Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Shang Wenjun and Peng Sheng simultaneously heard Zhou Xuan's voice and asked, "Young Master, we have yet to find any trace of Star Covering or Zhao Qingxiao. Starting the altar also has no target—"

"The two ancient altars' target is not Star Covering or Zhao Qingxiao, but the Sad Song Altar inside Gangfeng Cave."

Zhou Xuan wants the two ancient Witch Temples to suppress the allied main hall of the Sixteen Yin Halls. Not to mention the Mo Ya Monk, even Shang Wenjun and Peng Sheng were stunned by it.

For the Witches, the altar is extremely important, serving as the central hub connecting the clans. Destroying this hub would force the mountain barbarians of the Sixteen Yin Halls to rebel, wouldn't it?

"Young Master, the Sad Song Altar cannot be destroyed," Shang Wenjun said.

"I am not asking you to destroy the Sad Song Altar. Instead, through the suppression by the Twin Witch Temples, we are doing a big favor for Liuyun Village of the Sixteen Yin Halls—allowing the evil god they worship to become a deity of legitimate origin."

Zhou Xuan said, "The evil god behind Liuyun Village is called the God of Nine Snakes. This evil god is actually the soul of nine snake women entangled with Xu Jingshan, the Great Saint of Literature, from 220 years ago. Now, with our twin temples' suppression, we will assist the Sad Song Altar in peeling away the nine snake women one by one, allowing Xu Jingshan to reappear in the human world."

Hearing this, Shang Wenjun was relieved, while Peng Sheng suddenly remembered and whispered to himself, "Brother Xuan is beginning to solve Yama's Trigram."

Peng Sheng often visited the East Market Street Jingyi Shop, naturally aware that after Zhou Xuan ascended with Dragon Seeking Incense, he encountered two sets of Yama's Trigram one after another.

Under normal circumstances, these two sets of Yama's Trigram are unsolvable.

The first trigram was asked by the "Seven Leaf Venerable" within Zhao Wuya's body, seeking help from the Ancient Buddha.

The second trigram was the lingering obsession left by Xu Jingshan many years ago—asking Zhou Xuan for help to find his soul and unravel the bindings.

Through Zhou Xuan's multiple verifications, Xu Jingshan is now identified as the evil god behind Liuyun Village—the God of Nine Snakes.

The Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master relies on divination to help others, gathering incense offerings as he understands the Tao within the mortal world.

Ordinary divination business, each deal done yields not much incense offering, but solving a Yama's Trigram, aside from other benefits, just the increase in incense offerings is exceedingly exaggerated.

Peng Sheng, guessing Zhou Xuan is about to solve the trigram, hung himself upside down on the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, merging his mind with the Ancestor Tree.

The Tree God trembled, shaking down all the peach blossoms, and conveyed the will of the Tattoo Ancestor to every Tree Clan Member scattered throughout Mingjiang Prefecture.

"The Great Ancestor, Xuan Ancestor has a decree, ordering clan members to activate the Tree Clan Totem Hall with tattoos."

The White Deer Priest called out from a high place,

All the Tattooed Clan members, their body-fed tattoos swiftly protruding from their skin, with thousands of clan members, there were thousands of Tattoo Evil Ghosts, grandly floating towards the Totem Hall on East Market Street.

Thousands of Evil Ghosts, carrying the sincere prayers and resolute belief of the Tattooed Clan, danced joyously within the Totem Hall, leaping and twirling, resembling the ancient Witch Clan forebears performing dances around the fire under the night sky.

This ancient altar of the Totem Hall, with prayers from the clan and the blessing of the double-headed snake's chess game, unexpectedly soared from South Mountain, flying towards Gangfeng Cave...

"Witch Sect disciples, obey the order. After falling asleep, connect the myriad Heartless Red Silk to the Witch God Temple."

Shang Wenjun also issued a command, instructing all the witches in Mingjiang Prefecture, regardless of their location, to either lean against the door or sit by the surrounding walls, appearing to "feign slumber."

Feigning slumber is the witches' way of cultivation. This seemingly lazy posture of "resting with eyes closed" is actually their means of sensing the aura of Heaven and Earth.

As more and more witches joined the feigned slumber, the Mingjiang Prefecture turned into the Prefecture City of "Red Silk," countless Heartless Red Silk crisscrossing every street and alley, like a dense net,

And the ends of tens of thousands of Red Silk ultimately pointed towards the "Witch God Temple," the Old Hall now shrouded by a layer of the tower, breaking out of its shell, releasing the glory of thousands of years ago.

"A dark bird descends from the heavens, bearing the wound of mandate..."

Within the solemnity was hidden the crazed prophecy of an ancient Great Priest, erupting from the Witch God Temple, and the Old Hall, like the Totem Hall, soared towards the Sad Song Altar.

These three divine palaces are not isolated; when the three altars converge, they attract each other, causing the Sad Song Altar to rise like a massive object from Gangfeng Cave.

The three divine halls thus became three ancient flying stars, moving in seemingly "chaotic routes" through the sky,

Complete lack of regularity became another kind of rhythm,

At least for the sixteen hidden evil gods of Mingjiang Prefecture at the time, the dance of the three halls' flying stars was like the candle flame in the night sky, while they were like moths to a flame, rendering everything else insignificant. Neither followers, nor boundless grand paths, nor even their own lives mattered anymore, becoming mere dust.

No one cares what the dust looks like, whether it is square or round, straight or crooked. Who would take notice?

The sixteen evil gods only focused on the movement of the flying stars, as if only in their movement could they find eternal life.

They emerged from their hiding places, like pilgrims, enduring long journeys, prostrating themselves every three steps, kowtowing a long head every five steps,

Stepping cautiously, yet fervently in their hearts,

Mingjiang Prefecture is large, yet pitifully small in front of those evil gods capable of flying and escaping. In no time, the sixteen evil gods gathered at the foot of the three halls' flying stars, sitting on lotus seats, gazing upwards to witness the most beautiful radiance in their hearts.