Inside the traveling palace.
Pei Ling asked for a private cultivation room.
The moment he entered, he hurriedly activated the protective array inside. Countless blood vessels bulged beneath Pei Ling's skin, his eyes instantly flooded with bloodshot veins, and cracks spread across his skin as blood streamed everywhere!
He immediately sat cross-legged and formed one strange, intricate hand seal after another. A sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his eyes. As Nanke Dream Fire blazed, countless tiny runes appeared, weaving together into chains finer than strands of hair.
The chains shot out of his eyes. Clattering sounds rang through the air, and metal clashed against metal in the void, like a river surging onward.
Countless tiny black chains wrapped around Pei Ling layer upon layer. In an instant, he looked like a gigantic black cocoon.
Soon, a frigid curse spread to every corner of his body, as if dragging him ever deeper beneath the earth.
At last, Pei Ling's condition stabilized. The bloodshot veins in his eyes quickly receded, and the changes in his body returned to normal.
Only then did Pei Ling let out a breath of relief. This was the backlash from his excess fates and Curse Power!
Originally, after obtaining the inheritance in Zi Village, he had used a curse called Jealous Pouch Lock from the inheritance to temporarily seal away his excess fates and Curse Power.
But just now, the Sect Master's Wife had attacked him. Under the pressure of a high-level cultivator's aura, Pei Ling had been forced to reveal his full strength, and the excess fates and Curse Power inside him had consequently broken through the curse's seal.
Thus, he had no choice but to cast the curse again to stabilize his condition.
"The inheritance of Zhou..." With the crisis temporarily resolved, Pei Ling frowned