One day later.
Earthen House.
[Nether Heaven Mist] billowed, its tangible darkness blanketing the entire clearing.
Inside the house, Fu Xuanxu sat cross-legged on the ground, cultivating without daring to waste a moment. His aura had already recovered to its peak.
In another corner, layer upon layer of boundless hatred, venom, and Curse Incantations enveloped a figure in a dark robe. It was Pei Ling!
Suddenly, all the hatred, venom, and Curse Incantations began to contract rapidly, eventually gathering into a single wisp of solid white mist that hovered before him.
Pei Ling immediately formed one complicated, uncanny Magic Seal after another.
The wisp of white mist gradually transformed into countless pained human faces. They let out soundless howls, their expressions frantic, grotesque, hideous, and twisted... as they struggled hysterically.
The faces flickered like fleeting shadows, piling atop one another until there were tens of thousands, too many to count.
One by one, they drifted out of the white mist. In an instant, they once more surrounded Pei Ling completely. Every face stared fixedly at him, all kinds of crazed gazes converging on him.
A cold, violent aura spread, surging like a tide.
Layer upon layer of frost formed across the ground. Cold filled the air, as if countless frigid snowflakes would begin falling the very next moment.
At last, Pei Ling formed the final Magic Seal. All the faces instantly stopped howling and struggling. Then, they converged with a rush, turning into an ancient, unearthly rune.
Pei Ling suddenly opened his mouth, and the rune was immediately swallowed.
After swallowing the rune, Pei Ling's lips moved as if he had uttered a word, but not a sound came out.
The next moment, a cold, malicious, and terrifyingly powerful curse silently sank into the earth.
The earth remained calm and