Day and night tour

Chapter 481 I... am back!

The few masters of Dunjia were worldly-wise individuals who had witnessed the most terrifying places in the world firsthand. They chatted and laughed about them, never truly fearing them.
But today, Zhou Xuan's ruthless and murderous aura finally terrified them.

The oppressive feeling emanating from this young Nuo master in his early twenties was many times stronger than that from the "earth itself."

"Kill him, kill him quickly."

The gourd-wielding Taoist shouted desperately, which also shook the resolve of the Medicine Buddha.

She wanted to destroy the confidence of the entire Mingjiang Prefecture by publicly humiliating and killing Zhou Xuan, thereby damaging the confidence and morale of the Jing Kingdom.

In war between two countries, morale and confidence are especially important; whoever has the higher morale will gain the upper hand.

but now,
She, the Bodhisattva, was the first to lose faith.

"If we continue to humiliate Zhou Xuan, will it be as he said, that we will all die at his hands before he is even dead?"

The Medicine Buddha gazed at the petrified Amitabha King, and finally lost the composure he had shown not long ago.

"It would be better for someone like Zhou Xuan to die sooner rather than later."

Thinking of this, the Medicine Buddha could not hold back and immediately grasped the flying sword, piercing it into Zhou Xuan's heart.

With a muffled thud, Zhou Xuan gave a ferocious sneer: "People of the Buddhist Kingdom, you are still afraid after all, afraid that I will slaughter you all."

Ignoring his pain, he raised his head and roared: "People of Mingjiang Prefecture, wandering deities, watch closely! The people of the Buddhist Kingdom are not invincible; they, like us, also have fear."

"After I, Zhou Xuan, perish, if any people from this Buddhist Kingdom invade it, remember this well: I'll fucking bastards!"

"Still rapping?"

The Medicine Buddha drew his flying sword and plunged it into Zhou Xuan's heart once more.
Blood splattered on the waterfall.

Zhou Xuan's voice grew even colder, yet his blood burned.
He felt the temperature of his own blood, and he also sensed a kind of magnificent death.
He said to the Medicine Buddha, "Medicine Buddha, I once heard a prophecy that said I, Zhou Xuan, was made human through blood, conquered humans through blood, and ceased to be human through blood... Blood is the symbol of me, Zhou Xuan."
It is precisely because of this burning, fervent blood that I will not die from the humiliation of your Buddhist kingdom.

I, Zhou Xuan, will perish by dispersing my Dao.

The last sentence was almost roared out, and at the same time, Zhou Xuan's blood ignited.

The blazing, white-hot flames enveloped Zhou Xuan's body.
His body, amidst the raging flames, was charred inch by inch into a pile of ashes.

The Medicine Buddha was also forced back by the flames, now standing three zhang away from Zhou Xuan.
"younger brother!"

"Amitabha."

"Master...you can't die...if you die...Mingjiang Prefecture is finished."

A chorus of heartfelt cries of pain echoed across the stage, layer upon layer.
At this moment, the feeling of grief condensed into a thick gray mist, which was absorbed by the starry sky above the stage.

The Medicine Buddha, amidst the mournful sounds, couldn't help but feel sorrow in his heart as well.

She has been in the Kingdom of Jing for three years and has met people of all ranks in the kingdom.

Some of these figures possessed extraordinary abilities, their strength comparable to that of the realm lords of the Buddhist kingdom.

Some people are intelligent and quick-witted, possessing a natural wisdom; they are outstanding individuals who have risen through the ranks amidst bloodshed and turmoil.

However, the Medicine Buddha has never truly been convinced by these people.

The Medicine Buddha never saw any inexplicable spirit in these people.

With this kind of spirit, one becomes truly terrifying, respectable, admirable, and worthy of respect.

Today, the Medicine Buddha truly saw this spirit in Zhou Xuan.

"What kind of spirit is this?"

The Medicine Buddha gazed at Zhou Xuan amidst the raging fire. Just as Zhou Xuan's entire body was charred black, the charred shell suddenly shattered, releasing a burst of bloody energy that filled the entire stage.

Blood is Zhou Xuan's Dao.
Throughout the stage, Zhou Xuan's voice could be heard everywhere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all people of Mingjiang Prefecture today, and we care about the future safety of Mingjiang Prefecture."

I, Zhou Xuan, am no match for these Buddhist people, but... my death is not the end of Mingjiang.

As long as you remain in Mingjiang Prefecture, there is hope. With my own blood, I will activate my divine calculations to cast one last divination for Mingjiang Prefecture, so that you may witness firsthand the utterly depraved things the Buddhist Kingdom will do after its invasion.

That bloodlust seeped into everyone's heart and transformed into images.

The Supreme Lord of the Calabash and the Medicine Buddha, who were on the stage, also saw the scenes that had been formed because of Zhou Xuan.

……

In the scene, the bustling city of Mingjiang is filled with colossal golden statues that roam freely without restraint.

Those golden giants from the Buddhist kingdom had dozens of people from Mingjiang Prefecture strung on their vajras like candied hawthorns.

Everywhere, the cries of the people could be heard.
Those Buddhists, with victorious smiles on their faces, reached their giant hands into the alleys where the people were hiding, pulled out a small child, and threw it into their gaping abyss.

"The spiritual energy of the people of Jing Kingdom is indeed abundant."

The people of the Buddhist Kingdom treated the people of the Well Kingdom as food, slaughtering them without restraint.

In Mingjiang Prefecture, there was no longer any laughter or chatter, no more movies or radio, no more joyful sounds of children playing in the park, and no more breathtaking sunsets or twilight.

There was only endless slaughter, only the devastation of life.

The people of Mingjiang Prefecture witnessed these scenes, and their pupils nearly bled.

"This is the great sin that the people of the Buddhist Kingdom are about to commit."

“Our home was built by the Great Master with great effort, but it will be destroyed after the Buddha Kingdom descends.”

"The world is so vast, where is my hometown?"

Hometown, homeland—these two warm words became a source of confusion in the hearts of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture at this moment.

The people were completely bewildered and panicked.
The Medicine Buddha sneered, "Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan, I originally intended to use your insults and murder to crush the confidence of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture, but I never expected that you would use the scattered Dao to perform divination. This scene of divination has directly destroyed the confidence of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture."
I should thank you.

Her sarcastic words had barely left her lips when
In the hearts of all the audience members, Zhou Xuan's powerful words echoed: "Gentlemen, listen carefully: the warmth of one's hometown and homeland never comes without a price."

When outsiders try to destroy our homeland and smash our homes, our first thought is to drive these invaders out of our home.
Fellow rulers of Mingjiang Prefecture, you must unite as one and not think of yourselves as weak. Every person of Mingjiang Prefecture, every person of Jing Kingdom, is powerful.
Your will, your desire, can awaken the true god, the incomparably powerful god.

"The true God dwells in the heart of each and every one of you."

"Does the true God reside within each and every one of us?"

Countless ordinary people were deeply moved.
Their eyes, almost simultaneously, turned to the sky.

The sky was empty; the god they longed for did not exist.
They all turned their gazes to the direction where Zhou Xuan had died, where only a flickering flame remained.
Although it was in the fire, it was also empty.

But at least, that flame bears the mark of the great master Zhou Xuan.

"If there truly are gods in this world, I would rather believe that the god is our Mingjiang Prefecture's Grand Master."

Someone, moved by the moment, cried out.
Immediately following was a surge of public sentiment.
All the people shouted towards the fire, "Great Master, if we can summon the gods, then please come back!"

"Please come back."

The most sincere and heartfelt cry actually made the fire burn a little brighter.

The "God of Drama" was born amidst the countless shouts of the audience.

These shouts sent chills down the spine of the Medicine Buddha, causing her to involuntarily step back. A bad thought arose in her mind—could these people really summon a true deity?

"I finally understand what kind of spirit Zhou Xuan possesses that makes me feel so terrified? Perhaps, it's not a spirit, but a kind of understanding..."

"He realized that the true gods resided in the land of Jing."

"He did not worship heaven or respect earth; the only people he trusted were the ordinary people at the bottom of society, like ants."

"This is what makes him most different from the other disciples of the Jing Kingdom."

As the Medicine Buddha thought of this, suddenly, the fire behind her intensified.

The flames, initially three feet long, grew to four feet, five feet... and then ten feet...

When the people saw the expanding fire, they knew that their calls had worked.

They roared even more fervently, calling upon Zhou Xuan as if he were a true god descending upon them.

"younger brother……"

"Master..."

"The people of Mingjiang are calling for you."

The fire continued to grow, and both the Medicine Buddha and the Calabash Taoist dared not blink as they stared at the flames.

Finally, a sentence floated out from within the flames.

"I...I'm back!" The words were so brief, yet the power they contained was boundless.

Zhou Lingyi silently shed tears. Her tears were tears of emotion, both for Zhou Xuan's resurrection and for his success in finding the true abode of the gods of the Well Kingdom.

"Master, you've returned! Master, you said that every one of us common people has power, so please take away our power and kill these Buddhist people."

The people's cries have given rise to the title of "the god of drama among men".

At this moment, both the engineer and Miss Wall on the stage were moved to tears before they could speak.

Miss Wall recalled the lost "Flesh and Blood Dynasty".

"If our divine dynasty had someone like Ah Xuan, then the people of the Buddhist Kingdom wouldn't be able to annihilate us, would they?"

The engineer was excited. She had thought about all sorts of opportunities for the birth of the "Human Drama God," but she had never imagined that the Human Drama God would actually come from the common people of the Well Kingdom.

"The God of Drama is about to appear, he is finally about to appear, I have waited for more than two thousand years, more than two thousand years."

The engineer was almost frantic with excitement.

The Taoist priest, however, did not know what the "Human Drama God" was, but he knew that Zhou Xuan was about to be reborn.

"This Zhou Xuan is really resilient; he hasn't died even after all that?"

"This place is not safe to stay for long, the wind is getting strong."

The fake Taoist priest was about to leave, and he felt very guilty. Zhou Xuan's soul had been injured by him with his white beard, and he was afraid of getting into trouble.

But just as he was about to leave, he discovered that the sky was filled with peach and willow branches.

Two ancestral trees stood on either side of the stage, their already canopies-like branches still growing vigorously.

The willow branches extend towards the peach tree.
The peach tree branches extended towards the willow tree, and those extending branches connected to form a wooden arch bridge hundreds of feet in the air.

But that wasn't all. The branches on the arched bridge continued to extend, expanding outwards from the wooden bridge as the center, eventually forming an impenetrable dome in the sky.

The dome, like an inverted bowl, completely enveloped the entire stage.

From the stone house high in the sky, the scene inside the stage was not visible.

On the Observatory in the capital city, the projections generated by the geomancer suddenly stopped working.
The entire stage was shrouded in darkness, the sun and moon obscured, devoid of light.
The fake Taoist priest who wanted to leave was blocked by the wooden branches and dome of the two ancestral trees.

"Damn tree, what is it doing?"

The Taoist priest dared not force his way through—if he were to forcefully attack the two ancestral trees, he would surely reveal his true form.

"It's not time to tear off all pretenses yet."

The incense-burning Taoist priest thought to himself.

……

"The two ancestral trees are meant to conceal the appearance of the 'God of Drama on Earth,' preventing the heavens from seeing it."

Li Changxun spoke to Yun Ziliang and Zhou Lingyi from the audience seats.

"Don't let the people of Tianqiong see it?" Yun Ziliang asked Li Changxun.

Li Changxun nodded and said, "I don't know who that fat man in the Sky Dome Stone House is, but Mr. Yan treated him with utmost respect, which shows that he holds a very high position in Sky Dome."

Those of high status in the Skyfire Clan don't concern themselves with worldly affairs. His personal oversight suggests that the Great Master has something on his mind that might violate a taboo of the heavens, which is why even the fat man dares not be careless.

He crossed his arms and said, "What could possibly be wrong with the Great Master that would make Tianqiong so concerned? It must be something like the 'God of Drama in the Mortal World' that would move them so deeply."
Therefore, this secret must not be revealed to the Skyfire Clan.

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Ziliang pointed to the Longevity Cult Leader and the Crippled Monk on the stage and said, "What about the other two? They are gods of the heavens, representing the heavens."

These two deities are currently residing within the dome of the Ancestral Tree. Once they see or witness something, they can simply inform the Heavenly Fire Clan of the Heavenly Dome, rendering the dome's ability to obscure the Heavenly Dome's vision ineffective.

After hearing Yun Ziliang's words, Li Changxun shook his head and said, "Grandmaster, if you can think of that, how could you not think of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree and the Zhou Family Ancestral Tree? Just wait and see, there's a backup plan."

……

As Li Changxun had predicted, the ancestral peach tree and the Zhou family's ancestral tree simultaneously showered down a sky full of willow catkins and peach blossoms.

The gray-white willow catkins and pale pink peach blossoms swarmed towards the Heavenly Crippled Monk and the Longevity Cult Leader, forming a large shield that enveloped the two god-level figures.

The Heavenly Crippled Monk and the Lord of the Longevity Cult immediately felt the world quiet down, the sounds of the outside world were cut off, and they could not see clearly what was happening outside.

The two stood side by side, and could even hear each other's heartbeats.

The Longevity Cult Leader felt that the Heavenly Crippled Monk's heartbeat had quickened somewhat.

"Master, what are these two ancestral trees planning? Shall we break through this barrier and find out?"

The monk Tiancan felt inexplicably panicked; the sudden loss of external sounds and sights made him somewhat uneasy.

The leader of the Longevity Cult lazily said, "Old Can, in my opinion, we should just stay here obediently."

"how?"

"After the willow and peach trees form a dome, will you still be able to sense the Eye of Master Yan in the sky?"

The leader of the Longevity Cult asked.

"I can't feel it anymore."

"This means that the dome isolates the world from the sky. Inside the dome is a sealed space. The peach and willow trees that built the dome are probably planning to do something ruthless, but they don't want the two of us to know."

The Longevity Cult Leader's cultivation level was higher than that of the Crippled Monk, and his knowledge of the world was far superior.

After listening, the crippled monk pondered for a moment and then asked, "What would happen if we broke through this barrier formed by the flowers and fluff?"

"They will be killed by the people inside the dome."

"The Lord of Immortality said."

"Who will kill us? Zhou Xuan, reborn from the ashes?" the crippled monk asked.

“In my opinion… the Nuo God may be about to awaken.” After saying this, the Longevity Cult Leader said earnestly, “So, Lao Can, we should just stay quietly. Getting involved in everything will only harm you.”

"Yes, yes."

Only then did the monk Tiancan realize that the world was a complex place. He was fortunate to have the leader of the Longevity Sect to guide him. If he, a deity who only understood Buddhism and not human affairs, had to act alone, he would probably have been left to die in the mortal world after the trip.

……

"Master, Mingjiang Prefecture needs your return."

"Master, return immediately."

“Each of us will lend you our strength to help you become a new god.”

The people's cries continue.
Deep within that raging fire, a ball of azure ghostly fire flickered incessantly.

This ball of fire is Zhou Xuan's consciousness.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan was the entire stage. He was constantly thinking about how the "God of Drama in the Human World" should appear in front of the audience.

Besides the posture, what grade should Zhou Xuan use to construct this god of drama?

"A god-level being in the heavens? No, a god-level being is too weak; he might not be able to deal with that fake incense-offering Taoist priest."

Zhou Xuan's targets were never the Medicine Buddha or the gourd Taoist; his target was the fake incense-offering Taoist.

"Then let's imagine the God of Drama as—a god-level being?"

"Or rather, I envision the God of Drama as—a being of the Will level?"

Zhou Xuan had witnessed the power of a "Celestial God-level" expert before, only during the massacre of the Buddhist Kingdom by the incense-burning Taoist priests. He was somewhat familiar with the aura of a Celestial God-level expert.

However, no matter how familiar he was with it, it was not as familiar as Zhou Xuan's familiarity with the aura of the "supreme will".

The image of the supreme will being separated from the sea by the Four Heavenly Venerables still lingered in his mind frame by frame.

"I can completely conceive of the 'God of Drama in the Human Realm' as a will-level being—the supreme will of the Kingdom of Jing."

Zhou Xuan had already finalized his plan for creating the God of Drama in the human world; all that remained was to complete it.

The cries of the common people have never ceased.

The shouts, besides fueling the fire that "burned the old Zhou Xuan" and "gave birth to the new Zhou Xuan," grew ever more ferocious.
These shouts also coalesced into a peculiar "momentum," like a wisp of smoke rising straight into the sky.

This momentum was so strong that even the dome of the Zhou family's ancestral tree and the peach blossom ancestral tree could not stop it.

……

At the highest peak of the Dunjia Sect in the capital city,
Upon spotting the wisp of smoke rising from Mingjiang Prefecture, the butcher abruptly stood up and said to the True Incense-Worshipping Taoist beside him, "Old Incense-Worshipping Taoist... the seventeenth 'Power' of the Well Kingdom has appeared."

(End of this chapter)