National Master Mansion.

Feeling an unusual sensation within himself, Jiang Ning immediately closed his eyes.

In an instant.

Everything, inside and out, became transparent, and all movements fell under his observation.

He saw wisps of purple energy emerging in his heart.

That energy was obscure and cold, like maggots clinging to the bones.

He observed his own Qi-Blood reacting defensively, clashing and eroding with that maggot-like dark energy.

Yet, the obscure energy was continuously erupting, ceaselessly advancing, never resting.

Consistently eroding his Qi-Blood.

Just because of this, he had recently felt physical discomfort.

Especially during the initial eruption of this force, his body was injured.

"Is this..." He looked at the scene in his heart, and a flash of insight struck him.

"Curse Power!" He had seen a relevant description in ancient texts.

It was so similar to what was happening to him now.

The image of the man on the Dragon Throne immediately floated into his mind.

The Changning Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Great Xia.

And now trapped by the curse, his life was waning.

Considering all this, he inwardly took a cold breath, feeling a weight in his heart.

That was a power even an emperor could not resist.

That power was leading the Changning Emperor to the end of his life.

"Someone is attacking me, trying to use the Curse Killing Skill to take my life!" The thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

He understood why it was happening.

That Great Xia Martial Saint had made two moves recently.

Both for him in name.

One move destroyed the Xuanyuan Blessed Land.

Another move was in the East Sea, where he punched to death a top strongman.

Such powerful actions left no one in the world daring to handle him hastily.

During this time, he had stayed in the National Master Mansion in the Royal Capital, practicing.

Not leaving through the main door or the side door.

Such a pattern of action ruled out all possibilities.

Thus, someone couldn’t bear it and used more sophisticated means to attack him.

Once he understood, he felt even heavier in his heart.

The power of the curse, that even the Changning Emperor, ruler for eighty-four years, is helpless against.

Can only quietly await the end of life.

With the Changning Emperor’s status, the resources he could deploy were beyond his imagination.

Yet, facing the curse, he was still powerless, not to mention Jiang Ning.

"Trouble!!"

He felt heavy-hearted.

Then he suppressed his inner agitation and observed the erosion of the dark, obscure energy.

He sensed the thin, filamentous curse power constantly eroding his Qi-Blood, attempting to spread outwards and around.

But every time it emerged, it was worn down by the reactive Qi Blood Power, preventing its progress.

"This Curse Killing Skill seems... its medium is very weak! And it’s a chronic erosion approach." After observing for a moment, he formed the corresponding understanding.

"Seems to want to wear me down with the slow grind! Or perhaps... the medium is too weak to deliver a fatal blow to me!" A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes as he pondered who would be so eager to act against him.

After a moment of thought, he found no answers.

Yet he could see that due to the constant erosion, the Qi Blood Power had weakened somewhat.

"Fortunately, the cycle of Essence, Qi, and Spirit is continuous and unending, the weakness of essence can be compensated by Qi and Spirit!" He observed the cycle and supplementation of Essence, Qi, and Spirit within, murmuring to himself.

Relying on the Qi Blood derived from his powerful physique, relying on the unending vitality after stepping into the First Grade Mixed Element Realm, relying on the cycle and mutual supplementation of Essence, Qi, and Spirit—this curse power would find it difficult to erode him for a certain period.

Each time it emerged, it would be instantly extinguished by Qi Blood Power.

Although this would also lead to the consumption of Qi Blood Power, given his current recovery rate and the supplementation through the conversion of Qi and Spirit, it’s not a major issue in the short term.

But as time goes by, he would not dare to be sure.

As the saying goes, water droplets penetrate stone.

A thousand-mile dyke, breached by an ant nest.

Day after day of being corroded by curse power, over time, continuously consuming Qi-Blood, the body might not endure.

Thinking about this, his brows furrowed tightly.

His mind suddenly flashed with many thoughts.

Moments later.

He seemed to have an idea, and with a flash of blue light, an ice coffin appeared in his hand.

"I wonder... whether this item can isolate this curse power!" Jiang Ning muttered.

His mind was now filled with past memories.

The woman who went to another world was once lying dormant in the ice coffin in his hand.

As for that woman’s identity, she was suspected to be an Immortal from the Ancient Era.

Her capabilities were unclear.

But by characteristic, similar to the Moon Palace Goddess and the Nine Netherworld Tribulation Fire Great Celestial Venerable, her presence is unforgettable, her face impossible to remember.

And the Moon Palace Goddess once showcased a canopy that obscured the sky and earth, hanging five Dao Fruits.

Condensing a Dao Fruit signifies the rank of a Heavenly Immortal, a position among True Immortals.

Let alone five Dao Fruits.

And Shen Yueru once said that one forgets upon seeing, according to her understanding, that is a titled ancestor.

However, later with his own understanding, it might not be entirely true.

But regardless of any angle of view, the ice coffin woman, possessing the trait of being unforgettable, must be extraordinary.

Even if merely a True Immortal, she is also not an ordinary True Immortal, like that Moon Palace Goddess.

And the ice coffin woman once relied on the ice coffin in his hand to survive through the grand calamity of the Ancient Times, enduring to present day.

After regaining freedom, before leaving, she handed the ice coffin to him.

"Hopefully feasible!" Looking at the ice coffin in his hand, he murmured.