Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"Master, you deceived me so thoroughly."

Ning Yu stared intently at Zhou Xuan, his eyes filled with venom.

Zhou Xuan shrugged, scornfully remarking: "Ning Tu Lu, your complaint is so outdated, like something from an old romantic tale."

"..."

The ghostly face on Ning Yu’s legs glowed with a bloody sheen. Unwilling to sit idle, he intended to use his "Infinite Legs" divine skill to escape from the Secret Realm.

Zhou Xuan paid no attention, openly made a "please" gesture.

"Come on, Ning Tu Lu, please begin your performance."

"Curse it, my two legs can walk through fate, space, and time. Zhou Xuan, capturing me is by no means easy."

He bent down, offering his left thumb to the crying face.

The anguished, contorted ghost face smelled the blood’s scent, instantly opened its eye, and bit off the thumb, chewing it voraciously,

crunching loudly,

The ghost face immediately began to operate, emitting a highly unpleasant wailing sound,

The waves of Black Water surged, and the sound of their collision seemed like someone laughing.

It laughed at Ning Yu’s foolishness, mocked the overestimation of the Blood-footed Child.

"Go."

Having fed the ghost face, Ning Yu shouted, his whole body erupted in bloody light, and his figure suddenly vanished.

But in the next moment, a crashing sound echoed inside the walls of Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm,

Ning Yu had hit the wall, he now seemed stuck to the wall of the Secret Realm, then slowly slid down.

"Fool, not even the true Prajna Heavenly King could escape my Secret Realm, let alone a mere Blood-footed Child like you."

Zhou Xuan coldly laughed,

while Black Water and Blood Well surged towards Ning Yu, a stream of black water and a red thread infiltrated Ning Yu’s body, silently extracting Ning Yu’s soul,

Ning Yu tried to invoke his Buddha Country Dharma Image to block, only to find that those black and red powers, though appearing as mere trickling streams, hid immense strength.

His Dharma Image barely formed when a drop of black water split off from the stream, shattering his Dharma Image.

"What kind of existence is this?"

A huge terror surrounded Ning Yu completely,

Zhou Xuan, like someone enjoying a spectacle, explained to Ning Yu: "Ning Tu Lu, now let me tell you, this Black Water embodies the will of Nuo God,

that Blood Moon symbolizes the Blood Well God,

You know these two, right?"

Ning Yu had been in Laijing Country for years, no matter how unaware, he wouldn’t be ignorant of the infamous "Blood Well" and "Nuo God."

He even experienced the fateful night over sixty years ago—on that Laba night, Blood Well fought for its followers, devouring a tenth of the Hall Disciples in Jing Country.

And Nuo God, need it be said—the Realm Master of Buddha Country, lurking in Jing Country all these years,

Whether it’s Mother of Hundred Demons or Yanfuti, or other Seeking Wave Monks,

The reason they live like rats in the gutter is their fear of this supreme Heavenly God of Jing Country.

"The strongest Heavenly God in Jing Country, one of Jing Country’s Four Heavenly Venerables..."

Ning Yu sighed, abandoning resistance, knowing any struggle before these two towering figures was futile.

He had but a single hope, to die suddenly, sparing himself some agony.

"Wish to die, dreaming of good times? Look over there, your buddy is still lying down."

Zhou Xuan pointed in a direction,

Ning Yu followed the gesture to see the Hundred Forms Child, a fellow under Buddha Mother’s tutelage, lying under a tree.

On closer inspection, he wasn’t resting under the tree, but a tree had sprouted from his body.

Suddenly, he understood what Zhou Xuan meant by "planting trees" earlier,

He looked at the pathetic state of the Hundred Forms Child, the urine stain at the corner of his mouth, and collapsed, silently tearing up before crying out loud,

"Ah, adults often crumble in an instant."

Amused, Zhou Xuan patted Ning Yu’s shoulder, saying: "Ning Tu Lu, cry a bit more. Once Big Child cracks your head open to plant a tree, it won’t hurt as much."

That Big Child, holding a massive bone stick, swung it towards Ning Yu’s head.

"Boom!"

"..." Ning Yu.

"Oh, this monk’s skull is quite hard."

Big Child remarked,

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Each strike stronger than the last, pounding Ning Yu’s head into a buzz.

"If I don’t crack open this head, how will I dig out the seeds in his brain?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Again, a series of blows, Ning Yu first realized that a hard head could indeed be a curse,

"You guys keep planting; I have business outside."

As Ning Yu looked about to become rich soul soil, ready to sprout a fruit tree, Zhou Xuan left the Secret Realm.

...

His Heart Spirit returned to reality.

"Such strong Buddha energy."

Zhou Xuan sensed an extremely dense Buddha energy permeating within the Heavenly Spirit Tower,

Upon seeing Zhou Xuan "awakened," the Green Robed Buddha gratefully said: "Thank you, my master, for imparting the ’Great Wisdom Finger,’ this teaching grace, disciple cannot repay..."

"If you can’t repay, don’t babble on. This kind of earnest gratitude makes it seem like it’s genuine."