Chu Mu struggled to raise his hand. As a sliver of Magical Power stirred, he could feel faint wisps of True Demon Qi circulating.
'So, this curse is... Demonization?'
Chu Mu couldn't hide his exhaustion. Having a faint guess, he rubbed his dry eyes and exhaled a turbid breath. He took out several Healing Elixirs and swallowed them before his eyes slowly closed, the overwhelming fatigue threatening to drag him back into a deep slumber.
「Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, several more days had passed.」
He didn't wake again until the sixth day.
When he opened his eyes, his utterly depleted body seemed to have finally recovered a sliver of strength.
Compared to his Golden Core Realm Cultivation, this sliver of strength was truly insignificant.
But given the severity of his festering wounds, even this insignificant amount was barely enough to let him move and muster a minuscule trace of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
"Hngh..."
