Jiang Ping An instinctively wanted to retreat and put some distance between himself and the eerie mask.
Yet the moment the thought arose, the enormous Black Mask that filled his entire field of vision vanished abruptly like a phantom.
Immediately afterward, an icy sensation spread across his face.
The Black Mask had actually appeared on his face!
An ancient, obscure whisper that he could not understand in the slightest rang out in the depths of his mind, like countless faint insect chirps, yet also like mutterings from distant space and time.
He could not understand the meaning of those syllables at all.
Yet the sounds themselves seemed to contain some eerie and powerful force, attempting to burrow into his soul, twist his will, alter his perceptions, and ultimately seize complete control of his consciousness!
Jiang Ping An's expression darkened.
Sensing the strange invasive feeling emanating from his soul, he immediately raised a hand and gripped the edge of the mask, trying to tear it off his face.
But no matter how hard he exerted himself, the mask did not budge in the slightest. It was cold and hard, as if it had already grown together with the flesh and bones of his face, becoming a part of his body.
"Within half an hour, break the core Curse Seal upon the mask. If you fail to break it, your soul will be eroded, and the challenge will be judged a failure."
A calm, emotionless male voice rang out from the void. The voice seemed to have been preset long ago and triggered at this moment.
This voice should have been the clue left behind by the owner who had painted this Spirit Painting.
The reason for setting a time limit of half an hour was clearly that once that time passed,