Thirty miles outside the city, in an abandoned temple,
A beggar and lunatic lay on the ground, convulsing from time to time.
Upon closer inspection,
The man was so thin that only bones and skin remained, as if he hadn't eaten for months. His hair and skin were covered in dirt,
His clothes were torn into strips,
If you look carefully, you could tell that the clothes were initially made from high-quality fabrics.
At this moment, Yang Youzhi no longer looked like a Huajin martial artist,
If it weren't for his occasional convulsions, people would think him to be a starving beggar who had died here.
These past 20 days had been a miserable ordeal for Yang Youzhi,
For the first five days, his craving for the Immortal Water grew stronger, until the sixth day, when it reached its apex.
He felt that everything in the world was becoming meaningless, and his whole body was wracked by an unbearable itching pain.
