Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Xuan hadn’t waited for Zhou Lingyi to finish speaking before he chuckled and said: "Elder sister, it’s not just the Buddhist sects that can conjure a Dharma Image.

If it takes skill to beat the King of Reincarnation, then we might have to put in some effort, but if it’s merely about the power of the Dharma Image that decides the outcome, then I find it quite easy."

"..." Zhou Lingyi.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Lingyi asked, "You’re that confident?"

"Of course, I’m confident."

Zhou Xuan strode out, shielding his sister behind him, and smiled boldly: "No matter how sophisticated or powerful the reincarnation king’s dharma aspect is, it’s still beneath the ancient Buddha.

Such a dharma image, I fear, isn’t much to look at."

As he spoke, his hand reached to his waist, grabbing the "Taoist Ancestor Mask", and said: "He might summon the dharma aspect of the King of Reincarnation, but I shall summon a dharma aspect of a Taoist Ancestor."

He raised his hand and lightly tossed the mask that was already clasped in his palm into the air.

This "Taoist Ancestor Mask", feeling extremely light, seemed to be carried by the gentle wind within this wheel of hell, constantly flying,

but when it came to rest in front of the reincarnation king, it was accompanied by a thunderous momentum.

The King of Reincarnation did not dare to underestimate it, and he clasped his hands to make a Buddha spell, and after a series of Buddha’s chant, a gigantic stone tablet appeared in front of him.

The body of the stele is as enormous as a mountain, and on the stele itself, it’s inscribed with a dense array of names.

Legend tells,

Every evil ghost thrown into the wheel of hell would leave their name on the stone tablet.

This tablet is the reincarnation king’s symbol, and it is also the supreme magical artifact used to counter the Taoist Ancestor Mask at this time.

Speaking of the vastness of the tablet, it was originally a human world suppressing object, capable of suppressing ten thousand ghosts,

but now, it can’t suppress, it can only barely resist the falling "Taoist Ancestor Mask".

The mask stuck to the body of the tablet, and the gigantic stone seemed to sink faintly by several inches,

and many of the names on the stele were shattered under the pressure of the Tao Ancestor Mask.

As those names shattered, Zhou Xuan felt the sound of ghostly wailing around him reduce significantly.

Zhou Lingyi explained: "The power of the King of Reincarnation stems from the evil ghosts in this hell, the fewer the evil ghosts, the weaker his power.

The shattering of those names signifies numerous evil ghosts fleeing the prison."

"Oh, the fewer evil ghosts in this hell, the weaker his power?"

Zhou Xuan sneered, pointed his toes on the ground, and jumped lightly, and when he leapt midair, he suddenly plummeted downward,

and the Tao Ancestor Mask, resonating with Zhou Xuan’s perception, heavily sank downwards at the same time.

With this descent, the ten thousand ghosts’ stele sunk even lower, and the Reincarnation King, with a tilted head, utilized all the strength he had to merely keep the big stele from pressing down further.

The reincarnation king’s miserable appearance seemed not like the stele was indeed suppressing ten thousand ghosts, but more like the stele was suppressing him.

"Crack, crack!"

The great stele was heavily pressed by the mask, and a large batch of names on the stele shattered, like an old wall neglected for years with its coating constantly peeling off.

Names represent evil ghosts, and evil ghosts represent the power of the Reincarnation King,

Now, as names peel off and shatter, the power of the reincarnation king’s dharma aspect is increasingly weakening,

while the might of the Tao Ancestor Mask grows ever stronger.

With this decline on one side and rise on the other, Zhou Xuan knew victory was assured,

so he coldly glanced at the reincarnation king and said: "Little reincarnation king, how could you ever suppress me?

You have tens of thousands of hell ghosts on your side and think you possess great divine skills, but do you know—Taoist Purple Aura comes from the east, nine thousand miles."

He started by shutting his eyes, quickly recalling the scene of "Purple Aura Comes from the East, Nine Thousand Miles" in his mind.

In the images, the boundless purple aura contained the supreme true scripture of the Tao Ancestor.

The more Zhou Xuan envisioned these scenes, the more he felt a scorching sensation between his brows, when the heat turned boiling, he suddenly opened his eyes wide,

and simultaneously, from the originally hollow eye sockets of the Tao Ancestor Mask, two purple beams shot out unexpectedly.

The purple light soared straight to the heavens, illuminating the entire hell brightly,

in hell, wherever it was enveloped by the purple light, there exuded a rising purple aura,

the color of the purple aura grew increasingly rich, and a formidable Taoist mind force emerged in the midst.

Hell turned purple color, and so did the stone tablet bearing ten thousand ghosts, even the reincarnation king himself turned purple,

everything in the world became a vibrant purple,

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The purple aura saturated this piece of wheel-o-hell, simultaneously smashing apart this hell.

The wheel-o-hell approached shattering,

and even the mask in the hands of the fierce ghost slave showed numerous cobweb-like cracks, a sign the mask was about to shatter.

The fierce ghost slave was overwrought with grief.

This mask, being an item from ancient Buddhism, had been nurtured by him for over two millennia, during which he spent an enormous amount of effort, he understands this best.

This profound mask, will it shatter today amidst the fight with Zhou Xuan?

The fierce ghost slave couldn’t accept this.

With both hands holding the mask, his eyes were already vacant.

Beside him, the Golden Body Slave shouted: "Junior Brother, toss the mask away, once it breaks, the purple aura gathered by Zhou Xuan will kill you."

"Throw the mask."

The Bead Holder Slave also roared loudly.

But the fierce ghost slave was reluctant to throw it away.

"This fierce ghost mask handed down by the ancient Buddha, if it were destroyed, I’d perish alongside it."

The fierce ghost slave had already made up his mind.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xuan, upon seeing the purple aura shattering the "Wheel-O-Hell", suddenly withdrew force, gathering all the purple aura together,

compressing the purple aura of tens of thousands of miles to the utmost, first condensing into a mountaintop, the mountaintop then transforming into a hillock, the hillock further pressed down into a purple brick.