Wandering Gods of Day and Night

These little souls were the Divine Souls of those Nuoxi Grass Gods,

at this moment, Zhou Xuan’s Dharma Image was constructed from these Divine Souls; if all these Divine Souls left his body, his Dharma Image would naturally collapse.

Fortunately, these Divine Souls were only briefly drawn out; after they came to their senses, they burrowed back into Zhou Xuan’s body again, sustaining the gigantic Nuo God statue...

...

The Ancient Buddha Mirror Image’s Supreme Secret Technique—Palm Buddha Country—had already succeeded; seeing Zhou Xuan bound and whipped by the sutra sound, he felt a sharp sense that the great situation had returned to his grasp.

He could not help but laugh heartily: "The Zhou Family’s Nu—when the Nuo God was at his very peak, he was no more than Heavenly God Level, while our World Honored One is a figure who can contend with the Tao Ancestor for the title of Jing Country’s number one Heavenly Venerate,

with the Ancient Buddha descending to the world, how could a mere little Heavenly God Level like you stir up any surging waves."

Complacent as he was, when it came to the Divine Skill he was about to condense next, he did not dare slack in the slightest,

facing a Zhou Family Nu like Zhou Xuan, until he was completely beheaded, there was not a single moment in which one could relax,

the Ancient Buddha Mirror Image pressed both hands together before his chest, Ten Fingers blooming open like petals of a lotus,

this was the Ancient Buddha’s Supreme Secret Technique—one of the Five Seals, the "Lotus Hand Seal".

...

"The situation looks bad."

Zhao Wuya was sweating bullets for Zhou Xuan; he kept shouting, "These Buddhist Sounds—Brother Xuan can’t escape them, he can’t withstand them."

"Do not panic; Xuanzi’s life is as hard as iron."

Yuan Buyu rebuked Zhao Wuya, his expression steady, playing the part of the master who placed absolute trust in Zhou Xuan,

but... in truth, Yuan Buyu was already panicking inside,

not only he; everyone else’s hearts were also in turmoil,

at this moment, as long as one had an eye, it was obvious—the absolute upper hand lay with the Ancient Buddha; Zhou Xuan was at a complete disadvantage,

Palm Buddha Country was but one of the Ancient Buddha’s Five Seals; upon merely displaying its divine might, Zhou Xuan already had almost no power to parry.

"More formidable than this Palm Buddha Country, the Ancient Buddha has at least four other Divine Skills—how is Master supposed to withstand them?"

The Green Robed Buddha was inwardly crying bitterly without cease.

He was a man of the Buddhist Sect, and naturally knew the Buddhist Sect’s secret lore.

The Ancient Buddha possessed five great Hand Seals, and among them, the "Demon Suppression Seal" that actuated the Palm Buddha Country was merely the first seal he comprehended when he attained Buddhahood.

The other four seals beyond the Five Seals were realizations the Ancient Buddha gained over the long ages after becoming a Buddha; the might of each seal surpassed that of the Demon Suppression Seal.

The usually rather steady Eternal Life Sect Leader was at this time also anxious and irritable; he asked the others, "I fear Master will not be able to endure this time; otherwise, why don’t we all rush in together, each displaying our Divine Skills, and stand with Master to jointly resist the Ancient Buddha Mirror Image?"

"If we go in, will it even matter?"

Tiancan Monk’s words were like a basin of cold water poured over them; he said, "Master Zhou, having received the Nuoxi’s blessing, now possesses Heavenly God Level battle strength,

and that Ancient Buddha Mirror Image is the same,

a clash of two gods is like setting a Heavenly Fire ablaze; under such a conflagration, anyone who enters will be burned into a pile of dry charcoal."

"Our strength may be weak, but going in is still better than not going in at all."

The Green Robed Buddha’s resolve was the firmest—he had already taken himself as Zhou Xuan’s follower.

If Zhou Xuan was that flame of a lamp, then he was the moth rushing into the fire; as the lamp flame was about to be extinguished, this moth would share life and death with that flame.

"Nonsense."

The only one among the crowd who had not lost his composure, Yun Ziliang, rebuked the Green Robed Buddha, saying, "The battle between two gods is also the contest of grand momentum between the Nuo God and the Ancient Buddha,

if we enter the field, even if we manage to save Xuanzi, the Nuo God will lose this bout of great momentum; on the small scale, Xuanzi’s future cultivation path will suffer a crippling blow; on the larger scale, Ping Shui Prefecture’s War Intent will be damaged, the Nuo God’s War Intent will be damaged,

with the Buddha Country in chaos, without the Nuo God as the central pillar, how could we ever pacify the Buddha Country?"

Yun Ziliang’s considerations went exceedingly far,

the Green Robed Buddha also calmed down a little and asked, "Then Mr. Yun, if we don’t go save Master, are we to just watch with open eyes as Master dies at the hands of the Ancient Buddha Mirror Image?"

Yun Ziliang shook his head and said, "Let’s keep watching for now; I keep feeling that this Nuo God’s Shadow of Xuanzi’s has yet to display its subtleties. You must have faith in Xuanzi."

"Faith" was the most extravagant thing in everyone’s hearts—Divine Skills of the Ancient Buddha Mirror Image were so arcane; how were they to give rise to any faith.

Li Changxun called Yun Ziliang to one side and asked, "Master Ancestor, do you really think Mr. has a chance for a counterattack from this desperate situation?"

"There is, in the end, some chance of a counterattack." Yun Ziliang said, wavering.

"How great a chance..." Li Changxun pressed.

Yun Ziliang shook his head, indicating that the situation was not very optimistic, but at the same time he whispered, "Chang Xun, don’t panic either; when the sky falls, there will be a tall one to hold it up."

"What do you mean?" Li Changxun asked.

Yun Ziliang looked around; seeing the others all discussing "strategies to save Xuan" and no one eavesdropping on him, only then did he speak cryptically,

"Chang Xun, when has Xuanzi ever fought a battle he wasn’t sure of? Earlier, once Xuanzi had confirmed he’d slaughtered the Heavenly God Level at Hidden Dragon Mountain, he came to Lotus Mountain; given his temperament, how could he not have thrown out the golden sign that summons the Witch God?"

Yun Ziliang had not seen Zhou Xuan throw out that golden sign, nor had he heard the soft whispered conversation between Zhou Xuan and the Witch God,

Zhou Xuan had also never told Yun Ziliang—the Witch God had already arrived.

But Yun Ziliang and Zhou Xuan saw each other day and night; how could he not know Zhou Xuan’s character and disposition.

Hearing this, Li Changxun also felt that Lao Yun had a point, and added, "If the Witch God is here but has not shown himself, most likely it’s to guard Lotus Mountain, to prevent that Heavenly God Level from Hidden Dragon Mountain he slaughtered from escaping,