Divine Herb Forest...
Most of the herbs were cleaned out from the body of sleeping Naga ancestor without him knowing.
Kent, bathed in sweat and scorched dust, finally reached the edge of the ancient coils, a place that now looked more like a serpentine neck than any natural formation.
There, nestled between hardened ridges and veins of magma rock, lay something that made even Kent's fearless heart pause for a beat.
Golden Poison Flowers.
Rare.
Cursed.
Deadly.
Their shimmering petals glowed faintly, a venomous gold sheen reflecting the firelight around them. Most alchemists would never lay eyes on one in their lifetime. Even top-tier poison cultivators considered them a myth—because they only grew where life and death intersected.
And right now, they bloomed in a tight cluster, like a crown of death on the sleeping giant's neck.
Kent's fingers twitched.
