This expedition had brought Ding Ling no benefits, but it had given him enough warning.
It had also cut off any thought of continuing his adventure.
The vast Mountains and Seas World was impossible to describe in words. Strange, bizarre, and uncanny, his clone had caught only a fleeting glimpse of it, like an ant looking toward the horizon. Ding Ling would never forget that feeling.
It was the first time he had felt such a suffocating dread that even his soul trembled.
It was as if he could never defeat the Mountains and Seas World in his lifetime.
He had felt dread and panic before, but never to this extent.
He thought about it carefully.
Ding Ling suddenly understood.
His former opponents had all been so-called experts from history, martial arts worlds, low-level immortal cultivation worlds, or mid-level immortal cultivation worlds.
Although these experts were powerful, they were never absurdly or bizarrely strong. Their abilities generally had traces to follow and methods to defeat them.
But in the Cursed Journey to the West World, the Curse Source here was already sufficiently strange. If an eighth-tier Curse Source fell into a historical or martial arts world, that world would inevitably become a haunted domain. There was no second possibility.
That was the terrifying aspect of high-level curses.
And naturally, even more terrifying than a high-level curse was the source of the Curse Source—the Mountains and Seas World?!
It was difficult to say whether the Curse Source was merely a small but powerful part of the Mountains and Seas World.
If that was truly the case,
then one could imagine what would happen.
Once the Mountains and Seas World erupted, it would surely shake the heavens and earth!
With a world like that, Ding Ling did not find it strange that