Chiwei Prefecture.
The Bone Tao's holy master stood amidst a forest, eyes wide open, mouth slightly ajar.
Throughout the entire Yang Country, the pestilential qi left behind after all hosts had perished was entangling with the dead qi and converging toward this place.
Latterly, even the pestilential qi from the living was included. Although it was extracted, it inevitably took away a part of their life force.
The pestilential qi gathered from all directions, and by the time it reached this forest, it had gained solid-like substance, taking on a tangible color and shape—it was a ghastly pale smoke.
Ghastly white smoke surged in torrents, like swallows returning to the forest, all swirling towards the Bone Tao's holy master, burrowing into his body through his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears.
Such a scene was eerily bizarre.
His face bore no expression, making it hard to tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.
