath seemed to come from within, as though it were alive.
"Found it!" Joy appeared on Lin Taichu's face. With a leap, he jumped into the rock and struck the eggshell with his palm.
Boom...
The eggshell shattered into pieces, revealing a mass of pitch-black liquid. An incomparably dense chill burst from it, forming a frosty domain that instantly enveloped Lin Taichu.
Lin Taichu's entire body stiffened, frozen into a statue.
Crack, crack, crack...
The flesh and blood around him rapidly shriveled and weathered away. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pile of Ku Gu, with only a white robe drifting on the water's surface.
"Damn it, my body... How did it become so decrepit?" Lin Taichu felt the vital essence within him vanishing at an unimaginable speed. In just a few breaths, he had lost half of it!
"Damn it! How could I, a mighty mystic immortal, fall at the hands of a mere larva?" Gritting his teeth, he exhausted all his strength to activate the power of his Phoenix Bloodline.
Flames ignited, resisting the Spirit Devouring Worm's poison. His body regained its elasticity, his blood vessels reformed, and his injuries gradually healed.
"Although the price was great, I managed to keep my life." Lin Taichu let out a sigh of relief.
But before he could fully relax, a shrill scream suddenly rang out in the distance.
"Hm?" Lin Taichu raised his head toward the source of the sound and saw a Netherworld Pavilion elder covered in emerald-green spiders, bitten to death by them.
"Meng Qi?" His brows rose as he hurriedly drew his sword and rushed out of the underground fissure.
At the other end.