Starting With Chaos Physique-Chapter 51 - Wisdom Corpse Nailed to the Spirit Pool, Mystery Box

Chapter 51 Wisdom Corpse Nailed to the Spirit Pool, Mystery Box

“Where did that monster disappear to?”

Buzz!

Feeling the oppressive restraints of the void tightening around them, Gu Changsheng’s expression turned grave.

Chaos energy surged from his body as he channeled his vast power, causing the Primordial Seal within his chaotic spiritual sea to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, an immense, world-like force erupted, shattering the restraints around them.

Without hesitation, Gu Changsheng grabbed Qin Qingqing. Runes shimmered around him, transforming into two wings—one black and one white—and in a flash, they vanished from their spot.

This was the Kunpeng Sky-stride Step, a divine technique famed for its unparalleled speed.

“That was terrifying! I thought I wouldn’t make it out,” Qin Qingqing said, relief washing over her. Then, realizing she was still tightly clutching Gu Changsheng, a blush spread across her face.

Yet, despite the embarrassment, the feeling of safety was undeniable.

Unbeknownst to her, Gu Changsheng, still tense in the dark, paid no attention to her actions. His brows were furrowed as he sensed the chilling aura clinging to them, persistent like a shadow.

The eerie monster hadn’t been left behind—it was still pursuing them.

“It’s fast, but it’s nothing compared to a true Saint’s evil corpse,” Qin Qingqing murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

A true Saint’s evil corpse would be far beyond what they could hope to evade.

“Likely due to the passage of countless years, its power has waned. However, its physical body remains indestructible,” Gu Changsheng said, his brows knitting further.

Abruptly, he halted. With his free hand, runes lit up, activating a thunder-based divine technique.

Lightning erupted from his palm, roaring toward the pursuing red-haired creature.

The blood-red monster charged forward, seemingly oblivious to the attack, showing no intention of dodging.

Boom!

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The entire ice palace trembled as though struck by a force capable of toppling ten thousand divine mountains.

The blood-red monster barely wavered, its lifeless gaze shifting to Gu Changsheng before resuming its pursuit.

Its long, claw-like hands, dyed crimson, slashed toward the pair with terrifying precision.

“What a nuisance,” Gu Changsheng muttered, clutching Qin Qingqing tightly as he evaded the attack. Turning into a blur, he sped deeper into the ice palace.

When the monster’s claw struck him earlier, its explosive power had numbed his arm, nearly shattering it.

It was clear that even after tens of thousands of years, the creature’s physical strength was horrifying—likely equivalent to a peak-level cultivator in the Sixth or Seventh Stage of the Tribulation Realm.

The Tribulation Realm was a level beyond the Rebirth Realm, marking a significant leap in cultivation. Every step within this realm represented an insurmountable challenge.

Invincible!

This was the only thought in Gu Changsheng’s mind.

At that moment, a voice echoed faintly around them:

“Come to me!”

The voice was ancient and urgent, filled with anxiety.

Qin Qingqing paled further, tightening her grip on Gu Changsheng. “W-Where is that voice coming from?” she asked nervously.

The ice palace had been buried underground for tens of thousands of years and had only recently emerged.

Now, not only was there a terrifying monster chasing them, but an unexplained voice had joined the chaos.

Such an eerie situation would chill anyone to the bone.

“Don’t move rashly,” Gu Changsheng replied, his tone calm but firm. He couldn’t determine the source of the voice, but with the monster closing in, he had no choice but to press onward.

“All right…”

“Come here! Come to me, or it will kill you both. Hurry—I can’t hold out much longer,” the voice urged again.

This time, the sound was clearer, coming from deeper within the palace—its innermost depths.

“The monster is getting faster!” Qin Qingqing exclaimed as the chilling aura drew closer.

Gu Changsheng unfurled the Kunpeng Wings once more. Black and white energy flowed around him, accelerating his movement as he dodged the impending danger.

His mind raced, weighing his options. He recalled the protective treasures in his possession and reassured himself: no matter how strange the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb was, it wouldn’t claim his life so easily.

With a resolute heart, he headed toward the source of the voice.

Soon, a faint light appeared ahead.

Intricate formation patterns glimmered softly, emanating an ancient and serene aura.

Before them lay an eight-feet-wide spiritual pool. Its waters were still and lifeless, yet a gentle mist hung over the surface, exuding purity and sanctity.

Floating within the pool was a set of pure white bones, radiating an otherworldly holiness. In the empty sockets of the skull, faint traces of divine light flickered as if imbued with intelligence.

“A Wise Corpse from the three-corpses method!” Qin Qingqing gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

The creature that had been chasing them was undoubtedly an Evil Corpse, while this was a Wise Corpse.

“That voice wasn’t from it,” Gu Changsheng said, his expression calm yet sharp. His keen senses told him that the speaker was someone—or something—else.

As they reached the sanctuary, the monster pursuing them halted in the shadows. Its chilling aura dissipated as it refrained from entering, seemingly wary of the area.

“Look at its limbs,” Qin Qingqing said, pointing to the Wise Corpse.

Its arms and legs were pinned to the edges of the spiritual pool with what appeared to be unbreakable restraints. Even its forehead bore a puncture, and several bones were fractured.

“It was sealed here with special means but couldn’t be killed,” Gu Changsheng mused aloud.

If this corpse couldn’t be killed, why leave the Evil Corpse in the palace? Perhaps the latter was restricted to the palace, unable to leave.

“The voice is definitely coming from here. More specifically, it’s coming from that box.”

Following his divine sense, Gu Changsheng’s gaze fell on a dusty bronze box in the corner. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns depicting ancient rites—sacrifices to the heavens, bonfires as tall as mountains, and crowds worshipping the moon.

The engravings exuded an eternal, enigmatic aura.

“Was the voice really coming from this box?” Qin Qingqing asked, leaning closer with curiosity.

“We’ll know once we open it,” Gu Changsheng replied. Confident in his strength, he activated ancient celestial techniques while chaotic energy swirled protectively around him, ready for any sudden danger.

“All right,” Qin Qingqing said, understanding the risks. She activated her own divine defenses, drawing forth numerous protective artifacts. The area lit up as divine energies intertwined, forming a web of powerful barriers.