Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"Brothers of the Revenge Association, listen up! The time for vengeance has come! Raise the blades in your hands, and with our blood and lives, let us face the gods of Mingjiang Prefecture!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Everyone roared with fury as they thrust their blades swiftly into their own necks and immediately pulled them out.

Their blood gushed out rapidly, forming a blood-shaped peony flower on the riverbank.

As the flower shape materialized, in the waterways of the reservoir, countless human heads began to surface.

There were hundreds of heads in total.

Immediately after, the heads transformed into floating corpses, and hundreds of these corpses surged upriver against the current, their mouths opening in unison to sing an eerie, mournful chant.

At this moment, the Painter and Zhou Xuan arrived in haste.

"Old Hua, those floating corpses are charging upstream toward the dam gates of the reservoir," Zhou Xuan shouted.

The Painter lit two bolts of Daoist Flame and hurled them toward the floating corpses.

The floating corpses caught fire instantly, but they seemed extraordinarily resistant to burning. The fire barely penetrated their bodies, and instead, the flames seemed to provoke them, causing them to accelerate their onslaught toward the reservoir gates.

"Motherfucker."

The Painter stepped into the river's path once more, igniting Daoist Flame again. This time, he tore off one of his own arms and used it to fuel the fire, pushing the flames to their utmost intensity. The blaze was ferocious, and as it scorched the floating corpses, violent sounds of collision rang out.

However, even though the front rows of floating corpses were turned to ash, more waves of corpses continued their relentless advance.

The Painter, determined to hold the line at the reservoir, could only keep tearing away parts of his own body to feed the flames, using his own flesh as the fuel.

On Bai Mei Mountain, the Painter fought with reckless abandon to burn the floating corpses.

Meanwhile, for the other six reservoirs, the Painter had arranged for them to be guarded by members of the Bone Elder Association, the City God, and the You Shen Sect led by the Witch Master.

They descended with their Divine Lanterns in hand.

...

At the lower reaches of the Mo Xi Reservoir, the Witch Master Shang Wenjun discerned the origin of the floating corpses and couldn't help but shed tears.

These floating corpses came from an array formation.

This formation was constructed using Living Human Piles as its material.

This array was none other than the Wu Family's "Reverse Water Corpses."

Once activated, the floating corpses became as solid as rock, impervious to fire and water, and possessed immense strength.

In the Yellow Origin region, there once existed a type of "Backtracking Witch," skilled in wielding such arrays.

Later, the Backtracking Witch's lineage was lost, and this formation was subsequently preserved by the Witch God Temple, the main hall of the Wu Family witches.

Upon seeing this array, Shang Wenjun immediately understood—this was the handiwork of witches who had been corrupted by the kidnappers, teaching this array to them.

And now, the kidnappers were using this Wu Family formation to destroy the reservoirs, unleashing a catastrophic flood.

"Traitor of the witches—look at what you've done."

Suspended above the river, Shang Wenjun unleashed tens of thousands of red threads from her body, weaving them into a silken gate that blocked the advancing corpses.

The silk gate halted the marching corpses, while the remaining threads penetrated the corpses' bodies, slowly slicing through them.

The cutting was excruciatingly slow, but with the silken gate holding the corpses back, time was on her side—as long as the corpses didn't reach the reservoir gates.

...

At the Nanchuan Reservoir, the Living Human Piles had been driven into the interior of the reservoir.

When the Music Master descended with his lantern from the God Traveling Department, he saw the corpses and sighed deeply: "If it weren't for the Young Master's guidance, Mingjiang would be finished."

Without Zhou Xuan, Mo Tingsheng's plan would have unfolded silently and seamlessly.

With the collapse of the eleven reservoirs, the resulting flood would bring the desperate doom of Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Young Master, you are truly the savior of Mingjiang."

Seated, the Music Master extended his ribs outward using the Protective Divine Spell from the Bone Elder, allowing the bones to shoot from his body like strings of an instrument.

Plucking the exposed ribs, he played a resonant melody that echoed throughout the reservoirs.

The surrounding mountains answered the melody with sound waves imperceptible to human ears.

These waves converged, shaking the reservoir's waters violently, and the splashing torrents swept hundreds of floating corpses off their feet.

This was the Law of Music wielded by the Music Master.

The endless waves penetrated the corpses, creating strange vibrations within them.

Their indestructible, water-and-fire-resistant forms began to show subtle cracks.

...

The Music Master, Painter, and Shang Wenjun were three of Mingjiang Prefecture's Seven Incenses. Battling the sudden influx of corpses individually already tested their limits.

The remaining You Shen figures, at best Six Incenses, struggled mightily to block the hundreds of corpses.

At the East Bright Reservoir, Gu Ling and Li Chengfeng stood guard together. Gu Ling's Daoist Flame barely scratched the corpses.

"Old Li, pray for me while I use my body to block the corpses," Gu Ling said.

Among the Bone Elder, Gu Ling possessed the strongest "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" talent. After several failed attempts at burning the corpses, she leapt into the river and stretched her flesh open, forming a wall of blood and flesh across the river's path.

Hundreds of corpses surged against Gu Ling, bringing the blood-and-flesh wall dangerously close to rupture.

Her regenerative abilities alone couldn't repair the wall fast enough.

But with Li Chengfeng present—

He was one of the rare Praying Sect members of the Bone Elder Association.

"Borrowing the power of heavenly light, I pray for Gu Ling's Blood and Flesh Rebirth."

With dual blessings of regenerative power, they barely managed to stop the advancing corpses.

...

Gu Ling, Li Chengfeng, the Painter, the Music Master, and Shang Wenjun employed all their divine skills to protect the reservoirs from the advancing corpses.

However, the remaining three reservoirs faced far more peril.

Two of them were guarded by Bone Elder members, who adopted Gu Ling and Li Chengfeng's method of constructing multiple blood-and-flesh walls in the river. As one was destroyed, another quickly replaced it—a tireless cycle.

Even so, occasional gaps allowed corpses to break through the barricades and slam into the reservoir gates.

The massive gates cracked with each collision from the corpses.

The reservoirs guarded by Bone Elder You Shen were already in dire straits.

As for the Thousand Layer Tower Reservoir, protected by Xia Jin, one of the Evil Slayer You Shen, the defense was even more precarious.

Xia Jin shot arrow after arrow, pinning hundreds of corpses to the riverbed. Yet, he couldn't hold off the rest.

Dozens of corpses had already left half-meter-wide craters in the gates with their strikes.

If this continued, the reservoir would fall, releasing tens of thousands of hectares of water to flood Mingjiang Prefecture.

With no other options, Xia Jin had to call for reinforcements from Ping Shui Prefecture.

...

A plea for help flew into the Zhou Family's Troupe in Ping Shui Prefecture.

Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu, and Lord Jiu sat beneath the Ancestor Tree, gazing upward at the Heavenly Dome with heavy hearts.

"I never expected Mo Tingsheng to be this ruthless, using the Wu Family's Reverse Water Corpses array to attack Mingjiang Prefecture's reservoirs and trigger a flood of catastrophic magnitude," Zhou Lingyi sighed.

Yuan Buyu cursed, "This is Mingjiang Prefecture's own fault. For years, they permitted the kidnappers to thrive unchecked. If it weren't a flood today, it would've been something even worse tomorrow."

"Old Yuan, Mingjiang Prefecture's on the brink of collapse. Let's stop scolding and think about how to save them," Lord Jiu said. "If only Old Arrow and I had comprehended the Space Law. If I could travel between prefectures as freely as the Painter, I'd do it without hesitation. But alas, I've mastered only the natural law."

Zhou Lingyi remained silent in thought.

Half a minute later, she suddenly looked up and addressed Lord Jiu: "Do you truly wish to save Mingjiang Prefecture?"

"Of course. Mingjiang Prefecture is our neighbor. If their city gates succumb to fire, the flames will surely spread to our pond. If Mingjiang drowns, how much better will Ping Shui fare?"

"Then I have a way to send you to Mingjiang Prefecture," Zhou Lingyi said.

"Do you mean to send me through the Ancestor Tree to your brother's shop? But his shop is far from Xia Jin's reservoir. By the time I walk from there to the reservoir, it'll already be destroyed."

"Lord Jiu, you control the natural law. My brother can shift the Fierce Sun's Reflection and deliver you directly to the reservoir Xia Jin guards."

"Your brother can move the Fierce Sun's Reflection?"

"He can try. At the very least, he once carried the Bright Moon's Reflection across four prefectures while pursuing Mr. Feng."

"Then let's give it a shot."

Lord Jiu uncorked his wine gourd and took a hearty swig.

Through the Ancestor Tree's connection, Zhou Lingyi sent a message to Zhou Xuan: "Brother, do you truly wish to save Mingjiang Prefecture?"

"Of course," Zhou Xuan replied firmly.

"Then move the Fierce Sun's Reflection to Xia Jin's reservoir. With that, Lord Jiu can intervene. But... shifting the reflection might injure you."

"It doesn't matter. If fewer people die in Mingjiang Prefecture, what's a little injury to me? As long as it's the reservoir's Fierce Sun Reflection, it'll work?"

"It will, but you'll need to place the reflection near the floating corpses. Lord Jiu can only act within the reflection."

"Understood."

At that moment, Zhou Xuan's divine soul, already stationed at Xia Jin's reservoir, watched anxiously as the corpses nearly breached it. Fueled by his sister's guidance, Zhou Xuan's soul took on a giant's form and marched toward the reservoir's bright, burning Fierce Sun Reflection...