With Chu Feng’s assistance, the pained expression on Li Yue’er’s face began to ease, and the lightning filling the formation’s core gradually dissipated.
The core returned to calm.
Chu Feng knew he had succeeded.
After ensuring Li Yue’er was safe, he stepped out of the core.
Chu Feng was now certain that the disturbances outside the Li Clan’s Ancestral Formation were caused by Li Yue’er.
From the outside, the formation appeared on the verge of exploding.
In reality, it was merely reacting to Li Yue’er’s actions within the core.
The Li Clan’s Ancestral Formation wasn’t truly at risk, and the legacy of the Li Clan’s ancestors would endure.
*Ugh—*
Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through Chu Feng’s chest.
It passed quickly, and he assumed it was a side effect of enduring the lightning, so he paid it no mind.
“Kid, you’ve impressed me,” the mysterious voice spoke again.
“First, I didn’t expect you to actually withstand the formation’s power.”
“And I certainly didn’t expect you were genuinely helping that girl, Yue’er.”
The voice was now much gentler, devoid of the earlier suspicion and disdain.
“But I must warn you—don’t underestimate that formation. Enduring such power, you can’t possibly walk away unscathed. If you don’t believe me, check your chest,” the voice added.
Hearing this, Chu Feng hurriedly looked at his chest.
He discovered a lightning-shaped scar, about the length of a finger. Most strikingly, it seemed alive.
*Thump, thump—*
Suddenly, the scar pulsed twice, and the piercing pain returned.
In that moment, Chu Feng felt paralyzed, unable to move, forced to endure the pain that coursed through his body, as if his soul were about to shatter.
The pain was dangerous.
But as the scar stopped pulsing, the pain vanished.
“Senior, what is this?” Chu Feng asked urgently, his expression grave.
As a Saint-Rank Spiritist, he couldn’t discern what this lightning scar was.
He could only sense it was like a living entity, parasitic on his chest.
Though it appeared on his physical body, it had invaded his soul.
Earlier, when the scar pulsed, it was reacting to Chu Feng’s attempt to use his barrier power to expel it.
Thus, Chu Feng realized he couldn’t remove it.
“That’s a Thunder Curse, the price you paid for enduring the Li Clan’s Ancestral Formation,” the voice explained.
“It will torment you periodically until your death.”
“Until my death? Is there no way to remove it?” Chu Feng asked.
This thing was dangerous, and he didn’t want such a threat lingering in his body.
“It’s difficult, unless… you gain its approval.”
“But that’s even harder—almost impossible,” the voice said.
“Gain its approval? Senior, how do I do that?” Chu Feng pressed.
“It’s very dangerous, potentially life-threatening. Are you sure you want to try?” the voice asked.
“Please tell me, Senior,” Chu Feng said.
“Don’t try to expel it. Instead, infuse your martial power into it, accept it, and let it merge with you.”
“But I must warn you, this method is dangerous.”
“And it’s unreliable. No one has ever succeeded in gaining the Thunder Curse’s approval.”
“I don’t even know where this method came from or if it’s a hoax.”
“So, don’t act rashly. Let it be.”
“Though the Thunder Curse will flare up occasionally, it won’t kill you.”
“Hm? What’s with this kid’s eyes?” the voice suddenly said, filled with confusion.
Chu Feng’s body was changing, particularly his eyes.
His eyes were now filled with countless lightning bolts, identical to those that had attacked him and Li Yue’er in the core.
“Thank you, Senior,” Chu Feng said, clasping his fists.
“Thank me for what?” The voice was puzzled at first, but upon closer inspection of Chu Feng’s chest, it realized.
The Thunder Curse on Chu Feng’s chest had vanished.
“You… you tried merging with it while I was talking? And… you… did you succeed?”
The voice was filled with shock. The method was just a rumor. The voice had seen many attempt it, only to die from their bodies exploding.
This was the first time it had seen someone try and make the Thunder Curse disappear.
It couldn’t tell if the curse had vanished or truly merged with Chu Feng.
But it was gone from his chest, and Chu Feng’s changes were extraordinary.
“So, Senior, you’re here,” Chu Feng said, turning his gaze to the east of the hall.
There stood a massive statue, a hundred meters tall, awe-inspiring.
At its top was a small statue.
A stone frog, the size of a watermelon, unremarkable at first glance.
But earlier, Chu Feng had felt a peculiar gaze from the frog’s eyes, piercing through his clothes to see the Thunder Curse vanish from his chest.
Thus, Chu Feng deduced that the unusual gaze belonged to the senior he’d been speaking with.
“Just by my observing you, you found me? Kid, who *are* you?”
