Miasma rose, and poisonous insects scattered.
Witch Mountain shook incessantly. A streak of multicolored Poison Light shot across the sky, and delight appeared on Venom-Folding's face as an exceedingly strange, deep-black clay jar materialized in his hand.
A hazy glow of poison lay within the jar, mingling with ever-changing incantations. He drew a deep breath, unable to suppress the joy in his heart.
An implement of Origin Poison-a Treasure Artifact once used by that High Shaman, no less, meant for rearing venomous creatures.
But his delight soon faded. Layers of baleful light surged from somewhere unknown and enveloped the outskirts of Witch Mountain. Two Purple Mansion cultivators appeared ahead, seemingly having waited for him for a long time.
One wore black robes bearing a black tiger, with a flame mark between his brows, and rode demonic qi. His cultivation was only at the early Purple Mansion stage, making his origins easy to identify. Who else could he be but someone from the Wu Household?
The other, however, was somewhat strange.
Venom-Folding looked at the man in the ash-gray robe. His features were sharp, his keen edge fully exposed. Though only at the Purple Mansion Middle Stage, the Divine Ability he wielded to seal this place put tremendous pressure on Venom-Folding.
The Shaman Talisman in his hand shimmered with flowing light, pulsing like a living thing, and sent a shudder through the very core of Venom-Folding's life.
"A talisman of [Calamity Transformation]."
The Great Shaman of Calamity Transformation was named Yuan E, the master of Heavenly Poison Mountain. He stood at the Purple Mansion Peak of the Calamity Blessing path and was also the one who had made Venom-Folding what he was.
Seeing this talisman manifest, Venom-Folding felt a profound sense of danger rise within him, but even stronger was his