The Origins of the Primal Chaos Martial Saint
Drawn by the scent, the snakes, insects, rats, and ants of the mountain came crawling over.
Before long.
The Primal Chaos Martial Saint's body was covered in all manner of venomous creatures.
Yet, astonishingly, no matter how those sharp-fanged, vicious-mouthed insects, snakes, and ants bit and gnawed at him, they could not harm him in the slightest.
And so.
Who knew how much time passed.
In the silent mountain forest.
A rustle of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.
Three figures, like startled birds, darted swiftly through the woods.
These three.
Were none other than Jin Muzhen and the other two, who had fled Stone City before the Third Priest massacred it.
Suddenly, Jin Muzhen, who was running in front, came to an abrupt halt.
"There's movement ahead."
At his words, Fool and A Mu's hearts tightened.
They immediately gripped the blades in their hands.
Lowering themselves, they carefully pushed aside the bushes ahead.
The sight before them left all three frozen.
Not far away.
A completely naked man lay on the ground.
His body was crawling with all sorts of venomous creatures that made their scalps prickle.
At that moment, creatures capable of poisoning Qi and Blood Realm Cultivators to death were frantically gnawing at his body.
"This guy's lying here naked? What kind of bizarre habit is that?"
Fool widened his eyes and couldn't help muttering under his breath.
"Maybe he's cultivating some kind of venomous art?"
A Mu said with a frown.
In the Southern Wasteland, there were many who practiced heretical and unorthodox paths.
The two of them looked at Jin Muzhen.
A Mu asked in a low voice, "Commander, what do we do? Go around him or what?"
Jin Muzhen did not answer.
He stared fixedly at the