The gloomy sky was like a heavy slab of lead.
It weighed heavily overhead.
The air was thick with dampness.
This domain belonging to Ariana seemed to be under the influence of some force. Pandora kept glancing at the sky, but he did not offer any opinion on it.
Ian still pinned Pandora down on the ox cart.
"Three Corpses..."
The Young Wizard truly found it absurd and ridiculous, but fortunately, he was becoming increasingly accustomed to this sort of informational shock. After all, he discovered similar things every other day.
To be honest.
Hearing the term "Three Corpses" from someone so steeped in fantasy made it really hard for Ian to keep a straight face. This was clearly another concept that violated the setting.
It was the sort of trope and setting found only in Primordial Era Novels. Before his transmigration, Ian remembered that primordial cultivation novels often described someone severing the Three Corpses and attaining the supreme realm of sainthood. Add that to the True Creator and Supernatural Convergence Law from before, and it was truly an indescribable hodgepodge.
"Yes, the Three Corpses."
Upon hearing Ian mutter under his breath, Pandora hurriedly echoed him. He gave a dry laugh. Beneath his silver armor, his back was already soaked through, beads of sweat sliding down his neck and into his collar.
He could not help it.
He was genuinely panicking inside.
His gaze darted about uneasily.
Every so often, he glanced at the Spiked Club clutched tightly in Ian's hand.
The sharp barbs on the Spiked Club glinted with an icy chill in the dim light, as though they might deliver another butt-killing blow to him at any moment.
Of course.
As long as it did not hit his face.
Pandora felt he could still accept it.
"What Three