Chapter 718: Perfect Curse Breaking

through the house. Black mist billowed from the Bagua Plate, coalescing into a skeletal visage. The skull let out a chilling howl and its empty sockets fixed on Ye Chen, waiting for Master Tan's comm...Of course, once failed Shen Man still can't escape the fate of soul flying and spirit scattering.

But even with this curse broken, Shen Man would still be scattered to pieces. It might as well be a try.

Fang Chen gently placed Shen Man on the ground, then addressed the woman of light and shadow: "Help the World Tree recover."

The Shadow Woman didn't object and, according to Fang Chen's words, set the Samsara World Tree free.

Of course, the time of the Western Zhou Dynasty was still confined to a rather slow pace.

But this is exactly what Fang Chen wanted.

He said, "Little Tower, Reincarnation Tree, listen to my command next! I'm going to perform a perfect curse-breaking!"

After he finished speaking, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a finger dipped in blood, he inscribed a complex incantation into the void!

Writing while speaking.

"The Three Lives and Three Worlds, Three Calamities are not actually a single curse, but three curses.

"People think that breaking one's lifetime curse is enough to break the curse."

"Actually, to truly achieve a perfect curse-breaking, it requires breaking the curse across three lifetimes. Only then is it considered a truly perfect curse-breaking."

So, to break this curse, one must rely not only on the path of reincarnation but also on the passage of time.

Breaking a curse requires gathering the three most difficult to cultivate of the three major Tao, which are widely recognized. This is one reason why no one has been able to perfectly break a curse in tens of thousands of years.

Of course, Fang Chen didn't need to write out the three hundred plus generations of curses. He only needed to complete the true walking of the curse through the three generations.

that is, three incantations.

As they spoke, the first incantation was complete!

The moment the incantation was complete! The altar, as if activated, burst forth with a dazzling golden light! It surged straight into the heavens!

At the same time, a powerful aura emanated from Fang Chen's back as a talisman slowly formed! It was precisely a Dao scripture!

The Three Lives, Three Worlds, Three Calamities Curse in the void trembled! An unbelievable wave erupted!

"

How is that possible! How could you have written such a spell!

"

The moment the incantation is spoken!

For the first time, the incantation of Three Lives, Three Worlds, and Three Tribulations was released with a ripple of terror.

If the curse is perfectly broken! Then this curse will completely disappear from this world!

It is not death, but more terrible than death!

But Fang Chen wouldn't answer his question, and instead spat out a mouthful of blood to continue writing the second spell.

“If you continue writing, you will die. The first spell is this life! No need for reincarnation, time...”

But the second one targets the Second World! It not only requires consuming a large amount of your blood essence, but also drains your lifespan! Once it fails, you will lose everything.

The Three Calamities Curse ripple outward.

But Fang Chen had no intention of stopping.

He said it well, but the other party retorted that some blood essence and lifespan weren't worth much.

His divine demonic body, by consuming the blood of gods and demons, could replenish his essence and even barely sustain his lifespan.

As for the Wheel of Samsara, there is the Tree of Rebirth, and in the Dao of Time, there is the woman of light and shadow.

Heaven, earth, and people align! If the perfect curse-breaking is achieved, as Lord Kaiyan said, he will reap great rewards, and at the same time give Shen Man a sliver of hope.

Whether for his own Dao heart or Shen Man, this is a sure win.

Of course, there are certain risks.

But great opportunities are often accompanied by great dangers.

Fang Chen ignored the fluctuations of the Three Calamities Curse and began to inscribe a second, more complex rune in the void!

The Wheel of Samsara blooms with brilliant Samsaric power, the woman of light and shadow channels the power of time.

But even with their assistance, Fang Chen's portrayal was still very difficult.

Every stroke is like carving into stone!

Though the depiction was painted in the void, his fingers began to bleed. Fang Chen's expression was one of immense pain.

As for the movements, they couldn't be any faster either, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Fortunately, Fang Chen's willpower was strong enough! In the end, the spell was successfully inscribed.

His Curse Dao Scripture also ascended to a second-grade Dao Scripture at this moment!

At the moment when the spell took effect, Fang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his jet-black hair turned white in an instant.

Only one character consumed Fang Chen five hundred years of time.

"One last one!"

Fang Chen didn't rest or regret, directly starting to carve the last one!

Up to the third one is the first world, also the most difficult spell.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't even have enough blood in their body to support carving the last piece.

But Fang Chen was no ordinary person. He first refined the sixty drops of divine devil blood within his body, enhancing his physical strength while also transforming it into essence blood.

With a single spurt, ten drops of blood were ejected, finally landing on his fingertips.

As soon as he drew, his finger snapped in two with a sickening crack!

Flesh and blood turned to nothingness in an instant, only the finger bones of the Sword Demon's arm remained intact.

Fang Chen's brows furrowed tightly. This last one was too powerful, even his physical body couldn't withstand it.

If my body fails, then my swordsmanship will prevail.

With a turn of his hand, the Demon Slayer Sword flew out and landed in his grasp.

The tip of the sword rested on the blood, beginning to etch.

But this sword strike landed on empty air, yet it felt like striking a solid piece of spirit iron, unable to advance an inch!

Even if Fang Chen tried his best, it was still extremely difficult.

"I'd like to see how difficult your final cursed seal is!"

Fang Chen roared in anger! Refine another two hundred drops of the divine demon blood!

The one-time refining of so much demon and god blood made him feel immense pain, as if his whole body was burning.

But he stubbornly endured this soul-rending pain as he carved the incantation!

The speed of the sword inscription is slow like a snail, in ten breaths it only carves out one stroke.

And Fang Chen was already burning red all over, constantly emitting golden sparks.

That's because he refined too much of the divine demon blood, his body couldn't bear it.

And since the last time the divine and demonic power was suppressed, it has also been accompanied by the increasingly powerful Divine Demonic Body, which is restless and ready to backlash against Fang Chen at any moment!

While Fang Chen's will was constantly being crushed, even with the assistance of the Heavenly Bell and the Samsara World Tree, he began to show signs of weakness.

But the incantation is only half-drawn. If you think this will be a success, it's delusional.

Fang Chen looked at Shen Man who was lying on the ground, already asleep, a determined look flashed in his eyes.

"Carve a little more, carve a little more."

He mumbled to himself.

Perhaps some people would think he's foolish, going to such lengths for someone he's only known for ten days.

My best is good enough, I have no regrets.

But Fang Chen couldn't, his Dao heart told him he could never give up easily.

Moreover, this concerns Master's orders, Elder Shen's plea, and Man's destiny.

Unknowingly, his hair had turned completely white, and his body was aging at a visible speed.

Finally, he carved out one-third of it.

And the back-end curse word scripture also rose from level one to level two.

The Demonic God Body has once again broken through, reaching one ten-thousandth one hundred eighty.

This is already Fang Chen's limit.

It's not that his intention isn't keeping up, nor is it that he can't persevere.

But his lifespan was nearing its end, with only a hundred years left.One sword thrusts downwards!The twin divine weapons pierced into the void, like spears plunging into a still lake.Space warped, twisting into waves that rippled westward towards the Zhou Dynasty.Yan M...