Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Xuan's day trip brought him to White Cliff Mountain, where the Painter, Music Master, and Lord Jian were all still present.

Though the Heavenly Official had already fallen, his corpse remained,

and the incense fire within a god's corpse burned fiercely. Those high-ranking incense worshippers in Jing Country—who wouldn't covet it?

However, Zhou Xuan's incense fire wasn't of a high grade. Without a Guardian at his side, leveraging the Heavenly Official's corpse might not go smoothly.

"Well, Well God, don't you think you're being extravagant, needing so many big shots to shield you while you dine?"

As Zhou Xuan approached the corpse of the Heavenly Official, a blood-colored Blood Well totem emerged from his Divine Soul.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

For the first time, he saw the eyes within the Blood Well grow so excited—every single eye radiated a savage and ferocious will to devour.

To feast upon a god, every eye trembled with unrestrained exhilaration.

Within the Divine Revelation Secret Realm,

Miss Qiang raised both arms high, summoning the Blood Well: "Well God, devour the Heavenly Official. He's in league with the Buddha Country—he's no good! Eat him."

The Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty was eradicated by the Buddha Country's invasion, and anyone allied with the Buddha Country was an enemy in Miss Qiang's eyes.

The Blood Well's City God Taoist Temple was not entirely unoccupied, either.

The temple master, long tormented and beaten down by the eyes of the Blood Well, now shuddered silently, terrified by the frenzied will emanating from the eyes.

The four Shi brothers of the Ancient Tattoo Clan, though on somewhat cordial terms with Zhou Xuan, hid themselves in corners, too intimidated to make a sound.

"Big Brother, the Well God won't eat us, right?"

"Shut up. Keep your voice down."

The Blood Well totem upon Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul, overwhelmed by the intense devouring will, detached itself and blanketed the Heavenly Official's corpse, beginning its feast upon the sacrifice.

This time, the Heavenly Official's descent through the Daoist vessel concealed both body and Divine Soul within it, but the Blood Well stripped away the Daoist vessel's outer layer and discarded it.

The newly descended Daoist vessel bore neither incense fire nor vitality; to the Blood Well, it was nothing more than the packaging of a god—utterly devoid of nourishment.

Once the Daoist vessel's outer layer was peeled off, the Blood Well began to truly savor the Heavenly Official's corpse.

With gluttonous, relentless gulps, the crisp crunching of bones rang endlessly in the air.

The Heavenly Official's corpse was chewed to a gruesome, bloody mess—hideous beyond compare.

Zhou Xuan, however, observed coldly, utterly unmoved by the carnage.

This Heavenly Official, with his power over water, had drowned countless citizens of Mingxi District. Whatever befell him now was nothing less than what he deserved.

Even the Painter felt no guilt. This generation's Heavenly Official was unworthy of being regarded as an Ancestor Master of the Bone Elder Association.

Such was the intensity of the Blood Well's devouring will this time that even the God-level corpse was consumed entirely within mere minutes, leaving behind only a pile of bare white bones.

When the Blood Well had gorged itself to the brim, the Black Water Will within the Divine Revelation took action as well,

a radiant sapphire glow emerged from Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul, forming into a massive hand that wrapped around the Heavenly Official's white bones and reclaimed them into the Secret Realm.

At the moment the azure hand materialized, Lord Jian crossed his hands over his chest and bowed in deference to it.

In Ping Shui Prefecture, where no gods existed, the Nuo God was the highest object of faith.

The Divine Revelation Black Water represented a fragment of the Nuo God's Will bestowed upon Zhou Xuan, embodying an aggressive and fiery war intent.

Though this will now belonged to Zhou Xuan, seeing the Nuo God's Will was akin to witnessing the Nuo God himself.

After receiving Lord Jian's respectful salute, the Black Water Hand pointed at the center of his brow, causing Lord Jian's white robe to swell as his war intent surged stronger than ever.

"Thank you, Nuo God, for bestowing me with war intent."

Lord Jian allowed a hint of smugness to creep into his expression.

The Painter and Music Master exchanged glances, both unable to suppress bitter smiles.

The battle prowess of Ping Shui Prefecture's You Shen was already formidable, and Lord Jian was its foremost among them. With this new war intent granted by the Nuo God's Will, in the realm of eight incense layers, who could possibly rival him?

Once the Black Water Hand gathered the Heavenly Official's white bones into the Secret Realm,

this grotesque feasting spectacle came to a quiet end.

However, the Divine Revelation Secret Realm became all the livelier.

First, the Blood Well etched two words upon the stone stele outside the City God Taoist Temple: "God Sculpting."

Zhou Xuan had recently poured all his sacrifices into the "God Sculpting."

God Sculpting involved erecting a god statue atop the Divine Platform within the City God Taoist Temple.

According to the temple master, only beings of at least eight incense layers' worth of human world semidivinity were eligible to appear upon the Divine Platform.

This time, the Blood Well's God Sculpting was for Taohua Witch Peng Sheng, the youngest High Priest of the Tattoo Clan.

Previous incense fires had already shaped Peng Sheng's torso and limbs. With this latest feast upon a God-level sacrifice,

a fierce blizzard swirled around Peng Sheng's statue, and once the snowstorm abated, Peng Sheng's head had taken form.

Alas, at this moment, Peng Sheng possessed form without spirit, substance without soul—a lifeless temple idol carved of stone and clay.

"Well God, you devour a God-level sacrifice just to make me a Peach Blossom Witch figurine?"

Zhou Xuan found himself unable to accept what lay before his eyes.

The City God Taoist Temple resided atop Fei Yue.

Fei Yue was the genuine totem of the Blood Well.

From within Fei Yue, an ancient well emerged, trembling as it spilled blood-red water, drenching Zhou Xuan completely.

Miss Qiang took it upon herself to act as interpreter, saying, "The Well God says you're not allowed to criticize it."

"Why? It skims off my earnings and won't let me complain? What about law and order?"

"The Well God also says there is no law and order within the Secret Realm."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

Miss Qiang, watching Zhou Xuan freeze up in stunned silence, couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering her mouth as she said, "The Well God's God Sculpting isn't finished yet. It told you to just wait and see."

"I'm watching."

As soon as Zhou Xuan spoke, he noticed that within the City God Taoist Temple, another ancient well rose—this time, not filled with blood but with pristine, clear water.