Starting Cultivation During a Trip

”Heh, a Primordial Spirit that lacks human essence just doesn’t taste as good.”

The large black dog lifted its head, looking at the Three Corpses Daoist, and put down the human hand, licking its lips.

”In this chaotic world, those people are no different from evil spirits.” The Three Corpses Daoist said flatly.

”You may leave.”

As soon as the words fell, in the corner, those hostages exchanged glances, but not a single one dared to move.

”If you don’t leave now, it will eat you.” The Three Corpses Daoist said casually.

As soon as the words fell, those hostages madly rushed out of the dilapidated house as if attending a funeral, fleeing from the ruined temple, so desperately that they wished their parents had given them two more legs.

”Hm!?”

The Three Corpses Daoist glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw another three to five people still in the corner. They were the old, weak, sick, and disabled that the bandits just mentioned, originally intended to be sent as meat and used to form human pyramids.

”Please... don’t eat us...”

A pale and frail woman said tremblingly, her whites of the eyes slightly yellowed, her skin devoid of any color, and her breathing extremely heavy.

”In a chaotic world like this, there’s no difference between humans and ghosts.”

The Three Corpses Daoist remained expressionless, raising a hand, causing those old, weak, sick, and disabled to fall down, their Primordial Spirits landing in his grasp.

Whew...

His deep-set eyes showed no ripple at all as he gently breathed, the Primordial Spirits ascending like clear air, merging into his mouth and nose.

”Tsk tsk... your Technique for Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit is becoming more refined... You abolished the technique of the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Breaking the Realm and Re-Cultivating, yet still so formidable?”

The large black dog stuck out its tongue, a peculiar gleam flickering in his crimson eyes.

This kind of chaotic world is a Mortal World’s Purgatory, yet a breeding ground for demons.

He followed the Three Corpses Daoist, relying on each other for survival, wandering in this Yanfu Purgatory, having seen many things and been through numerous experiences.

”Tribulation is the Elixir of Immortality... Perhaps only in such chaotic times can true Great Demons be nurtured, can true Immortal Gods be forged...” The Three Corpses Daoist murmured softly.

”Infinite Celestial Venerable!”

At that moment, a Daoist title echoed, as clear as the bright moon, as turbulent as flowing wind, reverberating through the long night.

”Hm!?”

The Three Corpses Daoist’s gaze shifted, and he stepped out of the dilapidated house with the large black dog.

In front of the desolate temple, a middle-aged Daoist walked under the moonlight, his broad robe fluttering in the wind, his profound gaze surpassing the bright moon, landing on the Three Corpses Daoist.

”Didn’t expect to meet a fellow Daoist in this desolate temple.” The middle-aged Daoist bowed lightly and said.

”Daoist, I’m afraid you and I are not fellow Daoists.”

The Three Corpses Daoist muttered, in such a world, where are any fellow Daoists? Merely struggling in the Red Dust, passing through this Purgatory, how many can walk together?

”Those bandits did deserve death, but the old, weak, sick, and disabled were innocent. Why did you act so ruthlessly, committing unwarranted slaughter?” The middle-aged Daoist bowed lightly.

People of the Daoist Sect naturally do not preach mercy or the idea of laying down the butcher’s knife; if one deserves death, then one must die.

But innocent people should have a way to live.

”Born in chaos, nothing is truly innocent. Sometimes, death brings more peace than life...”

”Is that so?”

The middle-aged Daoist’s gaze slightly narrowed, falling onto the large black dog beside him.

”People of the Daoist Sect conspiring with evil spirits, no wonder such absurd remarks are made.”

”Your life is a life, its life is also a life, born of nature, what difference is there between noble and base, right and wrong?” The Three Corpses Daoist said indifferently.

”What clever words!” The middle-aged Daoist’s eyes brightened, involuntarily praising.

”Then... what about Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit!?”

The middle-aged Daoist’s tone shifted, his gaze turning icy cold.

”Daoist, which mountain gate are you from? You’ve been following me for some time.” The Three Corpses Daoist said flatly.

”Wuwei Demon...”

The middle-aged Daoist uttered softly, his robe fluttering, his five fingers intertwined with arcs of light shimmering, the sound of explosions cracking in the air.

”Five Thunders Righteous Method!?”

Rumble...

Before the words had fallen, the middle-aged Daoist launched his attack, his figure leaping and transforming into a shadow, appearing before the Three Corpses Daoist, thunder booming, suddenly displaying the mighty art of slaughter and charge, targeting the Three Corpses Daoist’s Celestial Spirit.

Whew...

At that moment, the Three Corpses Daoist pointed into the void, the shattered moonlight suddenly morphing into a peculiar Talisman, his form dissolving beneath this Talisman as if like flowers in a mirror, the moon in the water, slowly dispersing.

Boom...

The thunder struck empty, and where the middle-aged Daoist stood, the ground suddenly exploded, revealing a gigantic pit.

Such power clearly indicates that this person has achieved Great Success in the Five Thunders Righteous Method.

Yet, at this moment, his face was filled with shock, not at the Three Corpses Daoist’s ability to evade his magic, but at the shock of that Talisman just now...

”Mirror Moon Talisman, Dragon Tiger Mountain... You’re from the Zhang Family?” The middle-aged Daoist’s gaze trembled, staring with disbelief at the figure slowly reappearing in the moonlight.

A Wuwei Demon skilled in Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit could actually use Talismanic Magic from the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family.

The Mirror Moon Talisman is recorded in the Celestial Master’s Talisman and cannot be truly passed unless one is of the Zhang Family.

The technique of Miao Jue Void just now has already grasped the Samadhi within.

”In your next life, in reincarnation, you can ask.”

The Three Corpses Daoist stood barefoot, his eyes deep as an abyss, as a soft utterance fell, the shattered moonlight behind him gradually dispersed, turning the ground into scorched earth, spreading continuously.

”Is this... Outer Scenery!?”

The middle-aged Daoist’s facial expression changed drastically, a deep fear showed through his trembling skin; he looked around, realizing his Primordial Spirit had unknowingly become trapped within the Outer Scenery.

The place where they stood had turned to scorched earth, with tongues of fire erupting from the cracked ground, countless grievances shouting, countless skeletons shifting...