บท 187: What is an Immortal God, Purple Gold Gourd

In Shuntian City, after the heavy rain, cries could be heard all over the city. Even though there was no blood, there were still figures lying on the ground.

Emperor Shuntian sat in front of the imperial study. He tried his best to circulate his true qi, but his face was still pale.

An extremely potent poison wreaked havoc in his body, numbing his bones and tendons. Even though he could not feel any pain, the gradual loss of consciousness made him panic, as if death was approaching.

Ordinary citizens who did not have any strength or were weak would soon fall into a coma and die without any pain. However, for strong people like him, it was torture.

"Damn it…"