The King of Curses

Chapter 117: The King of Spirits' Proposal
Cen Dongsheng stared at the empty corner of the room. Amidst a terrifying sense of oppression that made him hold his breath, his gaze slowly moved towards the window, and the glass reflected his solemn face.

In the midst of total silence, he heard a sound.

The sound is so thin and trivial that an ordinary person might not even notice it. Even if they hear a little, they would only suspect that it is an auditory hallucination caused by being in a silent environment for a long time.

It reminds us of the white winter, the snowflakes falling from the branches of pine trees, or the crisp sound of withered leaves being stepped on on the white snow.

Only the sharp sixth sense of the spell-forbidden master, or the long-trained spiritual perception, can find a trace of the projection of the giant from the silence, and feel the indescribable heavy pressure and horror from it...

"Come with me."

Sister Zhizhen's expression was as relaxed as ever, and she said to him with a smile.

"……it is good."

Following the woman, Cen Dongsheng walked out of the room and came to the dimly lit corridor.

He opened the window, and the golden sunlight shone directly on the marble floor; the man saw the clear sky, with a few white clouds inlaid on the clear blue dome, and once again he was convinced that "that thing" existed.

It is both a sound and a sight. It comes from the darkness and the blue sky. It is a glimpse from the distant gods thousands of miles away.

It is almost everywhere, making the entire prison shrouded in an invisible force.

Yes, the sound is both fragmented and huge. When you recognize it, it will expand from a tiny screw into a huge structure in an instant, and it will no longer be ignored. The structure is complex and sloppy, revealing a sense of contradiction everywhere.

When the sound of snowflakes falling on the branches passed, Cen Dongsheng suddenly thought he heard a loud whistle; he imagined a train running on the endless snowfield, whizzing past him, passing through the empty room, and running through the empty corridor.

That thing really existed, it was tall and huge, but no one could see its true appearance. They could only imagine what it looked like from the lingering echoes in their ears.

The sound disappeared again, but the huge transparent outline was still wandering before my eyes, like a goldfish in a water tank, leisurely shaking its tail.

Da Yin Xisheng.

“How exaggerated…”

he thought.

King Jiangling himself could not be in Tianhai City. This was merely the result of the other party projecting his power over long distances. Considering the location of the base camp of the "Gathering of Ten Thousand Immortals", the straight-line distance might be more than two thousand kilometers.

But even so, the complete version of the special curse still has an extraordinary deterrent power.

He knew in his heart that Sister Zhizhen could do something similar... If he had the chance to face the star hanging high in the spiritual world, he would be able to "enjoy" the feeling of being crushed into powder by a giant.

"Does anyone want to see us?"

"Well, just testing it."

The brother and sister walked on the corridor, talking in low voices.

When passing by the hall, Cen Dongsheng noticed that the guard at the door had a confused expression; it was not until An Zhizhen approached that he seemed to come to his senses and recognized the woman's face, and saluted her in panic.

The next moment, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Cen Dongsheng helped the other person to lean against the wall, opened his eyelids and made sure that there was nothing serious.

Regardless of whether they were dull or sensitive, the invisible sense of oppression swept over everyone in the prison like a storm, secretly depriving them of their ability to resist.

Considering the style of the King of Spirits, he acted quite gently this time. It seemed that the other party did not want to break up with him.

It is both a temptation and a provocation.

He looked up at An Zhizhen.

The elder sister understood what he meant and said softly:

"If we dispel this power now, we will lose the option of dialogue. Of course, if this is your decision..."

"Wait a mininute."

Cen Dongsheng thought for a moment and put forward his own suggestion.

"Let's go meet the man named Wang Wu now. At least on the surface, the other party is here for him."

Cen Dongsheng judged that King Jiangling would not easily give up his subordinates.

Cen Dongsheng didn't know whether this person's behavior of protecting his shortcomings was out of so-called loyalty; but even as a member of the ruling bureau and standing on the opposing side of the camp, he still admitted a fact:

That is, the King of the Fallen is indeed the "most humane" ancestor to some extent.

Like the other ancestors, he is high and mighty, and acts recklessly. But the difference is that King Jiang Ling has the color of an ambitious human ruler in the past. People can see his emotions and often understand his desires better.

Cen Dongsheng looked up at the sky, knowing clearly that "the eyes of God" were watching him.

The confrontation between the active special-class curse masters is no joke. The vision of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting may be just a greeting to them. If they are not careful, the entire prison will be wiped off the map in the aftermath of the confrontation between two extremely powerful forces.

"Sister Zhizhen, I want to know your opinion on this matter."

"Well, it's hard to say right now."

"It depends on the other party's attitude?"

"Ah."

An Zhizhen nodded slightly.

"Unlike Sister Qingyan, from your tone, the other person is a man, right?"

"...Yes, I heard it from Wang Wu." Cen Dongsheng replied, "Their leader is a man."

"Is that so?" The woman seemed a little regretful. "When facing a man, Dongsheng's charm against the special curse master is naturally nowhere to be used. What a pity."

...What a pity! It would be scary if it could be used... No, how could such a strange charm exist in this world!
“I hope there will be a good result.”

"So do you think it's better to fight or not fight?"

"Both sides are in the initial development stage and haven't figured out what's going on in their own territory yet... If the other party is still mentally sound, they shouldn't choose to tear each other apart at this time."

"But people who are self-centered will often put their own desires above their so-called 'interests'."

"……yes."

Cen Dongsheng sighed.

Sister Zhizhen has realized that this guy is an opponent of the same level, so she made such a guess.

"Hey, why do you act like it's none of your business?"

She smiled and reached out her hand, gently stroking his chin.

"You are one of 'us' too."

...Seriously?

Cen Dongsheng thought, no matter what, I can't become as willful as you, even if I get equal power in the future...

Impossible.

*
The guards at the gate were all in a state of confusion. Fortunately, they were not the only ones in the situation. The prisoners were treated the same way, so there was no major chaos.

In one of the cells, they saw Wang Wu, whose movements were restricted by shackles.

“Haha…hahaha…did you feel it?”

The man looked pale and sweaty, and he smiled smugly at the two people who walked in. "Master Alliance Leader... my God... he has arrived!"

Wang Wu's voice was full of admiration and pride, but his expression was filled with hidden pain, as if he was being tortured by an invisible force. The man looked fine on the surface, but deep inside his internal organs he felt a throbbing pain.

The King of Spirits projects his power thousands of miles away, and in order to accurately locate it, he needs a medium, and Wang Wu plays this role.

Cen Dongsheng had a guess in his mind. It seemed that King Jiangling valued Wang Wu more than he thought. It was no coincidence that this man would become the famous "God-beating Wang Wu" in the future. The leader of the alliance whom Wang Wu admired might have already set his eyes on the potential of this man.

He thought of what Sister Zhizhen had done before. The King of the Spirits did not have the convenient ability of "Tian Kui Quan Shou", so the opportunity to make someone into an "avatar" that could carry his own power was an option he could not miss.

In addition, An Zhizhen has a way to make Kong Yinlian's curse "sublime", and the King of the Spirits should also have a similar method...

"Dongsheng, 'he' is right in front of us now."

Sister Zhizhen reminded.

"Can you ask 'him' to come out and talk?"

"good."

Wang Wu didn't understand the conversation between the man and the woman, but according to his own thoughts, he felt that the two people must have been extremely panicked after noticing the terrifying gaze from the dark.

Especially the young man who beat him so hard that he couldn't fight back. His attitude was so arrogant before, but after seeing the truly great power, he must have been scared to death and at a loss, so he came to find him on his own initiative.

As for the woman who appeared beside the young man, he didn't care at all. She was beautiful, but it had nothing to do with him. Wang Wu didn't care about women. He only had one sun in his heart, and he was willing to give everything for a man.

"Are you scared?"

Wang Wu's attitude was like that of a fanatic. He looked at the two of them with bloodshot pupils and laughed.

"There is only one way for you to escape the 'gaze' of the Lord Alliance Leader. That is to kneel down in fear and trepidation and offer your loyalty to that Lord!"

An Zhizhen just smiled slightly at this guy who was talking nonsense.

She said nothing, and there was no sign of any curse being cast—

The intimidation of the solidified space, the invisible and formless giant, and the gaze from Qingming were all blown away like a refreshing breeze.

If there is a spell-binding master who is good at observing the spiritual world present, he will see the brilliant sun rising above the prison in an instant, the spiritual land will be illuminated by the sun, and the slight haze will melt away like spring snow.

Although Wang Wu could not observe the changes in the spiritual world, he could feel the loss of the "Master Alliance Leader's" power. The ecstasy on his face slowly faded away, turning into confusion, and then into disbelief.

"You, what on earth did you do?"

An Zhizhen just looked at Cen Dongsheng with a smile, and from her attitude, it was clear that she was planning to make him a representative.

...He is indeed the most suitable person at the moment.

"Do you want to talk?" Cen Dongsheng asked.

"What? No, we have nothing to talk about..."

Cen Dongsheng was too lazy to waste his words. This person couldn't see the current situation clearly. He was completely a dog of the King of the Spirits. There was no point in communicating with him. The young man's pupils turned bright yellow, and his voice sounded like thunder in the other person's heart.

"I'm not talking to you, let your master come."

After Wang Wu suffered a severe mental shock, his head tilted back suddenly and his eyes rolled back.

A vague human figure slowly emerged from his shoulder and stood up leisurely. The figure itself could not be seen clearly, and a faint white light was emanating from its body, like a ghost.

Cen Dongsheng stared at "him".

In both lives combined, this was the first time that Cen Dongsheng had seen King Jiangling, and he was also the third Chengzu he had seen since his rebirth.

"I'm here to see you."

The voice came from the sky, rumbling in the room, revealing power and severity, like a cold light in winter.

The slight nervousness in Cen Dongsheng's heart was quickly thrown out of his mind. His big brother was right next to him, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The young man answered in a deep voice.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

……

King Jiang Ling really spoke his mind. After a few words, Cen Dongsheng already knew his plan.

The ghostly figure handed him a bronze talisman.

"Keep this."

Cen Dongsheng looked down at the talisman. The pattern on it was already very blurred, but he could barely make out that it was a tiger from the shape. The surface of the bronze object was smooth to the touch, so it was obviously an antique with a long history.

"The Meeting of Ten Thousand Immortals... there are so many things like this handed down from ancient times."

Cen Dongsheng felt emotional.

The spiritual tides of this world rise and fall, but strictly speaking, the only time it has reached such a vigorous revival as today is in the ancient times that are recorded in the few fantasy books and when gods and demons still existed; and for most of the rest of the time, the ancients still lived a more "materialistic" life.

Having said that, there are thousands of years of inheritance in between, and there are countless people practicing Buddhism, and there are so many talented and eccentric people that many valuable objects have been left behind for future generations.

This is the wealth brought by history, which others cannot envy.

He was thinking about all these random things in his mind, and with a little stimulation of his true Qi, the talisman in his hand immediately began to glow.

Light and shadow intertwined before my eyes, and the real scene faded away like a curtain on the water. What came into view was a platform with flags flying on it and empty spaces on all sides.

The crowd below the stage was so busy that it was hard to see clearly, but one could feel a frenetic atmosphere.

"...Heroic Soul Arena."

He thought to himself, this was another scene that he had long heard of but would only have the chance to see in this lifetime.

Like the "Returning Soul Tablet", the talisman leading to the "Heroic Soul Arena" is also an object unique to the Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals.

Once used, one will enter a unique space created by a celestial curse, the image and principle of which all come from the ancient "contest".

It is said that the custom of so-called martial arts competitions has existed since the Tang and Song dynasties. In the Ming Dynasty, there were many martial arts schools among the people, making this form of competition even more popular.

The rules of the Heroes' Arena are very simple. Two people who have made a vow in advance enter the duel venue and execute according to the results of the game. If they violate the rules, they will be retaliated by the arena itself.

This is what the King of Spirits proposed.

"consider properly."

King Jiangling was very frugal with words. After leaving a few words, the ghostly figure flashed and seemed to disappear.

But in the next moment——

Its body froze in place.

King Jiang Ling's gaze finally turned to the woman who accompanied Cen Dongsheng like a follower, always smiling and silent.

"Please stay."

she says.

(End of this chapter)