Chapter 1107 - 583: Mastering the Ancient God’s Curse

Pain Wilderness.

Just as the Demon Saint Heir felt a premonition of danger.

It decisively chose to cut off the supernatural link between the blood?mist eyeball and the middle?aged white man.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The gray?white fog suddenly dispersed.

The Saint Heir saw a skull wreathed in gray flames, with two dark green points of light flickering in its eye sockets.

By its senses, this skull was not particularly powerful, yet it gave it an indescribably depraved and twisted feeling.

Especially those dark green light points—just letting its gaze brush across them, it had the illusion that its soul was about to ignite.

Ever since it advanced to Venerable, it had not felt anything like this for a very long time.

How could it not know that the skull must be some extremely high?tier supernatural power.

"Lowly ant, you think you’re qualified to look at me?"

A loud voice, dripping with contempt, rang out in the Saint Heir’s mind.

The next instant.

The illusion became a real sensation.

"Ah~"

It immediately felt a searing pain in its pair of eyes, its sight vanishing in an instant.

Its eyeballs had truly been set ablaze.

This was not only pain in the flesh; it speared straight into the soul, and even its soul temporarily lost all perception of the outside world.

At the same time.

The Saint Heir’s heart was filled with sheer horror.

I’m a Middle Venerable Level powerhouse, yet this skull calls me a "lowly ant"—what level of power is this?

Instinct told it this was probably not a Demigod level.

But a far more terrifying tier—Ancient God.

The Saint Heir triggered a high?grade self?defense demon artifact at the fastest speed.

"Boom!"

Its little finger exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

A blood pool that was half illusory, half real, appeared out of nowhere in front of it.

The surface of the pool was like a mirror, and the Saint Heir’s image immediately surfaced upon it.

The very next second.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The image within the blood pool eerily turned into the real Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir outside the pool, by contrast, turned into a phantom shadow.

This was clearly a powerful damage?transfer Secret Technique.

With the Saint Heir now inside the blood pool, its vision returned, and the twin agonies wracking its body and soul slowly subsided.

Peering through the blood?red mirror, it saw the shadow’s eyeballs blazing into fire, and a sense of having been played for a fool made its heart burn with shame and anger.

Damned enemy!

To dare deceive me!

Since the damage could be shifted into the blood pool, it meant this definitely wasn’t the power of an Ancient God, which meant it had been toyed with by its enemy.

After a short while.

The shadow vanished.

The dark green flames went out as well.

With a single thought, the Saint Heir stepped out of the blood pool.

The instant it emerged.

Both eyeballs flared with green fire, and the soul?deep agony came roaring back.

"Ah~"

It couldn’t keep from letting out a shrill scream.

Half an hour later.

The Saint Heir was shrouded in sheer, suffocating terror.

It had already cast more than a dozen Secret Techniques, including four blood sacrifices, burning through tens of thousands of offerings, yet its pair of eyeballs were still burning.

The only good news was that its soul’s perception had recovered; this meant it wouldn’t grow into a truly blind cripple.

But this was not due to the Secret Techniques.

It was because a portion of the curse power laid by the skull had faded away.

Enduring the torment, the Saint Heir made an unbearably humiliating decision—abandon the pursuit of its enemy.

Because the enemy commanded a dreadfully terrifying power; if it continued tracking them, there was a very real risk of falling to its death.

But giving up the chase did not mean doing nothing.

*

Canglan Star.

Carmenia Federation.

The middle?aged white man wrapped both arms around his young wife Sarah’s body, bringing an enjoyable post?dinner activity to an end.

This was something he had often fantasized about in his youth.

After he married, however, his wife didn’t like this way of doing things, repeatedly rejecting him, and he’d assumed he’d never have the chance to fulfill that fantasy in his lifetime.

Who would have thought Demons would invade the Federation, and he would seize great power, even being able to decide the life and death of ordinary people, thus realizing his youthful wish.

The middle?aged white man muttered to himself in his heart, "The Demon Realm isn’t so bad after all!"

He reached out, slapped his young wife’s back. "Sarah, get up."

Sarah obediently stood, fine beads of sweat hanging on her pale neck.

She gazed at her husband with a fawning expression, just about to speak—when she suddenly saw pain twist his face.

The middle?aged white man’s skin flushed red all over his body, and in the span of a single breath turned the color of blood.

"Ah~ it hurts~"

The middle?aged white man reached out a hand toward his wife, as if seeking her help.

Sarah’s first reaction was to quickly step back two paces.

This subconscious movement showed that she had had physical intimacy with her husband, but had never truly established any psychological intimacy.

Sarah immediately came to her senses; her husband was her pillar of support. If something happened to him, her own days would be very hard.

She hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "Ai Li, Ashley, come here, quick!"

Just as the words fell.

Something horrifying happened.

"Ah~"

The middle?aged white man let out an unprecedentedly loud wail; his skin melted like liquid, directly exposing bright red muscle.

Sarah was so frightened she fainted on the spot, toppling straight to the floor with a dull "thump."

The middle?aged white man’s muscles continued to melt, then the pale yellow fat, until only his organs and bones remained unchanged.

He did not die immediately; the pain made him pass out, then woke him up again, and this cycle repeated several times.

Only when the pain reached a critical point, causing his heart to suddenly stop, did he finally breathe his last.

Hundreds of kilometers away.

The Federation Capital White Stone City.

Yang Fan watched from afar as the middle?aged white man’s ordeal unfolded, and couldn’t help clicking his tongue a few times. "What a miserable way to go."

This was, of course, the Saint Heir’s retaliation.

This vicious secret technique was called the "Blood?Melting Curse." It wasn’t particularly profound; any random Knight could cast it.

From this small detail, he instantly inferred one thing—the Saint Heir was scared.

Because the Saint Heir only dared to take revenge on the man’s body, but didn’t dare touch his soul. This showed it had been screwed over badly enough to leave a deep psychological scar.

The corner of Yang Fan’s mouth curved slightly. "Looks like the Ancient God Curse packs more punch than I expected."

He wielded the Ancient God Nether Flame and could control trace amounts of the Ancient God Curse.

Just now, he had hidden a bit of the Ancient God Curse Source (Nether Spring) inside the middle?aged man’s soul.

The method was simple: wrap the Ancient God Curse with Nether Flame.

Then, when the Saint Heir thought it had found a lead and was ecstatic, he would reveal the Ancient God Curse right in front of it.

Although at a Venerable’s level, that infinitesimal wisp of curse was unlikely to kill the Saint Heir, it could definitely cause it enormous trouble.

Yang Fan gazed at the middle?aged white man’s corpse with a peculiar feeling in his heart.

With only Middle Rank Knight strength, he had confronted a Middle Venerable Level being and scared it so badly it no longer dared to descend. Across the entire Primordial World, there probably weren’t many Knights capable of that.

Just then.

A point of starlight suddenly emerged.

The Controller of the Satellite Star Formation, Wen Zehan, spoke up: "Mr. Ghost, we’ve received an urgent message. Eduardo, master of the Azure Palace, has contacted Great Xia via the Heaven Reaching Tower network.

"Mr. Eduardo says he’s willing, in his capacity as leader of the Federation, to surrender to Great Xia and the Pioneer Alliance, help Great Xia end this battlefield, and completely drive the demons off Canglan Star."

Yang Fan, unusually, froze for a moment.

He immediately realized that Eduardo must have been severely shaken during the descent ritual, and had finally come to his senses, deciding to do something to save hundreds of millions of Federation civilians.

He had never imagined that this clash with the demon Saint Heir would yield such an unexpected gain.

Wen Zehan then asked, "Do you think Great Xia should accept Eduardo’s offer?"

Yang Fan nodded without hesitation. "Of course."

He paused, then said, "This really is the perfect chance to end the Azik War. Even if Great Xia can’t completely resolve Carmenia, it can carve it up into several countries. By then, the demons’ threat to Canglan Civilization will be greatly reduced."

Wen Zehan agreed, "Indeed."

Yang Fan smiled again. "If I’m not mistaken, Eduardo must be very troubled about how to leave the Federation, right?"

Wen Zehan’s tone carried a hint of admiration. "Yes. Eduardo is surrounded entirely by people from demon factions, so he doesn’t dare act rashly. He hopes to obtain your help and head to a certain country on the Nan Jing Continent as soon as possible."

Yang Fan said calmly, "Leave that problem to me. Have the base at Atina prepare two live pigs."

Wen Zehan was stunned.

What did helping Eduardo leave Carmenia have to do with two live pigs?

But he didn’t press the question, merely replied, "Understood."

*

Thirty kilometers from the descent altar.

By now, the altar had completely collapsed. Since it was more than two hundred meters underground, the depth had mainly been to avoid Great Xia’s black technology reconnaissance.

Those who hadn’t escaped in time now had virtually zero chance of survival.

Including Eduardo, fewer than two hundred people had managed to withdraw from the altar in time, more than eighty percent of whom were peripheral Guards.

Previously, the Federation had set up a logistics transfer station here to transport supplies and sacrifices to the altar.

Now that Eduardo had escaped from the altar, he temporarily stayed at the transfer station.

As the Federation leader, he unceremoniously occupied the best suite in the station.

He also used "needing rest because of his injuries" as a pretext to shut his doors to all visitors.

"Buzz~"

His phone vibrated.

This meant a message from Great Xia had arrived.

Ordinary people in the Federation were forbidden from using phones and other electronic devices, but almost everyone in the federal upper echelon used them, and no one bothered to intervene.

Honestly, this behavior was downright baffling.

Ordinary people had limited access to classified information; they hardly had a chance to leak anything.

Yet the Federation upper echelon, who held vast amounts of secrets, were conveniently not restricted, and as a result, they leaked large quantities of secrets to Great Xia.

Eduardo quickly picked up the phone and glanced at it, then froze on the spot.

Zhang Hehua, who had changed into a different outfit, asked from the side, "What is it?"

Eduardo looked utterly bewildered. "Great Xia replied that the Great Xia Ghost will help us get out. The message tells us to go to the bathroom now and fill the bathtub with water."

Zhang Hehua was stunned as well.

Fill the bathtub with water? Was Great Xia sure this wasn’t a joke?