The Imperial Advisor's Residence.
Sensing something strange in himself, Jiang Ning immediately closed his eyes.
In an instant.
Inside and out became clear and transparent; every movement and stillness fell under his observation.
He saw wisps of purple energy emerging at his heart.
That energy was obscure, cold, like maggots clinging to bone.
He saw his own body seem to react in stress, erupting violently at the heart, clashing with that dark energy like bone-clinging maggots, grinding each other away.
But that murky, hidden energy kept erupting in an endless stream, wave after wave, never sleeping.
Again and again, it wore down his Qi and Blood.
It was precisely because of this that he had just felt discomfort in his body.
Especially the first eruption of that power; it had injured his body even more.
"This is..." He looked at the scene at his heart, and Spiritual Light flashed through his mind in an instant.
"The power of a curse!" He had once seen related descriptions in ancient texts.
They were so similar to what was happening to him at this moment.
The image of the man atop the Dragon Throne instantly surfaced in his mind as well.
Emperor Changning, the supreme ruler of Great Xia.
Yet now, he was mired in a curse, growing older and more decrepit by the day.
Thinking of all this, he secretly sucked in a breath of cold air, and a bit more gravity could not help but rise in his heart.
That was a power even the lord of a nation could not resist.
And that power was bringing Emperor Changning to the very end of his life.
"Someone is making a move against me, intending to take my life with the Curse Killing Art!" The thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
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