Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The fat man wiped his snot and tears all over Lin Mo's trouser leg.

"I was forced into it! I really didn't want to do these heinous things!"

"Those bastards from the Ten Thousand Souls Sect threatened me with the lives of my entire family. What can a weak and helpless fat guy like me do?"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother who is bedridden, eight illegitimate children who are crying for food, and more than a dozen Daoist partners who are waiting for me to earn spirit stones to buy magic weapons!"

If I don't take this job, they'll all starve to death!

"Actually, I'm a good person! I would even recite the Rebirth Mantra for three days for an ant that I stepped on and killed!"

I swear to God, I was just confused for a moment, my ancestors!

Lin Mo looked down at the large snot on his trouser leg, his lips twitching incessantly.

Which Hengdian extras training class wholesaled these lines?

You're still a baby, and with your size, you've practically eaten the whole food bowl yourself.

Do you have to recite the Rebirth Mantra even for stepping on an ant?

Your Rebirth Mantra is probably a Gatling gun version of the Great Compassion Mantra!

Lin Mo raised his right leg and disdainfully shook off the fat man's hand.

"Enough talk, remove the Soul-Devouring Curse from their necks."

The fat man rolled on the ground, got up, and knelt down.

He turned his head and glanced at the Blood Demon Sect's former members, who were wearing shackles, in the distance.

Break the curse?

The fat man's eyes darted around, and he instantly understood why he hadn't been killed.

"This...this..."

The fat man stammered.

"Can't it be solved?"

Lin Mo raised his right hand, his palm surging with crimson blood and qi.

"It can be solved! It can be solved!"

The fat man was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly.

"This kind of harmful and insidious curse should have been eradicated long ago! My heart bleeds every day as I watch them suffer!"

"only……"

The fat man paused, then changed the subject.

"My ancestor, if I break this curse, will you release me?"

"Let you go?"

Lin Mo paused upon hearing this.

Then he squatted down and looked the fat man in the eye.

The fat man felt uneasy under that smile and was about to back away when Lin Mo grabbed his shoulder.

"OK."

Lin Mo looked at the fat man and gave him a kind smile.

"As the saying goes, 'A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold, and one who lays down his butcher's knife can become a Buddha on the spot.' Since you know you were wrong, I am naturally willing to give you a chance to repent and start anew."

Lin Mo took out the black mother talisman and waved it in front of the fat man.

"However, you'll have to lift this Soul-Devouring Curse first, and then I'll let you go."

The fat man stared at the mother talisman.

I don't believe such empty promises at all.

Having been in the cultivation world for so many years, he had seen plenty of heartless acts of ruthlessness.

The curse had barely been lifted when his head was about to be removed.

"You... really mean what you say?"

The fat man gritted his teeth and secretly glanced at Lin Mo.

"If I break this Soul-Devouring Curse, you won't kill me?"

Lin Mo stood up, patted his chest, and made a solemn vow.

"Of course. My Lin... my Blood Demon Sect's founder has always been a man of his word. If he said he wouldn't kill you, he absolutely wouldn't."

The fat man rolled his eyes.

A guarantee alone is useless.

You absolutely must get insurance.

"My ancestor, could you... make an oath first?"

The fat man mustered up his courage and made a request.

"It's the kind of thing... where you swear an oath to the heavens."

A vow made to Heaven!

The most toxic constraint mechanism in the cultivation world.

Once you swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, a karmic mark will be left in the unseen realm.

If one breaks the oath, the consequences range from minor demonic possession and complete destruction of one's cultivation to severe divine punishment that annihilates both one's soul and spirit.

No one dares to joke about oaths made in accordance with the will of Heaven.

Even a patriarch in the Mahayana stage, who has sworn an oath to the Heavenly Dao, must obediently act as a grandson.

As long as this living devil dares to swear an oath, my life is saved.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

A vow to Heaven?

Inside the system space, the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc was emitting a soft light.

Current function: Shielding Heavenly Secrets. Ignores Heavenly Tribulations and Lightning Punishments, conceals cultivation level and destiny.

simply put.

Physical internet outage.

But a vow made voluntarily is equivalent to signing a contract with the Heavenly Dao, which even the Jade Tablet of Creation cannot conceal.

However, Lin Mo still nodded.

"Sure, it's just making a vow, no big deal."

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

"What's your name?"

The fat man quickly replied, "My name is Huo Bucheng!"

Lin Mo almost burst out laughing.

Huo Bucheng?

That's a damn auspicious name.

Lin Mo cleared his throat, raised three fingers, and pointed directly at the gray sky above the mining area.

His expression was serious.

"I, Lin Mo, hereby swear to the Heavenly Dao."

"As long as Huo Bucheng lifts the Soul-Devouring Curse on everyone, I will let him go and will not harm him in the slightest!"

"If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning, my soul be annihilated, and I be condemned to eternal damnation!"

Lin Mo recited every oath he could think of in one breath.

Huo Bucheng listened intently, not missing a single word.

There are absolutely no word games involved!

No loopholes were left!

We will never harm him in the slightest!

Steady!

Huo Bucheng was overjoyed.

This kid is still too young!

He was trapped by the oath of Heaven with just a few words.

Once I leave here, I'll immediately return to my sect and report back, then bring my Mahayana-stage ancestor to skin you alive!

Huo Bucheng finally felt relieved.

He let out a long sigh, got up from the ground, and reached out to take the black mother talisman that Lin Mo handed him.

Quickly form hand seals.

Streams of dark green true essence were injected into the mother talisman.

The black patterns on the surface of the mother talisman began to flicker and emit a buzzing sound.

"untie!"

Huo Bucheng roared and slammed his hands together.

Click!

The hard mother symbol split open in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread rapidly.

click!

The mother talisman shattered completely, turning into a cloud of black powder that scattered across the ground.

at the same time.

In the distant mining area.

The hundreds of former members of the Blood Demon Sect felt a burning, stinging pain on their necks.

They instinctively covered their necks.

The Soul-Eating Curse runes, which were like venomous snakes biting their carotid arteries, were now bursting with red light.

The red light flashed a few times, and the runes began to twist and dissolve.

Ultimately, it turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

The oppressive feeling that had been pressing down on my soul vanished instantly.

The stagnant spiritual energy broke through the dried-up meridians and began to flow again.

Elder Li touched his neck, his one arm trembling violently.

She tilted her head back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's gone... the Soul-Eating Curse is gone!"

The middle-aged man suddenly ripped open his collar, looked at his clean skin, and trembled with excitement.

"It's off! We're free!"

The hundreds of people were silent for a second.

A cheer then erupted.

Some people wept bitterly, some roared to the sky, and some rolled in the blood.

Elder Li turned around and faced Lin Mo's direction.

He knelt down heavily with a thud.

"Our ancestral master has shown his power! We will never forget your life-saving grace!"

The middle-aged man knelt down, his head hitting the rock with a loud thud.

"Long live the Founding Master! Long live the Empress!"

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Hundreds of former subordinates, now free, knelt down in unison and kowtowed frantically in Lin Mo's direction.

Waves of sound echoed from the bottom of the sinkhole.

They no longer had any doubts about Lin Mo's identity.

Aside from the patriarch and the Empress, who can force the overseer of the Myriad Souls Sect to voluntarily break this unsolvable Soul Devouring Curse?

Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, accepting the kneeling worship of the crowd with composure.

Huo Bucheng got up from the ground.

Brush the black powder off your hands.

Looking at the Blood Demon Sect remnants around him who had regained their freedom, he sneered inwardly.

Laugh, laugh as much as you want.

Once I go back and get reinforcements, you'll all become the main souls within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!

He thought this to himself, but dared not show it on his face.

Huo Bucheng turned around, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

"My ancestor, the curse has been lifted. Now... may I leave?"