It was late at night. Darkness filled heaven and earth. In the mudbrick cities of the Bitter Life Mountains, lantern light flickered in the wind. The wind never ended, and occasionally sent sand swirling through the city streets. Although not a lot of sand and wind reached the cities, there was enough to create an unsettling sound when it scraped past the doors of the houses. However, long-term residents got used to the sound. Even Xu Qing, after about half a year of dealing with the wind, considered it just another part of life.0

At the moment, he was studying curse information, and his eyes were shining. Three days had passed since he visited the Moonrebel Congregation. During that time, he had immersed himself in poring over curse research information.0

The people in the Moonrebel Congregation have studied the curse down to the finest details.0

Already, he felt that the poison pills and spirit stones he had spent to purchase curse information had been more than worth it.0

The information was very comprehensive, and was obviously not the work of just a single generation of researchers. It was clearly the result of many years...1