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The dark green and gold Blood Beads emanated immense life force and immortal Daoist Intent. He unhesitatingly took out five and pressed them into Qi Yun’s hand.

"Nephew Qi, I will now impart a technique to you!" Qian Xin Master’s tone was unprecedentedly solemn. He took a deep breath, and the bizarre, dazzling [Thousand Illusion Red Dust Realm], which reflected all the phenomena of the mortal world, suddenly materialized behind him.

Billowing red mist shrouded the space of several yards around him and Qi Yun, temporarily isolating their auras from the outside world.

"This technique is one I came upon by chance in my early years. It is called the [Avoiding Tribulation Curse]!"

"This Curse is profound and mysterious. It uses Spiritual Objects from Heaven and Earth that contain immense life force or special Daoist Intent as a catalyst, allowing a Cultivator to form a Spell within their body that provides Death Replacement and blocks disaster.

Once formed, if one encounters an irresistible calamity, this Curse will activate on its own to take the brunt of the disaster, nullifying it once.

Ever since I obtained this technique, I have never used it. Its casting conditions are demanding, it consumes precious Spiritual Objects, and I don’t know the limits of its effectiveness.

I have no idea if it will even work against the wrath of a True Monarch."

His speech was extremely fast, yet every word was as clear as the chiming of gold and jade. A segment of ancient, profound scripture—a Spell containing the Daoist Intent of "avoiding calamity and dispelling disaster"—was transmitted directly into the depths of Qi Yun’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Time is short. I’m afraid it’s too late to escape back to the Holy Sect for reinforcements.

Our only option now is to try this long shot—to use this [Undying True Blood] as a catalyst and forge the [Avoiding Tribulation Curse].

Whether we can survive this tribulation... that will depend on our shared destiny!"

As Qi Yun received this abstruse and ancient Dharma Gate, his [Daluo Ten Thousand Laws Dao Foundation] began to operate on its own, rapidly analyzing its core meaning.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this, Qian Xin Master immediately sat cross-legged in the air within the Escape Light. Forming a hand seal, he took out an [Undying True Blood] bead and held it in his palm. His eyes closed, and he began to chant.

Following the Dharma Gate of the [Avoiding Tribulation Curse], he began to guide the Magical Power in his body, attempting its Refinement and imprinting the mysterious life-saving Spell deep within his Divine Soul and Dao Foundation.

Qi Yun also wasted no more time. While maintaining the Vermilion Fire Cloud’s flight at its maximum speed, he divided his attention and took out a bead of Undying True Blood.

A Cyan Gold Divine Radiance flickered in his eyes.

He quickly comprehended the [Avoiding Tribulation Curse].

As he activated the Spell, the dark green and gold Blood Bead in his palm began to tremble slightly. It gradually melted, transforming into threads of fine, yet incomparably profound, golden script.

As if alive, they slowly wound around Qi Yun’s wrist and began to seep into his body.

A strange power began to well up, shrouding his entire body and erecting an illusory yet crucial line of defense.

The Golden Thread Spell coalesced very slowly.

Qi Yun tried to channel his Magical Power to speed up its formation.

But this [Avoiding Tribulation Curse] was very strange. It could only form along a predetermined path.

No matter how much Magical Power he poured in, it remained unhurried and composed.

Just as Qi Yun and Qian Xin Master raced against time, forcibly forging the ethereal [Avoiding Tribulation Curse] with Undying True Blood as the catalyst...

High in the Celestial Vault, the mottled wooden coffin that had been hovering like a cold, single eye for so long...

...finally moved.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no overwhelming aura that swept in all directions.

There was only a single sound, so faint it was almost lost in the wind, yet it clearly penetrated the depths of every living soul below.

CREAK—

The heavy lid, etched with the marks of time, slowly opened a sliver of a crack, as if pushed by an invisible hand.

Yet, with the opening of just that single crack, the very "rules" of Heaven and Earth seemed to twist and solidify.

Below, on the ruins, the ongoing slaughter, the scrambles for treasures, the fleeing Escape Lights...

Everything, absolutely everything, became like a fly trapped in amber. Movements slowed to a crawl, and thoughts nearly ground to a halt.

Only the endless terror that stemmed from a primal, instinctual fear of a Supreme existence remained, instantly drowning every Heart and Spirit like ice water!

Then, a hand emerged from the dark gap of the coffin and pressed down heavily on its ancient rim.

The moment this hand touched the rim, an indescribably vast and imposing pressure was finally unleashed.

It was as if a terrifying Demon Deity, dormant for millennia, had fully awakened and descended with overwhelming force!

VMMMM—!!!

Heaven and Earth lost their color; all creation fell silent!

The once-dusky yellow sky was now stained a desperate, dark red, like dried and clotted blood.

The earth below began to collapse and shatter, sinking layer by layer in waves that radiated out from the wooden coffin.

The next moment!

A blurry, withered figure slowly sat up from within the coffin.

Its face was shrouded in distorted shadows and flowing, dark red patterns, making it impossible to see clearly.

Only a pair of hollow, dead eyes, reflecting the annihilation of all spirits and the end of reincarnation, pierced through the endless void. They swept indifferently over the scarred homeland below, and over the tiny "thieves" who seemed frozen in place.

There was no roar of anger, no venomous Curse.

This returned Zombie Alliance True Monarch simply sat quietly in its coffin and slowly lifted the withered hand that rested on the rim.

Its five fingers spread slightly, and it made a gentle grasping motion toward the endless ruins below—toward every living being tainted by the karma of the Zombie Alliance.

This grasp was not aimed at anything physical.

Instead, it grasped at the unseen, tangled threads of karma in the great beyond.

"Trace."

A hoarse, ancient syllable, formed from the coalesced wails of countless millions of dead souls, escaped its lips.

As the word was spoken, the law followed!

RUMBLE—!!!

This was not a physical sound, but the vibration of karma itself!

In that instant, all Cultivators who had ever partaken in dividing the Zombie Alliance’s legacy, who were stained by the karma of the Zombie Alliance’s destruction...