Outside, Blade Master Hai Bian quickly departed with Qing Lian.
He had a relic, so the Curse Power had little effect on him.
Qing Lian asked, "Blade Master, why must we flee?"
Blade Master Hai Bian said, "Because that person told us to leave. So, no need to hesitate, just leave."
Qing Lian was confused. "But my senior sisters have all gone in. There shouldn’t be any problem, right?
If there is a problem, aren’t the people inside in more danger?
If so, I have to go help my senior sisters."
Blade Master Hai Bian said helplessly, "Fairy, shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself first?
Oh, I don’t mean worrying about your own safety. I mean worrying about whether you’ll be a liability.
If something happens, it would be bad if your senior sisters had to look out for you."
Blade Master Hai Bian was usually a considerate person, and it wasn’t in his nature to say such things. But this Qing Lian was constantly worrying about others while paying no mind to herself. With her Tier Two Cultivation, she should have been the first to flee.
Blade Master Hai Bian’s words cut Qing Lian to the quick. They implied that she was not only useless but also failed to recognize her own weakness.
In the end, she lowered her head and said nothing, asked nothing.
She began to doubt herself. ’Was I wrong?’
Of course, Blade Master Hai Bian couldn’t be bothered with all that. Fleeing was the priority.
If it were one of the Fairies from the group, he wouldn’t have to be so considerate. For example, if it were Mo Yan, he would have just knocked her out and carried her away.
Of course, Mo Yan would never care if anyone inside was in danger.
At most, she would offer to help find a Clothes Tomb for them, free of charge. If she could contact them, she might even ask if they wanted a discount.
Besides, when it was time to run, she would run—and faster than anyone else.
Demon Cultivators weren’t sentimental about saving their own skin.
Just then, Blade Master Hai Bian sensed several beams of sword light descending from the sky.
Qing Lian was also surprised and looked up.
They saw four beams of sword light appear in the sky above the stone steles.
"Seniors from the Sword Cultivation Lineage?" Qing Lian asked. "With their support, there shouldn’t be a major problem, right?"
Blade Master Hai Bian said, "Perhaps."
Their Cultivation was too low, and they didn’t know much. They couldn’t say for sure what would happen next.
It was better to focus on escaping.
—
"This should be the place. I didn’t expect it to be this dangerous, but it’s not as exaggerated as the rumors say," the white-haired Sword Cultivator said, standing in the air above the three stone steles.
He had recently become a Tier Seven Daoist, so he was able to fly by Stepping on Air here.
The other three were able to fly entirely thanks to him.
"What should we do now? This looks like some kind of Seal, and it’s still active," said a middle-aged Sword Cultivator.
The white-haired Sword Cultivator thought for a moment. "What do you think is underneath the Seal?"
The others were all taken aback.
Then, the white-haired Sword Cultivator continued, "Have you ever considered that what’s sealed below could be a Magical Treasure, or perhaps Innate Materials related to curses?"
"Senior Brother, what do you mean?"
The white-haired Sword Cultivator said, "Break the Seal. With our strength, we can handle most things. A mere Exotic Treasure is not enough to threaten us."
The middle-aged man from the beginning said, "But the steles sealing this thing don’t look simple. Wouldn’t this be a bit reckless?"
"I think it’s feasible. Worst case, if the thing inside is truly beyond our capabilities, we can just retreat. Then, our various peaks can join forces and suppress this place together," said a younger-looking Sword Cultivator.
After weighing the pros and cons, the four of them decided to subjugate whatever was inside.
After so long, no matter how powerful the thing was, it should have weakened by now.
If it were Treasures of Heaven and Earth, they might have actually improved over time, but that would only mean the risk factor was even lower.
"I’ll provoke the sealed item to see if it has any intelligence. You three suppress the Seal and see if you can break it," the white-haired Sword Cultivator ordered.
The other three then moved to suppress one stele each, while the white-haired Sword Cultivator unleashed his Sword Dao power, sending a majestic Sword Intent hurtling toward the center of the Seal.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zuo, who was in the process of sealing the Master of Curses, suddenly felt the power of the altar being suppressed.
Then, a long sword plunged down, stabbing directly into the core of the curse.
"ROAR—"
A tremendous roar erupted instantly. Endless Curse Power surged out as if it cost nothing. The Curse Power seemed tangible—violent, ominous, and malevolent.
It felt as though a single glance would cause one to be assimilated by the Curse Power.
If not for the altar’s protection, Jingyue and Su Qi would have been completely unable to resist it.
This was no longer just simple Curse Power. It was a curse in itself—a curse of assimilation.
Seeing this, Jiang Zuo immediately stopped the sealing process.
’Isn’t it good to be alive?’ Jiang Zuo had to admire the people from the Sword Cultivation Lineage. They were really in a hurry to get reincarnated.
That sword strike hadn’t just woken the Master of Curses; it had caused his power to spiral out of control.
The Sword Cultivation Lineage was practically finished. It was impossible for only a few to die. Even if Jian Shisan himself took action, this incident would be enough to cause catastrophic losses for the lineage.
Tier Seven?
A Tier Seven Daoist?
These people weren’t even worth a second glance.
A newly awakening Master of Curses was something far beyond their imagination.
—
Not far from the steles, a Cultivator with a turtle shell on his back held a strange Magical Treasure. A camera on the treasure was pointed toward the darkness.
"It’s true! That Daoist didn’t lie to me. This thing is amazing, an absolute must-have for live-streaming," the Cultivator said, very excited.
He had met a Daoist who told him that no matter how dark it was, this Magical Treasure would allow him to broadcast normally.
And with the turtle shell protecting him from the dangerous aura, he was perfectly safe.
"Fellow Daoists, this is the core of the Secret Realm! See those steles? There must be a lot of good stuff there. Let’s go take a look," the Cultivator said to the camera.
This was the breath of fresh air in the live-streaming world—the fearless streamer. If this streamer were broadcasting in the normal world, he would have been banned long ago. Fortunately, their circles were different.
But today’s Secret Realm stream was a bit boring. It didn’t showcase what made the streamer special at all.
Soon, a one-dollar donation appeared in the stream with a comment: "This is boring. The vibe is all wrong if the streamer isn’t risking his life. I’ll watch a little longer, but if nothing interesting happens, I’m off to watch the Fairies."
Another one-dollar donation popped up: "So boring. Isn’t there anything more exciting?"
As the streamer, the Cultivator felt helpless. He had been branded as fearless, and ordinary streams no longer satisfied these people.
Lately, it was better not to stream at all. Whenever he went live, he would just keep losing followers.
But just then, he happened to see four people arrive above the stone steles, and not long after, they made their move.
A beam of sword light appeared. The powerful special effect was so sudden that it stunned everyone watching.
But before the shock wore off, a cloud of black smoke—so terrifying it could make your legs go weak even through the screen—suddenly billowed out.
The Sword Cultivator, who had seemed boundlessly powerful just a moment ago, was instantly engulfed by the black smoke. An agonizing, bloodcurdling scream immediately followed.
"No, no, don’t—AHHHHHHHHHH!"