Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#417 - Brothers fight to win

Li Chengfeng sat upright like a pine tree, his expression solemn. The Book of Sins in his hand emitted a dim, eerie light, as if capable of devouring all sin and darkness.

The Soul-Devouring Banner rested quietly beside him, exuding a faint, chilling aura, adding an element of mystery and terror to the curse ritual.

He took a deep breath, thoroughly integrating Sauron's aura into the Book of Sins. Then, he activated the magic, and the entire space seemed to tremble.

The Fallen Disciple and Zhui Yun, one on the left and one on the right, cooperated tacitly.

Zhui Yun moved as swift as lightning, instantly locking onto Sauron's location; while the Fallen Disciple exerted all his power, condensing the power of the curse to the extreme. The two complemented each other, forming an unprecedented terrifying force, heading straight for Sauron.

Sauron was immersed in the pain and anger of losing the Eye of Time.

His divine sense shuttled through the lava like a fierce storm, vowing to retrieve the treasure that belonged to him.

People tend to lose their minds when they are angry and do many things they regret. The things that once made him regret, suffer, and feel sad were disturbing his soul.

However, this sudden surge of curse power was like a viper in the dark night, silently coiling around his soul.

Pain, sorrow, grief… all kinds of negative emotions surged like a tide, submerging Sauron's consciousness.

He seemed to be in endless darkness, and the past misdeeds were like sharp blades, cutting his heart one by one.

He roared and struggled, but found himself powerless to resist the power of this curse.

Just as Sauron was about to be swallowed by negative emotions, a strange change quietly occurred.

The evil power on his body began to recede, like a tide, revealing his original appearance—a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, heroic and spirited, with flying hair, standing above the lava, appearing both strange and detached.

The delicate youth softly whispered, as if in conversation with the depths of his soul: "Brother Long, I once said that the supreme path of Time Arena that you pursue, although admirable,

is ultimately like a reflection in the mirror or the moon in the water, out of reach.

No one in the world can touch that ultimate shore; it is a flame that we mortals cannot control.

You should trust me; only the blade in my hand can lead us across the mundane and into the realm of transcendence."

His words were interspersed with a few coughs, and his face suddenly sank, a flash of sharpness and unwillingness in his eyes: "A'Suo, my brother, what you said does have some truth.

But I, as your brother, am unwilling. Why, from the day we were born, were you the focus of all attention, with resources and opportunities all tilted towards you, while I could only follow behind,

as if I were a shadow that could never be shaken off. Where is the dignity and pride that I, as an elder brother, should have?"

After speaking, his expression softened again, like a gentle breeze in spring: "Brother Long, you are wrong. Our parents' love is not biased towards either of us; it is you who have been blinded by the blind pursuit of power.

Just imagine, if you had also devoted yourself to the Dao of the Blade, with your talent, you would have become a generation of Demon Blades, shaking the Demon Race, and even becoming a Saint of the Blade.

But now, you have chosen this thorny path, not hesitating to kill your own brother, devouring all that I have.

I do not resent you, because you still have a trace of humanity, not extinguishing my soul, but using it to nourish our coexisting body, wanting me to witness your 'correctness' with my own eyes.

However, your obsession is too deep. Have you ever realized that it is this arrogance and paranoia that exposes your soul, so that even an insignificant cultivator can use the power of the curse to strike directly at your weakness."

"If I am not mistaken, what he is using is the dreaded curse technique.

Your rage, helplessness, and pain all stem from this.

Only by abandoning that unrealistic self and allowing my remnant soul to take the lead can we avoid the haze of this curse,

otherwise, you, a powerful cultivator in the late stage of the Yuan Ying realm, will eventually become a ghost under the curse because of a single thought, how sad and regrettable!"

His appearance changed again suddenly, Sauron's ferocity revealing a vicious light. He nodded, his voice low and resolute: "You're right,"