The man on the ninety-ninth floor of the Medicine God Tower had waist-length grizzled hair and a bare upper body. Both hands gripped the chair as his head hung over his chest.
Judging from his expression, he had died in terrible agony. His features were nearly twisted into a knot.
Even more horrifying, his body looked as though it had been drained dry, leaving only skin and bones.
The skin clinging tightly to his bones was all a withered, murky green, covered in purplish-red veins, as though he had been ensnared beneath an enormous purplish-red spiderweb.
His entire body seemed submerged in green slime, dim green light flickering around him. Like an evil ghost crawling out of an endless purgatory, he looked utterly ferocious.
Strange!
Terrifying!
The sight made everyone's hearts tighten. Some of the more timid ones no longer dared to look at the man's body, much less meet his face head-on.
Those cultivators who carefully examined the corpse, however, could not help crying out:
"Isn't... isn't he Jiang Boqing, the Medicine God of the previous generation?"
The speaker had attended the previous Medicine God Mountain Dao Discussion Conference and witnessed Jiang Boqing sweeping aside all challengers, taking first place on the eighty-first floor, and subsequently being revered by cultivators of the age as the Medicine God.
Thus, even though Jiang Boqing was now scarcely recognizable as human, they could still identify him from his facial features as the supreme master who had once swept through an entire generation in both pill refinement and medicine.
But...
"Wasn't Jiang Boqing said to have undergone tribulation and ascended? Why is his corpse hidden on the ninety-ninth floor?"
This question left everyone present baffled.
Hearing the crowd's discussion, Shi Meng and Sun Enmiao could not help exchanging a glance, both revealing deep