Cultivating Quietly for a Thousand Years
Chapter 862
Mad Curse, Septillion
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Liu Bei began to preach Dao to the white flower in front of him, no matter if he could listen.
Most of the area in the third Dao Field was still barren. Only the area under the tree was covered in flowers.
Year after year passed.
The Book of Misfortune was finally improved after 89,000 years.
It was upgraded from a Great Dao Supreme Treasure to an Ultimate Dao Treasure.
The Great Dao Supreme Treasure was the same as the Chaotic Supreme Treasure. The Great Dao level was the same as the Chaotic level. The reason the Book of Misfortunes was not the Supreme Treasure that Chaos might be because it was related to the Great Dao.
After successfully upgrading, Han Jue took out the Book of Misfortune. A black light exploded and shone on his face.
The terrifying curse power contained in the Book of Misfortune made the book itself heavy. Even he, a Great Daoist, felt his heart pounding.
What kind of monster is he keeping?
Han Jue felt a little uneasy.
"Will the Book of Misfortunes cause a counterattack on me?"
(1 trillion years of life will be reduced. Do you want to continue?]
Proceed on!
[Not for the moment.]
That nice.
Looks like he should be more careful when upgrading next time.
Han Jue took a deep breath, held onto the Book of Misadventures, and began to curse the Primordial Ancestral God.
I know it!
This time, he was finally able to curse the Primordial Ancestral God!
Han Jue's body trembled and he instantly cursed with all his might.
The violent power of the curse was like a chaotic tsunami that swept across the Primordial Ancestral God with an unstoppable force.
At the same time.
In the clear sky, a circular stone platform floated up. A figure emitting divine light was meditating on the highest stone platform. All sorts of strange beasts ran around him, and his true appearance could not be seen.
The Primordial Ancestral God!
He suddenly opened his eyes. The divine light could not cover his cold eyes, as if he could see everything in the world.
"Master Forbidden Darkness ..." The Primordial Ancestral God said a name in his mind.
She's panicking.
This was the first time he was cursed. One must know that he has the Chaotic Divine Body and cannot be cursed by karma.
What the hell is going on? He subconsciously thought of Han Jue when he thought of the Forbidden Prince of Darkness.
Han Jue was most likely the Prohibited Dark Lord. After all, this fellow had once killed twenty thousand Divine Authority Generals with a single strike.
However, Han Jue was hiding in Dao Field. Even he, the leader of the Divine Spirit, could not spy on his Dao Field.
What if the Forbidden Prince of Darkness wasn't Han Jue?
The Primordial Ancestral God suddenly thought of such a possibility.
The Forbidden Prince of Darkness was too mysterious and inconclusive at all. He could deduce and know Han Jue's past when the latter left his Dao Field.
Other than when Han Jue was hiding in the Dao Field, he indeed did not curse anyone when he came out.
Who else if not Han Jue?
Demon Ancestors?
Lord Life?
Or the illusory Dao Ancestor? The Primordial Ancestral God guessed as he fought the curse.
He's frustrated.
He had gradually lost control of the Chaos ever since Ancestor Dao disappeared.
The Primordial Ancestral God could not figure it out. He only felt that other existences wanted to stir up Chaos.
Even though he was the leader of the Divine Spirit, the higher he stood, the more he was afraid. At the very least, he knew that there was a terrifying existence above the Great Dao, but it was not inside the Chaos.
Just like that, day after day passed.
The Primordial Ancestral God canceled the curse, so he did not panic.
However, the power of the curse suddenly increased five days later!
The Primordial Ancestral God was startled and hurriedly tried his best to block. However, the power of the curse surged with an unstoppable force. It was a thousand times stronger than before, ten thousand times stronger!
"How is this possible? What is this power?”
A storm appeared in the Primordial Ancestor of God's heart.
Inside the Daoist temple.
Han Jue cursed with all his might. The Book of Misfortunes emitted clumps of a strange black aura that formed a mist that filled the temple.
As he stared at his age, he opened the email and checked the situation.
His age is rapidly declining.
10 Billion years!
100 Billion years!
A trillion years!
10 Trillion years!
Han Jue was already preparing to bleed. Since he wanted to curse, he would curse the Primordial Ancestral God until he was crippled.
His age is declining!
(Because of your curse, the Great Dao of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, is broken.]
Just broken?
Han Jue continued to curse.
He did not wish to curse the Primordial Ancestral God to death. At the very least, he wanted to severely injure her and not give her the opportunity to join the Divine Authority General.
Han Jue suddenly felt something at this moment.
As he cursed, he looked towards Chaos.
Someone has reached the Supreme Realm!
Only the Great Dao Supreme could sense it.
Above the three thousand Great Dao, a will looked down on Chaos, just like him back then. However, Han Jue could not see his true appearance.
Han Jue did not mind and did not want to offend the other party. He's focused on curses.
He no longer cared about those who had just entered the Great Dao Realm.
Han Jue secretly decided to donate a septillion years from his lifetime to curse the Primordial Ancestral God.
Yep!
Septillion years!
Han Jue's eyes became even colder.
Soon, his lifespan was reduced by 100 quadrillion years. However, he did not trigger a second email.
The Primordial Ancestral God is something!
Han Jue gritted his teeth and held on.
200 Quadrillion years!
300 Quadrillion years!
400 Quadrillion years!
[Because of your curse, the Great Dao of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, is fractured and the heart of his Dao is broken.]
Proceed on!
500 Quadrillion years!
(Because of your curse, the cultivation of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, has decreased. The Supreme Power in chaos.]
Not enough!
Han Jue's eyes turned red.
Not because his body was burdened, but he would break the record to spend his life.
600 Quadrillion years!
700 Quadrillion years!
(Because of your curse, your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, has developed a demon mentality within his Dao heart.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, has destroyed his mental demons. He had comprehended the Supreme Rule and his cultivation had increased.]
As expected of you!
Then continue!
Han Jue did not panic at all. The amount he was prepared to spend had not reached the minimum age figure.
800 Quadrillion years old!
900 Quadrillion years old!
(Because of your curse, the Great Dao of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, is broken.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, suffered a backlash from the General of Divine Authority.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, used his will to recover his body and cultivation.]
Heh!
Let's see who can afford to waste more ages!
The Book of Misadventures trembled slightly and a strange black aura surrounded Han Jue.
Han Jue cursed patiently.
At the same time.
A ball of Qi appeared in absolute darkness at the end of Chaos.
This Qi quickly solidified into a figure and slowly stepped out of the darkness. He was wearing a black robe and a blood-stained black armor underneath. His black hair was fluttering recklessly and his face was cold. His eyes were pale and did not have black pupils.
“Leader of Divine Spirit, Your Dao is a mess. I'm not expecting you to have a day like that.
The white-eyed man in black robes sneered and walked towards Chaos. Each step crossed the vast Chaos Domain and constantly approached the three thousand Great Dao.
1.3 Septillion years!
(Because of your curse, the cultivation of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, has decreased drastically. His body has been destroyed.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, used the power of the Great Dao to recover his body and cultivation.]
[Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, was attacked by a mysterious mighty figure.]
Han Jue raised his eyebrows.
Where did this little angel come from?
Nice work!
Han Jue became even more excited and continued to curse.
1.4 Septillion years! 1.5 Septillion years!
[Because of your curse, the origin of the soul of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestral God, is broken.]