The King of Curses

Chapter 341 Sequelae

Spacetime returned to normal.

The man raised a finger to wipe his lips, coughed twice, and blood kept gushing from his mouth. The roulette wheel under his feet quietly contracted.

The raging waves fell into a deathly silence. Where the crests of the waves hovered, the frozen fish were stripped of their flesh and blood, leaving only their skeletons. They were then crushed into dust, which bloomed into the borders of the intricate mandala patterns in the endlessly spinning golden wheel.

As the mandala's coverage receded, the freeze-frame effect disappeared, and the massive wave broke apart, crashing into the water below. As it splashed up, one could see through the surface the rings of ripples carved into the sea by the wheel.

The man stood at the center of the circle with his eyes closed the whole time. Behind him, countless translucent lines were collapsing, and a dark golden halo seeped into the depths of the seabed, pulling millions of tons toward the closing wheel teeth. The entire "circle" was slowly shrinking.

That magnificent spectacle, the mandala covering hundreds of kilometers... has vanished.

He opened his eyes, and his vision was completely red, which proved that his eyeballs were bleeding.

Then, "Cen Dongsheng" silently lowered his eyes and began to pay attention to his condition: his organ functions were failing at a visible rate, his limbs were as weak and powerless as a paralyzed patient, the capillaries in his skin all over his body were bursting under high pressure, and the infiltration of his internal organs had turned his whole body into a lump of flesh and blood, making him look wretched and terrifying.

If we only consider his physical functions, he is undoubtedly in a "near-death" state, and it is a miracle that he can stand and think like this.

The immense power that had propelled him to the rank of Special Grade Curse Master, and even temporarily surpassed his peers, vanished from his body like bubbles, lasting for less than a breath in total.

This is the limit of "Cen Dongsheng".

The price of this power is immense pressure that can crush a person repeatedly, enough to shatter a mortal body a thousand times over, all of which accumulates and explodes on a man in the blink of an eye... resulting in serious aftereffects.

However, "Otherworldly Freedom" is still active in the man's body, and the residual energy released by "Six Paths of Reincarnation," which was just forcibly activated, is also utilized. The host has suffered the worst trauma in history—it is precisely these harsh external conditions that have caused the highly adaptable Grade-one curse to start operating at high speed again.

This is a tug-of-war within Cen Dongsheng's body, with terrifying aftereffects repeatedly destroying his bones, flesh, and internal organs, while the power of "Hehua Zizai" barely manages to mend his broken body time and time again.

It's difficult to immediately conclude which side will win; but in any case, this situation will bring intense, unbearable pain that runs deep into the bones.

The young man remained expressionless. This was not his body.

"I briefly tested the realm that humans in this era could potentially reach. Using my knowledge to manipulate power at an even higher level, combining the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation with the power of the Free Demon, the effect was astonishing."

The young man struggled to raise his trembling, bleeding hand and looked down at his palm.

"This is a power superior to that of the ancient gods, a groundbreaking force, a completely new gift from the universe. The glories of the past are destined to leave no trace; this is the era of humanity. If we wish to resist this cataclysmic change in the world, the only way is to join forces, overturn the celestial order, and reverse the course of destiny..."

He said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, or as if confiding in someone.

"And for you, my human friend, this will be a valuable experience. You will gain all the knowledge you desire through firsthand experience. There is no more profound education than this. Provided that you are lucky enough to survive."

*
Thousands of kilometers away, at the headquarters of the All Immortals' Gathering.

Inside the hall where the memorial tablets were enshrined, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and the guards were very strict.

This is a sacred place that no one would normally come to. Only heroes who sacrificed their lives for the establishment and development of the All Immortals' Gathering are qualified to have their memorial tablets erected here.

In addition, there are special memorial tablets belonging to living people: core members who are valued by the higher-ups have privileges and can be resurrected after an accident or being killed.

Similarly, this temple was personally protected by the Alliance Leader, Dao himself, and the power of "resurrection" came from "The Divine Enlightenment." However, at this very moment, without any external enemies, this core location of the entire power spontaneously combusted.

In an instant, dozens of memorial tablets were reduced to ashes, and the raging flames spread and burned, illuminating the hall like a raised torch.

The guards had no time to react. They rushed over as the alarm sounded, only to stare blankly at the charred remains left after the fire.

……

On the brink of life and death, the methods Zhang Shidao had prepared beforehand were activated, despite his severe injuries.

He was punched through the heart by "Cen Dongsheng" not because he was ambushed, but simply because of the difference in strength. He also did not expect that his strength would be overtaken, so he could not dodge it.

Zhang Shidao's severely injured body fell from the sky and into the sea.

Blood rose to the surface, staining the water with the color of the setting sun, before the body plunged into the icy depths of the sea.

At the same time that the hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals' Assembly spontaneously combusted without fire, Zhang Shidao's soul quickly returned to his body, and color returned to his ashen pupils.

Top-tier spellcasters usually possess survival skills such as resurrection from the dead or absolute defense, and Zhang Shidao is no exception.

In witchcraft, there is a concept called "spirit possession," which involves a deity attaching themselves to a mortal body. As a top-tier sorcerer capable of creating deities, Zhang Shidao can also transform a soul into a deity and then reattach it to a body, thus achieving rebirth.

However, to transform from a human into a "god," a whole system of offerings, incense, and religious worship is needed, which is why he established a massive organization centered around himself.

"They didn't catch up."

Severely injured, Zhang Shidao barely maintained consciousness. He squinted and looked up at the sunlight in the dim, deep sea.

He had been wondering why the other party hadn't chosen to kill them all immediately, but after seeing the bloodied and mangled figure floating in the air, he realized the reason:

He himself had indeed suffered a severe blow, but his opponent, the victor, was in even worse shape; that resilient body was now practically melting away...

"Power gained at a great cost, lasting for an extremely short time."

Zhang Shidao did not feel relieved. He only realized one thing: someone in this world had gone ahead of him.

He didn't choose to stay and observe the situation. Partly because he was still shaken by the attack that had frozen time and space; and partly because he sensed two other familiar yet powerful auras approaching…

"gone."

Zhang Shidao sighed softly, transformed into a series of bubbles, and silently disappeared into the deep sea.

*
On the other side, "Cen Dongsheng" finally lost consciousness, and his shattered body fell from the sky.

A faint figure appeared several kilometers away, and a flash of lightning from the ship appeared in the air almost simultaneously, catching him.

(End of this chapter)