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"If he can't break through to the Divine Fire Realm, then things will be even easier."

"When their lifespan is exhausted, they will naturally perish, saving us the chance to even make a move."

Just as the remnant immortals were discussing Shi Hao's fate, Shi Hao had already rushed to Qin Yuan's side.

Looking at Qin Yuan, whose body was covered in bronze rust, Shi Hao was extremely anxious.

"Brother Qin, how are you? Are you badly hurt?"

Shi Hao's voice was filled with undisguised worry.

Never before had Shi Hao so bitterly felt his own inadequacy.

Earlier, when dealing with the gods of the lower realms, he was able to barely cope and even occasionally gained the upper hand.

But when the true remnant immortal descended, the level of the battle completely exceeded his imagination.

That level of competition was simply beyond his reach.

Let alone helping, even just watching could become a burden to Qin Yuan.

This is why Qin Yuan kept him out of the battlefield from the very beginning.

This realization made Shi Hao hate his own weakness even more.

If he were a little stronger, even if he couldn't help, at least Qin Yuan wouldn't have to worry about protecting him.

Qin Yuan noticed Shi Hao's self-blame and gently patted his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself. This was never a battle you should have participated in."

At this moment, Qin Yuan had temporarily suppressed the sword mark between his eyebrows.

The power contained in that sword mark was extremely violent. If he hadn't calmed it down in time, it would probably have directly traced back to the original bodies of those remnant immortals.

If the power of the sword mark were to be traced back, it would not only alert the enemy but also waste this power.

After all, the remnant immortals are only projections now, so even if the power of the sword marks is strong, it cannot harm their true forms.

"Shi Hao, you don't need to worry too much."

Qin Yuan forced himself to stand up and tried to appear relaxed.

"This injury is nothing to me."

"puff--"

Qin Yuan coughed lightly, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a coppery patina, leaving mottled marks on the ground.

He remained calm, as if it were just a minor injury, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It is known that the power of the Immortal-Breaking Curse is far beyond imagination. If one could look into Qin Yuan's body at this moment, one would find a terrifying sight—more than 60% of his body has been eroded by the copper-rust-colored curse power, and his flesh, bones, and meridians are all stained with this ominous color.

Even more terrifying is that this force continues to spread, taking root and growing within his body like a stubborn parasite.

Such a curse is so powerful that even a true immortal would find it difficult to escape, let alone a cultivator who has not yet achieved immortality.

The patina-like curse power had begun to erode his magical power, gradually wearing away all the cultivation he had accumulated.

Shi Hao stood aside, watching Qin Yuan cough up blood, his heart filled with anxiety.

As the remnant immortals departed, the grand formation of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion slowly opened, revealing the figures of the witch and Yuechan.

The witch looked at Qin Yuan, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

She sighed softly, "What a pity. I had planned to take you to the upper realm and roam the world together, but I never expected it to end like this."

Yuechan stood to one side, her feelings complicated. Logically, she should hate the person who had imprisoned her here.

However, looking back on this period of time, apart from asking a few simple questions, Qin Yuan did not do anything inappropriate to her, but simply waited for someone to come and redeem her.

Seeing him now, afflicted with a heavy curse, I felt a pang of regret—was such a brilliant and talented person really going to perish like this?

Everyone present knew very well what being hit by the Immortal-Breaking Curse meant.

This is one of the most terrifying curses in the celestial realm; once afflicted, certain death is certain.

Even a wise and experienced woman like the witch couldn't help but shake her head, feeling that Qin Yuan was beyond saving.

Shi Hao looked anxiously at the witch and Yuechan: "Seniors, you come from the upper realm, do you have any way to save Brother Qin?"

The witch shook her head: "This Immortal-Breaking Curse is a fearsome existence even in the Upper Realm; I have never heard of anyone being able to escape it."

"Its name alone tells you how terrifying it is—a curse that can even harm immortals, how could it be broken by ordinary means?"

Yuechan's expression was also solemn: "Once such a curse is planted, it is like a malignant tumor that is stuck to the bone and cannot be eradicated. I can only apologize."

Shi Hao's face turned even paler.

He looked at Qin Yuan, only to see that the other party still maintained that composure, as if the fatal curse on his body was nothing more than a trivial matter.

The power of the curse continued to spread within Qin Yuan's body, and the copper-rust-like color began to seep outward from his meridians, faintly revealing a coppery hue on his exposed skin.

This is a sign that the curse is about to take effect. Once it does, it will drain all his cultivation, turning him into an ordinary mortal.

Qin Yuan slowly stood up, patted Shi Hao on the shoulder, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"You underestimate me too much. A mere spell can't do anything to me."

Qin Yuan said casually, "Those illusory figures of remnant immortals are no match for me, so what can their curses do to me?"

Upon hearing these words, Shi Hao's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but his eyes still held a hint of worry.

"Really? But they just said..."

"What they said is not important."

Qin Yuan interrupted Shi Hao directly, "You have to trust me, I have my own way of resolving this."

Hearing this, Yuechan couldn't help but say, "This Immortal-Breaking Curse is no ordinary curse; throughout history, none who have been cursed by it have ever survived."

Qin Yuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.

"The reason why no one can solve it is simply because they haven't met me yet."

"Just like before, who would have thought that even a Venerable Realm expert could slay a god?"

"Who would have thought I could defeat those illusory figures of remnant immortals?"

Yuechan opened her mouth, wanting to refute the difference between the two, but seeing Qin Yuan's confident look, she ultimately chose to remain silent.

She thought to herself, since he doesn't have much time left, it's better to let him retain his last bit of dignity.

Qin Yuan said no more and turned to Shi Hao, saying, "I need to go into seclusion for a while. The problem with the Immortal-Breaking Curse will be resolved soon."

"Once I emerge from seclusion, we will march on to the Upper Realm. Until then, the Heaven-Mending Pavilion and Stone Village will depend on you for protection."

Shi Hao immediately straightened his chest and replied firmly, "Don't worry, Brother Qin! I will definitely protect Butian Pavilion and Stone Village, and I will never let anyone harm them!"

Qin Yuan nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left.

His back still looked as upright as a pine tree, showing no signs of being affected by the curse.

Yuechan and Shihao watched his departing figure, each with their own thoughts.

Shi Hao clenched his fists. Although his senior brother appeared so calm, he still decided to secretly search for a way to lift the Immortal-Breaking Curse.

Looking in the direction Qin Yuan had left, Yuechan couldn't help but sigh softly, "What a pity that such a brilliant and talented person would be trapped by the Immortal-Breaking Curse."

"Such talent is likely to be a fleeting phenomenon in the cultivation world."