The King of Curses

Chapter 364 Above the Moon
"Heaven?"

"Heaven."

"You mean outer space, right?"

An Zhizhen guessed.

"That's true. But for you humans, and for all living things on this planet, it's an even more desirable destination, an eternal 'other home'."

The evil god smiled broadly.

"I heard that humans set foot there decades ago?"

At this point, the answer is quite clear.

"...Yes, I did climb up there."

An Zhizhen tapped her fingers lightly on the desk.

"But we are still a long way from being able to make that place our home."

"You, the new generation, will soon be able to realize your long-cherished wish."

Instead of continuing the conversation, the woman made inferences based on the information she already knew.

"Even if Dongsheng and Qingyan wanted to find a place far away from me for a secret rendezvous, they wouldn't go to the moon on their own initiative."

She lowered her eyelids and chuckled softly.

"In other words, somewhere on this planet, it is connected to the moon..."

All information hubs at various levels of the Super Committee members are under the control of "Tian Kui Quan Shou". She can call them at any time, whenever she wants, to obtain the latest information before her subordinates report.

"We've got the exact location."

When An Zhizhen looked up again, the exact location of the town was already recorded on the paper beside her.

Are you planning to go?

Loujia grinned.

"I can take your place."

An Zhizhen didn't answer, but just stared intently at her; Lou Jia straightened her chest without any guilt, meeting the other's scrutiny.

“I’m not trying to scare you, Miss An, but the situation is really tense. Did you hear that just now? Those are two evil gods. Cen Dongsheng and Yi Qingyan’s current strength is not enough to deal with such formidable enemies.”

On paper, that is indeed the case.

But An Zhizhen knew very well that the first evil god who ravaged the human world in his full form had a fixed resurrection time.

Cen Dongsheng's series of actions stirred up a butterfly storm, which led to him being targeted by the future King of Withering and Glory. This could not possibly affect the resurrection plan set by the ancient gods ten thousand years ago.

"That so-called Heavenly Emperor, like you, is an incomplete form."

An Zhizhen wasn't asking a question; she was answering with an air of absolute certainty.

"You're quite certain. You could have guessed that... But even if that's the case, wouldn't it be better to have an extra layer of insurance?"

"—Is there what you want?"

The woman's words struck a chord with her. Loujia unconsciously narrowed her eyes.

"...I just want to rid humanity of trouble, which is a good thing for you and for him."

"Is the target the 'monster chained to the lower levels of the celestial realm' that we just mentioned?"

Loujia stopped speaking, speechless. After a moment, under An Zhizhen's meaningful gaze, she sighed helplessly.

"You can't hide anything from me. No one can keep their thoughts from you... Or is it that your abilities are effective against me?"

The conversation between the two parties came to an end.

Before An Zhizhen could answer, a slightly panicked voice came from outside the office door.

The secretary tried to control the emotional fluctuations in her tone, but couldn't hide her shock.

Kong Yinlian has been by An Zhizhen's side for some time, and her mentality has been toughened up, but she still behaves like this. It seems that something really big has happened.

"Consultant An, do you have a moment?"

"It's a message from the observatory; they say there's a strange shadow on the moon..."

*
The clouds and the layered buildings above them collapsed together in the corrosive black smoke. The "original appearance" of the world that Yi Qingyan spoke of gradually emerged.

Where are we?

Cen Dongsheng thought he was mentally prepared, but when he actually realized where he was, he was still dumbfounded.

"Could this be... the moon?"

The fog that had obscured the view dissipated, and the palace vanished like a mirage in the desert.

What greets you is a rugged scene exuding a cold and indifferent aura, like a gust of wind rushing towards you, but if you listen carefully, there is no sound.

Beneath my feet lies a vast, desolate desert, and above me stretches a dark, boundless sky.

The stars in the sky seemed to be nailed to the wall; the spots of light didn't seem to be twinkling, but rather like shards of glass nailed to black velvet.
The Earth hangs diagonally above, vast, awe-inspiring, and breathtaking. Swirling clouds envelop the deep blue ocean, which slowly rotates, reflecting the light from the stars, creating a series of light spots like a necklace.

Silence, absolute silence.

A place frozen in time.

In an instant, Cen Dongsheng felt a stark difference from the ground: time here seemed to stand still forever.

On a physical level, he sensed the changes in the air and pressure outside; but for someone who had reached the level of a top-tier curse master and possessed the ability to enhance his physical body, it was not yet a test.

The only problem is that, being on an alien planet, it's difficult to replenish the vital energy consumed.

This means that if a winner is to be determined, the battle must be won quickly...

In the blink of an eye, a heavy, muffled sound rang out deep in my ears, as if I were imprisoned inside a tin can.

The thought that the sound was transmitted through bones, not through the air, popped into Cen Dongsheng's mind, and he was a beat slow to realize what had happened.

A home run.

The half-skeleton human body stood in its original position, while Cen Dongsheng's body was like a softball that had been thrown out with great force, involuntarily pulled away; in the blink of an eye, the two were separated by more than ten kilometers, their vision dragged backward along a blurry long trail.

Cen Dongsheng's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the man's face in a flash.

The Heavenly Emperor revealed an arrogant smile.

……

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but despite being hit hard, he seemed to have a dulled sense of pain.

Cen Dongsheng kicked his leg downwards suddenly.

The shockwave shattered the dust on the moon, leaving ripples that spread across the crater.

Due to the drastic changes in the surrounding environment, Cen Dongsheng lost control of his movements for a moment; even though he made a braking gesture, his body, which had been thrown out, did not stop, leaving a series of impact craters on the soft sand like a flat flying boat.

Once isn't enough, let's do it again.

Cen Dongsheng took a deep breath, his strong muscles rippled like water, and he activated "Ruyi".

Completely focused, a flash of inspiration struck.

He was like a valiant warrior who grew up on the moon, mastering all the combat skills that could be used in a low-gravity environment in a very short time without any formal instruction.

The light gravity, the lower escape velocity, the near-vacuum air pressure, and the nighttime temperature of minus 180 degrees Celsius... will all become Cen Dongsheng's aid in the upcoming battle.

Cen Dongsheng crouched down like a wild beast, assuming a starting position. His bulging muscles rippled and undulated, rising from his calves like resilient grass in the wind.

"boom!"

The pent-up power suddenly erupted.

The loose lunar soil on the surface was blasted apart by the shock wave, forming a deep crater, with mineral fragments floating in circles in the air.

Like a cannonball fired from a gun barrel, Cen Dongsheng's figure disappeared from the spot.

……

The moment the Heavenly Emperor kicked Cen Dongsheng away, an invisible blade that tore through space slashed down furiously, and the surrounding scenery instantly froze completely, like a tropical fish aquarium.

Even on the moon, the spacetime structure remained unchanged, and Yi Qingyan was minimally affected, not even needing the same adjustment process as Cen Dongsheng.

The Heavenly Emperor had anticipated this. His body was shattered into pieces, but it was merely a remnant left behind. His true form appeared dozens of kilometers away, accompanied by drifting clouds.

His arm rose at the last possible moment, and a ribbon-like white stream of air quickly stretched into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Qingyan had caught up and shattered the body with a single blow.

...Another clone.

Yi Qingyan's spiritual senses spread boundlessly across this desolate satellite, capturing His next appearance.

The Heavenly Emperor had used a similar technique when he first fought Yi Qingyan, and it seemed he intended to repeat it this time; meanwhile, Cen Dongsheng had already been launched back from tens of kilometers away.

The brother and sister attacked from both sides. Neither of them used their full strength at the beginning; the Heavenly Emperor continued his actions at a slow pace, wanting to observe the enemy's movements.

The answer will be revealed soon—

From the end of the ribbon extending from the Heavenly Emperor's arm, a faint white light shot into the sky, exuding killing intent and sharpness.

"That is……!"

A snow-white blade shooting into the sky was reflected in Yi Qingyan's pupils. Without hesitation, she reached out in that direction and unleashed her full power.

The space cracked along the direction in which the girl's hand swung.

Above the clear moon, there are numerous broken traces, and beneath the cracks, the colorless void meanders like a river.

In this process, the figures of the Heavenly Emperor, who were swallowed up, appeared one by one and then shattered one by one, like fragile bubbles on the surface of water; but His power continued to operate in a wondrous way.

These individual clones are seeds sown on the moon in extremely distant times, only to be awakened from their slumber and begin to grow strong at this very moment.

The soaring blade, like a towering building standing on the moon, bathed in its cool light, never paused in its "materialization" process, gradually revealing its outline...

"Roar!"

At this moment, in a world where everyone was silent, that terrifying roar echoed in the hearts of everyone.

Like a whale leaping out of the water, a blood-red ball of flesh burst forth from beneath the lunar soil.
—The Great Evil.

The pitch-black miasma rose into the sky, almost covering half of the moon's surface, like an inverted waterfall cascading into the heavens, far exceeding the height of the knife.

It sensed the threat brought by the birth of the "Killing Blade," and the fleshy ball extended hundreds of tentacles, which wrapped around it from below like vines, as if trying to grasp the phantom of the entire blade in its hand.

However, the moment the great evil spirit touched the blade's shadow, its filthy tentacles quickly dissolved.

Even though the killing blade was not fully revealed, its shadow still reflected the light of frost and snow, and was unstoppable.

The great demon roared and did not touch it again. Instead, it cautiously coiled up, using its body and miasma to completely surround the blade's shadow. The white ribbons released by the Heavenly Emperor were completely corroded before they even touched the "Killing Blade."

His expression darkened, and he lowered his arm, ceasing his movements.

The situation changed once again, with the brother and sister temporarily joining forces with the Great Evil to target the Heavenly Emperor.

A silent world, a silent fierce struggle, and menacing gazes filled with murderous intent or chaos meeting each other.

A top-tier curse master and two evil gods who have not yet recovered—the hunter-prey relationship could be reversed at any moment.

……

"Without giving up, there is no gain."

The Heavenly Emperor resolved to break this endless power struggle.

He sighed softly, as if he had made up his mind, and spread out his hands.

On one side were white bones, and on the other side was fair skin and flesh; their appearances were vastly different.

The Heavenly Emperor remained silent.

He had thought he needed time to rest, but that was not the case.

"The forces of life and death have reached a balance within me, and this state can only be maintained for the time being."

If the Heavenly Emperor could be given more time, he would eventually be able to come up with a solution. But who would have thought that as soon as he awoke, bandits would come knocking on his door? In order to drive them away, he even had to personally release his former mortal enemies.

Since delaying is no longer a good idea—

"puff."

The Heavenly Emperor no longer restrained his injuries. On the intact half of his body, a wound burst open, revealing the eroded, dead flesh beneath, emitting a strong stench.

The wound spread rapidly, and the body that could have been described as an "unparalleled beauty" began to become diseased and suppurate, becoming even more hideous than the skeleton on the other side.

That was a curse left on Him by a great evil spirit, the so-called "Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials," which was the most evil force targeting the lineage of the celestial immortals of the former Heavenly Palace, and even the Heavenly Emperor, who was the absolute ruler, was no exception.

"the same as you."

The skeletal arm points into the distance.

The crimson flesh abruptly stopped moving, its entire body trembling violently. With a soul-shaking roar, its skin split open layer by layer, revealing a massive wound a thousand meters deep. Wisps of milky-white celestial energy gushed forth from it, covering the demon's entire body like a spiderweb.

Those are the scars He left behind.

At the end of that epic battle, both sides exhausted their strength and died from their injuries, falling into a deep sleep; even the severity of their injuries was similar, which is why they awoke at almost the same time.

Today, the curse and scars are still imprinted deep within each other's bodies, and will naturally surface at the slightest provocation.

The two humans noticed the dramatic change in the situation and naturally could not miss this opportunity: gods and demons were killing each other and were weakening at a visible rate.

But before they got close—

"You will not have a chance."

The curse on half of the Heavenly Emperor's body spread like mist, eventually merging with the miasma released by the Great Evil.

“Sui, our war has lasted for thousands of years. You know me best, you know what to do next…”

"Eat me the way you're best at."

……

The desolate moon was gradually engulfed by the spreading dark miasma.

As Cen Dongsheng imagined what kind of scenery people on Earth would see, he watched the anomaly unfold.

He realized that the final moment that would decide the outcome was approaching.

The youth no longer hold back their strength, but squeeze out all their potential, transforming from flesh and blood into the form of a celestial demon.

"Let us become one, brother."

Yi Qingyan's voice rang in his ears, and her cool, soft hand gently covered his.

(End of this chapter)