The God Plague Curse was spreading.
Once the Devil's Great Curse had infected more than half the cultivators, the God Plague Curse could break away from the Devil Net and exist as an independent signal network.
Many cultivators were losing spiritual power. The amount lost was roughly two to three percent of the spiritual power they refined in a day, but once enough people fell into this dreadful state, it became an enormous force.
Xu Xueqing collapsed to the ground, her limbs twitching as she forced out muffled cries.
Wang Qi stood awkwardly at a distance. "Elder Xu, are you sure people won't misunderstand if that sound gets out?"
"Your God Plague Curse still has problems." Having lived for several thousand years, Xu Xueqing naturally had no interest in indulging Wang Qi's nonsense. She shook her head. "Just now, I nearly thought I'd been locked onto by Martial Dao Fist Intent. My spiritual power went out of control and launched a counterattack on its own..."
This strange mechanism, this reaction of "the spirit moving before intent," was a defensive mechanism unique to high-level cultivators. Their spiritual power had reached such profound heights that it no longer required conscious control. Even relying solely on instinct, it could react.
Sometimes, that instinct was as irresistible as a knee-jerk reflex. In that instant just now, Xu Xueqing had actually been unable to suppress her own spiritual power and had injured herself.
Wang Qi slapped his palm. "This is the mysterious phenomenon known as cultivation deviation!"
"Don't even think about it!" Xu Xueqing knew Wang Qi had not given up on the idea of making Integrated Body Realm Cultivators suffer cultivation deviation to steal their cultivation methods. "You can't experience how obvious that reaction is! Since you've already settled everything else, don't go