My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Xuanlin sighed softly.

"curse……"

He began to recall what his father Xuan Ji had told him about what happened back then.

My father Xuan Ji said that the curse does not come from the outside, but from within.

The Ninth Heaven is in the outside world, in an extremely safe area, and it is impossible for it to be cursed from the outside.

If it really comes from outside, it is impossible to stop at the first level.

The curse broke out some time after the Ninth Heaven was created and all races migrated into it.

At that time, almost all of the Twelve Immortal Kings had passed away.

The power of all races fell to its lowest point after experiencing the great catastrophe.

Xuanlin was also born after entering the Ninth Heaven.

When the curse broke out, he was still very young, had no exposure to many things, and his memory was very vague.

But he remembered that at that time most of the races were still in the first level of heaven.

Because the Nine Heavens were just established, only the environment of the First Heaven was the most stable and mature.

All races are staying here temporarily, and the True Immortals of each race are working hard to transform the world above the Second Heaven.

The original plan was to wait until the complete transformation was completed before migrating each ethnic group in an orderly manner to their own separate worlds.

But the curse broke out at this moment, forcing the immortals of each race to hastily lead their people to evacuate to the upper realm.

Except for their Qilin clan and the dragon and phoenix clans, which were powerful but not numerous, most of the people from other clans did not have time to evacuate or were simply abandoned.

This is also why among the Nine Heavens, the weakest one has the largest number of living beings and the most races.

Because they were the countless middle and low-level people of all races who were left behind back then.

Although this is also a helpless move, in order to preserve the manpower as much as possible, otherwise if it is a little slower, the curse will spread to the entire first heaven, and then it will be meaningless to leave or not.

All races that migrate into the Ninth Heaven will have their path to immortality completely cut off due to the curse, and will ultimately perish.

But no matter what the reason, it is a fact that they abandoned most people.

It took such a huge price to keep the curse at the first level.

Xuanlin, as an immortal king, had no intention of denying this.

But he is still curious about the truth about the curse.

"What kind of existence could create such a curse?"

As far as Xuanlin knew, this curse was extremely terrifying.

From mortals to immortals, and even beings like Xuanyan who are close to the Twelve Immortal Lords, no one can resist it.

Even when the power of the curse reaches a certain level, it will cause indelible pollution to the soul and foundation of the Tao.

The reason why Xuan Zhuo went crazy was because his mind itself was polluted.

Although he had extraordinary magical powers and a strong body that could resist the pollution to a certain extent, the suppressive power of the Ice Prison Mountain prevented the pollution from spreading further.

But no matter what method is used, the pollution cannot be truly eliminated.

Even an extremely wise and knowledgeable being like Bai Ze Xianjun was helpless.

What level of existence must be able to trigger such a curse and almost plunge all the races that had just escaped a catastrophe into destruction again?

Since it didn't come from the outside world, how could such an existence exist inside the Nine Heavens after the Twelve Immortal Kings passed away?

Xuanlin even suspected that even if the Twelve Immortal Kings were alive, most of them would not be able to do it.

This kind of disaster is almost beyond human power.

Just as Xuanlin was thinking.

Before I knew it, the roaring and screaming stopped.

A hoarse and low voice sounded.

"Is it...Lin'er?"

Xuanlin was shocked and looked up suddenly.

I saw a sharp and vicissitudes of life gaze piercing through the messy hair and falling on Xuanlin.

"Second Uncle, are you awake?"

Xuanlin was ecstatic and excited: "It's me, I'm Xuanlin! Can you still recognize me?"

A hoarse voice whispered, "Did you...use a clone, or an avatar?"

He growled, "Go back now. Even if you create a clone, you can't escape the curse."

Xuanlin quickly said, "I know, Second Uncle."

"My nephew is currently using the method of creating a fake body, which was taught to him by Immortal Lord Bai Ze. It will not be contaminated by karma, and my original body will not be affected by the curse."

Xuan Yan seemed relieved.

"That's good... How long has it been?"

Xuanlin was surprised and delighted to see Xuanyan's tone normal. "It's been hundreds of millions of years, Second Uncle."

"Have you regained your sanity?"

Xuan Yan slowly shook his head: "It's been... so long?"

"Only occasionally awake... maybe a few times over the years."

"Your aura...is very similar to your father's. It temporarily woke me up."

Xuanlin's surprise finally subsided and he sighed softly.

After all, for hundreds of millions of years, neither Xuan Ji nor he had been able to go down to the mortal world to check on Xuan Yan's situation.

I thought it was a miracle, but it turned out to be just a flash in the pan.

"You've grown up too..."

Xuan Yan stared at Xuan Lin: "Lin'er, how is your father?"

Xuanlin's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "Second Uncle, my father has been dead for tens of millions of years."

Xuan Yan's whole body trembled.

He was silent for a moment.

"Is that so... Big Brother is gone."

"And yet I'm still here...suffering from this endless torture..."

He muttered to himself, his body gradually trembling.

The voice became increasingly hoarse and difficult to distinguish.

Seeing this, Xuanlin's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Xuanzhen was only awake for a moment and was about to fall into madness again.

He quickly shouted, "Uncle, you must persevere. Your nephew has found hope of saving you."

"Save me?" Xuan Yan's words were already very confused at this time, and he actually let out a low, hoarse, sharp laugh when he heard it.

"Hahaha, no one can save me...you can't save yourselves either..."

He suddenly raised his head, revealing a ferocious face, and roared to the sky.

"You will all die... all of you will die!"

Along with his wild roar, a boundless and terrifying aura burst out, as if to shatter time and space.

Xuan Yan roared wildly and struggled again, blood splattered everywhere. His body was constantly torn apart and restored by the icicles, but every time he struggled and moved, there was an unimaginable force that shook everything around him.

For a moment, the entire Ice Prison Mountain... no, the entire Frost Prison State, and even the entire Northern Cold Region, including several surrounding regions, began to vibrate continuously at this moment.

Xuan Lin, who was so close, could hardly bear the suffocating pressure that made the space collapse, and kept retreating.

Even after being sealed for hundreds of millions of years, he still has such power. It can be seen how powerful this person, who was once the strongest in the Qilin clan and was said to be the one closest to the Twelve Immortal Lords, is.

Xuanlin couldn't bear to see Xuanzhen in pain and panic.

"Uncle, your nephew will definitely save you!"

He was just about to turn and leave.

I listened to Xuan Yan's voice again from behind, as if he was struggling and roaring with all his strength.

"Be sure... be careful!"

"Don't open...that door!!!"

"Otherwise... everything will be...!!"