Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"Ah Xuan, our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty—could it be doomed to extinction by the Buddha Country people just like this?"

Miss Qiang leaned against Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul, gazing sorrowfully at the flood's vast expanse, her fists tightly clenched.

"Qiangqiang, don't worry—we'll have our revenge. Those who kill, will themselves be pursued by all to their deaths."

...

Zhou Family's Troupe, beneath the Ancestor Tree.

Zhou Lingyi rarely showed signs of anxiety, but at this moment, she mechanically circled around the Ancestor Tree.

"Master Zhou, who could have imagined that those Gods were actually Buddha Country's covert agents? Otherwise, why not let the Ancestor Tree teleport me to Mingjiang? I want to see if relying on reverse divine descent can truly stop me—an old fellow clinging to life."

Yuan Buyu had only seven sticks of incense worth of strength, yet the storyteller's combat prowess ranked prominently within Jing Country's Tangkou.

This was solely due to the storyteller's dream abilities, which could transcend boundaries to imprison opponents once locked into vision.

After Zhou Xuan's Nuo God divination, his strength rose to four sticks of incense—capable of using dreams to restrain opponents wielding five sticks.

Though Yuan Buyu possessed seven sticks of firepower, he was hardly intimidated by any God who couldn't deploy their peak strength.

"Elder Yuan, the time isn't ripe yet. The Ancestor Tree's teleportation comes with restrictions. If my younger brother hasn't identified who those Gods are, there's no use in sending you over."

"Gods don't descend easily. Gods rely on Daoists to descend into the human world. And if the Daoists are slain, the Gods will perish. What sort of benefit could prompt such risk, driving these Gods to take such a gamble to descend upon the mortal realm?"

Lord Jiu had been puzzling over this.

Zhou Lingyi replied, "In recent years, the heavens' oversight has weakened. Perhaps these Gods seek to escape the shackles imposed by the Jing Country's will while the restrictions are at their lowest ebb."

The "Jing Country's will" in her words was what Miss Qiang and the God of Suffering referred to as "the Master."

"Destroying Mingjiang Prefecture—is that enough to break free from the Will?"

Lord Jiu continued grasping at straws.

"Old Jiu, stop overthinking it. If my disciple identifies the Gods hiding amidst the floods, would you be willing to follow me to Mingjiang Prefecture—where we'll eradicate these deities?"

"My personality's gentle, you know. You shouldn't always be 'eradicate this, exterminate that'..."

"But will you go or not?"

"Of course, I'll go."

Lord Jiu took a swig of liquor and declared, "These Gods need to understand—if Jing Country's Gods find it hard to descend, they shouldn't descend chaotically. Because in the human world, there are those capable of dealing with them."

"If we're able to locate the Gods successfully, there's no need to fear. But finding them is a near-insurmountable task."

Zhou Lingyi laid bare the crux of Mingjiang's threat.

Those entities are called Gods for a reason—they possess exceptional abilities.

Even when relying on Daoists to descend upon mortal realms, their combat prowess peaks at eight sticks of incense.

...

"Search and search, yet nothing turns up."

Zhou Xuan grew increasingly frustrated.

His perception threads combed through the floodwaters, but he failed to capture even the faintest trace of the Gods' presence.

"Perhaps these Gods possess some sort of special ability?"

Deeming the scenario peculiar, Zhou Xuan returned from his day-travel to his physical body and used his connection to inquire with his elder sister.

"Sister, I can't find the Gods hidden within the floodwaters."

"The Gods of Mingjiang Prefecture can merge with the prefecture's mountains, water streams, and earthy grounds, blending so completely that their traces vanish."

Zhou Lingyi explained, "Through these abilities, they dare to descend via Daoists, leveraging control over Mingjiang's landscapes and waterways to carry out their destruction of Mingjiang Prefecture."

"They utilize the flood's force to drown enough people, finalize the soul amalgam Mo Tingsheng requires, forge a pathway, and bring Buddha Country's forces through—all without so much as exposing their faces."

At this, Zhou Lingyi sighed deeply.

"Can the Nuo God awaken?"

"If the flood reaches Ping Shui Prefecture, the Nuo God will naturally arise. But this flood targets Mingjiang, whose master is the God of Suffering."

Zhou Lingyi's words carried an undeniable finality.

Zhou Xuan grimaced at the mention of the God of Suffering.

This deity was utterly incompetent—reduced to a mere wisp of consciousness, content to sit high above and spectate the drama unfolding below.

"If I push my perception to its utmost limits, can I locate the Gods lurking within the floodwaters?"

"Do you still have means to amplify your perception?"

"Yes."

Zhou Xuan replied firmly, "The Blood Well Society."

In recent days, Si Yuer had already announced the formation of the "Blood Well Society" prominently across newspaper headlines.

Initially, Zhou Xuan intended for more pre-launch publicity before initiating the assembly of this society. But now—not a second could be spared.

"Sister, within Mingjiang Prefecture, there exist Blood Well Spirit Communicators. If I gather them together and unify our perception, my perception will undoubtedly surpass its current power by leaps and bounds."

"Worth a try."

Zhou Lingyi offered her agreement, at which point Zhou Xuan severed their connection and day-traveled to the skies over Mingjiang Prefecture.

Surveying the land below, he could see the floodwaters expanding—the disaster in Mingxi District was particularly dire, with nearly half the area drowning beneath a murky yellow expanse.

Zhou Xuan understood all too well the implications of this ochre shade.

Beneath those polluted waves lay countless lives frozen in time.

Zhou Xuan's day-travel soul emitted potent sound waves across Mingjiang Prefecture's grounds.

These sound waves were perceptible only by Blood Well Spirit Communicators.

"Blood Well Spirit Communicators of Mingjiang Prefecture—I hereby declare the reformation of the Blood Well Society. If you can perceive my voice, you will know the scope of my perception's strength."

"Moreover, I've devised a method to suppress the Blood Well Madness."

"The new Blood Well Society will liberate you from your previous lifetimes of living like sewer rats. No longer will there be madness, nor will there be hunting of Blood Well Spirit Communicators. You will live in peace alongside other Tangkou disciples in this world."

"If you yearn for such a life, then join the new Blood Well Society. Bid farewell to persecution and obscurity once and for all."

As a Blood Well Spirit Communicator himself, Zhou Xuan understood their torment.

Moments after broadcasting his voice,

An unfamiliar yet oddly recognizable tone spoke up.

"You can suppress the madness?"

The voice was unfamiliar but deeply familiar—Zhou Xuan had heard this identical timbre in the old Blood Well Society.

Its speaker was "Zhimajiang."

"I can!"

Zhou Xuan affirmed resolutely.

"Why should I believe you?" Zhimajiang asked, challenging Zhou Xuan...