The stormy sky was like a heavy lead plate.
Weighing heavily above.
The air was filled with a damp sensation.
This realm that belonged to Ariana seemed to be under some sort of influence, yet Pandro kept looking up at the sky without offering any comment.
Ian still pressed Pandro onto the ox cart.
"Three Corpses…"
The Little Wizard honestly found it somewhat absurd, outrageous, but fortunately, he was increasingly adapting to such shocks. After all, every now and then, he would encounter similar situations.
To be honest.
Hearing the term "Three Corpses" from a character full of fantasy elements, Ian honestly found it hard to maintain his composure. This was clearly a statement that violated the worldview.
It was a trope and setting found in Primordial Text novels. He remembered before his transmigration, such novels often depicted someone eliminating the Three Corpses to achieve the supreme sage realm. Ian thought that combined with the True Creator and the Extraordinary Aggregation Theory from before, it was truly a hotchpotch difficult to evaluate.
"Yes, the Three Corpses."
Upon hearing Ian's muttering, Pandro quickly echoed. He chuckled dryly, with his back under the silver armor already soaked, sweat trickling down his neck into his collar.
There was no choice.
He truly felt anxious inside.
His gaze was unsteady.
Occasionally, glancing at the wolf tooth club tightly gripped in Ian's hand.
The sharp spikes on the wolf tooth club glinted coldly in the dim light, as if it would bring a critical blow to his body at any moment.
Of course.
As long as it doesn't hit the face.
Pandro thought he could still accept it.
"What Three Corpses, where are these Three Corpses?" Ian frowned, his eyes full of doubt and vigilance, staring at Pandro intently, his voice deep and powerful.
The Little Wizard clearly wanted to know more information. According to Merlin's words, perhaps the Raven was his "one corpse", and what were the other two?
With such confusion, Ian wanted to gain more information.
However.
"Uh…"
Pandro could only smile helplessly, his tone very resigned, "I… I've only recovered some memories, not all of them."
He spoke.
All while staring at the wolf tooth club in Ian's hand.
He tried to project a sincere expression to make Ian believe him. However, Ian remained unmoved, and the Little Wizard again lifted the wolf tooth club, its tip pointing directly at Pandro's face.
It really seemed like whatever you feared most would come true.
The wolf tooth club swayed slightly in mid-air, as if it could fall at any moment.
Pandro saw this and waved his hands frantically in the air, shouting loudly: "Really, I'm telling the truth, I'm not in the habit of being a Riddler!"
I only know your Three Corpses are related to the Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, and Ego Corpse, and even Merlin wouldn't understand the true meaning behind it."
Pandro blurted out all the information he knew.
Indeed.
This sort of thing that didn't align with the world's background would be incomprehensible even to an exploitative Great Mage, and only someone like Ian, a Transmigrator, could decipher its meaning.
Just like how there's no novel like Lord of the Mysteries in this world, similarly, this world also lacks novels about Primordial Text, and the development of Daoism leans more towards a strict "Law" color.
In this world, all that's extraordinary is wizardry.
That's the world's main theme.
Without a doubt.
So those understanding that the Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, Ego Corpse stem from Daoism, and who derived and adapted it from the Primordial Text into a necessary path for cultivating to the realm of the Super Invincible Strong Person, only Ian could do so.
Therefore.
Ian pondered.
"So, these messy things, True Creator, Extraordinary Aggregation Theory, and now the Three Corpses, could they just be some sort of aimless experiment?"
His intuition made him slightly understand.
Perhaps, behind this hotchpotch situation was an attempt to explore all possibilities to achieve some goal? Just didn't know what kind of goal it was.
To become stronger?
That shouldn't be so simple.
"I guess you provided some genuinely useful information."
Ian slowly lowered the wolf tooth club. His gaze turned towards the distant gloomy sky, his brow deeply furrowed, his lips slightly pursed, feeling that the constantly shifting weather bore hidden meanings. Perhaps, like his own seemingly chaotic fate, it concealed some unknown elements.
"Yeah, yeah, I've always been the most honest, ever since I was little." Pandro saw Ian lower the weapon and let out a sigh of relief, his tense expression slightly relaxed.
"Still good buddies? "
He asked tentatively.
Ian gave him a sidelong glance, speaking in an annoyed tone.
"I'm your dad!"
He felt that his "naming" incident was worth discussing further.
Pandro's expression instantly froze.
And then suddenly.
It was as if Ian realized something.
"No, no, no, your first dad was the Minotaur, and I'm not a Minotaur, nor do I like stealing wives." After saying this, he jumped off the ox cart under Pandro's aggrieved gaze.
"..."
Pandro wanted to curse but instead chose not to face the wolf tooth club again, ultimately holding back the words, climbing up to tidy his precious clothes in self-pity.
He too leapt downward.
Landing from a great height back onto the ground.