Wandering Gods of Day and Night

The branches and flowers of the Ancient Tree Slave bloomed one by one, the floral fragrance began to drift around,

and that garment of Five-Colored Rainbow Clothes seemed to come to life, voluntarily detaching from the Kasaya Slave, swimming around him like a colorful fish.

Sacred texts, prayer beads, ancient tree branches, kasayas, all began to move, while the rotten flesh of the Golden Body Slave miraculously transformed into something extraordinary,

the sense of decay rapidly faded away,

his skin became smooth and supple, the festering sores disappeared one by one, and a mysterious fragrance began to emanate from his body,

while his brows and features now bore the dignified air of the Great Buddha,

The Green Robed Buddha, being the Sky Dome Buddha, immediately saw the truth and shouted at Zhou Xuan, "Master, these Five Slaves are about to unite, four slaves will support the golden body, and the Golden Body Slave will transform into the Ancient Buddha’s mirror image."

Under the support of the four slaves, the Golden Body Slave indeed increasingly manifested the aura of the Ancient Buddha,

Zhou Xuan asked, "Old Buddha, what level of abilities does the Ancient Buddha’s mirror image possess?"

"It’s hard to say exactly, but we have already perceived... perceived... the aura of a Heavenly God level."

The Green Robed Buddha’s speech was repeatedly interrupted by the overpowering aura of the Golden Body Buddha from the Buddhist sect, yet he struggled to finish his earlier remarks.

The Eternal Life Sect Leader also felt that tremendous aura, a presence that is uniquely of the Heavenly God level--

--each time the Buddhist chant flowed, he had to use a drum sound to resist, otherwise his blood would surge, the chaotic incense fire energy would pound painfully against his Secret Realm.

Yun Ziliang also summoned the Returning Ruins Ancestor Dragon to counteract this aura,

but Zhao Wuya, Ya Zi, although at a lower incense fire level, and lacking the multiple divine skills of Zhou Xuan, displayed no discomfort from the pressure of this burst of Buddhist chant.

"Ya Zi, you’re really Tianpeng Bird reincarnated, such a powerful Buddhist sound, yet you act like you’re listening to a performance, nodding and swaying."

Even at this critical moment, Yun Ziliang did not forget to tease his good disciple and grandchild.

The Tiancan Monk waved the broken robe and said to Zhou Xuan, "Master, the Heavenly God level is powerful, we need to unite and launch an attack, perhaps there’s a slim chance of victory... otherwise..."

Though he spoke threateningly, Zhou Xuan had already detected a profound lack of confidence in his words.

In Jing Country, the gap between God-level and Heavenly God level is extremely deep and rigid,

an incense fire Taoist is at the Heavenly God level, able to effortlessly slay a God-level being,

Now, these Five Great Buddhist Slaves have united, collectively spawning the Ancient Buddha’s mirror image, a single mirror image, can reach the Heavenly God level.

"This is becoming quite tricky."

Zhou Xuan said aloud.

The Heavenly God level is excessively powerful, already beyond the capacity of God-level or nine sticks of incense to counteract.

"Looks like I need to use my trump card."

Zhou Xuan, a man experienced in countless battles, furrowed his brows, displaying no trace of fear.

Yun Ziliang asked from afar, "Xuanzi, what trump card do you have?"

"Of course, it’s... calling for reinforcements."

Zhou Xuan squinted his eyes.

The reason he dared to bring together the Six Great Families and Buddhist Slaves into Ping Shui Prefecture was because he had friends at the Heavenly God level.

Butcher, Old Incense.

Zhou Xuan had already devised a plan in mind; he summoned the No-Question Mountain Blade Spirit within the Secret Realm, transforming the Blade Spirit into an eagle, to seek the Butcher’s help,

while simultaneously employing the Divine Soul Day Traveling Technique to summon the incense fire Taoist.

With the combined forces of Old Incense and the Butcher, couldn’t they break this Ancient Buddha mirror image?

As the desire stirred within him and he prepared to call for reinforcements, Zhou Lingyi’s voice came to his ears--

--Brother, don’t be anxious, we are still here.

"We?" Zhou Xuan asked instinctively.

"The play masters of Zhou Family’s Troupe are all here. They can unite as the Ancient Buddha mirror image, but our Zhou Family’s Troupe can invite the Nuo God to possess during this drama."

"Today, in Ping Shui Prefecture, brother, you are the Nuo God, the unparalleled war god controlling the fate of souls across the Nine Mansions."

Zhou Lingyi’s words ended, she danced even more frenetically,

while within Zhou Family’s Troupe’s Jingyi Hall, those play masters were all hands waving and feet dancing, pushing this Nuoxi performance to its ultimate peak,

Yu Zhengyuan set mugwort ablaze, and after inhaling a large amount of mugwort smoke, his eyes turned sharply cold, and his command flag waved once again...