ongoingThis world has gods, immortals, and indescribable beings. The martial path is waning, almost at a dead end; the divine path shines brilliantly, the demonic path looms darkly, all perched high above. Fang Yi transmigrated here, opened his eyes to the world, and became a low‑level martial artist. Fortunately he gained a peculiar ability: whatever martial technique falls into his hands automatically mutates into a poison technique. The more techniques he trains, the stronger the toxicity within him becomes. Divine path? Demonic path? I wonder if they can withstand my poison path. Who says the martial way doesn’t work? My poisonous palm can corrode heaven and earth, invade the mysteries of sun and moon; wherever it passes becomes a dead zone, anyone it touches turns into a corpse. Let the heavens’ great powers taste it.