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The next day.

Zhong Shenxiu stepped out of the wooden hut, saw the three suns arranged in a triangular formation in the sky, and narrowed his eyes.

No mistake!

Three blazing suns hung prominently in this world's heavens!

Compared with the previous world, this one made Zhong Shenxiu feel the loneliness of a transmigrator even more deeply.

This was a true otherworld!

Three suns hung in the sky, while the night had Twin Moons—hence Three Suns and Two Moons!

At the same time, it was also a world that truly possessed transcendent powers!

"Lord Su, you're awake!"

Just as Zhong Shenxiu was feeling sentimental, he saw an enormous dog head thrust itself before him, greeting him familiarly in Yan Han language.

Its yellow fur, alert eyes, and dangling red tongue all carried a slightly ingratiating air.

This was clearly a Monster with a dog's head and a human body!

And it damn well probably had Chinese rural dog bloodline!

Zhong Shenxiu nearly threw a punch.

Fortunately, the memories he had sorted through last night surfaced, making his body stiffen. He barely forced out a smile. "Morning, Lord Huang!"

These demi-humans were called the Quanrong Tribe, a foreign race along the Yanhan Empire's borders. Loyal and enthusiastic, they had a good relationship with the Yan Han people and resisted the other disasters of the frontier alongside them.

As for adding "Lord" after a name, that too was a custom of the Second Yanhan Empire—a term of respect.

The customs, habits, language, script, and even the races and species within this vast empire all gave Zhong Shenxiu a subtle sense of familiarity, one he had not even felt in his previous world.

If one traced it all back, it would probably begin with the early days of the empire's civilization.

It was said that the Yan Han people originated from a group of Han folk who had migrated from Dongsheng Shenzhou!

That was right!

The entire Yan Han people were also a band of transmigrators in this world!

When Zhong Shenxiu first discovered this fact, he had been utterly speechless.

These "forebears," it was said, had found the wars, Divine Immortals fighting, and all manner of disasters in Dongsheng Shenzhou unbearable, so they had migrated wholesale into this cave-heaven world. There, they multiplied, thrived, and established a settlement.

The forebears of Dongsheng Shenzhou had once been exceedingly proud.

After all, their original world had Daoist practitioners, monsters, and even great figures rumored to have attained the Dao and become immortals!

There were even mighty beings capable of wielding supreme divine powers, roaming the Three Thousand Worlds with a whole gang of followers!

After this band of refugees, seemingly escaped from the Journey to the West world, arrived in this world, there was no need to say it—they threw their weight around for quite some time, gradually conquering cities and destroying enemies until they founded a Yanhan Empire.

Unfortunately, they had gravely underestimated this world's transcendent powers, as well as the technological progress brought about by civilizations melding together.

Thus, the Yanhan Empire fell flat on its face—and it was an exceptionally ugly fall.

The ancient cultivators were said to have suffered grievous casualties, and countless inheritances had abruptly been severed.

The current Second Yanhan Empire was something that had barely crawled up from the corpse of the Yanhan Empire.

The Yan Han people no longer dared underestimate the dangers of another world. They integrated into this world with a more humble mindset. Though they had weathered storms and teetered on the brink many times, they still endured to this day, for over a thousand years.

The dog-headed race named the Quanrong Tribe was one of the foreign races the Yan Han people had made an effort to win over.

On the frontier, in the face of shared dangers and disasters, many Yan Han subjects had even forged life-and-death friendships with the Quanrong Tribe.

The dog-headed man before him, who seemed to possess Chinese rural dog blood, was named Huang Xie. He had also shared some friendship with Su Daozhi, who had previously been exiled here, and could be considered a friend.

"Mm. The Company Commander ordered our squad to patrol Black Mountain today..."

Huang Xie stuck out his tongue. "Lord Su, you must be more careful. Don't leave the group like last time... You must know that Black Mountain is dangerous. It was once the site of Demon Sacrifice for Hestings County. Though Yan Han later defeated that country, and great cultivators came to eradicate the demons, the lingering aura is still harmful to people like us..."

"Thank you!"

Zhong Shenxiu thanked him, took his chipped ceramic bowl, and went to line up for food. Looking at the rows of Rong Soldiers, as well as the Squad Leaders and Company Commanders who ate while seated, another piece of information surfaced in his mind.

'Under the Yan Han Military System, five men form a squad, ten squads form a company, and the company leader is called a Company Commander... In this Black Mountain Fortress, a Company Commander is neither too great nor too small, but he can still be considered somebody...'

As for Su Daozhi, he had merely been an ordinary foot soldier—not even the kind serving regular duty, but one of the lowest-ranked "penal laborers." Ordinary people were unwilling to befriend him, while the Quanrong Tribe did not care about such things.

Su was a great Yan Han surname. The Su Family had once possessed Commandery Prestige in the Yanhan Empire, but unfortunately, they had been implicated in a major case. The direct line had all been executed, while collateral branches like Su Daozhi had been exiled to the frontier. Six years had passed since then!

Six years of torment, with his relatives scattered, lost, and dead, had made the youth think of revenge every moment of every day!

To take revenge, he needed power!

The Su Family had a deep scholarly heritage. Su Daozhi had unexpectedly thought of a crooked path, intending to use Ghost Possession Cultivation to open the door to cultivation!

The Su Family had once been a family of Commandery Prestige, after all.

According to the hierarchy of county magnates, commandery prestige, Aristocratic Clans, and great houses, they had reached the second rank of nobility. Naturally, some members of the family had come into contact with cultivation paths bearing Yan Han characteristics. Though he was not of the direct line and had received no true teachings, scattered fragments had still spread out. Su Daozhi had secretly memorized a method called the Profound Yin Soul Control Fragment!

This method was merely "Daoist Arts," not "Daoist Law." It could not lead one onto the path of immortality, but it could use a mortal's essence, Qi and Blood to command wandering souls and wild ghosts, granting a few unusual abilities.

As a child of an Aristocratic Clan, Su Daozhi naturally knew that this method was crude. Not only did it offer no hope of immortality, it would also damage one's essence and lifespan.

But for revenge, he no longer wished to endure!

Over several years, taking advantage of the conveniences of his duties, the youth had explored Black Mountain and discovered the former sacrificial site of the foreign Earl Hestings—a black fissure. Then, heedless of all else, he attempted to summon spirits.

Earl Hestings was a foreign noble title. Hestings County had endured for many years and worshipped wicked, demonic things. After Yan Han destroyed it, the place had become a baleful land. The youth had ignored everything, wanting only to cultivate through its residual aura, perhaps summoning one or two ghosts or Vengeful Spirits.

His disappearance a few days ago had been his attempt to take that dangerous gamble!

As a result... something truly wicked had possessed him.

It was even a horror far more terrifying than an ordinary ghost!

The youth had been utterly unable to control it. He had even been turned into food, tortured to death last night.

And that horror still remained within Zhong Shenxiu's body!

What kind of bullshit is this?

Zhong Shenxiu inwardly complained without pause. Eastern ones are called ghosts. Western ones should perhaps be called demons, devils, or Vengeful Spirits... This Su Daozhi used Eastern arts to subdue Western Vengeful Spirits. Is this the legendary—randomly screwing around like Xia Ji Ba?

You died, and fine, you died—but you left a ticking time bomb in my body. Are you forcing me to show off?

A cold sweat seeped from Zhong Shenxiu's forehead.

The Demon within him would stir up trouble every full-moon night beneath the Twin Moons. If it encountered the Blood Wheel Moon, it would make an even greater uproar.

This "trouble" meant devouring the host's life, and everything else besides.

It was accompanied by agonizing pain.

Su Daozhi's body had not yet collapsed, but his mind could not withstand it more than a few times. He had been painfully tortured to death!