CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 371: DO NOT APPROACH

It was a vast, empty hall, with the floor paved with icy jade stone, exuding a misty cold air that shimmered in the violet light of the Luminous Pearl, lowering the temperature of the entire hall significantly.

Nangong Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands naturally placed on his lap, eyes shut, concentrating on regulating his breath and energy.

His inky black hair was not tied up but left unbound, adding an air of wicked charm and allure.

His complexion was even paler than usual, as if shrouded in moonlight, while a purple Netherworld Flower mark on his forehead flickered with an inexplicable mysteriousness and ghostliness.

Though the cold pervaded the hall, there was a fine sheen of sweat on his face, as if he was feeling hot.

On his exposed hands and arms were criss-crossing purple veins like vines, resembling some ancient script and curses, bizarre and sinister.

Suddenly, Nangong Mo’s body stiffened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes opening not in their usual Mo Yu black, but a ghostly, bewitching violet.

In that misty, mysterious violet hue, it seemed as if twin flames flickered and swayed, deep and flickering, mesmerizing and enchanting.

Nangong Mo pressed a hand to his heart, his thin lips tightly pursed, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Something’s wrong!

This time, the occurrence of the Nine Netherworld Curse seemed somewhat different from usual?

In the past, during episodes, the body felt as if it was burning in a raging fire, the scorching pain unbearable, while the internal organs and vital paths seemed to be gnawed by thousands of poisonous insects, a pain that pierced the bones and heart.

Adding to that was the reverse flow of blood and the chaotic True Qi rampaging within his body, leaving him in a state of extreme madness and agitation, screaming like a madman, craving to massacre the world and annihilate all life.

Only blood and slaughter could quell the frenzy inside.

Hence, every time it occurred, he would confine himself here.

The walls of this hall were carved from jade stone, about three meters thick, and the hall doors were forged from millennia-old Xuan Iron, reinforced by the Heavenly Silkworm Silk Array.

Unless he lost all reason and fell completely into madness, it would be hard to forcibly ’break’ out from within.

But this time, the heat seemed to be a different kind of indescribable tormenting heat?

A dark current and flame flowing within his blood, spreading throughout all the vital paths in his body.

The more he suppressed it, the more wildly the flame spread, nearly burning away all his reason.

Nangong Mo coughed up another mouthful of blood, his body tilting slightly, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the purple veins on the back of his whitened hand intertwining like intertwined vines.

And within the purple veins, a red glow seemed to faintly appear as if flames were burning.

Large beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, the white of his skin gradually tinged with a blush, making the purple Netherworld Flower mark on his brow even more eerie and alluring.

Nangong Mo picked up a nearby dagger, stabbing it hard into his arm, using the pain to awaken a sliver of clarity, preventing himself from losing all reason.

The dagger’s chilling light reflected in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered the dagger Yun Ran had used to stab him.

Could it be that the blade was coated with something that could induce or even alter the Nine Netherworld Curse?

Yun Ran had appeared inexplicably in the deep mountains and stabbed him as soon as she awoke, and her gaze at that time was clearly off!

Vague, ethereal, empty, it was not the gaze he was familiar with, nor the person he knew.

Thinking about it, it seemed as if she had been subjected to the Soul Capturing Technique.

But with her astuteness and skills, how could she easily fall prey to the Soul Capturing Technique?

The Nine Netherworld Curse... could it be that person?

But even he might not have such capabilities, would he?

Regardless, that lass strangely falling asleep in the deep mountains, with her behavior being abnormal and eerie, it is imperative to uncover everything behind this quickly, for if she truly has been targeted by that person...

Nangong Mo’s eyes flashed with a surge of killing intent, as the turmoil inside caused his True Qi to rage wildly, causing him to cough up yet another mouthful of blood.

And the fierce and burning flame within him grew even crazier, like a wildfire.

Nangong Mo pressed his lips tightly, his hand lifting and dropping the blade again into his body, using the pain to ease the scorching heatwave within.

At that moment, the sound of chains being tugged came from outside the tightly closed hall doors, and Nangong Mo suddenly furrowed his brow and shouted in a deep voice:

"Stay back! Do not approach!"