The World Is the Guest House of All Living Beings

Western Starfield, Dao Immortal Sect.

Amidst the vast expanse of fertile fields, the struggle between the two plants also came to an end.

One stood tall, blossoming with vibrant life, its leaves swaying gently as they reflected starlight.

Beside it, the other herb lay withered and fallen, its leaves dried up and its flowers wilted, seemingly merging with the muddy earth.

However… the Poison Lord was still staring.

He wasn't looking at the seemingly victorious herb, but at the one gradually merging with the mud.

"Reborn through death?"

The Poison Lord murmured, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

…

At the same time, in the sky of the Western Starfield, Li Mengtu's face was pale as he sped through the air, his internal injuries surging uncontrollably. Occasionally, he would cough up blood, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, his condition had reached a critical point.