Starting With Chaos Physique-Chapter 50 - Suspected of Severing the Three Corpses

Chapter 50 Suspected of Severing the Three Corpses

As the four gates of the ice palace were simultaneously blasted open, an endless tide of vengeful spirits surged out. Each spirit was shrouded in a gray mist, their faces grotesque and savage, like malevolent ghosts ready to devour anything in their path.

The air was thick with overwhelming resentment.

“Could this ice palace be suppressing some kind of evil? Why is every one of these vengeful spirits so strong?” Qin Qingqing asked, her brows furrowed.

Each spirit wore ancient clothing, varied in age and gender, yet they all shared the same feral appearance as they spread out in every direction.

The restrictive formations that bound this area seemed to have no effect on them.

Noticing this peculiar detail, Gu Changsheng frowned slightly, deep in thought.

With a wave of his hand, a massive slash of sword energy cleaved through the air, instantly obliterating a nearby phantom.

However, the sheer number of spirits was staggering. They surged out of the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb and vanished into the distance, leaving only a few unlucky ones to encounter the duo, only to be easily destroyed.

“If these spirits encounter other cultivators, it will be a catastrophe—not just the dark beast tide, but this horde of vengeful spirits as well,” Qin Qingqing muttered, a bit embarrassed. After all, she had played a part in unleashing them.

Gu Changsheng, unconcerned, replied, “It’s all just training. Killing the dark beast tide or these spirits—what’s the difference?”

Qin Qingqing glanced at him, then nodded. “You have a point… but it still feels like you’re just making excuses.”

Gu Changsheng ignored her, his figure shooting toward the ice palace, chaotic energy roiling around him like a sea of flames.

As he passed, the spirits disintegrated, melting away like snow under the scorching sun.

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“Hmph...” Qin Qingqing huffed and quickly followed.

The deeper they ventured into the palace, the colder it became.

As they moved further in, the surroundings grew increasingly dark, a stark contrast to the ethereal and divine exterior of the palace.

The air was filled with a chilling cold, sharp enough to pierce the soul and nearly shatter it.

With the spirits now released, the wailing and crying sounds had diminished, but the silence that remained made the place feel even more eerie and foreboding.

“It’s so dark here, Gu Changsheng. Can’t you slow down and wait for me?” Qin Qingqing called out from behind.

Gu Changsheng ignored her, his divine sense extending to probe the surroundings.

Broken and collapsed pillars filled the area, evidence of a battle from ages past. Many spiritual artifacts lay scattered, corroded and decayed with time.

“There’s nothing here, Gu Changsheng. What exactly are we looking for?” Qin Qingqing asked.

“We’re looking for a path,” Gu Changsheng replied, crouching to pick up a fragment of a weapon.

The fragment bore strands of blood-red hair, clinging to its surface like a curse.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling sensation crept up both their spines, as if unseen eyes were watching them from the darkness.

Qin Qingqing’s face turned pale, and her scalp tingled with unease.

Who knew what sort of horrors might have emerged in a place untouched for tens of thousands of years?

“Don’t look back,” Gu Changsheng’s calm voice reached her ears.

They were being watched.

“Hehehe…”

A low, sinister laugh suddenly echoed through the air.

Gu Changsheng’s expression changed, and his figure flickered as he retreated at lightning speed.

A pale hand seemed to materialize from nowhere, striking at the spot where he had just been. If he had moved even a moment later, it would have pierced his chest.

“What is that thing?” Qin Qingqing hurried to Gu Changsheng’s side, her voice trembling as cold sweat ran down her back.

“I don’t know. It could be a saint’s remnant soul, but it might be something else entirely,” Gu Changsheng replied cautiously.

Just moments earlier, his instincts had flared, alerting him to the bone-chilling presence. Without that warning, he might not have survived.

Even with his formidable physical strength, the threat was palpable.

At the spot where Gu Changsheng had stood, the pale hand extended further, revealing a blurry figure emerging from the darkness.

The figure wore a five-gold crown and a purple-gold robe adorned with intricate, ancient patterns.

Its lifeless eyes stared straight ahead, its feet hovering above the ground, creating an unnerving sight.

Most horrifying of all, its body was covered in strands of blood-red hair, writhing like living tendrils.

“This… this looks like the evil corpse described in the ancient texts…” Qin Qingqing said, peeking out from behind Gu Changsheng.

In ancient Daoist teachings, there was a method to attain sainthood by severing the “three corpses”—the good corpse, evil corpse, and wise corpse.

These corpses were formed by purging the “three corpse worms” within the body.

The Upper Corpse Worm (Peng Hou): Resides in the head, causing stupidity and lack of wisdom.

The Middle Corpse Worm (Peng Zhi): Resides in the chest, inducing delusions and desires.

Lower Corpse Worm (Peng Jiao): Resides in the abdomen, fostering greed and base appetites.

This ancient method differed greatly from the mainstream paths of cultivation in this world.

“Could the Heaven-Toppling Supreme Saint have attempted to use the method of severing the three corpses to ascend to a Great Saint?” Gu Changsheng speculated, his gaze thoughtful.

Suddenly—

“Ah!”

Qin Qingqing screamed, throwing her arms around Gu Changsheng in panic.

The monstrous figure had somehow appeared behind her without warning, its palm descending.

The strike seemed to carry the power of space itself, turning the surrounding area into a quagmire that made it impossible to move.

Even with her Void Physique, Qin Qingqing found herself unable to break free.