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Within the Dao Sect, only the Upper Nine Sects were qualified to stand on equal footing with the Immortal Clan. All other Dao Sects stood half a rank lower.

There was even less need to mention the Myriad Stars Gate. To forge Immortal Artifacts, its strength ranked near the bottom among the Dao Sects. The only experts it could present were the three of them, and even their "Dao" was incomplete. The Immortal Clan had never associated with them.

Demon Race.

Stone Spirit Ancestor, who had been meditating with his eyes closed inside a mountain cave, suddenly changed expression. A vortex abruptly appeared within the cavern ahead, and a gray presence rushed out, merging into his brow in an extremely bizarre manner.

Pfft!!

Stone Spirit Ancestor felt his divine soul tremble, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat, spraying out on the spot.

"A curse?! Someone wants to kill me!!"

During the Dao Seizing War, Stone Spirit Ancestor had fallen short at the final step and been forced to become Venerable Black Bird's subordinate. His years of planning had merely made another's wedding gown, and he had even been left covered in injuries. During this period, he had kept a low profile, rarely emerging, all to erase the consequences of his actions.

Yet even after laying so low, those people still refused to let him go!

A curse of this level was absolutely not something a low-level Curse Cultivator could cast. The aura mixed within it could only be wielded by someone who controlled a "Dao."

Who!!

A fierce gleam flashed in Stone Spirit Ancestor's eyes. He raised his head toward the passage left behind by the curse and reached into it. Every move left traces behind—an iron law no Curse Cultivator could evade. As an old monster