In life, there was none to inquire, in death, none to bury.
Alive, one was alone; dead, the same solitude.
In this world, to die with no place for one's body is the most venomous of curses.
The most venomous of curses also means... when it concerns incantations, the most formidable of powers.
When Yin Guan unleashed the curse, immediately thoughts of resentment swarmed.
Malice arose in the heart of every person, growing and spreading.
Within the entire area confined by the cast iron black pillars, the infinite curse power rampaged wildly, bringing about winds that howled as though tangible.
This was a tsunami happening within the hearts of men.
If the members of the trading caravan hadn't left by then, they would have been wholly consumed by now, each dying from their own bitter resentment with no one spared from the deluge.
