Three Seasons One Life, Nine Heavens Divine Locust

Honestly, Qin Yang still felt somewhat regretful.

Of the people currently known, the only one who had dispelled the Heart-Wither Curse had used a method that belonged to the "useless even if you know it" category.

If he truly possessed that kind of power, he could have crushed the revived E'huang to death with one finger earlier. How could he have fallen prey to the Heart-Wither Curse?

Overall, it was still somewhat beneficial. It broadened his thinking and let him consider more possible directions.

He could not dispel the Heart-Wither Curse, but he could take another path and directly eliminate the conditions necessary for the curse to take shape, denying it at its roots.

Qin Yang had truly never considered that before. In the end, his strength was still insufficient. Every method he could think of was based on what he might be capable of accomplishing.

After all, even if he merely killed his own winter and did not alter the great momentum of heaven and earth as a whole, he would at least need to stand in a position where he had the ability and qualifications to shake and change part of heaven's momentum.

"How terrifying."

Qin Yang shook his head and prepared to leave.

But when he reached the place where he had entered and was about to step inside, his footsteps halted.

It was not because he wanted to listen. His instincts had forced him to stop.

Qin Yang's expression turned rather strange. He looked completely stunned.

When he had entered, he had been afflicted by the Heart-Wither Curse, so naturally it had not mattered. No matter how fierce Qin Kun's rage was, it had been like playing music to a cow.

But things were different when leaving. He had now completely recovered, and perhaps because he