The Dao Stele's disturbance lasted for over an hour before returning to normal—half of its usual baseline.
Qu Jianlei finally let out a long breath. Without another word, he raised a hand, released a Battalion-Class Ship, and entered it.
He then drew the Dao Stele into the cabin, clasped his hands, and spoke with utmost respect. "Thank you for your assistance, Senior!"
This curse-killing operation had truly depended on the Dao Stele's help. Otherwise, it simply could not have continued!
Not only had the Dao Stele protected him well, it had also helped complete the curse-killing task.
On the tenth day, the Dao Stele had suddenly erupted, destroying not only the Battalion-Class Ship but also the Curse Art formation!
At the time, it had looked like all their efforts would come to nothing—without even a formation, who could he curse?
Shenzhou had a legend that Zhuge Wu Hou's life-extending formation had been broken by Wei Yan... It might have been just a myth, but the logic was the same.
Why did spellcasting place such emphasis on the environment? It absolutely could not be disturbed by outsiders! When Qu Jianlei discovered that the Curse Art formation had been destroyed, the feeling in his heart had truly been beyond words! Yet, remarkably, the Dao Stele directly took over everything, as though it knew what he wanted to do.
It did not even need the Curse Art formation anymore. It directly targeted that Out-of-Body Heavenly Cat and continued the curse-killing.
Given Qu Jianlei's cultivation, he ordinarily should not have been able to sense such a thing. Yet under the pull of their auras, he had genuinely felt it.
Over the next three days, he resisted the erosion of various energies while reflecting on the matter.
In the end, he reached one conclusion: it