Chapter 2297 Control The Central Hub, Curse Shrouded The Immortal Island, Curse Tribe's Bewitchment

After testing Mingyue Wuxia, Chu Kuangren looked at the bronze altar.

The altar released a vast and boundless aura.

The runes carved on it were ancient. Chu Kuangren had seen some similar runes while he was traveling around the Human Ancestral Land.

The runes might be the first runes of the human race.

He just had no idea what the runes meant.

His figure flashed and appeared on the altar.

The altar did not have restriction seals or whatnot, so he was able to enter easily.

At the center of the altar was a stone pillar, and on it was a hole that seemed to be the placeholder for something.

"Master, the size of this hole is exactly the size of the Sword Progenitor," Lil Ai said.

Chu Kuangren pondered for a moment before taking the Sword Progenitor out and slowly inserting it into the hole.

Then, the altar started moving.

Further away, Mingyue Wuxia's eyes glistened with interest.

"Oh? I can't believe he has discovered the secret of the altar so quickly."

"Buzz!"

The altar buzzed and released a strange energy fluctuation that caused the void to ripple like a pebble thrown into a quiet lake.

Chu Kuangren stood on the altar with the Sword Progenitor in his hand.

The Great Dao energy in him was automatically channeled.

A strange insight appeared in his mind.

"This altar is the control center for the entire Immortal Island! If it's refined, it would mean that the whole island is refined, and one can become the ruler of the island!" Chu Kuangren was delighted by the surprise.

The island contained countless resources, and if he could refine them all, it would be a huge Opportunity of Fortune. If he owned the entire island, the Pan Gu Sect would no longer have to worry about insufficient resources!

In order to refine the entire island, one must possess the Sword Progenitor and be at the altar.

Both the sword and the altar were compulsory.

Chu Kuangren got the Sword Progenitor from the Nine Humanity Treasures and then found the altar in the Ancestor Tombs. Who else could be the island ruler if not him?

"I am indeed the chosen one."

Delighted, Chu Kuangren tried to refine the altar.

As the process started, the entire Ancestor Tombs trembled, and all the cultivators, including Mingyue Wuxia, were teleported outside.

The cultivators looked at each other outside the Ancestor Tombs, confused.

"What happened? Why are we out here?"

"It's strange."

"Is it because of Chu Kuangren?" They did not know about the altar, but they had their guesses. "Chu Kuangren's strength is monstrous. He killed so many Monarch Seeds and got his hands on the Human Ancestor's blood as well." "He's the biggest winner this time." "Let's go search the island for other Opportunities of Fortune."

The Ancestor Tombs' entrance was closed. Other than Chu Kuangren, who was refining the altar inside, no one else was allowed entry.

However, the island was huge, and it contained many other Opportunities of Fortune. There might even be Monarch-level Opportunities of Fortune, so the cultivators were not in a hurry to leave.

On a mountain peak somewhere on the island, a black-robed cultivator narrowed his eyes when he saw the other cultivators teleported out of the Ancestor Tombs.

"They were teleported out?"

Then, a crow flew in and landed on his arm. The crow had blood-red eyes, and it looked at the man with violet eyes.

A while later, the black-robed cultivator was struck with realization.

A hint of shock appeared in his eyes. "I didn't expect things to take an unexpected twist. This is surprising."

"Chu Kuangren, you are indeed a menace, but since I'm here, I won't go back empty-handed."

"Sky-prides of the human race, prepare to face the fear of the Blood Curse!"

He grinned, and a violet rune appeared on his hand. It glowed beautifully and ominously.

Many of the cultivators who continued to explore the island found it strange as the days went by that their energies were weakening.

On top of that, they felt weak and in pain, which should not happen to immortals like them.

"Achoo! d.a.m.n, did I sneeze? That shouldn't happen."

"You, too? I've been sneezing for a couple of days now, and I feel mortal again, but we're all immortals."

"Have we been poisoned?"

"No idea."

Time flew, and the cultivators grew weaker by the day.

From sneezing to headaches and feeling weak, many cultivators gathered to figure out a solution.

"I've checked everyone, but there are no signs of poisoning."

A cultivator specialized in Medical Dao checked everyone, and he was sweating profusely after the process. Everyone was even more baffled when they heard him.

"What happened? If we weren't poisoned, what's with the weakened feeling? What caused it?"

"If it's not poison, why is everyone having the same symptoms?"

"It must be the poisonous snake I killed. Its venom must've gotten in me. d.a.m.n it."

"No, that's not right. Other than us humans, the other species are fine. Is it a poison that targets only humans?"

"No, this isn't poison."

One of the cultivators had a sudden realization when he looked at his fellow peers. He clenched his teeth and said, "This is a curse."

A curse?

His claim shocked everyone.

"What? How could it be a curse? Who cursed us?"

"d.a.m.n it. I have no idea when I was cursed!"

When the cultivators found out why they were feeling weak, they reached out to a cultivator who specialized in runes and curses.

That particular cultivator had strange runes tattooed all over his body.

He was one of the sky-prides from the Human Sanctuaries and specialized in Curse Dao.

However, he was also weak like everyone else. He looked pale and was in no better shape than others.

"The cultivator who cursed us is good. It's the most unusual technique I've seen in my life."

"To be able to cast the curse in such a large area of effect and without me knowing, this curse technique is a first to me," said the cultivator.

He, too, was helpless in the situation.

"Hahaha! Fellow human sky-prides, how are you?"

Laughter came from above the human cultivators.

A black-robed cultivator emerged from the void.

He had a strange aura, and no one knew where he came from, but he was not human.

"Are you behind this curse?" Mingyue Wuxia asked.

"Of course. How's my Blood Curse feeling?" the man said with a grin.

"How did you do it?" the cultivator specializing in Curse Dao asked.

The man scoffed and said, "The cultivation technique of the Curse Tribe is not something a petty human like you can understand."

"Curse Tribe?"

"He's from the tribe most skilled in curses across the Infinivese?"

"I heard that the Monarch Seed of the Curse Tribe named Xue Huo is also on the Supreme Honorable Leaderboard. Is that you?"

The man grinned and said, "Indeed. I'm Xue Huo. Remember this name because I will be the humans' biggest fear!"