On a desolate, isolated island in the Boundless Sea.
Han Shuo sat cross-legged like a rock atop a barren mountain. Beside him, ravines crisscrossed the ground, along with numerous bottomless pits. Several enormous stone pillars hung in midair, revolving constantly.
His eyes were closed in stillness, and he made not the slightest sound, yet rumbling continually came from beside him.
After a long while, Han Shuo suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was fathomless, as though it encompassed the entire night sky.
The instant he opened his eyes, the thunderous explosions around him abruptly ceased, and the enormous stone pillars suspended in midair eerily stopped revolving.
A large net flew down out of thin air from above the stone pillars and drifted gracefully into Han Shuo's palm.
The Flood Dragon Poison Cloud Net had been refined using mainly the tendons of the Giant Dragons he had killed in Dragon Valley back then, combined with the most poisonous miasma gathered from the Southern Border, supple silk from the depths of the Boundless Sea, and nine rare materials.
Once the Flood Dragon Poison Cloud Net was spread open, poisonous miasma would seep from the dragon tendons and form a poison cloud. Like the miasma within the Five Directions Poison Cloud Miasma, the miasma in that cloud had intense Corrosive Power. Only with the Cauldron Spirit's guidance had Han Shuo managed to gather it with considerable difficulty.
Once someone was trapped in the Flood Dragon Poison Cloud Net, the poisonous miasma would begin taking effect. The large net Han Shuo had personally refined with dragon tendons as its foundation was exceptionally resilient. Without a divine weapon or strength far beyond Han Shuo's, escaping the net would be extremely difficult, leaving its captive continually corroded by the poison cloud.
Half a year had passed