When had he been cursed?
Over this period, he could say he had never made physical contact with anyone.
Senior Sister Guo? Senior Sister Xia? Or that senior sister from the Buddhist Sect?
No, it couldn't have been any of them.
First, it couldn't have been Senior Sister Guo. Her character made such behavior impossible.
There were still subtle differences between cultivators and mortals.
In the human world, there was a saying: criminals could suddenly have a fit of kindness, and good people could sometimes want to do bad things.
Cultivators were different.
Especially cultivators who had attained the immortal realm. As they advanced along their path, what they cultivated was not merely their bodies and strength, but also their hearts.
A Dao Fruit bore not only the road one had traveled, but also one's own realization.
Take Senior Sister Guo, for instance. Her dominance had already seeped into her bones. Her words and actions, her techniques, her Great Dao—everything was like that.
It could be said to run through every part of her.
She would never use such a technique, because it conflicted with her Dao Heart. Even if it were useful, she could not use it. Using it would shatter her own Dao Heart and form a knot in her heart that could never be untied.
That was absolutely intolerable. For one wholly devoted to seeking the Dao, doing something that betrayed one's own Dao Heart was worse than death.
Senior Sister Guo was impossible, and naturally, so was Senior Sister Xia.
Even if she were alone, even if the higher she climbed, the fewer people remained around her, without a heart as steadfast as iron, she could never endure that loneliness, much less control the power of fear.
As one of the oldest emotions in living creatures,