The moment the Seal was broken, the Celestial Demon True Spirit's "curse" erupted under the impact of immense power, seemingly affecting Ji's sanity as well.
Things seemed to have taken an unexpected turn.
However, Zhou Yuanjue didn't move. He stood his ground, meeting Ji's ferocious and tyrannical gaze. His expression was as tranquil as an ancient well, his eyes profound and dark—as unfathomable as an endless abyss.
Instantly, Ji froze. Something about Zhou Yuanjue's gaze pierced through the curse's onslaught of brutality and bloodlust, causing her to remember something.
The tyrannical aura gradually came under control. The brutal crimson in her eyes faded, and a rational look slowly returned.
"I'm sorry. For us, controlling the 'curse' is no easy task."
Ji said slowly to Zhou Yuanjue.
Hearing Ji's words, everyone was taken aback.
'What's going on? A Celestial Demon Ancestor is actually apologizing to a human?'
