When Yu Xuan awoke, fragments of information had surged into his mind, knowledge about the two eggs… and an ugly truth about himself.
He was cursed.
When the eggs had merged into his forehead, it had been like a purification ritual.
His spirit and soul had been scoured clean, the contract with the eggs burning away the corruption. And with that cleansing came knowledge, not just of the curse's existence, but of its hunger.
His killing intent flared, hot and sharp. He had to force himself to breathe deeply, fingers curling so tightly that blood welled from his healing palm again.
Now that the pieces had fallen into place, the truth was unavoidable.
These eggs truly lived up to the title Exotic Divine Life of Heaven and Earth. They had not only saved him, but he might have even discovered the reason the Tower of Trials existed alongside the other towers.
The curse had been feeding on his spirit for who knows how long, gnawing at the edges, trying to worm its way into his soul.
