The Curse King had a mysterious background—he seemed to be a denizen of the darkness. To Lu Yun, he was everywhere and anywhere. He didn’t seem predisposed to leaving Lu Yun alone. No matter where Lu Yun was, there was also the Curse King.

And here he was again, this time stronger than the replica that Yueyi had killed. The presence of a great dao wrapped around him; it was the same as the one around the girl in an outfit of feathers. Plainly, they were from the same place.

Compared to the Curse King, the girl seemed more real to Lu Yun. For reasons unknown, the Curse King imparted an intangible feeling, as if he shouldn’t exist.

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