Chapter 121: Blood Curse
A bundle of blood qi invaded Wei Yuan’s sea of consciousness and transformed into a massive ghost beast. When it opened its eyes, it was immediately greeted by the sight of a boundless expanse.
Flabbergasted, the ghost beast wasn’t sure what to do at first. However, a Great Warlock’s blood curse possessed a certain level of sentience. After circling around the area a couple times, it eventually locked onto the spot boasting the thickest fortune and pounced toward the moon!
Shadows stirred, and the head of a three-eyed bird emerged from the moon. It then opened one eye and gave the ghost beast a cold, unfeeling look. Terrified, the ghost beast immediately turned tail and escaped Wei Yuan’s sea consciousness. Tracing a karmic bond, it ran like hell and eventually plunged head first into a doll.
All of a sudden, an onslaught of dizziness and disgust overcame Wei Yuan. It was accompanied by a sense of emptiness and weakness that gripped his whole body as well. Two streams of warm liquid flowed out of his nostrils without warning, and he wiped it with his hand. When he looked, he discovered that it was pungent, dark green blood!
Sudden realization struck him, and he immediately pulled out a cloth doll from his shirt. Its once cheerful face was now contorted in agony as black blood began oozing out of its eyes! When Wei Yuan tightened his grip a little, wounds immediately burst open all across the doll. Not only that, black blood seeped out of the wounds and stung his hand with excruciating pain. He hurriedly threw the doll to the ground.
This was the blood curse of a Great Warlock!
He was lucky that the doll had taken away a portion of the damage. Otherwise, there was a not insignificant chance that he might have perished then and there. A Great Warlock’s blood curse was notoriously powerful. Even with the Power of the Realm to protect him, the enemy had sacrificed hundreds of human lives to amplify its power. Without the doll to share the burden, Wei Yuan knew he had little chance of survival.
Wei Yuan was mistaken, however. He was the one who had taken away a portion of the doll’s damage, not the other way around. He would have been in the same state even if he didn’t have the doll with him.
Wei Yuan could not help but feel a little dizzy after taking a blood curse. As he rested, images of human cultivators toppling left and right kept invading his vision. Behind the platform, hundreds of humans had been beheaded to amplify the blood curse, not even spared the dignity of dying with their faces shown. When Wei Yuan looked around for his riders and found no one, he abruptly recalled that everyone had already fallen in battle.