On his true form, a peculiar ripple began to surface.
Moments later, he opened his eyes, a glimmer within them.
"Yes, this is it, the aura of the Bloodline Curse of Wen Jun."
In his eyes, Divine Light flashed, countless chains and runes appeared, forming his irises.
Within his sight, for ten thousand miles around, everything was shrouded, permeated, and hidden by an ominous aura.
"It's here, indeed. Wen Jun left no inheritance, but that doesn't mean the Bloodline Curse has vanished.
Move forward, to reach the land of the Undying Mandala, you must cross this cursed land of ten thousand miles.
Passing through here means certainly succumbing to the Bloodline Curse.
No others are seen now; those who entered here back then have certainly passed away.
The member of the Liao Family bore all the costs.
He undoubtedly made a deal with others, helping them pass through."
"Lord, in such an extensive area, can the treasure be found?" No.1 asked.
