The white wind blew, stirring the sand and swaying the white plants.2

Li Youfei lay on the ground, as still as a corpse. His fifteen-meter frame emanated a nauseating stench that the wind couldn’t dispel, and could be smelled from quite a distance away. Even from a distance it was possible to see parts of his flesh rotting away to reveal bones beneath. He was completely enveloped in an aura of death. He was in this state because of a combination of the gruish nature of the white wind and the flare-up of Crimson Mother’s curse. He was stricken both in his physical body and his soul. He wasn’t very far away from being actually dead. Or more precisely, he was already half a step into the Yellow Springs. Only a scrap of defiance within him kept hold of the very last bit of life force he had left. However, that defiance and struggle also inflicted more pain and suffering on him.0

Xu Qing approached, checked his condition, and then shook his head.0

Can’t be saved.3

Xu Qing had some painquelling lozenges, but all they did was reduce the torment of curse flare-ups. They didn’t actually treat the curse itself. In fact, as far as Xu Qing could tell, they actually made it worse.4

If Li Youfei ate a painquelling lozenge,...0