Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 74 Dark Marks Under the Starlight
Above the sky, the body-refining star had completely broken free from the shackles of the black energy and was now shining with its own brilliant light.

However, the evil curses and resentments that were purified and dispelled by the golden light did not disappear completely.

They seemed to possess their own life and will, and in their last moments before being completely obliterated, they let out a silent yet extremely venomous roar!

All the purified black energy instantly condensed into a single stream, transforming into a pure malice that was even more concentrated and malevolent than all the previous black energy combined.

This malice seemed to be the source of the curse, the core resentment of the demon king.

It did not attack the unshakeable body-refining star again, but instead followed the lingering golden light, the causal thread connecting the star and the Meng family courtyard, moving with unparalleled precision at a speed that surpassed the laws of nature…

The backlash came!

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Meng Xihong's mind, and a chill that could freeze his soul instantly ran from head to toe.

He watched helplessly as the pitch-black, malevolent curse locked onto the Meng Clan Genealogy, which was suspended in mid-air!
More precisely, it focused on the family tree, specifically on those newly born individuals who didn't even have names yet...

The page with the three sons!
It was his child who activated the primal flame of "strong physique"!
It was his child who caused all of this!
The supreme merit of purifying the Great Dao shall be shared by the entire human race.

And this ultimate backlash from the demonic emperor, this ancient curse and deep-seated hatred, will be borne by him, a child who has just been born and whose eyes have not yet been opened...

One person should bear the responsibility!
"Do not!!!"

Meng Xihong's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a desperate roar.

He wanted to rush forward, to stand in front of the family tree, to use his own body to bear the terrible curse.

But he couldn't move!
In this clash that contained the will of the Great Dao and the resentment of demons, he, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, was as insignificant as a speck of dust, unable to even move a finger.

I can only watch helplessly.

That pitch-black curse, like a black lightning bolt, struck the family tree fiercely!
There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any cataclysmic fluctuations.

However, Meng Xihong clearly "saw" a mark composed of the most twisted and evil characters that instantly pierced through the barrier of the family genealogy and was imprinted in reality on the forehead of his third son, who was still in swaddling clothes.

That twisted and evil text, like a venomous snake that came to life, flashed across the baby's smooth brow and eventually transformed into an extremely tiny black rune, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, which was deeply imprinted there.

At the same time, a string of words filled with endless malice and resentment, like the whispers of a devil, resounded directly in the depths of Meng Xihong's soul:
"I will seize your innate bones and sever your path to body refinement!"

"I will seize your vital energy and sever your path to Qi cultivation!"

"Seize your mind and sever your path to victory!"

"All laws are severed, and eternal damnation ensues!"

Every word was like a poisoned dagger, piercing Meng Xihong's heart.

What a vicious curse this is.

This is essentially destroying all of a person's potential.

By cutting off his path to body refinement, his physical body became weak and feeble, like rotten wood and withered branches!
By severing his path of Qi cultivation, he was locked up, unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and thus completely cut off from the path of immortality!

Cutting off the path of all weapons is even more ruthless. This refers not only to swords, spears, and halberds, but also to all “methods” and “tools” that require mental and physical control. Even the path of literature and Taoism may be included!

All laws are severed, and eternal damnation ensues!
These eight words are meant to plunge his child into an abyss of no return, making him an "insulator" even worse than an ordinary person.

"Do not--!"

Meng Xihong's eyes were bloodshot, and his soul seemed to be torn apart by this resentment and venom.

The moment the curse mark was completed, the terrifying pressure that had suppressed heaven and earth receded like a tide.

The "Foundation of the Great Dao" and the countless stars in the sky began to slowly fade away, and the night sky was regaining its original color. Meng Xihong's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground, but he forced himself to stay upright and rushed to the cradle.

Even faster than him was another figure.

Cloud pine nuts!
The moment the oppressive aura disappeared, this powerful figure at the Literary Dao Realm flashed into the room, his face extremely grim.

"Boy! Let me see!" Yun Songzi's voice changed, he had obviously also sensed the terrifying malice of that final backlash.

He picked up the baby from the cradle, put two fingers together, and touched the baby's forehead. A pure and vast righteous energy, like a surging river, carefully entered the baby's body.

Meng Xihong watched nervously, forgetting even to breathe.

Yun Songzi is a powerful figure comparable to the Golden Core stage, a literary expert at the Establishing Words realm. He must have a way! He definitely does!

However, the next moment, Yun Songzi's face turned deathly pale.

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered back two steps, and his eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

"How could...how could this have happened..."

"My righteous spirit has been... it has been completely extinguished!" Yun Songzi muttered to himself in despair. "That power... no, it wasn't power, it was a kind of 'rule'! A vicious 'rule' rooted in the deepest part of the Great Dao!"

His righteous energy, the moment it touched the black rune inside the baby's body, was like water meeting a red-hot iron, instantly evaporated without even a ripple.

That rune seemed to be a fundamental curse that made one impervious to all magic.

"Senior Yun! What happened?" Meng Xihong rushed forward, his voice trembling.

Yun Songzi's lips trembled as she looked at Meng Xihong, her eyes filled with sympathy and helplessness.

He spoke with difficulty: "Xihong... this child... the life force within him has been completely... locked up by a rule that I cannot understand."

"Locked up? What does that mean?" Meng Xihong's heart sank lower and lower.

"It means..." Yun Songzi took a deep breath and said sadly, "His body, his meridians, and his soul have all been put in an invisible shackle."

He couldn't absorb any energy from the outside world, nor could he release his inner essence and spirit. He... he was completely isolated from this world.

"He is like a seed encased in the hardest amber, possessing life but never able to take root and sprout, only able to slowly...wither away in endless silence."

Yun Songzi's words were like heavy hammer blows, slamming into Meng Xihong's chest.

Unable to take root and sprout...

Slowly withering away...

Meng Xihong felt dizzy and staggered to the cradle, looking at his child.

Just now, this child let out such a loud cry, full of vitality.

And now...

The baby in the cradle lay quietly, neither crying nor fussing, and you couldn't even feel the slightest rise and fall of its breath.

His small face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. His eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Only the faint black runes between his brows exuded a chillingly evil aura, as if mocking this life that had just been born and was burdened with the world's most vicious curse.

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