"Note: The Ancestor of Misfortune is a Daoist who attained enlightenment through misfortune. He comes from the Primordial Era of a certain world and has survived countless epochs. He is the source of all that is strange and ominous in that realm, and is extremely terrifying."
"The Ancestor of Misfortune possesses the power of eerie misfortune. Anyone whose cultivation level is lower than or equal to his will be afflicted with misfortune upon seeing him. At best, they will grow green or red hair in their later years and die. At worst, they will die on the spot!"
"As expected, it's this misfortune!"
Xuan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
In his previous life, on the technological planet, there were legends of eerie misfortune.
He never expected that this time he would summon a Daoist who had attained enlightenment through misfortune.
"Ding, the Ancestor of Misfortune will arrive beside the host within one hour!"
"Within one hour."
Xuan Ming rubbed his brow.
The gods and demons summoned by the system usually come from outside the Starry Sky World.
It takes time for them to descend.
Time passed little by little.
Xuan Ming sat upright on the imperial throne, waiting quietly.
After a while.
"Your Majesty, there is a creature covered in red hair outside the hall requesting an audience."
A palace guard respectfully entered the hall and reported.
"Let him in."
Xuan Ming waved his hand.
"Understood."
The palace guard withdrew.
Soon.
A red-haired creature entered the hall.
"This humble god, Misfortune, greets Your Majesty."
The Ancestor of Misfortune bowed slightly.
"Rise."
Xuan Ming's gaze swept over the Ancestor of Misfortune.
With the power of the Tianxu Realm behind him, he could somewhat see through the power within the Ancestor of Misfortune's body.
"Is this the power of misfortune? Truly marvelous."
Xuan Ming murmured inwardly.
The power of the Ancestor of Misfortune possesses extremely strong curse power. Under this power, even if one is also a Daoist who has attained enlightenment, it is extremely difficult to resist the power of the Ancestor of Misfortune as long as the Ancestor of Misfortune has the intention.
"With your power, can you attack Immortals in the current starry sky?"
Xuan Ming suddenly asked.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this humble god has just sensed the starry sky. The current starry sky rules are extremely harsh on powers that surpass ordinary ancient gods. Once this limit is exceeded, bad things will happen."
The Ancestor of Misfortune said respectfully.
The starry sky has continued for countless epochs, and the starry sky rules support everything.
Even Daoists who have attained enlightenment need to act under the starry sky rules.
"So that's how it is."
Xuan Ming stroked his chin.
"However, if Your Majesty wants this humble god to attack Immortals, with this humble god's divine abilities, I can avoid some of the starry sky rules. Although I cannot kill Immortals, I can make them tainted with misfortune and become strange!"
The Ancestor of Misfortune changed his tone and said.
The foundation of the Dao of Misfortune lies in curses.
And curses are the most invisible.
As long as the energy is suppressed below the Immortal level, the limitations of the starry sky rules can be avoided. This is far stronger than other Dao lineages.
"Oh?"
"In the Great Desolate World, there are five territories, and there are Immortals patrolling each territory. Use your magic to make them tainted with misfortune."
A trace of strangeness flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, and he pondered slightly before instructing.
In the Great Desolate World, although the Netherworld Purgatory is still causing trouble.
To some extent, because of the Immortals' surveillance, the threat to the Great Desolate has decreased.
Making the situation in the Great Desolate slowly stabilize.
Now that the Ancestor of Misfortune has arrived.
This shortcoming can be resolved.
"This humble god obeys the decree."
The Ancestor of Misfortune bowed slightly upon hearing this.
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Indeed, as Xuan Ming said.
The situation in the Great Desolate, because the five overlord forces each sent an Immortal to patrol, has slowly stabilized.
Assassinations still exist in various places, but they can no longer be as unscrupulous as before.
After all, the assassins of the Netherworld Purgatory, apart from the two Killing Ancestors, are all ordinary ancient gods, and it is difficult for them to succeed frequently in the eyes of Immortals.
"Haha, with the surveillance of Immortal mighty figures, this Netherworld Purgatory is like a mouse, and it no longer dares to provoke us."
In the Great Desolate, almost everything has returned to its previous state.
Although the Netherworld Purgatory is still frightening, looking at the five overlords sitting in the void of the Great Desolate, with the aura of Immortals spreading, everyone feels a sense of peace.
"Huh?"
"What's going on?"
"Why do I feel that the Supreme Elder of our Nine Provinces Palace in the Northern Border is turning red!"
"No, that's not turning red, that's growing red hair on the Immortal!"
"How could this be? Could it be that the Immortal has lived for too long and has become moldy?"
On this day, countless creatures living in the Great Desolate noticed something was wrong.
Because they discovered that the five Immortals sitting in the void were strangely starting to turn red. When they looked carefully, after seeing the red hair constantly emerging from the Immortals, they were immediately horrified, causing an uproar.
"Itchy!"
In the void of the Great Desolate, while the people below were shocked, the faces of the five Immortals changed drastically.
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Chapter 231: Strange Invasion of the Great Desolate, the Horror of the Ancient God Court
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"Not good!"
The Seventh Palace Master of the Ancient God Court, who was stationed in the Eastern Wilderness.
A trace of fear appeared on his face the moment he grew red hair.
He is a Darkness Immortal, who attained enlightenment through darkness. In just an instant, endless darkness surged from his divine body, wanting to suppress and obliterate this alien force that had invaded his body.
However, no matter how much his Great Dao of Darkness corroded and refined, the red hair on the surface of his body remained as indestructible as ever, standing still.
Not only that, but as his power deepened, these red hairs seemed to begin to absorb the power of his Great Dao origin, growing longer and thicker from the initial tiny red hairs, and began to spread throughout his body.
At the moment he used his power, his entire divine body was like putting on a blood-red coat at an extremely fast speed, leaving only a head exposed at the end.
"How could this be!"
A trace of shock and anger appeared on the Seventh Palace Master's face.
The red hair was as red as blood, and faint red light flowed inside, which was extremely eerie.
Moreover, under his perception, these red hairs seemed to be alive, constantly stretching towards the depths of his divine body, as if wanting to enter his body, devour his Dao foundation, and destroy his rules of enlightenment.
This made the Seventh Palace Master feel terrified.
"Fellow Daoists, do not use the power of your origin Dao."
"These red hairs can devour the rules of origin to strengthen themselves."
"The more you use them, the stronger they become. If you let them enter your body, our foundation of enlightenment is likely to be refined by them and die violently!"
After realizing this, the Seventh Palace Master quickly checked the situation of the Immortals in the other four regions, only to see that they were still using their power to fight against these red hairs, and could not help but dissuade them.
"What!"
The Immortals in the other four regions quickly stopped their power, and their faces suddenly turned gloomy.
They sensed carefully, and it was indeed as the Seventh Palace Master said.
Slightly using their power would cause the red hair to grow wildly.
However, they obviously knew this news a little late.
The best one only had half a head exposed.
The worst one only had a piece of scalp that had not been occupied by red hair.
"Damn it!"
This discovery made the faces of the four Immortals gloomy.
If this is the case, wouldn't they be unable to use their power all the time?
As long as they use it slightly, will it accelerate their pace of death?
"If you don't use your own power, how can you eliminate these things!"
An Immortal spoke, with a worried look on his face.
He felt a burst of heat and cold in his body, and it was constantly itchy, extremely itchy, even making him unable to resist scratching.
The most terrifying thing is that he also felt a bloodthirsty desire rising in his heart.
And this desire came from these blood-red hairs, as if the other party was a group of blood-sucking demons, parasitic on them, driving them to devour the blood of living beings to cultivate their growth.
Although with their Dao heart, they can still endure.
But if this continues, bad things will happen sooner or later.
