In Cloudwater River City, everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, not daring to move recklessly.
Melodious bell chimes rang through the city, constantly dispersing invisible, intangible curses.
This situation had already lasted for more than thirty hours.
During that time, everyone had encountered all manner of strange and bizarre "curses."
Some were dangerous: stumbling while walking and smashing one's head directly into a sharp object; slipping and causing an item in one's hand to stab someone else; suddenly becoming muddleheaded and unable to recognize danger, then walking into a ditch; one's body suddenly becoming fragile, with injuries bleeding without stop; and so on.
Some were not dangerous: feeling a chill down one's spine, easily banging one's head while walking, falling whenever the road was slightly uneven, or dozens or hundreds of people hiccupping continuously, and so on.
There were even some with little effect or that seemed downright ridiculous, such as landing flat on one's back every time one fell, or suddenly finding a sow rather pretty.
Yet no one could laugh at these "ridiculous" events.
Those below the Golden Core Stage—in other words, with a Cultivation Level below 10.0—would be affected by every single curse. If they continued flailing about after being affected, there was over a fifty percent chance of serious consequences. If they honestly sat still after being affected, the problem was not too severe.
For those above the Golden Core Stage, the chance of being affected was about fifty percent. If they were affected, they should try not to move around recklessly. They might endure it once or twice if they did, but what about three or four times?
Over these thirty-plus hours, thirteen curses had appeared in total. The thirteenth curse was currently raging.
Inside the Lord's Mansion, Lord Fengyun Qinglin numbly struck the bell.