Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 369 195: The Three Corpses Daoist Amidst Chaos! One Man, One Dog, One Daoist Child_3

This place seems like the Netherworld, like Purgatory.

"Five Prisons... you... you actually practiced the Technique of Five Prisons?" The middle-aged Daoist's eyes finally filled with deep shock and fear.

Within the Daoist Sect, there is a saying about the [Five Prisons], which says that whoever can pass through the Five Prisons can ascend to become an Immortal.

However, passing through one Prison is like killing one body, and passing through Five Prisons is like killing five bodies.

This is a legendary Daoist Skill that only exists in legend.

The middle-aged Daoist never dreamed that this young man before him would actually use his body to refine the Five Prisons!?

"Often refining this body through the Five Prisons, who is the Immortal and who is the God!?"

The Three Corpses Daoist spoke softly, walking in the parched earth of the Purgatory, an inhuman anomaly, majestic and unnamed, a terrifying presence overwhelming the sky.

...

The night ended, the Three Corpses Daoist sat in front of the ruined temple, watching the full moon set in the west.

Not far away, the Daoist's corpse hung on a withered tree, left for the cold crows to peck at.

At that moment, a large black dog walked out of the dense forest in the distance, surprisingly carrying a Little Taoist Child in its mouth, about seven or eight years old, with fair skin, who despite the chaotic times, had a face with baby fat, evidently well-fed.

"Heh heh, there's a little fish too."

The large black dog grinned, its mouth open, and dropped the Little Taoist Child on the ground.

"What's your name? Which mountain gate are you cultivating at?" The Three Corpses Daoist asked.

"Humph!" The Little Taoist Child crossed his hands over his chest and snorted coldly, turning his head away directly.

"No need to ask, he's a Little Mute, can't talk." The large black dog drooled.

"Your people have been following me from Xijiang Province, not just this group." The Three Corpses Daoist stared at the young Little Taoist Child, speaking calmly.

"Humph!"

The Little Taoist Child made a humming sound with his mouth and turned his head to another place.

"Take him along, I want to see who exactly is this master." The Three Corpses Daoist spoke softly.

"Take this Little Mute?" The large black dog wagged its tail, a fierce gleam in its eyes, somewhat reluctantly.

Light and shadow turned, seasons changed.

One person, one dog, one Taoist Child, traveling southward, crossing mountains and provinces, journeying for over half a year.

The Little Mute was ridiculed and bullied by the large black dog all the way, with the Three Corpses Daoist staying out of it. He had saved people, he had killed people, irrelevant to good or evil, all acted upon his whim, just his training amidst the Red Dust.

Occasionally stooping to write letters, calling in large birds to send them, not knowing to whom he wrote or to whom he sent them.

Once in a while, the Little Taoist Child would see the Three Corpses Daoist staring north, lost in thought, seemingly for half a day.

He attempted to escape multiple times, using every method, but was always caught by the Three Corpses Daoist, a run-and-catch game akin to a cat playing with a mouse, adding fun to their journey.

Over half a year passed, they traversed half of Hua Country; in such a time, life and death seemed ordinary and mundane.

One day, the trio finally entered the domain of Jiangnan Province, traveling another two hundred miles, reaching Ancient Jiangning, the future site of Yujing City.

It was late at night.

In the depths of a desolate mountain, the Three Corpses Daoist sat cross-legged on a large bluestone, suddenly, his brow trembled, black hair stood on end, his Primordial Spirit emerged from the Spirit Platform, chaotic breath as if undergoing a great Tribulation, becoming incomparably weakened.

"Trouble... Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, a great Tribulation must be coming... indeed terrifying, impossible to escape..."

The large black dog grinned, extremely tense, all its fur bristling, a fierce gleam in its eyes, guarding by the Three Corpses Daoist's side.

Bang...

At that moment, a terrifying strange force struck, very powerful, actually flinging it away.

The large black dog let out a miserable cry, heavily landing, looking up in surprise.

"Little Mute!?"

"Heaven and Earth Profound Sect, Root of All Qi. Extensive cultivation of Tribulations, verifying my Divine Techniques..."

A soft whisper echoed, the Mysterious Mantra reverberating through Kongshan, the large black dog's eyes widened to the extreme disbelief.

In half a year's time, this little ghost actually endured until now, possessing means but not revealing, not uttering a single word.

"Golden Light Curse!?"

The Little Mute who had been bullied all the way, the Taoist Child of only seven or eight years old, actually performing one of the Daoist Sect's eight great mantras, the Golden Light Curse!?

Under the bleak moonlight, golden divine light swirled, like a tide unceasingly flowing, enveloping the Little Taoist Child, making his aura terrifyingly extraordinary.

"Little Mute, you..."

"You're the mute, your whole family is mute..."

At this moment, the Little Taoist Child cursed, having endured all the way, finally seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, intending to rise up and revel in authority.

"I'll peel your dog skin to make a hat, I am not called Little Mute..."

"I am called Chu Chaoran!!!"