Fang Shu sat cross-legged atop the giant toad's corpse, working a spell to merge the blood within it into the river water.
Though the river had changed color because the Ghost Path immortals had tampered with it, the root cause was still the poisonous Killing Intent within the giant toad's body.
After so long, the Killing Intent in the water had become thoroughly entangled. If it was not cleansed, neither humans nor livestock would be able to drink from this river for years to come.
And if it were cleansed, Fang Shu knew that without using the giant toad's flesh and blood, the cost would be considerable—at least a thousand spirit stones, along with a three-day-and-three-night ritual, just to purify this stretch of river in a short time.
At such a price, no immortal family would likely be willing to do it. They would merely watch the current rush on and let the Baleful poison slowly dissipate on its own.
As he worked his spell, Fang Shu gradually came to understand.
The giant toad beneath him must have known this long ago. Even if Fang Shu had possessed a means to let it survive the resentful Killing Intent back then, it would likely have chosen not to cling to life.
This demon had long prepared to use its flesh and blood to dissolve the river's Baleful poison.
Silently, some two or three hours later, the giant toad in the river was reduced to nothing but a skeleton. Its flesh, organs, and all the rest had melted into this stretch of river, becoming an antidote.
The river water had not only shed its bloody hue, but become exceptionally clear. Some bold souls drank from it and found it surprisingly sweet, far better than before.
"The River God—the River God has shown