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Chapter 957 - 611 Three Corpses God

Chapter 957: Chapter 611 Three Corpses God

Inside the convoy, the Japanese Transcendents’ screams were incessant.

Some were terrified that their bodies were being taken over by something. Others were bleeding from their mouths and noses and lost all consciousness amid their screams.

The old man in the kimono silently watched his disciples and grand-disciples struggle in pain.

The old man in the kimono knew that their Three Corpses were seizing their bodies, eroding their consciousness.

He also knew that this time, the Japanese Transcendents would once again face a crisis, and it was very likely there would be no chance to turn the tables anymore.

His only solace now was that this was happening on the land of Hua Country, not in Japan.

In his despair, mixed with a trace of relief, he completely gave up resistance.

"Li Kun... let’s meet in hell," he murmured.

The tears of blood in his eyes gradually dried up. His face of grief became calm, turning into an expression of neither sadness nor joy.

Eventually, a bizarre smile appeared on the face of the old man in the kimono.

The only Earth Level Extraordinary in Japan, the strongest of ’Seven Knives,’ the old man in the kimono.

Today, he was ultimately taken by the Three Corpses.

The eerie phenomenon continued for a long time, until finally, two silhouettes slowly rose from the ground.

They too bore bizarre smiles on their faces...

"Out of so many Transcendents, only three have survived the Three Corpses..." A voice came from within the bronze coffin inside the carriage, "Heh, it seems that the Transcendent system of this dynasty is far inferior to the previous ones. Well, it’ll do for now."

Then, a withered arm stretched out from the bronze coffin, grabbing the black arrow nailed to the coffin.

It was clear that the intention was to pull out the arrow, but the arrow turned to dust instantly.

"Whose Magical Skill is this after all?" The voice contained a hint of doubt.

"No matter, it’s all nourishment."

With those words, the Japanese Transcendents who had lost consciousness on the ground were instantly drained into mummies.

...

Meanwhile, Li Changhe and the owner of the fish pond had already run a good distance away.

Especially those third-generation disciples of the Taoist school, who displayed various lightness skills and Magical Skills.

They were surprised to find Li Changhe catching up with them on a bicycle.

One by one, the Transcendents nearly lost their equanimity due to frustration, putting all their effort into using their abilities.

As a result, within a few minutes, they had run several kilometers away.

Finally, they successfully regrouped with the Ghost Hand and the others.

While Li Changhe and the rest were retreating, the Ghost Hand and his team had already found a suitable place to stay.

It was an abandoned old temple in the mountains.

"What did you overhear?" Li Changhe asked as he entered the old temple.

The people in the convoy were replaced by the disciples of the Taoist school, and for good measure, listening devices and locators were installed in the vehicles.

Li Changhe was eager to know what had happened to the convoy after they fled.

"Screams, nothing but screams," replied a second-generation disciple of the Taoist school, "but the listeners didn’t hear any sounds of combat."

"So, all the Japanese Transcendents have been affected?" asked the owner of the fish pond, "Even the one at the Earth Level?"

"From the sounds we eavesdropped on, they indeed seem to have been attacked or influenced by some force without any fighting," the second-generation disciple continued. "Apart from their conversation, we also heard a few lines of ancient language. The few words we understood so far are ’Three Corpses’ and ’which sect’s Magical Skill.’"

"The latter is probably about my attack. It’s normal for him not to understand my Magical Skill," Li Changhe frowned and asked, "But what are the Three Corpses?"

The owner of the fish pond responded, "The Three Corpses God, according to their Taoist theory. They are the three evil desires within humans. The Upper Corpse God, the Middle Corpse God, and the Lower Corpse God. They correspond to private desires, gluttony, and sexuality. It’s the same idea as ’breaking attachments’ in Buddhism. So, Taoism also has the concept of Cutting Three Corpses, which means cutting off delusions to achieve Unity of Heaven and Man."

"Cutting Three Corpses to achieve Unity of Heaven and Man? And the Lower Corpse God represents sexuality? Then I guess I’ll never be able to cut the Lower Corpse," Li Changhe joked, "Looks like this is as far as I go."

From this perspective, entering the Heavenly Road as a Transcendent seems very troublesome. Li Changhe might as well honestly rely on Black Mud Divinity.

"Hehe." The Ghost Hand, who was roasting a fire nearby, chuckled in response, "Same for me!"

For some reason, once he said this, the second-generation disciples of the Taoist sect didn’t give him a pleasant look.

"Both of you, stop joking around. The so-called cutting off doesn’t mean losing these emotions, but rather, controlling them better. It’s all about cutting off delusions; it has nothing to do with whether you have wives or not. Different factions have different interpretations, and in ancient times, there were theories about the Three Good Corpses and Three Evil Corpses," the owner of the fish pond explained. "The main point is that the Divine Corpse not only came back to life but also has a way to control the Three Corpses in humans. That’s why we Transcendents feel a kind of unease."

"For us Transcendents, no, for humanity, this is absolutely fatal."

"You’re right." Just then, a figure suddenly flashed into the old temple.

It was Li Kun.

Upon receiving the message, he immediately rushed over. He was extremely fast; despite being more than ten kilometers away, he wasn’t much slower than Li Changhe and the others.

The Taoist Magical Skill of Shrinking into inches was indeed refined to perfection.

"Master!" The Taoist disciples saluted Li Kun one after another.

Li Kun, however, waved his hand and said, "I’ve already understood the situation. You all leave for a moment, I need to discuss something with these young friends."

The Taoist disciples were a bit puzzled but still obeyed their master’s orders.

The Ghost Hand intended to stay and listen but was carried out by several second-generation disciples with unfriendly faces.

The mute girl made several sign languages to Li Kun, and seeing him nod with a smile,

she took her iron umbrella outside the old temple and silently wrote a Talisman. She quietly stood outside, watching her senior and junior brothers and sisters along with the Ghost Hand making noise.

The more Li Kun watched, the more pained he felt; all these disciples had died in that historical moment with Li Changhe...

He took a deep breath before finally speaking, "If the ancient texts are not wrong, that Qi Practitioner forebear indeed stepped onto the Heavenly Road. He achieved the status of a Celestial but ultimately failed to Cut the Three Corpses and was overtaken by them. So, he is not evil, but the Three Corpses God that has seized the body of a Celestial. Clearly, in your history, all of us were killed by the Three Corpses God. For Transcendents, the Three Corpses God is a bane."

"Well, at least we know who the main culprit is," Qiu Wentian said. "What’s left is figuring out how to eliminate this Three Corpses God."

"How do we fight it? Getting close means getting hit," the owner of the fish pond shook his head, feeling the need for a long-term strategy.

"Wait, you mean he’s still alive?" Li Changhe asked in surprise, "It’s been over two thousand years, can a Celestial live that long?"

"Maybe the Three Corpses God isn’t considered a living being. Or perhaps, the Transcendent who achieved Unity of Heaven and Man now shares the same lifespan as heaven... I’m not a Celestial, so how would I know?" Li Kun glanced at Li Changhe and said, "It should be you we’re asking though, oh Heretic Celestial Li Ba. How long can you Celestials live?"

"How would I know that, I’m only 19," Li Changhe spread his hands out, "I wasn’t even born yet in your era."

"Nineteen, impressive huh?" Li Kun clicked his tongue, thinking sure, you’re young and accomplished, but what are you showing off for.

But nineteen, and surnamed Li...

Li Kun turned his head back and glanced at the mute girl standing guard at the door.

"..."

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