Wandering Gods of Day and Night

The painter ordered the slaying of the Heavenly Official,

while Shang Wenjun led the others to slay the "Ghost Hand".

"Young Master is right, if we don't cut down these gods that have stirred the tides, how can we face the common people of the Mingjiang Prefecture?"

The painter tore through space and went ahead to White Cliff Mountain, followed closely by the Music Master, Li Chengfeng, Gu Ling, and others through the Divine Lantern.

...

In the White Cliff Mountain range, the undulating curves formed silhouettes in the twilight, as mountain sparrows swept over the peaks.

The figure of the Heavenly Official stood in the center of the mountains.

He raised his arms, summoning the divine silk of his Heavenly Vault Divine Country.

With the arrival of the Daoist, he could only remain within the Daoist's body at this moment.

This Daoist, donned in a black robe, had his face shrouded by black hair.

The call of the Heavenly Official quickly took effect, and from above the Heavenly Dome, dozens of red silks descended, binding his arms and body, attempting to pull him back to the Heavenly Dome.

His form rose rapidly, and the Mingjiang Prefecture in his eyes grew increasingly smaller.

"Poof!"

Just when the Heavenly Official thought he was completely safe, suddenly, flames of Taoist Fire ignited on several strands of divine silk.

"Bone Elder Association?"

The Heavenly Official just about to look around when another flame darted towards him.

"Go!"

The Heavenly Official, with quick reflexes, waved his right hand, extinguishing the flame before him.

"Painter, come out for me."

No voice sounded around, yet the Taoist Fire indicated the presence of the Bone Elder.

The Heavenly Official naturally knew that it was the painter, who mastered the Space Law.

"Heavenly Official, I once fantasized countless times, how I might assist you if I cultivated the nine sticks of incense in the human world. Never did I imagine, our first true meeting would be under such circumstances."

The painter tore through space, hovering not far from the Heavenly Official.

"I am the god of the Bone Elder Association, you are the Bone Elder, do you intend to betray and destroy your master?"

Those disciples behind who connected to the Heavenly Vault God Level of Tangkou, would address their Heavenly Vault God as "Great Ancestor", "Ancestor Master"...

The Heavenly Official's "betray and destroy your master" indeed held some truth.

"The Bone Elder Association belongs to the Heavenly Official but it is also the Bone Elder Association of the Mingjiang Prefecture."

"If I fall, then the Bone Elder Association will no longer have a god above the Heavenly Dome."

Without a god, the Bone Elder Association will no longer be the strongest Tangkou in the Mingjiang Prefecture.

"The Bone Elder Association is powerful not because of you, the Heavenly Official, but because we have mastered the mystery of blood and flesh."

The painter pointed at the Heavenly Official, speaking with a very serious demeanor, "The Bone Elder Association can produce you, a Heavenly Official, and it can produce the next Heavenly Official. Your fall is not so significant."

"Then I want to see just how you, a painter, can stop me from returning to the Heavenly Vault Divine Country."

The divine silk binding the Heavenly Official had mostly burned away, and his ascent had noticeably slowed.

The Heavenly Official pinched his right index and middle fingers together, reciting the prayer incantation, and the stars in the twilight shone with intense light.

"I pray to the stars, a heavenly fire to burn you, the painter, to ashes."

The stars emitted a streak of starlight, which quickly fell, forming a huge blaze, rushing toward the painter.

The painter was from the Suffering Faction of the Bone Elder Association, possessing the terrifying power of blood and flesh regeneration, but he judged the burning power of the Star Fire to be too overwhelming; blood and flesh regeneration could not withstand that blaze.

The painter promptly tore through space and vanished without a trace, yet the blaze did not cease its assault due to his disappearance; after a continuous fall, it too vanished without a trace.

It continued to chase the painter within the space torn by him.

"Words bind actions; seeking traces through shadows, that is the power of the Praying Sect of the Bone Elder Association."

In the eyes of the Heavenly Official, the Praying Sect was far superior to the Suffering Faction; he spent three hundred years purging the Bone Elder Association of all Praying Elders to prevent anyone from threatening his position.

"Heavenly Official, you are of the Praying Sect, yet you force our Bone Elder Association to become the Suffering Faction; you are truly cunning."

A familiar voice to the Heavenly Official came out from a lantern.

The Night Patrol lantern floated in the air, and Gu Ling emerged from it.

Gu Ling was the divine office of the Bone Elder Association – "Divine Communication"; her role was to communicate with the "Heavenly Official" within the Bone Elder Gathering.

"Heavenly Official, having come to the human world, leaving so soon?"

"Heavenly Official, you cleansed so many from the Praying Sect; today, I shall vent this grievance for the Praying Sect."

Two lanterns appeared simultaneously.

The Music Master, Li Chengfeng, emerged from the lanterns.

"How could we, the painter and I, to ensure your seniority in the heavens enjoys a superior life, paint and sing for you, yet you bring calamity to the Mingjiang Prefecture?"

While speaking, a rib bone of the Music Master reversed its growth and transformed into a bone zither.

"The life in the heavens is not that comfortable."

The Heavenly Official shook his head, and the divine silk binding him burned with increasingly fierce flames.

The last few strands of Heavenly Vault Divine Silk were about to be severed as well.

At this moment, he also retrieved a Netherworld Stone from his sleeve, intending to notify the others through the Netherworld Stone Gathering that he was surrounded by the roaming ghosts of the Bone Elder Association, asking them for help.

Just as the Netherworld Stone flickered with a faint glow, suddenly, a golden feathered arrow shot from an unknown direction,

with incredibly powerful force, knocking the Netherworld Stone into the air.

After tracing an arc in the air, the space was torn open again, and the painter pinched the Netherworld Stone with his left hand, while on his back was Lord Jian.

"Lord Jian, you've come as well?" Li Chengfeng greeted.

"The internal conflict in the Bone Elder Association is so lively, how could I, the White Clothes Divine Arrow, not be here?"