Day and night tour

Chapter 411 The Witch God's Allies?

"Old Bi, you're just too impatient. Why do you have to target me?"

Despite Bi Fang's ferocity and resentment, Zhou Xuan was not angry. Instead, he adopted the attitude of a "spiritual mentor" and began to chatter with Bi Fang.

"Because we have to fight."

Bi Fang stood with his hands behind his back. At this moment, the great dream would end as long as the "supreme will" within the sea of ​​suffering parted the sea and devoured Zhou Xuan.

Bi Fang also perished and his Dao vanished with the end of the dream, along with Zhou Xuan.

His condition was extremely poor at this moment, like a piece of rotten, withered wood, but he tried his best to appear calm and composed.

He wanted to put on a dignified last act in front of Zhou Xuan, his "arch-enemy of storytellers."

"The Book of Willpower, I must fight for it. If I do not fight for it, the Book of Willpower will turn against me."

"I must also strive for the reputation of the people. If I do not strive for it, no one will listen to my teachings. Without the will of the people, I cannot activate the Heavenly Book."

"I still want to fight for the storyteller's destiny. If I don't, the mortal disciples will break through to the Nine Incense Sticks level and ascend to the heavens to kill me, this old god."

"To not fight is to die! To fight is to live."

Bi Fang let out a long sigh, but before he could finish half of it, Zhou Xuan abruptly interrupted him.

He asked, "After all your fighting, have you won? Aren't you still going to die in this dream?"

“…” Bi Fang.

Bi Fang wanted to refute, but couldn't come up with anything convincing.

Yes, he fought for so long, but did he win? In the end, all he did was bury his dream and die.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't have argued. You've been a god for three hundred years, you should have given up your position long ago. Is being a god so prestigious? Just let it go, Lao Bi."

"You should retire early and give your position to the younger generation. You won't lose your reputation or your life. The storytellers will still remember your kindness. Fighting to this point is not good for anyone."

Zhou Xuan coaxed him gently, saying, "Well, don't say your brother Xuan didn't give you a chance. If you stop the dream now, we can go our separate ways. You can go back to your heaven, and I'll go back to my Mingjiang Prefecture..."

"I think you're daydreaming."

Bi Fang immediately roared, interrupting Zhou Xuanji's nonsensical thoughts, and said: "A storyteller's duty is to 'preach on behalf of the supreme will.' Now, if I die in this dream, it can be considered as dying on the battlefield, which is the best end."

Especially with you, my nemesis, here with me, I don't even feel lonely.

"Are you really determined to do this?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"What do you think?" Bi Fang glared angrily.

Zhou Xuan looked up and slowly smiled: "I have a feeling... the big one is coming."

"That's natural."

Bifang gazed at the endless, churning sea of ​​suffering and said, "The supreme will is about to manifest."

The dream is finally coming to an end.

Bi Fang was very excited. To be honest, this dream had been entrusted to the previous storyteller by the supreme will.

After he slayed the old gods and obtained the dream, he never once entered it.

Although he knew the content of the dream—that the supreme will had devoured the Blood God, coalesced into a new, powerful will, and conferred titles upon the Four Heavenly Venerables.

Now, he was about to witness the true face of the "Supreme Will" with his own eyes, and even if he only caught a glimpse of it in his dream, he was incredibly excited.

For the past three hundred years, he has always positioned himself as a preacher and follower of the "supreme will."
Now, this devout believer is about to see the "Lord" of his dreams again, and how can he suppress the excitement in his heart?

Just imagining the face of "the Lord" gave him goosebumps.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan, this "Blood God's Will," was already hundreds of feet tall, and the golden armor on his body emitted a light even more intense than the sun.

His fighting spirit erupted to an uncontrollable degree, plunging the world into darkness. The sky was shrouded in blood-red clouds, and the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet spread rapidly toward the dark, bitter sea.

In this history of the creation of the Well Kingdom, the will of the Blood God was lured and captured by the supreme will.

But the Blood God did not sit idly by and wait for his death; on the contrary, he launched his first offensive.

At this moment, Bifang, like a fanatical believer immersed in the "Ancient War of Wills," eagerly awaited the Lord in his heart.

"The will of the Blood God alone is enough to blot out the sky, causing the clouds to bleed and the sun and moon to turn crimson. The surging battle intent would make even a Heavenly Venerable pale in comparison."
Even such a powerful will was devoured by the supreme will. My Lord, how powerful you must be!

Zhou Xuan felt a chill run down his spine—Bi Fang's manner was far too obsequious.

Finally, less than one-tenth of Zhou Xuan's humanity remained. His mind was filled with thoughts of battling the supreme will, and he was almost forgetting that he was Zhou Xuan.
The Sea of ​​Bitterness stirred.

The waves, thousands of feet high, rose one after another, like countless mountains rising from the sea.

The Buddhist temple, suspended in the sky, chants the seven-character mantra of Buddhism.

"Om Mani Padme Hum".

Within the Buddhist temple, the flowing Buddhist chants resembled a golden waterfall, welcoming the supreme will.

Next came a high mountain covered with Daoist marks, from its peak to its foot, imprinted with Daoist symbols, supported by a purple stream of rosy clouds.

An ancient well rises from the sea of ​​suffering. On the well wall are countless eyes, each one filled with piety and faith.

The witch clan altar, originally built to welcome the Blood God, was now covered in fleshy buds, like writhing flesh, and swaying wildly like dancing flowers.

"So these are the Four Heavenly Venerables."

Zhou Xuan, with his limited reserves of human consciousness, uttered a sigh.

He originally thought that the Dao Ancestor, the Blood Well, the Witch God, and the Ancient Buddha were all living people—just people with powerful enough magic.

But now he realized that the Taoist Ancestor was a Purple Cloud Mountain, the Ancient Buddha was a temple, the Witch God was an altar, and the Blood Well was truly a well.

The four Heavenly Venerables gathered together, pouring their power into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, which stirred up a gentle breeze.

The wind blew against Zhou Xuan, and he felt that it was too gentle. He might have enjoyed taking a nap in the wind, but in the midst of a "battle of wills," would it seem too weak to create such a wind?

But clearly, Zhou Xuan's estimate was wrong.

This gentle breeze, as it swept across the sea of ​​suffering, suddenly split into two streams, one heading east and the other west.

The breeze, like two invisible arms, parted the boundless sea of ​​suffering to both sides.

The sea of ​​suffering was then split apart, and a very wide and deep rift appeared in the center.

That crack resembled a bottomless abyss.

Bi Fang roared madly: "This is the Four Heavenly Venerables dividing the sea. The Four Heavenly Venerables, with their power that reaches to the heavens and the earth, separated the sea of ​​suffering to welcome the supreme will."

As the sea parted, Zhou Xuan's Blood God body felt an immense pressure, and every piece of his golden armor trembled and resonated.

This trembling was indistinguishable from the fear the Blood God felt when facing an unparalleled will, or the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent in the face of an impending great battle.

"Whoo~"

Another gentle breeze stirred up the four celestial beings: Taoism, Buddhism, Wu, and Jing.

A gentle breeze stirred the seawater, creating steps that led from the sea surface to the bottom of the crevice. An elderly man dressed in white climbed the steps.

He appeared to be an ordinary old man, with a slightly hunched posture. His white robe looked like silk, and when draped over his body, it felt incredibly smooth and comfortable, flowing like a waterfall.

The old man in white walked step by step up the steps made of seawater.

With each step taken, several more stars in the sky lit up.

After the old man had walked down several dozen steps, the sky that had been obscured by the Blood God was filled with stars.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan felt extremely dangerous.

If it is a supreme deity, like the Blood God, then so be it.

A magnificent will inevitably be accompanied by a magnificent physique; this seems to be a stereotype of Zhou Xuan.

And the supreme will is merely such a tiny body, like an insignificant grain of sand in the desert, like a blade of grass trampled carelessly in an oasis.

He, so tiny, emerged from that extremely wide and deep rift, bringing with him a sense of oppression countless times greater than that of giants or gods.

Zhou Xuan had no doubt that the supreme will, a single grain of sand, could fill the sea, and a single blade of grass, could slay the sun, moon, and stars.

He had no doubt that Blood God had absolutely no chance of winning this "battle of wills".

Both the Blood God and the Supreme Will are powerful wills within the torrent of the starry sky.
But even strong willpower varies in degree.

The supreme will walked very carefully on the stairs in the sea, keeping its head down. From Zhou Xuan's perspective, he could not see the face of this will.

But Zhou Xuan had a feeling that he had seen this supreme will somewhere before.

There was a strange sense of familiarity.

"Look up, look up quickly. Once I see your true face, I will try to leave this dream."

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He saw off his sister and master, and remained alone in this dream. He wasn't really waiting to die; he at least had a chance to gamble.

The reason he hasn't yet fought Bi Fang is that he also wants to witness the true face of the supreme will.

Who wouldn't want to see the true face of this powerful, devoted Shinto practitioner throughout the entire country?
However, this being of supreme will seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet; he lowered his head and carefully climbed the steps.

But the immense power he brought was already suppressing the Blood God.

A breeze, even more subtle than a gentle breeze, seemed to rise from the hem of the Supreme Will's robe, drifting across the crack in the Sea of ​​Bitterness and landing on the Blood God, intending to force him to his knees.

Kneeling always signifies submission.

The Blood God was resisting; the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet swirled like a whirlpool, and his golden armor paled in comparison.

His body was covered in dazzling golden light, which condensed into countless bloodstains, like rust after being eroded by wind and rain.

And Zhou Xuan's last shred of humanity will be completely gone.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

If he continues to watch, his consciousness will be completely transformed into the divinity of the Blood God, and he will no longer be a spectator in a dream.

He will become a part of the dream, and remain in this dream forever.

"It's a bit of a pity that I didn't get to see the true face of the Supreme Will, but I have to go."

Zhou Xuan, retaining the last shred of his consciousness, shifted his gaze from the hunched body of the Supreme Will and suddenly said to Bi Fang, who was worshipping his "master," "Old Bi, this is the third time."

"Ah."

Bi Fang hadn't yet shaken off his worship of "the Lord," and only responded instinctively and mechanically. But soon, he snapped out of his reverie, turned his head, and looked at the Blood God, who was now "fiercely eager for battle."

"what?"

He was afraid he had misheard.

"The third time."

Zhou Xuan said, "You trapped me in a dream, but I have been breaking the dream all along. When the great dream began, I used the first method to break the dream, which is what I mean by the first time."

When I found Lao Xi and Peng Sheng, and we boarded a boat to cross the Sea of ​​Bitterness on our way to Jinbao Mountain, that marked the beginning of the climax of this dream. I used the second method to break the dream; this is the second time I'm referring to it.
Now, the dream is coming to an end, and I've used the dream-breaking technique for the third time.
With these three methods to break the dream, your dream will cease, even if the dream concerns the Supreme Will or the Four Heavenly Venerables.

"Nonsense! This is a dream personally transmitted to the storyteller by the Supreme Will, a dream used to imprison the Four Heavenly Venerables. Although it has been buried in the dream by the head of the Ancient Buddha and can no longer imprison the Heavenly Venerables, it is more than enough to imprison a human disciple like you."

Bi Fang's reply was confident and assertive, but deep down, he was quite uneasy.

Or rather, he felt uneasy after Zhou Xuan made his somewhat mysterious remark about the "first time".

He knew that Zhou Xuan was not someone to be underestimated.

This master from Mingjiang Prefecture has many tricks up his sleeve; otherwise, he wouldn't have gained such a great reputation in such a short time.

He had to admit that he was somewhat afraid of this big man.

In a battle, momentum is crucial. If momentum is insufficient, weaknesses will be magnified, giving the opponent an opportunity to exploit.

Zhou Xuan's aura was dominant, and he said coldly, "You think the dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables is flawless, but in my opinion, it is full of flaws. Bifang, do you want to hear how I can decipher this dream?"
"If you don't want to, then I won't say it. After I kill you, you will carry this mystery with you and become a fallen god of death."

These words further provoked Bi Fang.

Relying on the boundless magic of the Heavenly Venerable's Dream, Bi Fang shouted, "No matter how much nonsense you spout, you cannot escape this dream. The Supreme Will is about to devour the Blood God! The dream is about to end, and you and I will be buried in this dream forever."

"Oh, so you still want to hear it, right?"

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Bi Fang didn't respond, but at this moment, not responding was a form of tacit agreement.

Zhou Xuan's magician technique, the first level "catering to their preferences," is activated.

He said coldly, "Bifang, think about it. How could someone as shrewd as me possibly use only 'Ambush from Ten Sides' to deal with you, merely burying nine incense sticks or deities to annihilate you?"

“Before you arrived, Di Tong had already linked me to that thing underground in Mr. Ye’s headquarters.”

Zhou Xuan could lie without batting an eye.

In all the major halls of the human world, there are hidden things that are extremely terrifying.

For example, the Zhou Family Troupe, as the head of the Great Nuo Ceremony, has planted ancestral trees.

The temple of the witch god contains an ancient altar.
There must be something buried beneath Mr. Ye's headquarters.

Zhou Xuan used this to psychologically pressure Bi Fang, making Bi Fang believe his lies about the magic trick.

However, he was also somewhat unsure whether this "under-the-head" trick could really fool Bi Fang.

This time, luck was on Zhou Xuan's side.

Bi Fang really knew what was buried beneath Mr. Ye's headquarters.

Therefore, his nine golden tokens bound all of Zhou Xuan's friends, but not "Lord Wine".

He knew that Mr. Ye's headquarters had intricate connections with the Witch God, one of the Four Heavenly Venerables.

The key link in this relationship is Master Jiu.

As Bi Fang's thoughts turned to the Witch God, he was momentarily lost in thought. This fleeting moment of blankness was caught by Zhou Xuan.

His imposing manner became even stronger.

"Damn, there really is something Bi Fang is worried about buried under Mr. Ye's main hall."

Zhou Xuan realized that he had stumbled upon a brilliant attack, and he was not about to let this opening in his attack go to waste. He immediately unleashed a barrage of attacks, going all out.

“What lies beneath Mr. Ye’s main hall, Bifang, I think you know very well.”

"Do you know that before you even arrived, the Earth Child had already asked 'it' to help me deal with you?"

“I have allied myself with ‘it’.”

Zhou Xuan himself didn't know what 'it' represented, but judging from his tone, he was extremely familiar with 'it,' like an old friend of many years.

"Impossible, what do you have to offer to form an alliance with it?" Bi Fang was completely panicked.

He knew, of course, that while it was impossible for a celestial being to break the dream, it was not impossible to rescue Zhou Xuan within the dream.

"Of course it's the Book of Willpower."

Zhou Xuan said, "Bifang, your Heavenly Book is broken. I am the only person in the world who possesses the Heavenly Book. Even 'it' has its own designs on this Heavenly Book."

"It has actually disobeyed the decree of the supreme will. Like the ancient Buddha, the Taoist ancestor, and the Blood Well, it cannot use the Heavenly Book of Will."

Bi Fang had already come to believe that Zhou Xuan was an ally of the Witch God.

The second level of the magician's technique is "bluffing".

In this method, Zhou Xuan can impersonate anyone, and the other party will believe his impersonation.

However, this method has a side effect: by impersonating someone, you will develop a strange bond with that person.

When Zhou Xuan heard Bi Fang's words, he realized that there was indeed something ruthless buried beneath Mr. Ye's headquarters.

However, this "thing" turned out to be one of the four Heavenly Venerables of the Well Kingdom, the Witch God.

"Good heavens, I've formed a bond with the God of War?"

Zhou Xuan was a little annoyed, but the bluff had already been made public, and there was no use in regretting it now.

Besides, whether forming a bond with that witch god is good or bad is another matter.

But he didn't use this trick; he layered it up, layer by layer, until he could fool Bifang, and he would stay in this dream forever.

When faced with two evils, choose the lesser one.

Zhou Xuan remained expressionless and said, "Bifang, look around you. Look at Mr. Ye's courtyard. Aren't there countless spells and incantations everywhere? The eyes of that sorcerer god are secretly watching you."

These words demonstrate the use of the third and fourth techniques of the art of magic – “illusion” and “creating something from nothing”.

A mirage, a fabricated scene.

Creating something from nothing, on the other hand, can bring living things to life in a illusory scene.

The "eyes of the witch god" mentioned in Zhou Xuan's words refers to that living being.

……

Inside the courtyard, Bifang looked around.

Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu, Yun Ziliang, and others were all asleep around them. Although Zhou Xuan had sent them out of the dream, they could not wake up as long as the dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables had not ended.

Besides Zhou Xuan's friends, Bi Fang also noticed that mysterious shamanic talismans had been drawn on the four walls and the bluestone floor tiles at some point.

"Eyes, eyes."

Besides the talisman, Bifang also sensed an eye.

He couldn't see that eye, but he could feel it watching him.

Rumors are on the back.

“Witch God, you have violated the law of the supreme will, a law from the sea of ​​suffering. You will suffer endless torment, and even after a thousand years, you will not find a moment of peace.”

Bi Fang was extremely excited; he was the host of the Four Heavenly Venerables' Dream.

When his emotions are calm, his dreams are calm; when his emotions are volatile, his dreams are turbulent.

Zhou Xuan sensed that the dream was in turmoil, that the divine aspect of the Blood God was receding, and that his human aspect was returning.

Within the chasm of the sea of ​​suffering, even the supreme will that ascends step by step moves at an incredibly slow pace.

“The dream is unstable, Bifang, you are still one step behind.”

Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Good luck and bad luck are both like that; when bad luck strikes, it's like "when it rains, it pours," with one bad thing after another, and even drinking cold water can cause problems.

But when good luck comes, it's like "good fortune descends one after another," with one good thing after another, unstoppable.

Zhou Xuan was in the same boat. Just when he was confident of victory and only needed to use words and magic tricks to break down Bi Fang's psychological defenses, his magic trick master's incense had just burned out an inch.

With each inch the incense burned down, there was a "hissing" sound as it was lit.

The sound, upon reaching Zhou Xuan's ears, was extremely beautiful.

He has reached the level of using the fifth level of the magician's techniques.

Although Zhou Xuan was in the dream of the Celestial Venerable, he was unable to open the secret realm or communicate with the engineers.

However, Zhou Xuan learned the fifth level of the magician's skills from the engineer when they first met.

"The fifth level of the magician's technique is called 'A World Without Thieves.'"

Once this tactic is employed, the other party's vigilance will plummet, and they will have no doubt that they have been deceived.

The techniques of a magician are quite different from those of other troupes; they must be layered in a series, rather than being used arbitrarily.

Just then, Zhou Xuan's magic trick against Bi Fang had reached the fourth level.

Now is precisely the time to use the fifth layer.

Zhou Xuan smiled and thought to himself, "Old Bi, I was thinking of using some words to reason with you, but since there are no more thieves in the world, I won't play tricks on you."

He straightened up and said to Bi Fang, "Old Bi, listen carefully, the Witch God can't break this dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables! However, the Witch God can use the talismans of the Witch family to sever your incense connection... so that you can't use incense techniques."

"You used the methods of a storyteller to orchestrate the dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables, but you couldn't even use the methods of your own sect. Can your dream still exist?"

"However, it is indeed difficult to sever your incense offerings. The Witch God used three methods to break the link between your incense offerings."

“Old Bi, I asked you before, you can stop this dream yourself, as long as you want to—now, you have to stop this dream immediately, whether you want to or not.”

Zhou Xuan then shouted a series of words.

There is a huge flaw in this passage: if the sorcerer can forcibly cut off the incense offerings of the storyteller who is already presiding over the dream... then wouldn't this dream, which once imprisoned the Heavenly Venerable, be rendered useless?
However, after falling victim to the "No Thieves Under Heaven" trick, Bi Fang acted like a simple-minded barbarian, angrily cursing, "Witch God, Zhou Xuan, you two have such despicable methods!"

(End of this chapter)