As Liu Yu ventured deeper into the ancient forest, thick poisonous mist began to appear. To him, however, this miasma was rather useful.
He raised his hand slightly, and a pale purple flame sprang from his palm. This was the Netherworld Poison Flame. After obtaining a wisp of its essence from Xiao Yan, Liu Yu had cultivated two nascent Netherworld Poison Flames. One was intended for Xiao Yi Xian; after all, the Woeful Poison Body suited this poisonous flame quite well...
As for why he had not used source power to cultivate the Netherworld Poison Flame directly to maturity, it was because he had thought of the Death Demon Sea along the route from East Nether City to the Eastern Continent...
Perhaps, by absorbing the poisonous substances there, his Netherworld Poison Flame could grow rapidly without using source power...
With the appearance of the Netherworld Poison Flame, the miasma in the ancient forest seemed to be drawn toward it, constantly gathering before surging madly into the pale purple flame...
Half a day slipped quietly by. The seemingly endless poisonous mist was completely drained by the Netherworld Poison Flame, and without the shroud of miasma, the air in the ancient forest became much purer...
Sensing that the essence of the Netherworld Poison Flame had grown somewhat stronger, Liu Yu smiled in satisfaction. His figure then vanished as he continued deeper into the forest...
With the aura of the Netherworld Poison Flame around him, no foolish poisonous insects obstructed his path. Before long, Liu Yu strolled out of the ancient forest as leisurely as if walking through his own courtyard.
Beyond the ancient forest lay the Heavenly Ravine, hundreds of zhang across. Beyond that stretched endless mountain ranges, their peaks towering ten thousand ren high like enormous dragons coiled upon the earth.