Above Shangyang City, a thick yellow evil lake spread open, within it lay Ten Talents, stiff and paralyzed, drifting like "Floating Corpses."
Yuan Gong sighed sarcastically, yet he did not immediately take action to rescue Tao Qian.
Although he could.
But Yuan Gong knew that, despite the danger of being subjected to the "Yellow Robed Divine Skill," it was also a rare opportunity.
In the Cultivation World, countless Loose Cultivators from the wilderness, or disciples from minor families, prayed to heaven and earth, seeking one magic they could not obtain.
Now, these ten talents had been granted some scattered fragments, and if they learned enough, the benefits didn't need to be stated.
With some luck, they might even be able to piece together formidable Divine Skills.
Or, if they had good insight, they might create new Magic on their own.
Of course, there was also danger.
