Deciding on the Sage

"No, I can't just sit here and wait for death."

The Grand Primordium Fiendcelestial's eyes flickered. He recalled the legends of the Dark Forbidden Lord and knew that he couldn't wait for death.

He carefully recalled the curse power and fell into deep thought.

The curse power of the Dark Forbidden Lord was domineering and long-lasting. It was extremely strange.

He wanted to know if the Dark Forbidden Lord was a Curse Fiendcelestial and how he cursed.

In addition, he had to find a way to avoid this curse!

The Grand Primordium Fiendcelestial closed his eyes and began to circulate his energy to heal his injuries.

He had to recuperate first.

How many years had it been? He had not been injured for a long time, and even his Great Dao was damaged.

The Grand Primordium Fiendcelestial was not afraid. Instead, his competitiveness was stimulated.

He finally met his match!

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Immortal World, Far West.