The Flower Of Catastrophe
Yang Lujia was inwardly surprised by the flower's name. Such a name he could not fathom how difficult it was for his father to burn such a poisonous flower. Knowing that it had such effects that Saint Emperors could not even withstand, Yang Lujia was feeling apprehensive.
Despite that, with his current strength, it shouldn't be a problem. However, in this realm, his cultivation realm was suppressed by half. He didn't know to what extent his cultivation had reached and asking the system, Fortuniel, would also be worthless. Unless the conditions set by Fortuniel was fulfilled, he wouldn't be able to know his current cultivation realm.
"Then, Senior Purple, does that mean that this second test involves me burning the poison?" Yang Lujia asked. "If so, where's the flower now, senior?"