The next moment.

Clang——

He suddenly vanished from where he stood.

The ice coffin also fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound.

...

At the same time.

In the ice coffin world.

The vast palace was built entirely of blocks of pitch-black stone.

At the very center of the palace was a blue ice coffin.

The uncovered mouth of the ice coffin continually emitted swirling cold air.

Looking at the ice coffin before him, a corresponding image immediately surfaced in his mind.

An absolutely beautiful woman awoke from the ice coffin, then pushed the lid and emerged.

With the image in his mind, he stepped forward.

Even though he had arrived inside the hall, he could still feel a vague, cold energy continuously corroding his body from his heart.

It was clear that being here had no isolating effect.

He was not disappointed.

If the Curse Power could be so easily isolated, Emperor Changning on the Dragon Throne would not have ended up in such a situation.

Then, he opened the ice coffin and lay inside.

The chill within the ice coffin immediately surged toward him.

He then pushed the lid above his head.

Thud——

When the final gap was completely sealed.

Silence immediately fell, with not a sound or movement to be heard around him, nor any information from the outside world to be received.

Only deathly silence.

Yet, there was joy in his heart.

Because he felt the constant Curse Power that had been flowing ceaselessly had completely vanished at this moment, as if its source had been cut off.

At the same time, he also felt that even under the continuous erosion he had just experienced, despite the erosion of the Qi Blood Power, his body still showed some subtle abnormalities.

He immediately circulated the Qi Blood Power.

Swish——

The Qi Blood Power surged like a tide within, repeatedly washing over his heart.

In just a few breaths, his body was like glazed glass, his heart like red jade, restored to its original state.

Noticing the changes in his body, he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh inside the ice coffin.

The isolation provided by the ice coffin proved he had found a retreat.

A way to protect himself and survive.

Outside, no matter how strong his physique was, under the relentless erosion of the Curse Power, without any time to rest and recuperate, there would ultimately be a day when he would be overwhelmed.

But it was different now.

With the ice coffin’s isolation, he only needed to enter the ice coffin to no longer suffer the Curse Power’s erosion, and he could trigger the vitality within to restore his body.

After a brief adjustment inside the ice coffin, allowing the areas eroded by the Curse Power to fully recover, he pushed open the ice coffin above him.

As the cold air surged out, Jiang Ning crawled out of the ice coffin.

Once again, he felt that vague, cold Curse Power corroding the area around his heart like a bone-chilling worm.

...

On the other side.

The dusk was deepening.

At the observatory of the Observatory.

An emaciated, hollow-eyed, blind old man stood at the edge of the high platform, looking in the direction of the National Master Mansion, as if staring intently at something.

"As expected, they still used a curse against him!"

The blind old man murmured, then sighed.

His sigh was full of regret.

He knew what this meant.

It meant hopelessness.

The current Holy Emperor, protected by the national fortune, was already cursed beyond remedy, let alone the Dongling Marquis now.

Even though he could see where the Curse Power fell, he could not counteract it or find its source.

It was a method born from an era of extreme prosperity, withered through countless years, involving the fundamental rules of heaven and earth.

In the current era, it is an unsolvable method.

Especially for Martial Artists, in this regard, it is a complete blank.

"He... is in trouble now!" The blind old man concluded aloud.

After thinking for a moment, his hand moved slightly, and several waves instantaneously shattered the space, shooting towards the Imperial Palace, Martial Saint Mansion, National Master Mansion... and other directions.

...

National Master Mansion.

A silhouette suddenly appeared.

Jiang Ning bent down and picked up the ice coffin that had fallen to the ground.

After a brief exploration confirming that the ice coffin could isolate the Curse Power, he felt a lot more at ease.

With a way to respond, there was a backup plan, and he would not walk a dead end.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and looked up to the empty space ahead.

Just as a gentle breeze blew by.

Su Qingying in a plain white long dress appeared before him.

At this moment, he also suddenly suppressed the Qi-Blood inside him, allowing his body to be eroded by that Curse Power.

"My lord...is this a curse?" Su Qingying’s figure flickered and appeared before him.

"Where did you hear this news?" Jiang Ning asked.

"The Observatory!" Su Qingying replied.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning understood and then nodded.

At this point, being in close proximity, Su Qingying also felt the obscure and chilly aura emanating from Jiang Ning.

"How is my lord feeling now?" Su Qingying asked.

"Still alright!" Jiang Ning smiled and continued, "For the moment, there is no major issue."

"If my lord thinks like this, then you underestimate the Curse Power!" Su Qingying frowned and went on, "My lord should also know that in the last era, some people took the path of curses to its extreme, evolving it into a complete and flawless way! Although today’s curse techniques can’t exert the power of that era due to environmental limitations, the dull knife cuts deeply over time! And there’s nearly no way to isolate it; one must rely on a strong physique to resist."

Jiang Ning nodded: "I understand! But you also need not worry, a mere curse can’t manage me!"

Hearing this, Su Qingying knowingly nodded.

"Indeed! My lord’s knowledge and methods are superior to mine; surely you have a plan in mind!"

Jiang Ning smiled; in front of Su Qingying, he still needed to maintain a certain status.

And this was not just bravado; after a brief experiment just now, he already had a way to deal with the Curse Power.

Though as persistent as a maggot on a bone, difficult to eradicate, he had a way for self-preservation now.

Yet at this moment, he continued to suppress his Qi-Blood, allowing this Curse Power to erode his body.

The domain formed by the Mixed Element Realm also dissipated into invisibility at this moment.

He also realized that the dissipation of the domain made this Curse Power more potent.

The erosion on his body also intensified, with a sharp pain radiating from his heart.

It was as if fine long needles, as thin as cow hair, continuously pierced into his heart.

His reason for doing this was also because since Su Qingying got a notice from the Observatory to see him,

it indicated that other figures would surely come by next.

At this moment, he did not wish to reveal too much.

Whether he’s become a First Grade Mixed Element Realm or could resist the Curse Power’s erosion, it would attract even more malevolent attention.

The curse that has fallen on him now is a reflection of the past.

Once those behind the scenes know the curse can’t harm him, more trouble is bound to arise.

But if they believe he is unable to resist the curse and will eventually meet the same end as the Changning Emperor, then things will stay calm for now, with no further troubles.

Thus, he is currently letting the Curse Power erode his body.

He knows that as long as he takes a walk inside the ice coffin, he could remove the Curse Power spreading within him, and his body could recover.

At this moment.

He looked up at the entrance of the courtyard.

Only to see Lin Qingyi, in ordinary attire, appeared in his sight.

Wearing a long dress suitable for spring or summer, also draped in a white fox fur coat.

With Lin Qingyi’s appearance came Jiang Li and Liu Wanwan.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning exchanged greetings with each of them.

"Ah Ning, did something happen?" Liu Wanwan asked anxiously, a frown on her brow.

"Sister-in-law, don’t worry, just a minor issue! Some hidden miscreant is targeting me." Jiang Ning said with a gentle smile.

He did not wish for his family to worry.

Moreover, in the eyes of outsiders, being targeted by a curse surely meant death.

After all, not even the Changning Emperor was able to do anything about it.

Let alone him.

But he’s clear that such a curse cannot currently threaten his life, and may even buy him some time.

Once the world believes he will surely die under the curse, they will cease to give him much attention.

This naturally grants him the chance to grow and develop.

At this moment, Lin Qingyi had a furrowed brow, wanting to speak but hesitating.

When she came before Jiang Ning, she indeed felt the obscure, cold Curse Power inside Jiang Ning’s body.