Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 105 - 90: One God Becomes Three, Devouring the Evil Gods

Chapter 105: Chapter 90: One God Becomes Three, Devouring the Evil Gods

Sun and moon shorten human life, twelve ghosts return to rest,

Lift your head to see the void, hear curses of ghosts everywhere.

Xiong Sanqi stands at the village entrance, his tall figure shrouded in mist, at this moment, his eyes emit a terrifying brilliance, as if he is no longer human.

Behind him in the mist, twelve terrifying shadows flicker intermittently, as if they might leap out at any time.

The twelve figures, some hunched, seem as if they are elderly men nearing their end, their long beards like whips striking through the air...

Some are burly, over three meters tall, with horns on their heads, rugged and frightening...

Some are graceful and enchanting, their waists swaying like a long stream, their ten fingers frenzied like a succubus...

...

Humans have a thousand faces, ghosts have myriad forms, the one who can claim the top among them is the Ghost General.

Thud, thud... thud, thud...

A series of terrifying sounds come from the thick mist, akin to the beating of drums, resembling the heartbeat of a human body, Taiyin ghostly visage, yet hiding burgeoning life.

"Taiyin traverses the land, forming Dan Sha, by the river of life and death, ghosts hide their hearts."

Xiong Guanchen’s aging face trembles, he stares intently at Xiong Sanqi, unable to believe his eyes.

The aura behind Xiong Sanqi is undoubtedly that of a Ghost General, and even purer, more terrifying than the one crafted by the Xiong Family.

Yet, astonishingly, there are twelve of them!?

"Impossible... how can this be?"

Xiong Baoping nearly screams in denial of the reality before him.

The Xiong Family’s profound foundation, spending the entire clan’s strength, has over the years only managed to create one Ghost General to suppress the clan, meant to be the trump card against Xiong Sanqi.

This was one of the reasons for Xiong Baoping’s fearlessness.

Xiong Sanqi is not the Xiong Sanqi of the past...

Yet, the Xiong Family is also not the Xiong Family of the past.

He thought the gap between them had been closed, but the reality is...

"How... how could this madman... how did he do it?"

"Twelve Ghost Generals... could he be trying to recreate the Ancestral Master’s splendor and surpass the Yin Mountain Dharma Lineage?"

"Xiong Sanqi... this monster... the Xiong Family has produced such a monster... is it a blessing or a curse?"

A series of trembling voices come from the upper echelons of the Xiong Family, and for the first time, they feel unparalleled despair, a abyssal despair from which there is no redemption.

This abyss is Xiong Sanqi.

"I ultimately underestimated you..." Xiong Guanchen sighs.

With these words, it seems to have drained all his energy, his figure becomes increasingly hunched, truly like an old man nearing his end.

"That is the foundation of the Xiong Family."

Xiong Guanchen looks powerlessly at the swirling black mist in the sky, as if praying.

This Ghost General has exhausted the Xiong Family’s efforts, with it, future generations would be without worries.

"Uncle, you’re old." Xiong Sanqi says expressionlessly.

Roar... 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

At that moment, a weird roar comes from the mist behind him, followed by one of the figures flickering its ten fingers, nails growing explosively, curving and bending like a large net towards the black cloud in the sky.

Buzz...

The Xiong Family’s Ghost General feels immense danger, clumps together and turns to leave.

Almost simultaneously, the claw-like nails cover all directions, forcibly trapping the Xiong Family’s Ghost General condensed into a black cloud.

"You can’t..." Xiong Baoping’s face changes dramatically, roaring uncontrollably.

Boom, boom...

As soon as the words fall, the twelve eerie figures behind Xiong Sanqi surge forward like sharks sensing blood, towards the condensed black mass.

The eerie sounds emanating from the black cloud resemble tearing paper, mixed with the cries and wails of women, and the roars of beasts...

The Xiong Family’s high-ranking members fall into a strange silence, staring wide-eyed, observing through Primordial Spirit Observation, witnessing the scene before them, their eyes filled only with fear.

Rustle, rustle...

Suddenly, the condensed black cloud is violently torn apart, like a limb severed by five horses, foul red liquid drips to the ground like raindrops.

The moment it touches the ground, the soil turns black, weeds rapidly wither, subterranean insects frantically crawl out, instantaneously decay, turning into blood water.

In the sky, twelve figures sway, like a frenzied feast, greedily absorbing the scattered foul liquid.

"Finished..."

Xiong Baoping’s face turns bleak, as if he instantly lost his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, looking at Xiong Sanqi, he seems to have aged decades.

He knows, for the rest of his life, he could never match this man’s pace.

Though he has become the Xiong Family’s Clan Leader, he would never reach this man’s heights.

"Still the traditional project, a slap in the face." Xiong Sanqi says casually.

These words crush the Xiong Family’s upper echelons, the nightmares of the past return like a tide, yet facing Xiong Sanqi’s cold gaze, the sounds of slaps rise suddenly.

"Did you cause this chaos for the little ghost entering the ancestral hall?"

Xiong Guanchen’s mood sinks to an all-time low, he did not expect that because of that little ghost, Xiong Sanqi would defy his oath, returning to Yujing after ten years, and with an overwhelming force dominate Yin Mountain Xiong Family, even destroying the painstakingly cultivated Ghost General almost immediately.

To go to such lengths, merely for that little ghost!?

"Who on earth is he?" Xiong Guanchen grits his teeth.

"Uncle, have you gone senile? The more you know, the quicker you die."

Xiong Sanqi’s eyes narrow into a line, looking toward the direction of the Xiong Family’s ancestral hall.

"Who he is... only he knows."

"It’s been ten years."

Boom, boom...

In the sky, clouds gather, a streak of thunder passes, its vibrating sound overshadows Xiong Sanqi’s murmuring whispers.