Chapter 519

Chapter 519

Li Fan saw that something was wrong and hurriedly followed.

Sister Zhao stood some distance away, her expression grave as she inspected the state of the cultivator before her.

“Cough, cough...” This disciple of the Grand Dao Sect was stuck at the Nascent Soul stage, but at this moment, he looked no different from a dying mortal, his eyes hollow, his consciousness muddled, his breath as faint as a wisp.

He coughed violently from time to time, as if he were about to cough his lungs out.

A trace of deathly grayness was faintly visible on his face, and his body appeared weak beyond belief, completely unfit for someone at the Nascent Soul stage.

Li Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

Just a moment ago, this cultivator didn’t seem this severe. In the short time it took to find Sister Zhao, the situation had worsened dramatically.

“Could it be some kind of evil curse?” Li Fan squinted, trying to analyze the situation.

“Cough... Dao Child?” In his confusion, the cultivator recognized the two standing before him. He instinctively struggled to stand and offer a salute.

“No need, if you’re feeling unwell, don’t move. Rest well,” Sister Zhao stopped him, speaking gently.

“Ugh...” This disciple of the Grand Dao Sect had never seen Sister Zhao display such warmth and gentleness in his entire life.

For a moment, his face regained a slight glow, as if he had experienced a brief resurgence of life. He stared at Sister Zhao, filled with infatuation, as if his soul had been captivated.

“After you descended the mountain, where did you go? What encounters did you have, and whom did you meet?” Sister Zhao asked again.

Despite his failing body, the cultivator, coughing and gasping for breath, struggled to recount everything to her in meticulous detail.

Gradually, his breath weakened.

But seeing Sister Zhao’s eager expression, he persevered, speaking in halting, broken sentences.



Finally, when he uttered his last word, his breath ceased abruptly.

Yet his eyes remained open, staring at Sister Zhao with an unyielding, reluctant gaze.

“Let’s go!” Sister Zhao quickly grabbed Li Fan and swiftly left the scene.

At the same time, she handed him a purple-gold pill, instructing him to swallow it.

“The Creation Purple-Gold Pill?” Li Fan was shocked.

“Don’t let your guard down. This only suppressed the symptoms temporarily. The true culprit causing all this still remains inside us,” Sister Zhao reminded him at the right moment.

As if to validate her words, she quickly coughed again, though softly.

Even though the Creation Purple-Gold Pill soon neutralized the illness, it made Li Fan’s heart sink further.

They had miraculous pills to protect them, yet they still couldn’t shake off this mysterious disease. How much worse would it be for the ordinary disciples of the Grand Dao Sect, not to mention unaffiliated cultivators?

It was unimaginable.

The two fought off the illness as they swiftly arrived at the sect’s main hall.

There, the sect leader, Ji Changxi, having received Sister Zhao’s message in advance, had already gathered all the elders.

Though Sister Zhao had done her best to explain the severity of the disease, Ji Changxi and the elders gave it proper attention.

But...

It wasn’t enough.

In their eyes, although Sister Zhao had recently broken through to the Dao Integration stage thanks to a new cultivation method, she couldn’t be compared to them, who had been at the Dao Integration stage for centuries.

They possessed countless secret techniques and methods. What could harm this young Dao child might not necessarily harm them.

Besides, they believed they were fully prepared.

The space within the main hall was surrounded by numerous restrictive spells, layers upon layers of sealing barriers.

They had even activated the [Profound Abyss Dao Breakthrough Formation], which seemed close but was actually separated by several worlds.

It was absolutely secure, and they were completely confident.

“You two, stop suppressing the disease and each release a drop of your own blood,” Ji Changxi instructed.

Li Fan and Sister Zhao obeyed.

With soft coughs, two droplets of blood, each exuding an ominous aura, floated before the crowd.

Everyone observed from a distance, and the hall fell into silence.

Suddenly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of surprise crossed Ji Changxi’s face.