In the Dao Immortal Sect in the west, there was a vast, fertile land where two medicinal plants had been locked in a struggle. That struggle had just ended.

One plant stood tall and in a full state of bloom, its leaves rustling, and the entire plant glittering like starlight. In contrast, the other plant had withered up. Its leaves had dried up, its flowers wilted, and it looked like it was about to fall to the ground.

And yet… Poison Monarch was still observing the situation closely. He was not looking at the plant that was on the verge of victory, but rather, the plant that was about to collapse onto the ground.

“Facing death without fear, huh?” he murmured, and his eyes started shining.

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