Xie Xiyi said, "I said, you affected me."
Chi Yu finally understood. "You can actually be affected?"
Xie Xiyi saw Qingxuan's rotting body beside him. "The Fog City Forbidden Curse. Where did you get it?"
Chi Yu knew he was changing the subject, but still answered, "I wasn't the one who used it on him. You were, Senior Brother Xuanji. What does this Forbidden Curse do?"
At that, Xie Xiyi gave a genuinely delighted laugh. "I named it Fog City. Fog follows you like a shadow and is everywhere. Once this curse is used, both the body and cultivation crumble, and the Nascent Soul Spirit is deeply branded. No matter how many bodies one switches to, it makes no difference."
He said enthusiastically, "The body is merely a cage, while one's Dao heart and state of mind collapse under prolonged torment. Little Fish, tell me, what a wonderful Forbidden Curse this is. Under this curse, even the most dignified, self-possessed immortal lord or mighty cultivator will be reduced to a defeated dog living in constant fear."
Chi Yu: "..."
Qingxuan had not looked particularly fearful to him.
His expression grew grave. Once again, he realized just how terrifying Qingxuan was.
Amid the immense torment inflicted on his body, cultivation, and Nascent Soul Spirit, amid unrelenting agony and deterioration, and the despair of a future with all his prospects destroyed, he could still act as though nothing were wrong.
Before Chi Yu learned that Qingxuan had been afflicted with such a Forbidden Curse, he had not noticed at all that Qingxuan was carrying such a massive debuff.
Chi Yu could not help asking, "Senior Brother Xuanji, weren't you here just now? Why didn't you capture Qingxuan's Nascent Soul Spirit?"
"..." Xie Xiyi's voice turned cold. "I don't know what you're talking