The Great World on the Spirit Emperor's Corpse (3)

In an instant, a multitude of black spots emerged on Xu Qing's body, as the aura of death surrounded him.

"Ancient Spirit Emperor's great world," Xu Qing murmured as he looked around. The power of the Poison Restriction in his body spread out instantly.

Immediately, a sizzling sound emanated from his body. Numerous small entities with sinister ghost heads and slender bodies like maggots were expelled from the black spots on his body and fell to the ground. As they writhed, they transformed into black fog and dissipated.

After they dissipated, the spots no longer formed and his body gradually recovered.

"How should I look for her?" Xu Qing sensed the malice of this great world. A hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes as he looked at his right wrist.

"The Ancient Spirit Race is related to luck…"