The miasma of immortals and mortals showed its power

Seeing that the situation was not right, Li Fan quickly followed.

Zhao Shijie stood at a distance, her expression solemn as she examined the state of the Cultivator before her.

“Cough, cough…” This Great Dao Sect Disciple’s cultivation was stagnant at the Nascent Soul Stage, but at this moment, he was no different from a Mortal on the verge of dying from illness, his eyes hollow, his consciousness blurry, and his Qi as faint as a wisp of smoke.

He would occasionally break into a violent cough, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

His face even faintly revealed a trace of pale Death Qi, and he was so weak that he completely lacked the appearance of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Li Fan felt a sudden jolt of alarm.

Just a moment ago, this Cultivator didn’t seem so serious. In the short time it took him to find Zhao Shijie, the situation had worsened considerably.

“Could it be that he was struck by some evil curse?”

Li Fan also narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him.

“Cough… Daozi?” In a daze, this Cultivator saw the two people standing before him and instinctively struggled to get up, wanting to bow.

“It’s alright, don’t move around if you’re not feeling well, just rest properly,” Zhao Shijie stopped him, saying gently.

“Mm…” This Great Dao Sect Disciple had never in his life seen such a gentle and approachable side of Zhao Shijie.

In an instant, as if in a final burst of energy, some vitality returned to his face. His eyes were filled with infatuation as he stared at Zhao Shijie, as if his soul had been captivated.

“Where did you go after descending the mountain? What did you encounter, and who did you meet?” Zhao Shijie asked again.

Despite his dying body, he continuously coughed while holding his breath, meticulously recounting everything to Zhao Shijie.

Slowly, his breath grew weaker and weaker.

But seeing Zhao Shijie’s eager gaze, he still persisted, speaking intermittently.

Finally, after he spoke his last word, his breath suddenly vanished.

Only his eyes remained open, staring fixedly and unwillingly at Zhao Shijie.

“Let’s go!” Zhao Shijie grabbed Li Fan and quickly left the area.

At the same time, she handed him a purple-gold Medicinal Pill, instructing Li Fan to take it.

“Creation Purple-Gold Pill?” Li Fan was greatly astonished.

This kind of Medicinal Pill was a secret treasure of the Great Dao Sect, generally only strong individuals in the Chang Sheng Realm could refine it. No matter how severe the injury, as long as one didn’t die on the spot, taking it could instantly restore one to their original state. It was equivalent to a second life.

It was extremely rare, and the entire Great Dao Sect didn’t have much in stock.

Yet, Zhao Shijie consumed this treasure without hesitation…

Li Fan immediately understood the gravity of the situation and promptly swallowed the Creation Purple-Gold Pill.

“Don’t waste it, wrap it with spiritual power and slowly absorb its medicinal properties,” Zhao Shijie instructed while continuously casting spells, building layers of Restrictions around them.

“The cause of that Disciple’s death, it’s contagious? What kind of curse is so powerful? Is it targeting our Great Dao Sect?” Li Fan couldn’t help but feel a little horrified.

“Rather than a curse, it’s more like a disease. A fatal disease that even Cultivators cannot avoid or escape,” Zhao Shijie’s expression was more serious than ever before.

Even when the drastic changes in the world occurred, making it impossible to cultivate both laws, she had never been so worried.

“Its target is definitely not just our Great Dao Sect. It’s aiming to exterminate all Cultivators in the world… This matter must be reported as soon as possible!”

Li Fan was instantly lost in thought: “Could it be another backlash from heaven and earth?! Is the heavens truly trying to wipe us out?!”

“Cough… cough” As the two sped towards the Sect Hall, a strange, sickly pallor suddenly appeared on Zhao Shijie’s face.

Then, she too, uncontrollably, began to cough softly.

But soon, a purple-gold light emerged, and the pallor was slowly suppressed. The coughing stopped, and Zhao Shijie’s complexion returned to a healthy rosy hue.

“How could it flare up so quickly? Senior Sister, you are a Dao Integration cultivator?” A sense of incredible fear instantly surged in Li Fan’s heart.

If even a Dao Integration cultivator was affected like this, what about him, a mere Soul Transformation Cultivator?

He couldn’t wait for his own symptoms to appear and immediately drew a trace of the Creation Purple-Gold Pill’s medicinal power from his Dantian, circulating it throughout his body as protection.

Indeed, not long after he finished all this, he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.

It was as if he had been continuously battling Zhao Shijie for seven days and seven nights, his whole body was incredibly sore, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

His throat felt like it was being cut by a knife, but his body, like a drowning Mortal, desperately wanted to surface and breathe deeply.

Fortunately, the Creation Purple-Gold Pill lived up to its reputation.

As the purple-gold Medicinal Pill’s power circulated, the abnormalities in his body vanished in an instant.

“Hiss… This illness is actually so vicious!” As if he had walked through the gates of hell, Li Fan looked at Zhao Shijie with lingering fear: “It’s a good thing I had your Medicinal Pill, Senior Sister. Otherwise, I’m afraid I would have followed in the footsteps of that Junior Brother just now!”

“Don’t be careless, it’s only temporarily suppressed the symptoms. The culprit causing all this has not been eradicated. It’s still hidden within our bodies,” Zhao Shijie reminded him in due course.

As if to confirm her words, she soon began to cough softly again, unable to suppress it.

Even though the illness was quickly resolved by the Creation Purple-Gold Pill again, this made Li Fan’s heart sink to the bottom.

Even with Divine Pill and wondrous Medicinal Pills protecting them, they still couldn’t escape this unknown disease. How miserable would those ordinary Great Dao Sect Disciples and ordinary Loose Cultivators be?

It was simply unimaginable.

The two battled the illness along the way and soon arrived inside the Sect Hall.

Ji Changxi, the Sect Leader of the Great Dao Sect, who had received Zhao Shijie’s message in advance, had already gathered the Elders, all assembled together.

Although Zhao Shijie had described the terrifying extent of this illness as thoroughly as possible, Ji Changxi and the Elders of the Great Dao Sect had given it sufficient attention.

But…

They didn’t give it *that* much attention.

In their eyes, even though Zhao Shijie was also a Dao Integration cultivator, this newly advanced Dao Integration cultivator, who had successfully broken through with the help of the New Law, clearly couldn’t be compared to them, these old Seniors who had been Dao Integration cultivators for hundreds of years.

They possessed countless secrets and an endless array of methods. While this young Daozi might be harmed by this unknown “disease,” they might not be.

Furthermore, they believed they were already sufficiently prepared.

Numerous Restrictions were laid out around the open space in the hall, sealing it off layer by layer.

They had even activated the [Profound Abyss Dao Array], making it seem close at hand, but in reality, it was separated by several worlds.

It was incredibly secure, and they were confident.

“You two, do not suppress that strange illness. Afterwards, each of you release a drop of your own blood,” Ji Changxi instructed.

Li Fan and Zhao Shijie obeyed the command.

Amidst soft coughs, two drops of blood, seemingly emitting an ominous aura, appeared before everyone.

Everyone observed from a distance, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across Ji Changxi’s face.