Day and night tour

Chapter 393 The Secret of the Realm of Time

Bi Fang has finally found Zhou Xuan and the others' weakness.

The idea of ​​using someone else to do the dirty work was born in his mind.

"If all nine prefectures of the Jing Kingdom know that someone dared to recklessly kill a god, then Zhou Xuan has really stirred up a huge mess."

After severing the connection between the Heavenly Eye and himself, Bifang walked to the storytelling desk under the thatched hut, grasped the gavel, and slammed it down heavily.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of the gavel, Bifang stared ahead and asked, "Where are the disciples of the mortal realm?"

He is a celestial deity, and also the deity linked to the storyteller's troupe.

This ancient shrine is headed by Bifang.

As the head of the hall, Bifang naturally had his privileges, such as the power to command storytellers throughout the land.

At Bi Fang's deep shout, a number of folding fans appeared not far in front of the thatched hut, where the audience seats should have been. The fan ribs were made of various materials, including bamboo, sandalwood, and golden pear wood.

Each folding fan is not standing upright, but tilted forward at a 45-degree angle, as a sign of respect for Bifang.

"My fellow human disciples, I, as a divine storyteller, command you to tell a story..."

Bifang shook the wooden stick again, and flames flickered between his forehead.

……

In the nine prefectures of the human world, there are storytellers in every prefecture city.

Their presence can be found in teahouses, taverns, and alleyways.

Today, whether these storytellers are enjoying tea in a teahouse or reciting stories on a stage, they all feel a sense of connection.

"The patriarch invites you."

Those who were enjoying tea put down their teacups, and the storyteller clasped his hands and bowed to the guests: "Gentlemen, I'm really sorry, I'm not feeling well. Please bear with me."

The storytellers, who had stopped what they were doing, opened their folding fans, bit their fingers, and used their blood to draw a fire mark on their foreheads. Their spirits were then drawn into the thatched hut by Bifang.

Yuan Buyu from Pingshui Prefecture was also drawn into the storyteller's thatched cottage.

"Oh no, that beast Bifang has summoned all the storytellers in the world."

Before Yuan Buyu was summoned, she was watching how Zhou Xuan rebuilt Mingjiang Prefecture by being linked to Zhou Xuan's body with Zhou Lingyi and Cui Jie.

As they watched, they discovered that the ruthless people of Mingjiang Prefecture had all gone mad and were actually taking the initiative to go to heaven to besiege the "Dream God".

Zhou Lingyi and Yuan Buyu also agreed with the idea of ​​encirclement and suppression.

They had all watched Zhou Xuan grow step by step and rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture, and they knew all too well the hardships he had endured.

The power of faith that he had painstakingly cultivated among the people was being devoured by the Dream God, who took advantage of his familiarity with the "power of believers." The two of them couldn't stand by and watch.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xuan's soul is currently focused on upholding the power of human desires to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture, and he is unable to free himself to pull the people out of the "Tree Gate".

Otherwise, Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi would have already rushed to Mingjiang Prefecture by now.

"Elder Yuan, why is Bifang summoning all the storytellers in the world at this critical juncture?"

Zhou Lingyi asked.

After shaking his head, Yuan Buyu, like the other storytellers, bit his index finger and used the blood to draw a "fire" mark on his forehead before going to the storyteller's thatched cottage.

After he listened to Bifang's commands in his thatched hut, along with thousands upon thousands of folding fans, he immediately sensed that something terrible was about to happen.
When she opened her eyes again, she told Zhou Lingyi about what she had seen at the storyteller's thatched hut: "It's terrible, troupe leader, that Bifang is really a monster, with sores on his head and pus flowing from his feet. He's utterly wicked."

Zhou Lingyi was already feeling uneasy, and hearing Bi Fang's words made her heart clench even tighter. She hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Master, Bi Fang has joined forces with all the storytellers in the world to spread the story of Xuan Zi and Lao Yun killing gods throughout the land, making it known to everyone in the Nine Prefectures."

Yuan Buyu held a folding fan in his left hand and gently tapped it on his right palm, saying, "There are already many believers of the gods on earth. If they were to gather together, they would be a considerable force, especially with the big shots in the capital city—it is likely that a great battle will break out in Mingjiang Prefecture."

"Has this really blown up?"

Zhou Lingyi had made up her mind and said, "But I think this matter isn't too big of a fuss."

"Isn't this big enough?" Yuan Buyu realized that the siblings were both ruthless.

His apprentice, Zhou Xuan, needs no introduction; describing him as "outrageously bold" is even a bit of an understatement.

As for Zhou Lingyi, the head of the Zhou Family Troupe, she remains calm in the face of this major event, which shows she has a very big heart.

"Tanker...do you have a good plan?"

"It's not a brilliant plan, but our Zhou family ancestors were Nuo gods. Let alone that little ball of divine fire from the Dream God, even if a real god descends, as long as we can kill it, what is there to be afraid of?"

Zhou Lingyi said, "The Nuo God is the unparalleled war god of the Jing Kingdom. He is inherently a warrior. He is not afraid of us causing trouble, but he is afraid that we will become cowardly. That dream god was wrong first, but we still have to admit it. This is the thing that the Nuo God least wants to see."

"So what if all nine prefectures are gathered? Our Zhou family's Nuo God is still alive."

Zhou Lingyi gently stroked the ancestral tree and said.

The branches and leaves of the ancestral tree swayed gently, as if agreeing with Zhou Xuan's actions and the views expressed in Zhou Lingyi's words.

"Luckily, we didn't go to our brother's aid. Now that the 'Tree Gate' is gathering strength, if we want to go to Mingjiang Prefecture, all we need to do is have our brother draw us out."

At this point, Zhou Lingyi sent a secret message to the Ping Shui Prefecture's Bureau of Spirits, requesting that the powerful figures like Lord Arrow and Lord Wine come and lend a hand.

……

"Using the Great Dragon to erode my will? Disciples of the Mingjiang Prefecture, do you know what you're doing?"

"When you came to seize Mingjiang's faith power, were you not prepared to perish?"

Yun Ziliang circled the cage as if strolling leisurely, gazing at the divine aura within, which could no longer gather into a flame.

If you're going to do something, do it all the time.

Once a move is made, there's no turning back. This is a principle that Yun Ziliang has learned from living with Zhou Xuan for many days.

If this divine will is not eradicated, and it leaves Mingjiang Prefecture to seek help, wouldn't the trouble be like chives in the field, where one branch grows back after being cut?
"Old Yun, let me help you."

The painter then appeared, wielding two balls of Dao Flame in his hands to burn away the will of the Dream God.

"The Bone Elders are so disobedient?" The Dream God's tone was filled with resentment after his will had been scorched.

"You're absolutely right. The Bone Elders Council isn't as obedient these days."

The musician's bone harp changed its tune, transforming the sound waves that served as a second prison into a lament for the "attack."

With each mournful song, the sound waves within the song, like vibrating swords, rippled back and forth within the cage.

"The tattoo parlor in Pengjia Town also came to help."

Standing on the ground, Peng Sheng let out an unusually long whistle, activating the bone needles and sending them into the prison. The bone needles moved incredibly fast, constantly drawing arcs within the prison.

Each time the bone needle touches the "Will of Dreams," the gaps in the bone holes of the needle will absorb the will.

Though small, the bone needle was like a fish gnawing on raw meat, biting at the will of the dream god piece by piece.

“The tattoo in Pengjia Town is linked to my aura, and your people use my ancestral tree as their totem. How dare you act so recklessly today?”

"Without the blessing of my Dream God, would your Pengjia Town have survived to this day?"

The Dream God felt the pain and sensed the danger of his will being eroded. He immediately rebuked Peng Sheng and tried to persuade him to stop by pointing out the connection between "dreams" and "tattoos".

Clearly, Peng Sheng's bone needles played the most significant role in obliterating the will of the gods.

Peng Sheng sneered and said, "Dream God, if you had truly perished, our Tattoo Tree Clan would naturally remember your kindness. But I never expected that you would still be alive!"

"Since you are not dead, where were you three hundred years ago when the people of the Buddhist Kingdom enslaved our Pengjia Town?"
Where were you when the Buddhist King Xunbo, together with the Xunbo monks, banished the ancestral ginkgo tree of Mingjiang Prefecture to the forbidden area?
"The people of the Buddhist Kingdom have kept our Pengjia Town clansmen captive for over three hundred years. In all that time, you have neither saved my people nor the ancestral peach tree… Where have you been?"

"In several major events, you were quite considerate of yourself, knowing to hide and observe the situation; now that the power of faith is strong, you're rushing out to grab food?"

“We tattooed people are tough as nails. We don’t like spineless gods like you. Our faith is in the ancestral tree, not you.”

Peng Sheng grew increasingly agitated as he spoke. Normally gentle in speech, he was now truly enraged by the Dream God's despicable actions. His whistles quickened, becoming more urgent, and he urged his bone fangs to bite and snarl.

The will of the dream god was rapidly weakening.

At this moment, the fox fur that King Xishan originally used for defense was also wrapped around Yun Ziliang's Nine Dragons Prison, and every white fox hair exuded the power of the valley.

The two scriptures of the valley state that "the sage is boundless" and "the Dao is without action." The former allows power to expand without limit, while the latter allows power to contract without limit.

King Xishan used the two scriptures alternately, causing the will of the dream god to be filled and then quickly shrink back.

The back-and-forth motion was like constantly twisting and bending a steel wire, severely weakening the will of the Dream God.

With the five of them attacking together, the will of the Dream God could no longer withstand the torment and was completely extinguished from its previous blazing fire.

And so, his death happened naturally.

“Old Xi, you could have stayed out of it,” Peng Sheng said to King Xishan.

The Heavenly Fire was still a bit too weak. With his help, the old painter, the musician, and Yun Ziliang could easily obliterate the Heavenly God's will. Therefore, the King of Xishan's intervention seemed somewhat unnecessary.

King Xishan smiled gently and said, "Indeed, even if I don't make a move, the Dream God will perish at your hands. But—if the five of us attack the God together and I don't intervene, wouldn't I be a traitor?"

This principle is like a "pledge of allegiance." Its effect is certainly not to provide timely help, but rather to demonstrate that I have taken action, that we are on the same side, and that if trouble arises, I will be a part of it.

"Good! That's quite something, Lao Xi. The Master was right about you." Yun Ziliang immediately patted Xishan Wang on the shoulder and said in a boisterous manner.

"The cage is gone."

The will of the Dream God has been extinguished, and Yun Ziliang also pointed to the cage. The Cage God returned to the Nine Dragons, hiding in his Taoist robe along with the Great Dragon of Jingchuan.

The five people stood side by side, looking at Zhou Xuan.

At this moment, the will of the Dream God had been obliterated, and the faith power of Mingjiang Prefecture returned to normal, continuously surging towards Zhou Xuan's soul.

"Old Yun, Old Hua, thank you so much."

Zhou Xuan, holding up the power of human vows, expressed his gratitude to Yun Ziliang and the others.

"We're all on the same side, no need to thank me." Yun Ziliang waved his hand, then strode back to the street near the donkey shed shop.

The others followed suit.

Upon seeing Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun stamped his feet and shouted, "We're doomed, Grandmaster! We've gotten ourselves into a huge mess!"

"A major disaster? What major disaster could there be?"

Yun Ziliang clapped his hands, then opened his empty hands and said, "Nothing's wrong."

"Oh dear, I don't know how to tell you this, but in short, disaster is coming soon."

"Where is Huo'er?" Yun Ziliang brought the topic back to the present.

"Disaster...is on its way, believe it or not."

Li Changxun crossed his arms and said with great arrogance.

……

The reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture is still underway.
As the power of human vows is increasingly depleted, the number of deceased from Mingjiang Prefecture who are lowered down by golden threads from Yunzhong Prefecture City is also increasing.

The autumn rains in the prefectural city have restored nearly a third of the ruins of Mingjiang Prefecture to their pre-disaster state.

More and more ordinary people are reuniting with their loved ones—in their old homes.

Although the bodies of those who had just fallen to their deaths clearly showed signs of life, their spirits were numb, and apart from calling out the names of their relatives, they were unable to engage in any further communication.

But the people of Mingjiang Prefecture were already very satisfied. Seeing their deceased loved ones again was a great happiness for them. As for their numbness, they believed that their loved ones would recover in a couple of days.

Family reunions, the restoration of old homes—for the people of Mingjiang Prefecture, home is no longer an abstract concept, but a tangible joy right before their eyes.

"Thank you very much, sir. I will never forget your kindness."

"Thank you so much, sir. With you, Mingjiang Prefecture has finally found a true home."

More and more people are thanking Zhou Xuan, and more and more faith from the human world is surging towards Zhou Xuan in the heavens.

However, not all of these people are good people; for example, there is a rat king hiding inside someone's body.

Not long ago, the Rat King's eyes, like the eyes of heaven, pierced through the real world and witnessed Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang, and others' annihilation of the gods.

He was not surprised that the divine fire had been extinguished—fire is an extremely weak form of consciousness, which meant that the divine being's cultivation had not yet fully recovered, just like the God of Suffering.

Or perhaps it's just an avatar of a god.

Even a god's avatar is still an avatar, destined to be weak.

He wasn't surprised that Yun Ziliang and the others dared to make a move; as the Rat King, he knew all too well how crazy Zhou Xuan and the people around him were.

Anyone who dares to descend into a 10,000-meter-deep abyss must be crazy, right?

He was only surprised by one thing.

"That's not right. The God of Dreams should be secretly observing the human world from within the Realm of Time right now. Why would he willingly get involved?"

"Could it be that the power of faith was too strong, and he couldn't resist it?"

Thinking of this, the Rat King crossed his arms and said, "But it's all good. The Dream God is not that cowardly Bitter Calamity God. If Zhou Xuan offends him, he'll be in deep trouble."

“Rat King, we have been waiting outside the Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple for a long time, but we have not seen any trace of Bifang.”

The mice reported their mission progress to the mouse king.

The Rat King wanted to kill Zhou Xuan, but he couldn't handle such a big task by himself, so he thought of joining forces with "Bifang" in the Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple.

"Still haven't seen Bi Fang? Keep waiting. You are not allowed to return to the medical school until Bi Fang is seen."

The Rat King was in a great mood. After giving instructions to the little mouse, he secretly rejoiced: "Hmph, maybe Zhou Xuan will die at the hands of that god before Bi Fang even has to join forces."

He then looked towards the western sky, which was the direction of Huangyuan Prefecture and also the direction of the "World of Time".

The Realm of Time is a folded space of the Well Kingdom; if unfolded, it would be located directly above the Yellow Plains Prefecture.

"Dream God, I refuse to believe that someone as high and mighty as you can tolerate those mortals severing your avatars."

The Rat King is the main consciousness of the Abyssal Evil Rat.

The Abyssal Rat, during its years in the Abyss, heard many secrets.

The people of Jing Kingdom did not know what the realm of time was, but they knew very well that it was where the dirtiest businesses of Jing Kingdom were hidden.

……

A strange autumn rain was falling in Mingjiang Prefecture, and people were mixed in with the rain.

In Pingshui Prefecture, a gentle breeze blew across the land, the sky was azure, and in the teahouse that served as the office of the wandering deity, Master Jiu and Master Jian sat by the window, sipping tea and gazing at Mingjiang Prefecture.

"The Book of Willpower is indeed powerful. After absorbing the willpower of the mortals, it can rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture. Every brick, tile, and flesh and blood of the people can be restored."

Master Jian couldn't help but sigh, "The first incense stick offered by the Great Master was to a storyteller. Why did you choose this place? Was it by chance or by the arrangement of the Nuo God?"

"What difference is there between the arrangement of the Nuo God and a chance encounter?" Master Jiu replied with a smile when faced with Master Jian's question.

The Nuo god is the god of destiny; his arrangements are the arrangements of fate.

Lord Jian raised his teacup, poured out all the tea, and replaced it with wine, saying, "Old Wine, you really are something. Our Ping Shui Prefecture's chief minister, doing such a grand thing in front of the nine prefectures of Jing Kingdom, is to showcase the reputation of our Ping Shui Prefecture to the outside world."

"Such a wonderful occasion, why not have a big toast instead of sitting here drinking bland tea? We need to drink!"

"It's tasteless. You just praised my tea last time, and it's only been a few days, how has it changed so much?"

The wine master accepted the wine and joked with the arrow master.

After a few words, Master Jiu also began to comment on the "Book of Willpower," saying, "Before I witnessed its divine power, I didn't understand its true meaning. Now that I've seen it, I have some thoughts on it."

In my view, this Book of Will is more like an exchange with Heaven and Earth, entrusting it with what Heaven and Earth need in exchange for what the book's holder desires.

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and said, "If the exchange of things between heaven and earth is true, then there are many things to say. Why would there be a single brick or tile from Mingjiang Prefecture? Why would there be so much blood and flesh of the dead from Mingjiang Prefecture?"
If we follow the exchange of goods between heaven and earth, and think even deeper—what else is hidden within heaven and earth? That would be a very big topic…

"Old wine, you're being too talkative."

Lord Arrow interrupted Lord Wine's thoughts in time.

The old man also realized what was happening, picked up his wine glass, and said, "My mouth deserves a beating, it deserves a beating. Let's drink, let's drink to the great man's immense power."

Within the Kingdom of Well, some secrets are ordained by Heaven and Earth and are known to mortals; others are secrets that Heaven and Earth do not allow to be known, and should not be presumptuously speculated upon.

This is what the masters of Jingguo Temple have passed down by word of mouth – “It is impossible to communicate with the truth.”

If one insists on "communicating with the truth" and violates taboos, one may suffer great misfortune.

"Drinking, drinking, raising fish?" Lord Arrow was starting to look down on Lord Wine's drinking habits and capacity.

"I didn't raise any fish, I've finished drinking." The wine master turned the wine glass upside down.

"That cup is too small, let's get a large bowl instead."

Lord Arrow was in a great mood and even got into a drinking contest with Lord Wine.

"The large bowl, I'll go find it..."

Just as Master Jiu got off the table and went to find a bowl, Zhou Lingyi's secret letter arrived.

After opening the secret letter and reading its contents, Lord Arrow was immediately stunned.

"The large bowl has arrived."

The wine master placed two porcelain bowls on the table and began pouring wine: "Old Arrow, what are you thinking about? You seem preoccupied."

"Old Jiu, Master... he seems to have accomplished something big."

"Didn't I see it all? Rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture, huh?" Master Jiu poured himself a glass of wine.

"It's even bigger than rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture."

"How big is it?" asked the wine master.

After taking a deep breath, Lord Arrow said, "Slay the God of Dreams."

"Bang!"

The wine jar in the master's hand fell onto the table, shattering the large bowl into pieces...

(End of this chapter)