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.

In fact, he wanted to ask, since it can't be crossed, how to search for it.

Wig White Water Egg was in a good mood, smilingly pointing to the ten-thousand-mile area ahead.

"No need to search; this ten-thousand-mile land itself is the treasure.

I once heard that back then, Wen Jun used the Bloodline Curse to decimate the entire Copper Clan.

No one knows to this day how he bore the cost to be paid.

Even the most savage deities wouldn't dare to annihilate a clan in such a manner.

They would rather use knives and axes to gradually eliminate the entire clan of those who resisted.

Back then, the extirpation of the entire Copper Clan was, to be precise, not directly due to Wen Jun's Bloodline Curse.

After being cursed, as time went by, they were indeed doomed to die.

Rumor has it that to prevent the curse's spread elsewhere, they were exiled to a dead land, where they all perished.

In reality, someone used Great Divine Power, spent vast amounts of time, and refined the entire Copper Clan to death.

With their resentment and unwillingness, they became the carriers of this strongest Bloodline Curse in history.

Finally, using the flesh and bones of the Copper Clan, it became the only treasure capable of wielding the Bloodline Curse after Wen Jun's death.

This ten-thousand-mile area is that dead land from back then.

The place where the entire Copper Clan was exiled."

Wig White Water Egg did not say how he knew these things, but such certainty naturally had its basis.

Wig White Water Egg was in great spirits, having no need to move forward, nor to meet the Undying Mandala.

He formed a Seal with his hands, chanting an ancient and majestic anthem in an unknown language.

As the chanting sounded, in the ten-thousand-mile area ahead, in the Magma Sea, heat waves surged, and scalding copper juice rolled up from the depths of the Magma Sea.

Shaping into giants, ranging from ten feet tall to dozens, hundreds, and thousands of feet.

Heavy resentment, mingled with evil qi, formed endless wails and screams.

It was as if back then, the entire Copper Clan had been driven into the Magma Sea, tortured alive by someone using the Magma Sea, all refined just to obtain Wen Jun's Bloodline Curse.

Now, the Bloodline Curse had more resentment, more evil qi, and more ominous aura, making it even seven parts more sinister than the Bloodline Curse wielded by Wen Jun.

With Wig White Water Egg's chanting, the copper juice-formed giants kept shattering, turning into scorching rivers of copper juice that converged towards him.

Terrifying curse aura also emerged.

The copper juice slowly coalesced into a blindingly radiant sphere, slowly cooling down over time, forming a copper seal over a foot long and thick.

On top was a copper man with an open mouth, full of despair and hatred, seemingly struggling to burst from the copper seal, like sinking into mire, striving to crawl out.

And at the base of the copper seal, in ancient script, four large characters were inscribed.

Bloodline Curse.

Only this Bloodline Curse could be directly referred to by the name of Bloodline Curse.

Wig White Water Egg extended his hand to grasp the copper seal, a sizzling sound emanating from his palm, as if undergoing torture by fire branding.

He remained expressionless, directly ignoring such harm.

To wield this copper seal, one had to endure such a cost every moment.