At the same time, in a remote little village in the Chu Yun Empire.
A gaunt Snake-Person lay dying from poison, looking as though he would breathe his last at any moment.
He had held on for so long, greedily drawing in the air of this world, stubbornly refusing to die.
Even now, he could not understand it. He had been perfectly fine before, and he took this road every day. How had he suddenly been poisoned?
Fortunately, he carried plenty of antidote pills. Strangely, though, the pills that had worked before were now utterly useless.
Previously, no matter how potent the poison, one or two antidote pills would cure him immediately.
But now he had swallowed nearly half a bottle, practically eating the antidote pills like meals, yet they had not helped in the slightest.
He bitterly refused to accept it. He had finally managed to move out of the Tagor Desert, and he had barely enjoyed two days of a good life.
Heaven wanted him dead. He simply was not blessed with such a fortunate fate.
The Snake-Person seemed to have accepted his fate, his eyes filled with bitterness.
He relaxed his three limbs and quietly awaited the arrival of death.
Above him, where the Snake-Person could not see, a transparent soul floated in the air. The soul wore strange clothes. Had Chen Yang and Yun Yun been there, they might have recognized the style as strikingly similar to that of Earth Two.
Indeed, this was Transmigrator Number Two, who had come from Blue Star.
The difference was that this transmigrator had awakened his system right from the start and traveled rapidly between worlds.
He had transmigrated through countless worlds before finally reaching the Dou Qi Continent.
The last world he had visited was the Douluo Continent.
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