Wandering Gods of Day and Night

In front of Li Yuan Building, under the Divine Department, a solemn and murderous aura condensed.

Thousands of disciples from Bone Elder and Witch Sect, flesh and blood, souls, attached to the golden bell.

The roots of the Ancestor Tree had completely penetrated every disciple, tightly connecting to the bell sound.

The Chaos Bell, recorded in ancient books passed down through generations, when it is formed, will ring with nine mournful bell sounds consecutively,

When the bell sound stops, this massive killing instrument formed by the union of thousands of cultivators will be activated, suppressing all invaders.

It is both a mournful bell and a death knell for the invading strong enemies.

Dong!

The mournful and deep bell sound had already rang, several disciples' flesh, blood, and souls had dissipated, transformed into masses of black death energy, the death energy condensing and gathering, ready to perform a second ringing of the bell.

The cloud of death hung over the heart of every disciple,

The Music Master looked at the setting sun in the west, the afterglow displaying an orange color, amidst the dim hue, it contained new hope.

The layers of fiery clouds, like scales, flew by like a river next to the setting sun, the Mingjiang Snow Mountain under the afterglow was pure, this composition was the Music Master's unparalleled beauty of the world.

"Being alive, after all, is better."

The Music Master sighed, couldn't help but hum the lyrics softly—courage remains, in these evening reflections.

This scene and emotion, all captured exquisitely by the song.

"It's time to set off."

The Music Master waited for the second mournful bell to ring, but that bell sound was long overdue.

"Huh? Nine mournful bells, why did it only ring once?"

The Music Master was very puzzled and looked around, but upon looking, he saw that the beautiful sunset composition had changed.

The setting sun's afterglow, fiery clouds, Mingjiang Snow Mountain, were all the same as before,

But on the peak of the snow mountain, stood a young man wearing a Daoist robe.

This young man's waist was hung with three Nuo opera masks—the storyteller "Bi Fang", tattooed alien ghost "Peng Hou", and an old man of some unknown divinity.

The Music Master's eyesight was not exceptional, those naked eyes couldn't see the specific details thousands of miles away, yet the young man's attire and outfit were so clear in his eyes.

Likewise, the others attached to the golden bell also saw clearly, shouting one after another—"That's the Young Master!"

"It can't be wrong, with Nuo opera masks hanging at the waist, who else but the Young Master?"

"It's the little brother."

Zhou Lingyi also looked towards the direction of the snow mountain, her expression inevitably moved.

Yuan Buyu, who had his head down smoking somberly, heard the discussion, hurriedly turned to look, just glanced once, and immediately was overjoyed: "It's my disciple, with a grand young Nuo God's presence, indescribably noble."

Cling, clang, clang!

The crisp sound of collision arose from Zhou Xuan's waist, the strong mountain wind blew the vaanian faces at his waist, swaying them disorderly, clashing together, producing the sound of collision.

"Young Master, engaged himself into the tableau! This grandeur, so organically fitting."

The Painter looked towards the snow mountain.

Yuan Buyu then asked Zhou Lingyi: "Master Zhou, I remember the masks on my disciple's waist, only your Zhou Family people could see them, how come this time, his masks are visible to all of us?"

Zhou Lingyi said: "This is the battle stance of the Nuo God, the Nuo God's war intent is unparalleled, once the war intent is pushed to the extreme, the masks hanging at the waist can manifest, and when the war intent fades, the masks will hide,

my brother's masks can manifest, which means—he has truly entered the avenue of the Nuo God, from now on, saying he is the young Nuo God, is not a praise, but a statement of fact."

Her tone carried both pride for her brother and the innate reverence of the Zhou Family people for the Nuo God.

Yuan Buyu asked again: "Who is that old man mask, among the gods of the Heavenly Dome, doesn't seem to be anyone."

"It's the Tao Ancestor, The Infinite Venerable of Taiqing Morality.

Hung upside down on the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, Peng Sheng spoke first.

"Is this true?"

The Painter was very taken aback, asking.

"Can it be false? In Peng Town, there is a tattoo mural passed down from generation to generation, in the painting, it depicts that Tao Ancestor riding a bull."

As the words came here, Shang Wenjun suddenly realized, saying: "Got it, the Valley True Inheritance's two scripture boxes, thinking back, that once like a sight to behold Valley True Inheritance, is what the Tao Ancestor created.

King Xishan has said, the Valley True Inheritance, requires Dun Jia and Dragon Seeking two incenses to be refined to the top, to comprehend the Valley True Inheritance—now to see, the Young Master having the Tao Ancestor's mask, obviously comprehended the Valley True Inheritance."

"Infinite Venerable."

The Tao Ancestor's mask hanging, the souls attached on the golden bell, simultaneously proclaimed the title.

And at this moment, Peng Sheng then said: "The Young Master engaged himself into the tableau, the harmony of the Ancestor Tree and the golden bell, automatically untied."

The Painter, Music Master also discovered—that the root fibers, tendrils of the Ancestor Tree, withdrew from their bodies, the shadow of death was also dissipating,

"The Ancestor Tree and the golden bell canceling their harmony, does it mean—they believe the Young Master's engagement into the tableau, could overcome the Star Covering, Zhao Qingxiao?"

The Painter, Peng Sheng, Music Master, looked at each other…

...

East Market Street, the Fox King carried by a Fox Slave, with three foxes as vanguard, tens of thousands of Snow Mountain Fox Clan like rolling snow, thronging this Fox King who was nearing the end of his oil lamp life, surged onto the street.

The Fox King's horizontal bone was broken, knowing his end was near.

"Third Brother, you are...."

Sister Cui, Yun Ziliang, Mu Hua, Little Fuzi, Lv Mingkun and others, were clearing the ruins on the street, helping the neighbors collect the corpses,

The continuous arrival of foxes made the neighbors still somewhat afraid, all retreated a little,

Sister Cui advanced a few steps to greet King Xishan.

"Yun Cui, you possess the Earth Law, the Four Realms Law, which is marvelous, if you can inherit the Divine Bone, henceforth you are the ruler of the Snow Mountain Fox Clan, the fate of the Fox Clan, rests entirely on you."