"Myriad Poison Divine Light?" Yan Chihuo understood at once. The divine abilities of poison arts were also divided into grades, though not as finely as spell techniques. Myriad Poison Divine Light was the advanced form of Thousand Poison Divine Aura. He had never expected that dying and returning to life this time would bring so many benefits.
Yan Chihuo pressed his palm against the strand of black qi at Zihai's wound. A sharp hissing sounded, and the black qi dimmed considerably. Yet immediately afterward, it seemed to come alive, darting wildly about the wound on Zihai's body.
Afraid of hurting Zihai, Yan Chihuo had the Myriad Poison Divine Light pursue it relentlessly. Only after the time it took for an incense stick to burn did he completely refine that black qi. Zihai, however, appeared listless and dispirited, as though he had suffered a grievous blow.
Yan Chihuo had only intended to try using his poison arts to refine this black qi, but he had not expected Thousand Poison Divine Aura's advancement into Myriad Poison Divine Light to increase its power so greatly. Even so, he was secretly alarmed by this demonic-path split soul.
Zihai transformed into a small snake and, with a swish, slipped into Yan Chihuo's sleeve. After finishing all this, he and Su Yuwen flew to the shore together.
Su Yuwen had cultivated the Demon-Subduing Divine Art and knew the terror of this demonic-path split soul. She reckoned that even if she could eliminate that black qi herself, it would take more than a month. Seeing Yan Chihuo so easily dispel it with his poison arts, she became even more wary of him.
Yan Chihuo turned to Su Yuwen and said, "According to our previous agreement, Fairy Su should tell me the whereabouts of the Ten-Thousand-Year Purple Ganoderma