Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"You want to leave the mountain—then the mountain will send you back. I, Zhou Xuan, am already a Nu of nine sticks of incense; how could you possibly escape from the palm of my hand?"

"How could you possibly be a Nu of nine sticks of incense? Just a few days ago, the incense had only burned through seven sticks."

Ning Yu suddenly asked.

It was precisely this curious question of his

that made him fall into the "colorful play" Zhou Xuan unleashed.

The Colorful Play Master’s first-level technique: "Touqihuao."

Since Touqihuao had already been set in motion, Zhou Xuan naturally had to stack on the second level: "Pretending."

"I was merely hiding my edge. Without nine sticks of incense, would I have dared come to this Snow Plain Prefecture?"

Zhou Xuan lightly waved his folded fan, and the entire Great Snow Mountain kept trembling; the mountain seemed to have fallen completely under Zhou Xuan’s control.

The Great Snow Mountain did not truly exist; this mountain was nothing more than a dream Zhou Xuan had birthed not long ago.

Since it was a dream spun by Zhou Xuan, the Snow Mountain naturally lay within his control.

After activating the storyteller’s dreamscape, Zhou Xuan once more put on the mask of the "Colorful Play Master."

Colorful play and storyteller—these two Tangkou could both give birth to illusions, one ring interlocking with another; Zhou Xuan was determined to play Ning Yu till he was dizzy and spinning.

"You really have nine sticks of incense?"

Ning Yu could not help but feel a chill of fear.

Zhou Xuan once again stacked the colorful play upward, bringing out the Colorful Play Master’s third-level technique—Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Zhou Xuan said coldly, "Look within this whole mountain—do you see a gigantic Prajna hidden there? The moon on West Mountain, the sun on East Mountain; sun and moon rapidly merging."

Mirror Flower Water Moon—the Colorful Play Master paints a scene with words, making the one under the spell believe it.

Just now, Ning Yu had already been deceived by Zhou Xuan’s "Pretending" about the "nine sticks of incense"; now it could be stacked up to the third level.

Ning Yu couldn’t help but look up at the sky; he truly saw a Bright Moon rolling out from the foot of West Mountain.

At the same time, blazing fire fell from the heavens, endlessly converging and condensing into a blazing sun, striding wantonly along East Mountain.

Blazing sun, Bright Moon—two colossal masses, each surging toward him; the immense coercion they brought made Ning Yu’s liver and gall shatter.

"A Nu of nine sticks of incense—his power can actually reach such a level?"

Seeing that Ning Yu was sinking deeper and deeper into the colorful play’s hoax, Zhou Xuan seized the chance to stack on the Colorful Play Master’s fourth-level technique—Creation from Nothing.

"Where are the blazing sun and Bright Moon heading?"

"I don’t know." Ning Yu said through gritted teeth.

Zhou Xuan, however, smiled and said, "Ning Yu, ah Ning Yu, you truly are foolish. I, Zhou Xuan, cultivate Nu, not Buddhist law; how could I possibly give birth to the Supreme Prajna of the Buddhist sect?"

"The one condensing Prajna within this Snow Mountain is not me."

"If it’s not you, who could it be?" Ning Yu asked.

Zhou Xuan pointed toward the horizon and said, "Ning Yu, ah, take a look over there—doesn’t there stand a Heavenly King of the Buddha Country—Prajna Heavenly King?"

"Nonsense, nonsense."

"Whether he’s there or not—won’t you know if you just take a look?"

Zhou Xuan guided him patiently.

"Creation from Nothing" is to, within the scene drawn by "Mirror Flower Water Moon," once again paint living beings into existence.

Within this Great Snow Mountain colorful play, Zhou Xuan painted out a "Prajna Heavenly King."

He did not actually know what that Prajna Heavenly King looked like, but colorful play was not the storyteller’s dreamscape—the one under the spell would automatically fill in the details.

Sure enough, Ning Yu could not withstand Zhou Xuan’s bewitchment and looked up toward the heavens; he saw a Heavenly King in wide monk robes, suspended in midair.

This Heavenly King had his hands clasped behind his back, bearing an air of looking down on all under heaven, exceedingly domineering.

"Do you see the Prajna Heavenly King now?"

"Prajna Heavenly King, why... why have you become entangled with Zhou Xuan?"

"Prajna Heavenly King, please answer me—I am the Blood-footed Child under the seat of the Yanfutai Buddha Mother."

After glimpsing the Prajna Heavenly King, Ning Yu kept shouting; he wanted an answer: why would Prajna Heavenly King, one of the extremes of the Buddha Country, appear on the Snow Mountain together with Zhou Xuan?

"So he really is that Buddha Mother’s Child."

Zhou Xuan secretly sneered to the side.

When Ning Yu used his five viscera to draw a Blood Array and grow out a pair of feet, Zhou Xuan had more or less understood—he had, by sheer coincidence, stumbled upon the Buddha Mother’s fourth Child.

In the Buddha Mother’s temple, there were six Tian Can; among them, one kind of Tian Can had lost both feet, called "Infinite Legs."

Judging from the style of Ning Yu’s Divine Skills, he was no different from that "Infinite Legs."

"This fourth-level technique is well-achieved; time to stack on the fifth-level technique, ’No Thieves in the World.’"

Zhou Xuan muttered to himself, "I’ll have to stage a double-act for this Ning Yu."

With that thought, he altered his own voice, changing it into an extremely dignified, overwhelmingly imposing tone.

Then he spoke.

Only, when he spoke, in Ning Yu’s eyes it was that Prajna Heavenly King upon the Heavenly Dome who opened his mouth.

"Blood-footed Child, you truly are muddle-headed!"