Day and night tour

Chapter 392 God-Slaying Mingjiang Mansion

The fire of the gods was faintly visible in the rain, like flickering lamplight.

This fire was not behaving itself; it was frantically devouring the "power of faith" that Mingjiang Prefecture had gained because of Zhou Xuan, attempting to strengthen itself.

This greedy devouring has turned the entire sky and earth into a living thing.

This enormous living creature was breathing, its body constantly expanding and contracting.

Inside the donkey shed, it felt like a completely new space had appeared.

In this space, Zhou Xuan continues to uphold the will of humanity and further rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture.

That divine fire continues to devour the "power of faith" gathered by the people.

The only difference between this space and the real world is that there are no ordinary people in this space.

Only Zen Master Wuya stood under the autumn rain, gazing at the sky.

This space seems to be accessible only to those with high social standing and unique characteristics.

"What a pity! All the great efforts and contributions of the Master have resulted in a powerful faith that has gathered the hearts of the people, but it has benefited others."

As Zen Master Wuya gazed upon it, he became deeply worried and muttered to himself, "This divine fire does not seem to originate from the God of Suffering."

The God of Bitter Calamity fought against the Star-Covering Demon in the game of celestial chess, and ultimately perished.

In a sense, the gods are like the ancestral tree, immortal and indestructible, and their aura will spread throughout the world.

These divine auras were either absorbed by the other disciples or condensed into new consciousness.

Because of the death of the God of Bitter Calamity, the city of Mingjiang Prefecture contains a great deal of divine energy between heaven and earth.

However, each deity has its own unique flavor.

This flavor is something that ordinary people might not be able to distinguish, but how could Zen Master Wuya, who is an incarnation of the ancient Buddha, not be able to tell the difference?
"The God of Bitter Calamity has a bitter aura. If one observes his divine fire for a long time, one will feel melancholy, easily recall past sorrows, and experience a hidden pain in the body."

"But this fire, when you look at it, has an ethereal quality. If you stare at it for a while, you can see many distorted images, like a dream."

Zen Master Wuya immediately determined the nature of this flame.

"This is the fire of the gods in the dream realm."

"The Zen master's insight is brilliant; it is indeed the fire of the gods in the dream world."

Peng Sheng's voice came from behind Zen Master Wuya.

The Zen master turned around and saw three people slowly walking over.

Peng Sheng, Li Changxun, and Yun Ziliang walked side by side, looking up at the sky as they went.

Peng Sheng is the patriarch of Pengjia Town, a place where tattooing has been used as a means of spiritual practice for generations.

The tattoo parlor is one of the parlors that connects to the aura of the dream gods.

"Mr. Night," "Tattoo," and "Storyteller" are all dream-related establishments.

"The aura of the Dream God is something we, the Tattoo Clan, will never mistake."

Peng Sheng's face showed no joy; as he gazed at the Dream God's Fire, his expression shifted between light and shadow.

Li Changxun sneered, "This Dream God is really cunning. In the past, it would hide in some corner and never come out. Now that the Great Master is so powerful in Mingjiang Prefecture, and the people's faith is being released, it rushes out to absorb that faith."

Yun Ziliang sneered from the side, "You gods are just as pathetic as us. When the world is in trouble, you can't be relied on, but when there's a profit to be made, you come running over like dogs that have smelled meat."

"Pah! How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Although Li Changxun was the "shame of the gods" among the gods of the Heavenly Realm, he was still a god. He was disgusted by Yun Ziliang's blunt remarks and immediately turned red in the face as he retorted.

"Isn't it? The Dragon Seeker God?" Yun Ziliang raised his eyebrows and glared at Li Changxun.

Li Changxun opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"What were you doing when humanity was in trouble?" Yun Ziliang's words were like knives, stabbing Li Changxun's heart again and again.

Li Changxun blushed, and finally uttered some incomprehensible phrases such as "I am trapped in a prison and powerless to save the world," "I am a god-level being who is concerned about the suffering of mankind," and "God pities the people of the world." The surrounding atmosphere was immediately filled with a pleasant feeling.

After Yun Ziliang laughed, the "Ten Dragon Cloud Pattern" on his Taoist robe trembled slightly, releasing the aura of the Grand Master of Dragon Seeking.

Li Changxun sensed that something was wrong with Yun Ziliang and his expression changed drastically. He asked, "Grandmaster, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Yun Ziliang, exuding an aura of dominance, pointed at the dream fire in the sky and said...

"Rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture is such a huge undertaking, and Xuanzi, along with the Youshen Division, has taken it all on. They've been procuring food and medicine, collecting the power of human wishes, and putting in so much effort to bring that power of wishes into Mingjiang Prefecture before coming up with today's Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."
Now that the power of faith has been gathered, are the dream gods starting to reap the rewards? I will not allow such a thing to happen.

Upon hearing these remarks, Li Changxun exclaimed that Yun Ziliang had gone mad.

"Grandmaster, do you know what you're doing? That's a celestial being, the supreme deity of the Well Kingdom. Are you rebelling?"

“My disciple, three hundred years ago, I was a compliant citizen. I burned nine sticks of incense, just to protect the human world. But when the thousands of disciples and followers of Canglong Mountain were slaughtered, did my faith come to save me?”
Blood flowed like rivers on Hidden Dragon Mountain, and even the gods in heaven closed their eyes, allowing my disciples to be slaughtered like dogs… It was Xuanzi who made me step out of the painting; he helped me find a new body. The man of Chuyun Mountain from back then died long ago! The one alive now is the Old Yun that Xuanzi spoke of…”

Yun Ziliang immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Therefore, whoever bullies Xuanzi, I will help him fight back. Gods? Even if the supreme will descends in person, I dare to slay them with my sword."

“Well said! Whoever gives us new life, we will fight for them. Faith, the faith of the Kingdom of Jing, is long dead.”

Clad in a fox fur coat amidst the snow, the King of Xishan had arrived, his aged eyes already revealing a murderous intent.

"Hu Men Shenming, are you also rebelling?"

Li Changxun immediately realized that things had gotten out of hand.

This King of Mount Himalaya, has only enjoyed a few days of comfort?

As for the fox clan, they had just established their own shrine and their own deity, and the entire clan finally had some say in the Well Kingdom. They had only enjoyed a few days of peace.

To slay a celestial being is to become an enemy of the nine prefectures of the Well Kingdom, and they're all going to die one by one... are they out of their minds?
"We're not risking our lives, we're demanding justice."

Painters, musicians, and lanterns from the Mingjiang Prefecture procession descended upon Li Changxun and his companions like a sky full of stars.

The painter and musician stood firmly beside Yun Ziliang and said, "The power of faith in Mingjiang Prefecture comes from the people's gratitude to the Great Master, not from worshipping that so-called dream god!"

Now that the esteemed gentleman is focused on rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture and has no time to spare, we will help him seek justice.

"As the old master said, we cannot bully honest people. Old Master, our eight incense sticks were born because of the Bone Elder Society, but today, we fight for the old master."

"Listen to my command, today's events have nothing to do with you. If any trouble arises, it will be my and the musicians' own fault."

At this point, the painter had already used the laws of space to appear in the sky—the painter, who always prioritized the greater good, had become the first to challenge the gods for Zhou Xuan's sake.

"Old Hua's movements are quick."

The musicians also rode the lanterns of the gods and flew into the sky.

Yun Ziliang took a dragon-shaped and tiger-like step, and with the help of the strong mountain wind, he was also lifted into the sky.

The King of Xishan took off his fox fur coat and threw it into the sky; wherever the fox fur landed, that landed represented his location.

Peng Sheng shook his sleeves, raised his hands, and a sacred tree that could cover half of the donkey shed descended.

The heavy rain and peach blossoms added a touch of romance to the otherwise somber atmosphere.

The people of Jing Kingdom all know that there is an extremely close bond between the ancestral tree and the heavenly gods, just like the willow tree of the Zhou family and the Nuo god.

The Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree is the ancestral tree of the Dream God, and there is a very deep bond between the two.

The ancestral peach tree is the highest symbol of faith in Pengjia Town.

Therefore, Peng Sheng was caught in the middle, with his close brother Zhou Xuan on one side and the totem of Pengjia Town on the other.

He desperately wanted to make a move, but he was held back by Zu Shu's reputation.

At this moment, he had already made up his mind. He was determined to fight for Zhou Xuan's honor. He invited the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree and made it clear to Zhou Xuan in person that he was going to help Zhou Xuan shatter the dream fire!

Unexpectedly, before Peng Sheng could even speak, the massive canopy of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree began to shrink on its own, and in just a few moments, it had become a withered old tree.

The old tree looked quite pitiful; not a single branch remained, and the trunk was riddled with holes from insects, making it appear very weak and vulnerable.

Moreover, the ancestral peach tree even concretizes the abstract concept of being "fragile and weak." A slight autumn breeze blows, and the ancestral peach tree sways, its roots detach from the soil, and its trunk lies horizontally on the ground.

—Like an old man on his deathbed.

“The Ancestral Tree…” Peng Sheng immediately understood the purpose of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree.

Everyone knows the bond between the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree and the Dream God. When the Dream God was besieged, it was impossible for it not to stand up and protect him.

But... protecting the Dao requires resources. First, one needs a strong body and exceptionally high cultivation—and I, the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, am nothing more than a pitiful little tree on the verge of withering and dying.

The only thing my ancestral tree could do to help was to gently close its eyes and not watch as the dream gods were brutally slaughtered by justice.

Peng Sheng understood immediately and summoned his natal bone needle, which shot towards the sky.

……

Above, countless raindrops fell, forming a light, gauze-like curtain of rain, yet it did not obstruct Zhou Xuan's view.

His divine soul giant, just as the hearts of the people were beginning to unite, began to stir with strange intent.

He seemed to become the center of the Mingjiang sky, and a strange power seeped into the depths of his soul through every crevice of his spirit.

This feeling made him feel completely comfortable, and his soul felt full. The "fatigue" he had experienced not long ago from fighting against the immense power of the Cloud City had not only completely disappeared, but his soul had also been gently nourished.

Zhou Xuan felt that he was comprehending a certain law of the world in the Well Kingdom.

The Kingdom of Jing has a total of nine laws, each of which is an invaluable resource.

Zhou Xuan had previously comprehended the Star Laws of the Third Realm; now, this was the second law he could comprehend.

This newly comprehended law is perhaps more precious to him than the others, because in comprehending it, Zhou Xuan saw the fate of all living beings in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Everyone stands at the crossroads of destiny, bewildered and hesitant, unsure which path to choose to continue their journey. Zhou Xuan, this figure high in the heavens, seems to be the god of fate for all living beings in Mingjiang, walking in the sky and guiding each person's destiny.

This is the Zhou family's fundamental law—the law of destiny.

The Zhou family's Nuo God is a celestial being who has mastered the complete laws of destiny, and Zhou Xuan will follow in the footsteps of the Zhou family's celestial being today.

But at that very moment, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in the sky.

The fire of the gods suddenly appeared, devouring the power of faith in the mortal realm.

This scene is somewhat reminiscent of Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya absorbing dragon energy in the medical school.

Zhou Xuan's perception was too strong, and he absorbed the dragon energy too quickly and fiercely, causing eight or nine out of ten dragon energies in the surrounding area to enter Zhou Xuan's secret realm.

At this time, Zhou Xuan also encountered the same predicament. The fire of the gods is the incarnation of the gods, and the gods of the Well Kingdom were originally formed by the resonance of the faith of all living beings in the world.

These celestial beings were extremely familiar with the power of faith, and their speed of absorption was naturally much faster than Zhou Xuan's.

Therefore, nine out of ten of the vast power of faith was absorbed by the fire of the gods, and Zhou Xuan was only able to absorb one-tenth.

Even this percentage is still declining sharply.

"You beast! I toiled myself to the bone to attract the power of faith in this world, only to have it all consumed by you..."

Zhou Xuanzhen wanted to put down the human power of wishes he was holding up with both hands, and then find a way to teach this ball of divine fire a good lesson.

But he couldn't let it go.

The reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture was progressing rapidly, and he didn't know whether the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture could be restarted once he stopped.

"Apparating."

Zhou Xuan certainly wouldn't stand idly by and watch this ball of divine fire recklessly absorb the power of faith he had created.

He decided to use the technique of teleportation to allow his true body to withstand the power of human desires, while his soul would compete with the fire of the gods for the power of faith.

However, before he could teleport, he saw a ball of Dao Flame appear in the sky through the rain.

The flames burned towards the divine fire.

boom!
After a dull thud, the two balls of fire collided, scattering sparks in all directions. From the ball of divine fire, a sound of "Eh" came out.

The Heavenly Fire was not prepared for battle. It did not believe that anyone in the Mingjiang Prefecture would dare to attack it.

“Sir, you should rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture. I, Lao Hua, will help you seek justice.”

The painter's figure suddenly appeared, suspended in the sky, with flames burning in the palm of his right hand.

"An old painting."

When Zhou Xuan saw the painter, his eyes welled up with tears.

He's always been that kind of person—he'd dare to take on any huge disaster, but he never encourages others to do the same.

But this doesn't mean that Zhou Xuan wouldn't be moved if someone stepped forward to help him when he was fighting alone.

“Old Hua, I wasn’t wrong about you. Normally, you’re overly cautious and prioritize the big picture, but when it really matters, it’s you who has to step up.”

“Sir, our friendship needs no further explanation. Besides, it’s not just me who’s here; they… they’ve all come.”

With a flick of his right hand, the painter depicts Yun Ziliang, the musician's lantern, the King of Xishan's fox fur, and Peng Sheng's bones surrounding the divine fire.

"They're all here, they're all here."

Zhou Xuan felt extremely warm inside.

Aside from these few old friends with outstanding lineage, Zhou Xuan's gaze pierced through the rain and he also saw countless lanterns of the Wandering Gods Bureau, as well as countless tattoos.

To protect the Youshensi (a local deity) and Pengjia Town from being implicated, Peng Sheng and the painter did not summon them to join the battle.
But without a doubt, if the painter, musician, Peng Sheng and others die in battle and still fail to quell the fire of the gods, the You Shen Si and Peng Jia Zhen will join the battle at any cost.

You are a god, your power is immense... but... there are many of us.

"I am the God of Dreams, the true master of Mingjiang. Why have you surrounded me?"

The firelight of the dream god flickered uncertainly.

Compared to the low-key nature of the God of Bitter Calamity, this former God of Mingjiang was much more high-profile, directly trying to suppress everyone with his name.

"God? You dare call yourself a god? You bury your head in the sand when you need something, but when you see meat, you rush to eat it... What kind of god are you? You're just an ostrich beast."

Yun Ziliang pointed his sword to the sky with his right hand, and ten large dragon cloud patterns emerged from his robe sleeve.

Of these ten dragons, nine are ancient kings' dragons, and one is the great dragon of Jing Mountain.

The ancient dragon king was skilled at controlling people's hearts.
The Great Dragon of Jing Mountain, which controls thunder, lightning, wind, and rain, took a step forward. The nine ancient dragons then emerged in full force, their bodies intertwined. After enveloping the Heavenly Fire, they began to tighten, forming a cage made of dragon bodies.

"The five-clawed golden dragon summons divine thunder and heavenly fire to annihilate the dream gods."

Yun Ziliang strode towards the Nine Dragons Prison with dragon-like and tiger-like steps, his movements extremely mysterious. The great dragon of Jingchuan, like a dragon-shaped puppet, followed Yun Ziliang's "claws" and "steps," carrying divine thunder and heavenly fire as it attacked the prison.

Speaking of Xunlong Mountain Man, he is usually elegant in both posture and demeanor. Now, when he uses the Dragon Walking Step, his wide Taoist robe changes shape in the wind, which is quite dynamic.

"Heads up to catch flying monkeys, body bends down to scatter horse hooves, the man from Xunlong Mountain, under the fierce attack, actually has a unique beauty. With such superb skills, I, an old painter, cannot be inferior to him."

The painter immediately activated the "Law of Space," hiding himself in the Wraith Space and lying in ambush around the Nine Dragons Cage. If the Heavenly Fire made any noise, he would launch a lightning attack at the critical moment.

With a whistle, Peng Sheng's bone teeth stared intently at the prison cell like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The King of the Mountains' fox fur coat fluttered in the air, its form too leisurely, as if he had come not to fight, but to watch a play.

However, this fox fur coat is not as simple as watching a play—the King of Xishan has the highest level of incense offerings in the arena, and his combat intelligence is also extremely clever and superior.

In his understanding, this divine fire was not burning brightly, and it was clear that it had only recently awakened, just like the God of Suffering a few days ago.

This divine fire, though of extremely high quality and bearing the name of a god, lacks the substance of one. If it were to be fought head-on, how could it possibly withstand the combined efforts of "Yun Ziliang, Peng Sheng, the painter, the musician, and others"?

Now, with Yun Ziliang using the Nine Dragons as a prison, Peng Sheng's bones and teeth as a deterrent, and the painter secretly lying in ambush, the Heavenly Fire has no choice but to be put back into a dormant state.

The only ones we need to be wary of are the "believers of the gods".

The nine great gods of the Jing Kingdom are extremely famous and have many believers in the human world. If the gods of the dream realm have believers and come to rescue them using the fastest methods available in the human world, then King Xishan, who is "watching the battle" from afar, can play his role.

"I've blocked the outer perimeter. It will take some effort for any expert in the world to break through my fox fur coat."

King Xishan said in an extremely cold tone.

“Using only the Nine Dragons as a prison is probably not stable. I will use the laws of music to build another prison.”

The musician, passing through the lanterns of the gods, descended in his true form, chanting the "protective incantation" of the Bone Elder Society. Instantly, his ribs grew back, with several ribs protruding from his sides, forming a bone zither.

He immediately began to play the bone zither, and the strange musical fluctuations created another musical cage outside the Nine Dragons Cage.

In the nine laws of the Well Kingdom, it is not uncommon for one law to overcome another.

For example, the "Law of Space," which is invisible and can travel thousands of miles in an instant, greatly restrains the "Law of Music."

The laws of music, which use sound as weapons to awaken the soul, make it less likely to fall into dreams or illusions. Therefore, the laws of music are the most effective counter to the "laws of dreams".

The Dream God has mastered the complete laws of dreams. Now, with the musician present, it is unclear how much combat power this law can unleash. However, one thing is certain: compared to ordinary people, his combat power will definitely drop by a significant level.

The Mingjiang masters, with their main attackers, main defenders, and those in the rear guard, arranged the formation perfectly with almost no communication between them.

"When the gods descend, slay them!"

Even if a god descends, I will slay him!

Yun Ziliang took several steps and approached the Nine Dragons Cage. Following Yun Ziliang's momentum, the Great Dragon of Jingchuan unleashed five consecutive bolts of divine lightning, striking the "Heavenly Fire" within the cage.

The first bolt of divine lightning struck, creating a crack in the fire.

The second bolt of divine lightning struck, dimming the flame considerably.
Every time lightning struck after that,
The "life force" within the divine fire was scattered by the cleavage; the flames no longer condensed, and the divine energy mixed within them surged and thrashed wildly within the cage, yearning for escape.

"Heavenly Fire, let's see where you can escape to."

Yun Ziliang's killing intent was already strong. He led the dragon into the prison to extinguish the will within the divine aura.

The aura of a celestial being cannot be destroyed, but the will within that aura can be destroyed.

The God of Bitter Calamity had his will destroyed by the Star-Covering Demon—even if a new will condensed within his aura later, it would no longer be the God of Bitter Calamity he once was.

"How dare you! You even defy the will of the gods!"

Bi Fang, who had witnessed the battle through the Heavenly Eye, was filled with a mixture of shock, anger, and joy.

He was shocked—this group of ant-like disciples from a human sect actually dared to challenge the gods!

"The Zoroastrian sect dares to slay a god because there is a figure behind their sect who is comparable to a god. What are you scum from Mingjiang Prefecture compared to them?"

What angered him was that he believed in gods, deities, and the will of the gods, but now his faith had been defiled by a group of mortals.

"To attack the gods is to defy the heavens."

What pleased him was that he had a new idea to deal with Zhou Xuan.

"The people of Mingjiang Prefecture are very aggressive. If I descend upon Mingjiang and forcefully kill Zhou Xuan, my chances of winning are slim."

Although he repeatedly referred to Yun Ziliang and the others as ants, they were still a group of extremely aggressive ants.

This white elephant from heaven, now that he's descended to earth, is actually quite vulnerable to being attacked and killed by these ants.

"You were so careful, even trying to annihilate the will of the Dream God, just to eliminate any trace and prevent the world from knowing about your god-slaying deeds? Too bad, I saw it."

With a snap, he opened his folding fan and said coldly, "Not only do walls have ears, but all the gods and ghosts before me know and hear."

"With me, the storyteller, present, how could the fact that the Mingjiang Prefecture's various factions conspired to kill a god not be known throughout the nine prefectures..."

(End of this chapter)