The chaotic Divine Techniques were like a storm, with vital energy pouring into the void. The Dao kept converging and then shattering continuously. The figures of Qin San and Luo Er collided like cots in the night sky, and even the aftermath of their clash was enough to make the second layer of the stone stairway tremble.
Fan Wubing had cald down.
He knew it was impossible to delay any longer. The key now was to understand the fundantal principle behind how the curse worked to find a way to counter it. In his perception, it felt like an invisible will was continuously trying to descend upon him.
And his severed right shoulder couldn’t regrow because of the oppression from this invisible will.
Even though his blood had fully replenished.
Fan Wubing attempted to use "Devouring the Stars and Chewing the Moon" to consu that will. But he imdiately felt like he was punching into cotton. "Devouring the Stars and Chewing the Moon" was powerful, as long as it could be consud, the "Tongue Desire" would be able to complete the digestion.
But the key point was, at this mont, he couldn’t even find the will shrouding him.
Without a target, how could it be devoured?
The oppression on his will was what Fan Wubing feared the most. Because this ant he had to use a strong enough divine soul and Dao to counter it; sheer cultivation and physical strength weren’t sufficient.
He quickly started playing "Echo of the Rain Dragon from the Heavenly River" in his mind.
Entering a state of undistracted focus, he felt slightly relieved.
But the problem still wasn’t resolved. He felt his blood and flesh were in a strange state, no longer under his natural control, as if he were dealing with a body not entirely familiar to him.
This was more terrifying than a soul take-over.
A soul take-over only ant driving soone else’s soul out, seizing the Purple Mansion, controlling the body.
But the reincarnation of the Curse Dao slowly transford one into another person entirely, sparing neither the physical body nor the divine soul. Fan Wubing was sure that if he didn’t stop this process, he would soon beco that mountain of flesh, Zhang Yi. He himself would utterly disappear, ceasing to exist.
"No, I can’t sit here and wait for death!"
Fan Wubing was extraordinarily calm, quickly deducing that he couldn’t wait for Qin San to deal with Luo Er. Even if Luo Er wasn’t a match for Qin San, at this level of unity, one side trying to kill the other would require considerable effort unless there was an overwhelming Dao suppression.
What to do?
What to do?
He suddenly thought of a question.
After the death curse in the Curse Dao is activated, what happens if the cursed person dies before the reincarnation is complete?
Thinking of this question, he hurriedly shouted towards Qin San, "Third Sister, what happens to the death curse if I die?"
Qin San, under little pressure from Luo Er, created so distance and answered the question, "The curse will end. And Zhang Yi would reincarnate at the place of your death."
So strong?!
The death curse seed to be just one of many curses in the Curse Dao.
However, having figured this out, Fan Wubing thought of a solution.
He decided to take a gamble.
Taking a deep breath, he completely released his resistance, letting the will cover and occupy him.
While battling Luo Er and watching Fan Wubing, Qin San imdiately sensed sothing unusual, "What are you doing!" She was shocked and tried to break away from Luo Er to quickly check on Fan Wubing.
But Luo Er was relentless, using a body technique Divine Technique to swiftly approach.
Qin San’s eyes welled up with imnse anger, "Get lost!" Suddenly, in the void, a huge beast’s mouth appeared, resembling the Moon-devouring Pelican. She had the Moon-devouring Pelican swallow Luo Er, then flashed to Fan Wubing’s side.
"Stupid brother!"
Qin San felt Fan Wubing’s life force rapidly extinguishing.
She widened her eyes in horror because Fan Wubing wasn’t just being devoured by Zhang Yi’s reincarnation but had also detonated his own blood energy. He was committing suicide!
Recalling the question he just asked, Qin San’s face imdiately turned ashen.
The speed of the blood energy’s self-detonation was so fast that even though Qin San noticed, she couldn’t stop it at all.
Fan Wubing’s life force completely vanished.
With his death, Zhang Yi was reborn in the sa spot. A massive and filthy life force appeared out of nowhere, beginning as a flesh sprout in the void, then rapidly expanding and transforming at a visible speed. In just two breaths, he had fully beco Zhang Yi.
His mountainous obese body pressed down on the coiled stone stairs.
The massive and filthy energy perated the surroundings.
Qin San couldn’t believe Fan Wubing had just committed suicide, staring blankly at Zhang Yi.
At this mont, Luo Er also broke free from the Moon-devouring Pelican’s mouth and stepped to land behind Qin San.
From Zhang Yi’s belly ca a rumbling sound, "It sure took quite so effort." He lowered his head, staring at Qin San, "Tsk tsk. Was it worth exposing your identity for a fool? If it weren’t for today’s incident, I wouldn’t have known you were the sa person as Princess Consort Ya locked in the prison. You’re truly the greatest actress of the forr Great Li, a perforr with a thousand faces."
"That’s why I say, a fool is just a fool. Clearly, if you just listened to and went with Zhao Qi once, nothing would be lost, and you would gain extre pleasure. But you insisted on holding onto so-called boundaries... what boundaries do people in the Abyssal Prison need? More important than their lives?" Zhang Yi said, shaking his head. His neck was full of fat, and when he shook his head, the fat jiggled.
Qin San stared heavily at Zhang Yi.
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