So even though the Immortal Sects possessed forbidden techniques, they would never use them unless they had no other choice.
Yet Qingxuan clearly bore the runes of a forbidden technique that even the Mahayana Stage cultivator had never seen. A light sweep of divine sense over the unfamiliar rune strokes was enough to sense the oppressive, forbidden power within them, impossible to ignore.
"Xuanji... was that his name? If he created this forbidden curse, then he is extremely valuable. He is only in the Golden Core Realm. How did he dare use a forbidden curse? With his cultivation, there is no way he could use a forbidden curse seal like this and emerge unscathed." As the Mahayana Stage cultivator spoke, his tone grew excited.
Ignoring Qingxuan's agony, he used his spiritual pressure to force him back to awareness. "How did that Xuanji place the forbidden curse on you?"
As soon as Qingxuan opened his mouth, blood seeped from its corners. Amid the excruciating pain radiating from his nascent soul spirit, he had long since bitten the flesh inside his mouth to shreds.
He managed to regain a little clarity and said, "He took out a top-grade spirit stone. The forbidden curse was sealed inside it."
The Mahayana Stage cultivator looked stunned, then delighted. "He can cast a forbidden curse without even using a magical artifact! Did anything unusual happen to him after he used it on you?"
Qingxuan was clearly in too much pain. His mouth moved, but no words came out.
The Mahayana Stage cultivator took out a snow lotus and ordered him to eat it.
After taking the snow lotus, Qingxuan barely managed to quell the agony caused by the forbidden curse before saying, "...Black mist drifted over his body. The feeling it gave me was somewhat similar