Chapter 862 Crazy Curse, Septillion
Liu Bei began to preach the Dao to the white flower in front of him, not caring if it 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 upgraded 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 a Chaotic Supreme Treasure. The Great Dao level was the same as the Chaotic level. The reason the Book of Misfortune was not a Chaotic Supreme Treasure was probably that it was related to the Great Dao.
After successfully upgrading, Han Jue took out the Book of Misfortune. A black light burst out and shone on his face.
The terrifying curse power contained in the Book of Misfortune made the book itself heavy. Even he, a Great Dao Supreme, felt his heart palpitate.
What kind of monster had he nurtured?
Han Jue felt a little uneasy.
“Will the Book of Misfortune cause a backlash on me?”
(1 trillion years of lifespan will be deducted. Do you want to continue?]
Continue!
[Not for the time being.]
That was good.
It seemed that he had to be more cautious when upgrading next time.
Han Jue took a deep breath, held the Book of Misfortune, and started cursing the Primordial Ancestor God.
I knew it!
This time, he could finally curse the Primordial Ancestral God!
Han Jue’s body shook and he immediately cursed with all his might.
The violent curse power was like a chaotic tsunami that swept towards the Primordial Ancestor God with unstoppable force.
At the same time.
In a bright sky, circular stone platforms floated. 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.
Primordial Ancestor God!
He suddenly opened his eyes. The divine light couldn’t cover his cold eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.
“Dark Forbidden Lord…” the Primordial Ancestor God said a name in his mind.
He panicked.
This was the first time he had been cursed. One had to know that he had the Chaotic Divine Body and could not be cursed by karma.
What was going on? He subconsciously thought of Han Jue when he thought of the Dark Forbidden Lord.
Han Jue was very likely the Dark Forbidden Lord. After all, this fellow had once killed twenty thousand Divine Authority Generals with a single strike.
However, Han Jue had been hiding in the Dao Field. Even he, the leader of the Divine Spirits, couldn’t spy on his Dao Field.
What if the Dark Forbidden Lord was not Han Jue?
The Primordial Ancestor God suddenly thought of such a possibility.
The Dark Forbidden Lord was too mysterious and couldn’t be deduced at all. He could deduce and know Han Jue’s past when the latter left his Dao Field.
Apart from the time Han Jue hid in the Dao Field, he indeed didn’t curse anyone when he went out.
Who else could it be but Han Jue?
The Devil Ancestor?
The Life Lord?
Or the illusory Dao Ancestor? The Primordial Ancestor God guessed as he resisted the curse.
He was frustrated.
He gradually lost control of the Chaos ever since the Dao Ancestor disappeared.
The Primordial Ancestor God couldn’t figure it out. He only felt that other existences wanted to stir the Chaos.
Although he was the leader of the Divine Spirits, the higher he stood, the more afraid he was. At least, he knew that there was a terrifying existence above the Great Dao, but it was not in the Chaos.
Just like that, day after day passed.
The Primordial Ancestor God canceled out the curse, so he did not panic.
However, the curse power suddenly increased five days later!
The Primordial Ancestor God was shocked and hurriedly tried his best to block. However, the curse power soared with an unstoppable force. It was a thousand times stronger than before, ten thousand times stronger!
“How is this possible? What power is this?”
A storm brewed in the Primordial Ancestor of God’s heart.
Inside the Daoist temple.
Han Jue cursed with all his might. The Book of Misfortune emitted wisps of strange black aura that formed a fog that filled the temple.
As he stared at his lifespan, he opened the emails and checked the situation.
His lifespan decreased rapidly.
10 billion years!
100 billion years!
A trillion years!
10 trillion years!
Han Jue was already prepared to bleed. Since he wanted to curse, he would curse the Primordial Ancestor God until he was crippled.
His lifespan continued to decrease!
Han Jue lost 10 quadrillion years of his lifespan after a long time!
(Because of your curse, the Great Dao of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, was damaged.]
Only damaged?
Han Jue continued cursing.
He didn’t want to curse the Primordial Ancestor God to death. At the very least, he wanted to severely injure him and not give him a chance to fuse with the Divine Authority General.
Han Jue suddenly felt something at this moment.
As he cursed, he looked at the Chaos.
Someone had achieved the Supreme Realm!
Only a Great Dao Supreme could sense it.
Above the three thousand Great Dao, a will was looking down at the Chaos, just like him back then. However, Han Jue couldn’t see his true appearance.
Han Jue didn’t mind and didn’t want to offend the other party. He focused on cursing.
He no longer cared about those who had just entered the Great Dao Supreme Realm.
Han Jue secretly decided to contribute a septillion years of his lifespan to curse the Primordial Ancestor God.
Yes!
A septillion years!
Han Jue’s eyes turned colder.
Soon, his lifespan decreased by 100 quadrillion years. Even so, he did not trigger a second email.
The Primordial Ancestor God was something!
Han Jue gritted his teeth and persisted.
200 quadrillion years!
300 quadrillion years!
400 quadrillion years!
[Because of your curse, the Great Dao of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, cracked and his Dao heart was damaged.]
Continue!
500 quadrillion years!
(Because of your curse, the cultivation of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, has declined. The Supreme Power is in chaos.]
Not enough!
Han Jue’s eyes turned red.
It was not that his body was burdened, but that he would break the record for spending his lifespan.
600 quadrillion years!
700 quadrillion years!
(Because of your curse, your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, has developed mental demons in his Dao heart.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, has destroyed his mental demon. He has comprehended the Supreme Rules and his cultivation has increased.]
As expected of you!
Then continue!
Han Jue didn’t panic at all. The number he had prepared to spend hadn’t reached the minimum lifespan number yet.
800 quadrillion years of lifespan!
900 quadrillion years of lifespan!
(Because of your curse, the Great Dao of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, was damaged.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, suffered a backlash from the Divine Authority General.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, used his will to recover his body and cultivation.]
Heh!
Let’s see who can afford to waste more lifespan!
The Book of Misfortune trembled slightly and a strange black aura surrounded Han Jue.
1 quintillion years!
Han Jue cursed patiently.
At the same time.
A ball of Qi appeared in the absolute darkness at the edge of the Chaos.
This Qi quickly condensed into a figure and slowly stepped out of the darkness. He wore a black robe and blood-stained black armor under it. His black hair fluttered wantonly and his face was cold. His eyes were pale and did not have black pupils.
“Leader of the Divine Spirits, your Dao is in shambles. I didn’t expect you to have such a day.”
The black-robed white-eyed man sneered and walked towards the Chaos. Every step crossed the vast Chaotic Domain and constantly approached the three thousand Great Dao.
1.3 quintillion years!
(Because of your curse, the cultivation of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, has decreased greatly. His body has been destroyed.]
(Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, used the power of the Great Dao to recover his body and cultivation.]
[Your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, was attacked by a mysterious mighty figure.]
Han Jue raised his eyebrows.
Where did this little angel come from?
Well done!
Han Jue became even more excited and continued cursing.
1.4 quintillion years! 1.5 quintillion years!
[Because of your curse, the soul origin of your enemy, the Primordial Ancestor God, was damaged.]
