After Thea returned to Earth, she hurriedly left Mount Bane and headed in the direction of the Chamber of Scriptures.

Soon, she arrived at her destination and met the custodian.

On the ninth floor of the Chamber of Scriptures, Thea was sitting in a lotus position on the ground. Her ruddy face was slowly turning pale.

Beside her was a glamorous-looking woman. Wearing a dress as white as snow, she was impeccably gorgeous.

“I was struck by the Curse Magic during the battle against the Divine Holy Emperor. Miss, what is this Curse Magic? Why is it so terrifying?”

Thea asked helplessly.

The custodian looked at Thea and said softly, “The Curse Magic is a Supernatural Power in the Primeval Age and is currently in the possession of the Demon Race in the Demon Realm. To my understanding, the Azurean Clan and Hadean Clan each mastered segments of the Curse Magic. However, what they learned was incomplete. The complete version of the Curse Magic had already been long lost. Meanwhile,