Wandering Gods of Day and Night

All the flesh and blood rapidly decayed,

decaying into a brown slurry, which under the invocation of scripture and the altar's blessing, began to coalesce,

coalescing into hands, feet, a body, forming a hollow giant several meters tall.

"Divine qi gathers, everlasting life."

Zhou Xuan roared viciously,

and the giant, following this roar, opened its eyes.

The eyes were hollow, yet appeared profoundly deep; as Shang Wenjun glanced at them, she immediately felt uneasy, seeing all her past memories reflected there,

and many scenes from the future continually emerged within the eyes.

The eye seemed to become an "eye that knows the past and predicts the future." Unwittingly, Shang Wenjun's mind was completely entranced by the eye, stepping towards the giant.

"Master Shang, bow your head, close your eyes; do not see, do not hear, do not smell."

The Music Master plucked the bone zither, calling back Shang Wenjun, whose mind was entranced.

Shang Wenjun came to her senses, only to find the Music Master and Painter had already bowed and closed their eyes.

Following suit, she bowed her head and did not look, but her mind was troubled as she communicated with the Music Master and Painter through transmitted sound technique.

"Old Hua, Lao Le, Young Master's scripture is an Evil Spell, the Witch God Temple's altar will execute anyone they see with an Evil Spell."

"The spell is an Evil Spell, but the Old Hall doesn't dare to act against him."

"Why?" Shang Wenjun asked the Music Master.

The Music Master said, "The spell itself is very evil, but the giant formed is the unallocated truth of Jing Country's will."

Upon hearing "unallocated truth," Shang Wenjun was stunned for half a minute, then whispered, "Are you sure?"

"I have divine status augmented, able to sense many things you cannot perceive. The nearby giant is indeed the unallocated truth."

"I sensed chaotic time-space around that giant."

The Painter also said, "Young Master, what a grand gesture."

Since it's the "unallocated truth of will," even the formidable status of the Witch God Temple can only play a supporting role to this bizarre and bloody giant summoning.

Zhou Xuan's frenzied chanting seemed to transform into an ancient song of Jing Country's ancestors, amidst the madness, gaining a peculiar melody, like a dirge during soul-calling.

The decaying death row fluid exhausted the last of spirit and qi, then the giant slowly closed its eyes, its form becoming ethereal and void.

Zhou Xuan's figure finally landed on the ground.

The "Safire Giant Scripture," along with the Witch God Temple, summoned the giant's soul from the ancient era.

The giant's features were blurred, its body radiant,

the ritual was over, yet Zhou Xuan still displayed the indifference of a Priest, his eyes devoid of much human emotion, coldly looking at Shang Wenjun, saying, "Incorporate Daluo Tian into the giant's body."

Shang Wenjun's Witch Master aura had completely faded, and for unknown reasons, she only felt Zhou Xuan's gestures held immense pressure, forcing her to comply with his instructions.

"Come here."

Shang Wenjun unfurled the Heartless Red Silk, ensnaring the Cow Bone Child, throwing Daluo Tian into the "giant,"

"Zhou Xuan, what trick are you up to again?" Daluo Tian cursed.

"This giant, named 'Chaos,' its body is a self-contained world, implicitly containing another layer of time-space."

Zhou Xuan coldly said, "A moment in reality equates to a millennium in that layer of time-space. Daluo Tian, I wish to see... your will, so resolute, withstand how many years of torment."

At these words, he approached the giant and suddenly leaped in.

Once he passed through the giant's shell, his form vanished without a trace.

He became part of the giant's internal time-space.

Inside the giant, countless vultures flew, the fierce sun overhead, yellow sands all around.

Daluo Tian in this small world immediately suffered the fierce sun's scorching, vultures spread giant wings, flying towards Daluo Tian, pinned him beneath their claws, and began pecking at his internal organs...

...Flocks of vultures, like locusts in a drought, pecked his organs clean.

Once the vultures dispersed, sunlight scorched Daluo Tian's exposed thoracic and abdominal cavities.

"This punishment can sway my will?" Daluo Tian, with open chest and abdomen, was dismissive.

"This is merely a day."

Zhou Xuan sneered.

In this giant world, the sun gradually set, the vultures landed on the ground, vigilantly watching the surroundings, but none would peck at Daluo Tian's remains.

After a night, the sun rose again, vultures still soared, as Daluo Tian's body became whole once more.

He touched his stomach and chest, elastic, with the heart pumping, intestines writhing.

And those vultures flew towards him once more, like the previous day, pecking.

"Eternal Hell?"

Only then did Daluo Tian realize Zhou Xuan's dread.

Zhou Xuan, using the Secret Technique, summoned the chaos giant's soul, crafting a prolonged time-space world to enact his punishment—endlessly, without pause, the vultures' gut-pecking punishment would unfold day by day.

How long would this pecking punishment last?

"A moment in reality equates to a millennium in this world, with five minutes passing in reality, this world would see tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years,

time is extremely long, a day's fleeting time is merely a grain in the sea of sands in this world,

Daluo Tian, you should enjoy it well."

Zhou Xuan, merging with this heaven and earth, his voice resonated across the sky and ground.