The King of Curses

Chapter 340 Six Paths of Reincarnation Mandala

The moment the figure approached, Zhang Shidao had already sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere.

What happened next took no more than a breath. However, the spiritual perception of a top-tier curse master is so powerful that their reaction and execution speed can reach the millisecond level or even deeper. Therefore, in the fierce battle on the battlefield, dozens of intense back-and-forth exchanges can pass in the blink of an eye.

Since he could sense Cen Dongsheng approaching in some way, Zhang Shidao naturally wouldn't remain indifferent, especially since he had long been prepared to be approached by someone.

The vast, icy seawater converged into a tide that surged upstream, and his body was swallowed up by the giant sea god.

The black flames emanating from Cen Dongsheng's body clung to him like maggots, spreading in the direction of Zhang Shidao.

However, at its core, it is not immersed in ordinary inorganic ocean, but in seawater infused with a large amount of spiritual energy.

Just as countless tiny lives reside within the bodies of enormous sea monsters, this colossal deity, meticulously crafted by Zhang Shidao, also harbors a large number of tiny "spirits."

If we consider beings with self-thinking and emotions as independent life forms, and kill such life forms as the greatest sin a person can commit, then Zhang Shidao is undoubtedly the most heinous among the top-tier curse masters, and neither Wan Dugu nor Meng Huafan can compare to him.

However, the vast majority of the beings he killed were not originally existing in this world, but were his creations.

He created countless spirits and gods, and killed countless others. Under his indifferent gaze, those tiny souls were nothing more than byproducts of his power, not worth caring about at all.

But the will to survive that those "spirits" unleashed in order to preserve themselves and to live was real, undeniable, and extremely tragic. One after another, they rushed forward, throwing themselves into the burning black flames like moths to a flame.

Once the giant falls, all of them, its inhabitants, will vanish into thin air—a cruel command etched into their minds by the Creator.

No living thing is immune to the fear of extinction; they desperately try to stop the spread of that despairing blackness.

The process is brutal in principle, yet extremely effective; the speed of the black flame is rapidly slowed down, almost brought to a standstill, as if spreading in viscous glue.

"very good."

Zhang Shidao calmly observed this scene and, through analyzing a series of phenomena, confirmed his thoughts.

The "power of transformation" released by Cen Dongsheng appeared as a pitch-black flame, and its effect was quite terrifying. It should be said that this was the core ability of the special-grade curse on this person, which could transform anything he touched into his own.

Whether it's actual natural phenomena, physical entities, or energy flows that cannot be detected by the naked eye, even the true qi released by a top-tier curse master can be taken away.

However, since the two sides are still on the same level, it means that he can withstand the force of change.

Sure enough, as the quality and quantity of spirituality increased, the time required for the black flames to erode and transform individuals increased rapidly. As a result, Zhang Shidao built a "firewall" around himself, protecting himself within it.

Of course, this doesn't mean he can rest easy, because he needs to continuously produce sacrifices through "Divine Enlightenment." But if it drags into a war of attrition, given the amount of true qi a top-tier curse master possesses, it will be difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

In a battle where the forces are evenly matched, the first thing to consider is "to remain invincible"; only then should one think about strategies to achieve victory.

This was not easy, because besides Cen Dongsheng, who had suddenly been promoted to a top-tier curse master, there were also two terrifying women on his side.

Three top-tier curse masters...

Zhang Shidao tasted a hint of bitterness in his mouth.

In the world of curse masters, he was already a great figure whom everyone looked up to, but as long as there is more than one person standing at the top, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later.

They were already in a predicament where they had no choice but to join forces; if he were left alone, he might really perish.

Of course, there are opportunities to take advantage of this situation.

For example, the man before them wasn't the real Cen Dongsheng, but rather the soul of an ancient evil god residing in his body. Would arrogant and cruel women tolerate this? It would be tantamount to having their beloved possession stolen away.

……

The youth, wreathed in black flames, fell from a great height, his wings folding back, bringing him to the same height as the giant god of the sea.

"Some skills."

Zhang Shidao sat cross-legged inside the giant's heart, vigilantly watching its every move. Those smiling eyes possessed a unique charm.
"Time is running out, so let's take a small risk."

The young man closed his eyes, his expression serene.

His hand drooped towards the sea. The next second, wondrous and intricate golden patterns appeared beneath his feet, causing a great commotion. This time, not only the sea surface but the entire space began to tremble.

"...!"

In that instant, Zhang Shidao realized something was wrong.

The opponent's true qi suddenly increased at an incredible speed—

His first thought was of the top-tier curse master named Wan Dugu, who possessed a secret technique that could multiply the true qi within the body, surpassing all others of his kind. However, Cen Dongsheng's condition was clearly extraordinary.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Shidao's spiritual sense could barely detect the youth's presence; his figure became unusually blurry.

"I still prefer... to use power to intimidate others."

My vision is being upside down and distorted.

As the sky and sea seemed to hang upside down, the towering demonic shadow shattered the golden sunlight. Ripples on the sea beneath him coalesced into dark golden runes, countless profound paths intertwining to form a wheel. Each groove on the wheel constructed a scene depicting the wondrous landscapes of the Three Realms and Six Paths of Samsara, extending in all directions—

The Heavenly Realm, the Asura Realm, the Human Realm, the Animal Realm, the Hungry Ghost Realm, and the Hell Realm.

This is the "Mandala," also known as the "Altar of Light." It is based on the complete circle of wheels and is the gathering place of all saints and all merits. It is a symbol of one's own body and mind reflecting the entire universe.

The mandala, based on the concept of the six realms of reincarnation, extends from Cen Dongsheng's feet to cover the sea, spanning hundreds of square kilometers.

Under the terrifying accumulation of energy, the entire sea began to steam, and the rising water vapor condensed into ice crystals by the dissipating black flames before it even reached the clouds.

"This is... the second 'Special Grade Curse Restriction'—?!"

Zhang Shidao was speechless.

Could it be that the other party not only concealed his identity as a top-tier curse master... but in fact, he is the one who has gone the furthest among his "kin"?!

He had no time to think about the answer. The raging, towering demonic flames and the enormous, dark golden mandala covering the sea were accumulating energy of unimaginable scale, and he couldn't think of any way to stop them...

In an instant, the undulating waves on the sea, the undulating clouds in the sky, and the two people gazing at each other from several kilometers away all froze in a moment of frozen time.

The mysterious trajectory of the mandala extends and turns, encompassing this area, as if nailing a photograph to a blackboard, fixing the space and time of this place.

"boom!"

This state did not last long; the overwhelming mandala patterns shattered. Immediately afterward, amidst a deafening roar, a fist burning with black flames pierced through Zhang Shidao's chest.

(End of this chapter)