I activated my armor, and thousands of strings came out of my body and formed armor on my body. The armor is the same as before; there is no separation of the healing mode and combat mode.

  'Coffin of Healing,'

  I said, and thousands of strings released from me. This is an old move of mine, but everything about it had changed except for the old name; I wanted to change that too but decided to keep it after some thoughts.

  The strings from me begin to weave a construct, and a few seconds later, a grand coffin had appeared. It is extremely beautiful with symbols and murals; it looks like it is a coffin that is used to bury the Mythical kings rather than some very complex that is going to be used for the healing.

  "Mom, please step into the coffin," I said; she just nodded and stepped into it. As she did, a few thousand more strings came out of me and formed the sealing door.

  As for my mother, it got sealed inside me; only her hazy figure could be seen from the outside. I looked at her a second before I placed both of my hands on it.

  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, and activated the first formation; as I did, thousands of extremely tiny strings came out of my cabin; these strings are a hundred times thinner than the strings that I had created the coffin with, and now over hundred thousand of them are piercing into my body.

  It took a second to over a hundred thousand strings pierce into my mother's body; the process is fast and nearly painless.

  As the strings pierce, the vision of my mother's body in front of me and I could see tens of formations, some of them very familiar. These formations are covered in thick slimy grey energy, which is everywhere, not only is covering all the formations but also my mother's body.

  Though I had already known the poison had merged with the very essence of my mother, I still couldn't help but be shocked to see the damage; it was far more than I had expected.

  'How is she even alive?' I asked myself. Technically she should not be alive, seeing the amount of the curse inhabited in her body. It is merging with, but it is a good merge; it would be right to say it is slowly consuming her.

  Its slowness is very confusing; with the amount of curse energy my mother has, it would be able to consume her for less than a minute.

  'It looks like I will have to head deeper,' I said to myself, started to move my strings deeper.

  My strings are not facing any resistance as they head deeper into my mother's body; if the teacher and others were to see it, they would be shocked out of their mind.

  The curse creates immense resistance; it does not let any type of energy infiltrate inside her, be it a soul sense of energy. It would repel or consume; this is why all the new formations are outside. There was no new formation that had reached near the core or into the core part of my mother.

  Hun!

  My strings head deeper and deeper when suddenly they stopped as I saw something that shocked me. I am very close to reaching my mother's core and finally come across the formation; unlike the formations before, this one is old, very old, the time when she was hit by the curse.

  It is now broken and beyond recognization, which is kind of shocking seeing; I had through one of the reasons why my mother had been consumed by the curse are these formations, but looking at the state of these formations, my conjecture seemed to be very wrong.

  The state of formation had made me even more curious about the reason for my mother's survival, and I moved my strings even deeper, finding more and more decrepit formations.

  Looking at the sheer number of formations, I could tell that Mistson had tried very hard to save my mother. Though I hate them, seeing the huge formations, the hate couldn't help but elevate a little.

  From what I could see, these formations once were very powerful and had sealed the curse for years before it had become too powerful and destroyed them all. I am shocked by the level of damage that curse had done to these formations; some of them had been cast by very powerful grandmaster level sealers and healers, it is not easy to destroy them to such a stage.

  This had made the curiosity in my mind burn wildly, and I made my strings even faster; I had to see what is the thing that stopping this curse from consuming my mother.

  "FUCK!"

  Soon, the strings have reached the deepest part of my mother, and what I saw had shocked me so much that I couldn't help but cursed loudly and accidentally woke up my sister, who was soundly sleeping in the arms of my father.

  I did not want to make up a sound, but the thing I was seeing was shocking enough that I couldn't help but curse loudly.

  What I saw was a sea of mist fighting against, evading, strangling the sea of a curse. The aura coming from the mist is extremely powerful, so powerful that I couldn't help but faintly shudder from it.

  It is not like I had not thought of this possibility, grand arts are different from regular arts, and they could be used in ways unimaginable, but still, it is completely out of my expectation.

  The comprehension and mental energy of art I am seeing is approaching the Grandmaster level, and what is grandmaster level? They are freaking living fossils, like the lord Patric here, extremely powerful with long life.

  My mother is very close to that level in her art, and she had reached this level while nearly all her powers were sealed; no wonder she was able to stop the curse from consuming her.