Wandering Gods of Day and Night

For this reason, the incense style of the "storyteller" Tangkou is extremely simple, ancient yet sleek, very minimalistic.

And at this moment, the small incense in front of Zhou Xuan is precisely the storyteller’s incense.

Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but reach out to touch it,

As soon as his hand touched the incense, it immediately divided into nine sticks.

This is the normal appearance of the storyteller’s incense — this Tangkou, when it reaches its most prosperous point, would ignite nine sticks of incense.

Zhou Xuan felt that the nine sticks of incense resonated with him,

So he reached out and gestured,

The nine sticks of incense suddenly collided into Zhou Xuan’s body.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan felt his body was filled, with a powerful force rapidly growing.

He suddenly stood up, traced in the void with his left hand, and created the illusion of a folded fan and a gavel.

Though they were just illusions, Zhou Xuan waved his hand and the two illusions collided with sound.

"Snap."

The crisp sound of the fan and wood striking, this is the storyteller’s skill — life on flat ground, using the sound wood as a signal.

He generated a gigantic dream realm, this dream covered the entire Lotus Mountain,

Then, pointing to the Fire Lotus, he said: "Ancient Buddha descends to extinguish this Fire Lotus."

Another skill of the storyteller — the Dream Buddha.

Storytellers who have mastered this skill can produce a Buddha in dreams.

When the Buddha descends, it can subdue the enemy in the dream.

Zhou Xuan had seen the Ancient Buddha, a real Ancient Buddha, and naturally could construct one in his dream.

However, his Dream Buddha seemed to have no effect, as he couldn’t sense any Buddha’s aura within the enormous Red Lotus.

Yet Zhou Xuan crossed his arms confidently and said to himself: "Let the dream fly a little longer."

...

The people in Lotus Mountain, whether the highly skilled Witch God, Golden Body Slave, or the relatively ordinary Zhao Wuya,

They all sensed one thing — the air of Lotus Mountain seemed to carry a different scent,

The mountain was still the mountain, the water was still the pond, the temple remained in ruins, yet they felt something amiss,

Finally, it was Yun Ziliang, the Great Heavenly Master of Dragon Seeking Sensing Sect, who first discerned the change in the landscape.

He exclaimed: "It’s a dream realm, the entire Lotus Temple is enveloped by a magnificent dream."

With his shout, Yuan Buyu, the old storyteller’s incense master, reacted instantly.

"Such a marvelous dream, within the dream realm, incredibly intangible, the essence of the dream nearly all concealed."

Yuan Buyu spread his arms, like a hungry man savoring a feast laden with treasures, and said delightedly: "This is the dream that all storytellers under the sky yearn to create."

Then, he opened his eyes and pointed to the Red Lotus: "This dream, amongst the storytellers of the Nine Prefectures of Jing Country, only one person can produce it—Xuanzi."

Just days ago, there was naturally another who could produce such a dream realm, and that was the Dream Realm Heavenly God.

But the Dream Realm Heavenly God has scattered his Dao, and aside from Zhou Xuan, there’s no one else capable of producing such a dream realm.

The Eternal Life Sect Leader was also extremely excited, commenting: "The Master hasn’t been transformed, he’s still resisting."

"Is the Master about to unleash the mystical Nuoshen’s Shadow?"

The Green Robed Buddha was also ecstatic, Zhou Xuan’s ability to generate such a grand dream realm within the Red Lotus—if it were merely a last-ditch fight, how could it have such grand momentum.

Such momentum can only be an absolute counterattack, and indeed a powerful one.

...

"How could Zhou Xuan possibly produce a dream realm?"

"How could the Young Master conjure such a dream?"

The Witch God and Golden Body Slave, being of supreme Taoist prowess, naturally understood the source of the power of "Nuoshen’s Shadow."

Zhou Xuan’s power at this time entirely originated from the "Nuoshen," and since it came from Nuoshen, he could only possess two skills: one being the Nuoshen’s Body, the other the Law of Destiny,

He could never perform the storyteller’s skill.

"Impossible, impossible."

The Golden Body Slave surprisingly muttered nervously to himself, as a trace of panic emerged in his heart.

"So it’s this way, it’s indeed this way..."

The Witch God glanced at the sky, spotting three directions, with three different clouds drifting by.

Western golden clouds, eastern blood-stained clouds, and the purple clouds beyond sight on the steeps,

The three sets of clouds, he knew their significance very well.

"The Four Great Venerable, gathering at Lotus Temple."

The Witch God’s heart inexplicably felt a sense of relief: "Zhou Xuan, within the Fire Lotus, actually comprehended new laws..."