Day and night tour

Chapter 484 All People Return to the Origin
Zhou Xuan's speculation made the Dream God unable to tolerate it any longer. He immediately erupted and roared, "Nonsense! Nonsense!"

He never expected that Zhou Xuan's associative abilities would be even more impressive than his fighting prowess.

What he didn't know was that when Zhou Xuan was still a commoner, he had already made a fairly accurate deduction about the mysterious "death" of Gentleman Dai in the corridor river of Pingshui Mansion, saving the Zhou family a minor trouble.

It was during that time that Zhou Xuan gradually gained his own followers in the Zhou family troupe.

Zhou Xuan's language became increasingly sharp, as precise as a scalpel, as he spoke to himself: "The three-headed stone Buddha in Pengjia Town was brought to the Jing Kingdom by the tattooed skin of the Tattoo Clan."
Then the three-headed stone Buddha laid a trap for the people of Pengjia Town. He turned those tattoos into a curse on Pengjia Town, eroding its fighting strength day and night.

Next, there was Peng Sheng, the Peach Blossom Witch, who went to the Great Snow Mountain alone to find the "Three Buddhas Soaring in the Sky" in order to get rid of the curse of the Tattoo Clan.

Given this connection, Peng Sheng himself believed that the arrival of the Buddhist people was inextricably linked to tattoos, and I never doubted it either.
But today, my doubts have arisen—as the Medicine Buddha Bodhisattva just mentioned—the people of the Buddhist Kingdom constantly traverse the starry sky, always believing that the Well Kingdom is a barren land; they cannot see through the Well Kingdom's disguise.

However, when the "back door" appeared, they realized that the Kingdom of Jing was one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the starry sky, so they entered through the back door.

"Why can't this 'back door' be the 'tattoo' of Pengjia Town?"

"The tattoos have always been there! Don't forget, those who have tattoos are called the Tree Clan. They are one of the oldest races in the Well Kingdom, dating back to ancient times."
If tattoos were a "backdoor," then the Buddhist Kingdom's search party would have entered the Jing Kingdom's territory thousands of years ago; why wait until the last few centuries?

Zhou Xuan pointed at the Dream God: "It was you...you traitorous god, it was you who brought the Buddhist people into the Well Kingdom! Only someone with your power could open a 'back door'."

"If I'm not mistaken, the so-called 'back door' is your dream. You used your boundless dream to lure the people of the Buddhist Kingdom here."

"If it is truly as you say, then why doesn't Medicine Buddha expose me?"

"level!"

Zhou Xuan said confidently, "The Buddhist Kingdom has thirty-three heavens, while the Medicine Buddha Bodhisattva is merely the lord of the lowest heavens. His level is not high enough to know of your existence."

"Nonsense, nonsense! These are all your guesses. You have no substantial evidence, none at all."

The Dream God was completely panicked. He saw the faith in the eyes of the audience fading. The people had their own scales of judgment, and through Zhou Xuan's words, they had already formed a basic judgment about whether the Dream God had committed any acts of "treason and collusion with the enemy."

Faced with the “incompetent rebuttal,” Zhou Xuan’s eyes grew increasingly cold. He said, “Dream God, what crime have you committed? You have betrayed your country and opened back doors for the people of the Buddhist Kingdom. What evidence do you need for such a crime?”
"Evidence is needed to solve a case, but a list is all that's required to quell a rebellion. I can easily summon the sorcerer with a golden token, and let him hear your sophistry."

The hundreds of faces on the Dream God's body trembled simultaneously, and the gazes of every pair of eyes toward Zhou Xuan became even more venomous.

He wanted to argue something more.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan changed the subject, saying, "However, I, Zhou Xuan, am a reasonable person. If you want evidence, then I'll show you the evidence... The Mother of a Hundred Ghosts, her level is high enough, isn't it—a top-tier realm lord in the thirty-three heavens of the Buddhist Kingdom,..."

She knows 100% about the existence of your "backdoor" in the Well Kingdom.

Upon hearing the name of the Mother of a Hundred Demons, the Dream God couldn't help but swallow hard to ease his tension.

Zhou Xuan said coldly, "She has already confessed a great deal in my secret realm. Otherwise, how would I know so much?"

"..." The Dream God suddenly realized something. He thought to himself, no wonder Zhou Xuan could describe the "back door" so accurately. It turns out that someone had already "confessed".

Zhou Xuan didn't give the Dream God a chance to be distracted. He slapped his chest and shouted, "Little Brain, come out and show this Dream God... what evidence is."

This was actually a "bluff" on his part. He didn't have any evidence, but his cerebellum and Zhou Xuan had been working together for many days and had already developed a tacit understanding.

After emerging from Zhou Xuan's secret realm, it began to project its image onto the stage.

These images are produced by the cerebellum in a very short time.

Instantly, images appeared on the dome of the theater, clearly visible to every audience member.

In the images,
The Mother of a Hundred Ghosts in Zhou Xuan's Secret Realm is being severely tortured inside the Blood Well Taoist Temple of the City God.

Zhou Xuan's image sat at the head of the table, where the Mother of a Hundred Ghosts was seated. He calmly asked, "Mother of a Hundred Ghosts, in the Kingdom of Well, who is colluding with the Kingdom of Buddha?"

Blood gushed from the body of the Mother of a Hundred Demons, and she slowly shook her head.

Zhou Xuan asked again, "If you don't speak, I will throw you into the Buddhist Kingdom. Your mind is already in chaos. Without the suppression of my City God Temple, you are just a ruthless killing machine."
Do you want to continuously slaughter your own people in a Buddhist kingdom?

“Speak, as I know, your Buddhist Kingdom truly doesn’t take that traitor from the Well Kingdom seriously. Why bother taking the blame for him and only causing suffering to the people of your Buddhist Kingdom?”

After a moment of silence, the Mother of a Hundred Demons, clearly swayed by Zhou Xuan's words in the image, slowly said, "God of Dreams."

"We are the people of Jing Kingdom, who were brought here by the God of Dreams."

The audience who watched the video were in an uproar—they had completely given up hope. They never imagined that the god of dreams, who was supposed to protect the human world, would actually become a "god of treason and betrayal."

In Mingjiang Prefecture, the power of the Dream God's wishes is constantly fading.

The Dream God could no longer bear it. He roared madly, "I was forced into it! I was forced into it! I have made some mistakes over the years, but if I were given another chance, I would not side with the Buddhist Kingdom again!"

He seemed to be begging Zhou Xuan for mercy, and he knew that his chances of winning were slim.

The gods were originally formed from the wishes and desires of humankind, resonating and synergizing. Now that Mingjiang Prefecture no longer worships that god, the god's power is rapidly declining.

Moreover, even if the Dream God's strength did not decline, he might not be able to defeat Zhou Xuan at this moment.

Zhou Xuan, inside the stage, activated the "God of Drama in the Human World," and with his supreme will descending upon him, who dares to say that they can definitely defeat him?

After hearing the roar of the Dream God, Zhou Xuan said with a forced smile, "So, you've finally repented?"

"Yes, yes! Sir, I know you are a favorite of the Witch God. Please put in a good word for me and say that I, Old Dream, have realized my mistake."

The face of the Dream God was not only numerous, covering his entire body, but also incredibly thick-skinned. So quickly, he changed his tune and began to submit to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan asked, "Dream God, let me ask you, if today, the Medicine Buddha Bodhisattva points out that you were the one who brought them into the Kingdom of Well, exposing that you are the back door of the Kingdom of Well, what would you do?"

"I will...I will..."

“Tell the truth, if you tell a lie on this stage, you will be eliminated. If that happens, you can expect to be dismissed.”

Zhou Xuanyao pointed to the dome, warning the Dream God.

The old god dared not reply. He was feeling uneasy, and he knew what it would mean if he spoke the truth.

Zhou Xuan spoke again: "Dream God, you're still so hesitant. Since that's the case, then I'll say it for you—your thought at the time was that if the Medicine Master Bodhisattva exposed your dirty deeds, you would kill everyone on this stage."
"Me, the Wandering God, those two Celestial Gods who came to witness the ceremony, and all the people of this city—whoever learns your secret, you will kill."

As soon as these words are spoken,

The audience erupted in uproar once again, and the words of the people were filled with sorrow.

"No wonder Mingjiang Prefecture has suffered so many disasters. If the gods are like this, how can the people find peace?"

"Oh, gods! So this is what our gods of Mingjiang Prefecture look like?"

"We can't condemn them all. The God of Bitter Calamity didn't hesitate to scatter his Dao for the sake of Mingjiang Prefecture and fight against the Star-Covering God. Compared to the God of Dreams, the God of Bitter Calamity is practically the God of War of Mingjiang."

The eyes of the people are the yardstick, measuring who is a hero, who is a coward, and who is a wicked scoundrel.

"How do you know everything? How do you know everything?!"

The dream god grew increasingly frustrated.

Zhou Xuan then whispered in his ear, "I really only guessed it all."
This stage cannot truly erase you!

The video of the Mother of a Hundred Demons that I just showed you was something my son, Cerebellum, made up on the spot.
The fact that you believed me begs the question: was it a clever deception, or were you just plain stupid, or perhaps you've done too many bad things and are simply too guilty?

“You…you…” The Dream God sensed Zhou Xuan’s overwhelming malice.

"Isn't this a bit like killing someone and hurting their spirit? If you have a next life, remember to be an open-minded person and use your brain wisely. Don't be tricked into spilling the beans."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he returned to the main topic and said, "Dream God, last time Mingjiang was rebuilt, you asked me for an explanation, and I gave you one."
This time, it's time for you to give me an explanation.

"I don't want much, let's call it a day."

Zhou Xuan regained the "willpower" he had possessed not long ago, and waited for the Dream God to disperse.

"This is to give you, this god, the last bit of dignity."

However, the Dream God was unwilling to disperse. The hundred or so faces on his body kept flying out and hovering in front of him, forming a "wall of a hundred faces".

Faces unfolded one after another, their eyes glazed over. Zhou Xuan knew that this was the Dream God, about to unleash a grand dream.

“Zhou Xuan, your skills are limited to the stage. If I enlarge my body and expand the scope of my dream beyond this stage, then you will be helpless.”

"On the stage, you are the supreme will, but outside the stage, you are still the same Zhou Xuan—a man with few followers."

Their faces were weaving grand dreams, and just then, inexplicably, an opening appeared in the dome.
A white dove flew into the stage. It flapped its wings and landed in front of Zhou Xuan, transforming into the shape of a blade.

This knife is three feet long, without a guard, just a piece of white iron, and it doesn't even have a sharpened edge. It doesn't look like a knife at all.

Zhou Xuan reached out and gently grasped it, and two voices echoed in his mind.

With a three-foot-long weapon in hand, ask no one who comes.

This is the audacity of the Wuwenshan Hall.

“Zhou Xuan, you have activated the seventeenth power – the Return of the World to Origin Power, and you have mastered the seventeenth sword of Wuwen Mountain.”

This is the instruction brought to us by the butcher through the spirit of his knife.

"Will the world return to its origin?"

Zhou Xuan stroked the sword in his hand, sensing the seventeenth stance of Mingjiang Prefecture at this moment, and sighed, "What a fine sword, what a fine sword. A famous sword should slay famous people. Using the Dream God to consecrate the sword is just the best thing ever."

He suddenly looked up and swung his sword at the Dream God who had woven such a grand dream.

As the blade struck, an unusual phenomenon occurred.

The audience members on the stage only showed their eyes, while in the real world, they were all fast asleep.

They had been silent the whole time, but the moment Zhou Xuan drew his sword, everyone's hands rose in unison, clenched loosely, and then swung down with force.
It was as if they were also wielding knives.

"Is this the power of Jing Kingdom to restore the world? I wield my sword, and the tens of millions of people who support me also wield their swords."

With tens of millions of people wielding their swords, tens of millions of anchor hooks appeared out of thin air on the stage, swung towards the Dream God, and hooked his enormous dream body.

At the end of each anchor hook is a cable.

All the cables were taut.
The entire population of Mingjiang Prefecture was exerting all their strength to pull down this dream god, whose body had grown to a thousand feet tall and stretched beyond the dome of the sky.

"You ants, you think you can kill me?"

The God of Dreams roared; he had been a god for so long that he had almost forgotten how he was born.

It was the collective will of these hundreds of millions of ordinary people that brought him to life.

These tens of millions of ants, working together, swung the mooring rope, and under Zhou Xuan's command, managed to pull the doomed ship of Mingjiang Prefecture to the surface.

Then they too could bring down an existence like the God of Dreams.

Boom, boom!
With two consecutive loud thuds, the Dream God finally succumbed to the pressure. His massive body could no longer maintain its balance, and he collapsed to his knees.
And from the dome above, two more dragon roars echoed.

Mingjiang Zulong and the East Market Dragon God flew in through the passage opened by the peach and willow trees.

Zhou Xuan touched the ground with one foot, leaping dozens of feet upwards. The two ancestral dragons, with lowered brows and heads, used their heads to support Zhou Xuan, carrying him past the throat of the Dream God.

Zhou Xuan swung his sword again.

After the slash, the dream dissipated, leaving only wisps of pink mist that continued to spread.

The Dream God, with a single strike, shattered the Dao.
"No, this Dream God is indeed very cunning. This one is not even his true form."

Dreams have an origin, also known as the dream eye.

Zhou Xuan was one of the people in the Jing Kingdom who understood dreams best. He did not sense the Dream Eye in the aura of the Heavenly God of Dreams.

This indicates that the true form of the dream deity has not yet arrived.

However, there is one point—the Dream God who was just killed by Zhou Xuan, even if it was just an avatar, was still an extremely powerful avatar.

Zhou Xuan watched as those pinkish gas clouds were continuously absorbed by the "starry sky scroll" in the sky.
He said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if I didn't kill the real body. I've done my part, now it's the witch god's turn to do his.

He pulled out the golden token with a backhand motion, ready to spill his blood and summon the witch god.
The voice of the sorcerer god suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"I am always here."

"You're here, yet you don't make a move?" Zhou Xuan frowned.

“It’s not time for me to take action yet,” the Witch God said. “Zhou Xuan, you have exceeded my expectations.”

"Don't be surprised, the real Dream God is not dead yet."

Zhou Xuan said.

"He will die, but you will live tonight."

After making his promise, the sorcerer fell silent.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the audience.

"Master, you are my god."

"Tonight's show was absolutely spectacular! They slew the Buddhists, the Supreme Master of Escape Technique, and the wicked God of Dreams."

"Most importantly, every one of us participated in the act of killing a god."

The avatar of the Dream God was severed by the "Return of All People to the Origin" technique. Since it was the Return of All People to the Origin, all the people of Manjiang Prefecture participated.

Zhou Xuan raised his arms high and said with deep emotion, "Let's return to our opening remarks before the lecture—tonight belongs to Ye Mingjiang."

His words drew countless whistles, and a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere finally became the mainstream on the stage.

These joyful emotions transformed into a purplish-red mist that rose continuously and was absorbed by the starry sky scroll.

Zhou Xuanzhen really wanted to figure out how many kinds of "seven emotions and six desires" the Starry Sky Scroll had absorbed today, however...

He cannot examine the Starry Sky Scroll immediately.

He has two more important things to do.

The first thing
He was about to offer incense again.
During the "Human Drama God" performance, Zhou Xuan played the role of supreme will, and this level of performance caused his incense offerings to burn extremely quickly.

His incense sticks had all burned out; what remained was the "promotion ceremony."

Besides promoting the incense offerings, Zhou Xuan's second important task was to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture.

Although the story tonight was not finished because of the "battle on the stage," after the "all people return to the origin" was unleashed, an overwhelming force of aspirations rose up in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Almost all the people regarded Zhou Xuan as the number one believer in Mingjiang Prefecture.

With such surging willpower, rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture is more than enough.

"First, offer incense, then rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture."

Zhou Xuan immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.

……

On the stands, Zhou Lingyi said to Yuan Buyu, "Old Yuan, before you took on a disciple, did you ever imagine that your disciple could slay a god?"

Yuan Buyu laughed heartily and said, "How could ordinary people like us dare to dream of such things? My Xuanzi has brought so much honor to my master! First he slew 'Bifang,' then 'Dream God,' and even the tattooed 'Peng Hou' died because of him!"

Good heavens, he's slain almost every powerful figure in the Dream Realm! Only the "Earthly Branch" is missing. Xuanzi's slaying spree is about to become a grand slam!

"If that guy doesn't provoke me, Xuanzi, he'll be fine. But if he does, I doubt he'll live long."

Yun Ziliang said with a smile.

Li Changxun, however, did not participate in the topic of the conversation. He suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, I know, I know!"

"What do you know? Who stepped on your tail?" Yun Ziliang asked.

"I know why the figures in the heavens are hunting down the magicians, trying to wipe out this entire organization," Li Changxun said, panting heavily...

(End of this chapter)