"Truly fascinating." Michael muttered, examining the condition of the man. Even though he had been a simple researcher, he was well-versed in the benefits of cultivation, having reached the Adept realm. Not that impressive feat, but enough to be affected by the plague.
Since the researcher had proven to be quite weak-minded, constantly screaming nonstop, Michael had proceeded to gag him, sparing their ears from his high-pitched screeches.
He had to give them credit… The plague was truly vile in its creation. Once introduced into the bloodstream, it spread throughout a cultivator's body at alarming speeds.
At first glance, it appeared to have a similar structure to spiritual energy, though far more chaotic. The foreign energy would mix with the very essence of the cultivator, taking root in their being.
Going deeper, it seeped into their bones, organs, and blood vessels, allowing it to evade detection even from the most skilled examiners.
