"I really am fated with snakes!"
Yu Chen looked at the newly formed Serpent Curse Banner. It was neither a banner-gate ritual artifact nor a curse artifact, but a purely curse-path ritual artifact. If it had to be classified, it belonged to the category of snake-curse artifacts.
It contained a serpentine nature akin to divinity, as well as curse power that had begun to transcend spirituality.
With a light shake, shadowy snakes, some bright and some dim, emerged from the void. Layer upon layer, densely packed, independent yet overlapping one another, they swiftly filled the entire space. Amid these snake shadows, mist like flowing silk drifted about, making the scene bizarre yet harmonious.
Compared to casting witch curses myself, relying on the power of this curse banner brings obvious changes, both in reduced expenditure and increased might. The breakthroughs are especially beyond my expectations when it comes to snake-related witch curses. As for the changes within the banner... are they the road beyond the Witch Path?
Yu Chen felt a faint melancholy. About half a year ago, he had believed the Witch Path had reached its end and had decided to abandon it completely. Yet now, the Serpent Curse Banner told him that there might still be a road ahead for the Witch Path. He could not help feeling moved.
But now that my Dao heart is established and my path has taken shape, the Witch Path is not fated to be mine!
Within his sea of consciousness, his divine soul smiled faintly. The gray mist formed from his newfound emotion and melancholy turned to ash beneath the radiance behind his head. Then it closed its eyes once more. Only the halo behind its head continued to emit rays of light, stabilizing his sea of consciousness and illuminating his entire