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296: Good luck, fellow Taoist, please stop

Northern Nether Valley.

Thick poisonous mist permeated the area, causing the vegetation to wither one after another; the world was deathly silent, devoid of any vitality.

Deep within the valley.

An old man in a gray robe, his body covered in poisonous pustules, sat on the ground. He held a pipe, puffing away, exhaling clouds of smoke, causing the surrounding poisonous mist to intensify continuously.

Before him stood a gray Spiritual Plant. The Spiritual Plant exuded a cold Qi. It had nine leaves in total, and many blood-red runes were etched onto them. These runes were devouring the poisonous mist, while blood permeated the surroundings, flowing endlessly into the leaves.

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