As the voice of Tai'a Mohan swept across, the cultivators inside Nine Truths Immortal Palace all looked at each other in dismay. Although they did not know the specific content of the curse and oath, they guessed it must run counter to what she was doing.
The Ghost God Sword grinned hideously, "How could Ye Bin be so unwise?"
Over there, Liu Guan also spat, "It definitely cannot be separated from that cheap maid of Yellow Springs!"
Following on the heels of their words, Tai'a Mohan burst into wild laughter. Everyone knew that a Primordial Spirit blood curse was an absolute mental flaw for a cultivator. With the cultivation of an End Law Lord like Tai'a Mohan, she could be said to have a hundred or a thousand methods to exploit it. This was no longer a matter of giving others a handle; it was practically offering one's neck to the executioner's blade!
At this moment, looking once more at the Wu Wang Sword on the edge of the collapsed void, the cultivators could not help but think a layer deeper:
What was Ye Bin trying to do? Or perhaps what kind of unspeakable relationship did she have with Jiu Yan, who had plunged inside?
These doubts were destined to find no answers. Tai'a Mohan had already catalyzed the heavenly tribulation's demonic fire and serpent shapes to the extreme, bringing the Demonic Domain to its ultimate completion. Myriads of demonic snakes, varying in size and movement, shared a single origin in their ferocious and rampant demonic intent. Even separated by a thousand or eight hundred miles, a sense of irritability and aversion arose spontaneously from the heart, impossible to suppress.
Sage Wisdom Walker softly chanted a Buddhist name and executed the Supreme Wisdom Dharma to suppress the restless Formless Heavenly