Like the green-robed elder, the female cultivator surnamed Yuan knew she had been drawn into a spatial treasure.
At first, she too examined her surroundings and tried to break through the restrictions here.
But nearly an hour passed without anything unexpected happening. Neither the attacks she had anticipated nor a single figure appeared.
Moreover, she could not leave this small stretch of grass beside the river. Even flying upward only took her a few dozen zhang into the air. Beneath the seemingly soft grass, the ground was like a solid slab of ten-thousand-year-old refined iron, making earth escape impossible.
Yet as she repeatedly tried to break the surrounding restrictions, the continual expenditure of magical power began to stir the poison inside her.
She had no choice but to observe her surroundings for a while longer. Once she confirmed that she was reasonably safe for the moment, she laid down a formation around herself, then began circulating her cultivation technique to heal on the grass beside the river.
Li Yan's disjointed poison body was undeniably formidable, but its potency also increased with his cultivation. It could poison someone roughly one major realm above him to death.
A cultivator at the early stage of Spirit Transformation should have been unable to resist it. With her late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivation, however, the woman surnamed Yuan had suppressed the deadly poison, even confining it to a small area within her body.
As his strength grew, Li Yan understood his disjointed poison body more and more clearly. In the lower realm, it had allowed him to roam almost unchallenged.
But in the upper realm, both high-grade pills and all manner of methods he had never encountered might be capable of countering it.
What he could truly rely on was his habitual caution. That was his