"Of course, the Immortal Folding Curse."
The moment those four words left his mouth, Shi Hao, who had been brimming with anticipation, seemed as if he had been struck by five thunderbolts. He froze rigidly on the spot.
The Immortal Folding Curse.
To Shi Hao, that name was nothing less than an inescapable nightmare.
Memories of that unbearable time in the lower realm surfaced in his mind.
Back then, under the Lord of the Forbidden Zone's arrangements, he had suffered the torment of the Immortal Folding Curse.
It was a vicious curse specifically aimed at the foundation of the immortal path. Once afflicted, one's cultivation and magical power would be worn away bit by bit.
Watching the cultivation he had painstakingly built up turn into flowing water before his very eyes, all while enduring agony like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart—it was worse than killing him.
Even in his dreams, he never wanted to experience that pain a second time.
"No, no, no, Brother Ye, I really don't think that's necessary." Shi Hao shook his head like a rattle-drum, his feet unconsciously retreating.
With an awkward laugh, he waved his hands. "My Dao heart is now as firm as a rock. Even without the Immortal Folding Curse, I can slowly figure out the method for a Mortal Immortal's transformation. We should just let nature take its course, right?"
As Shi Hao spoke, he turned to Willow Deity, hoping that the Ancestor Spirit who had always doted on him would put in a word for him.
Yet Ye Xuan gave him no chance to flee.
"The path of a Mortal Immortal is not something you can walk through by letting nature take its course. Without destruction, there can be no renewal; only after breaking can one stand anew." Ye