Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 865 - 358: Dragon Seeking Spirit, Passed Down Through Generations

Zhou Xuan heard "Mountain Ancestor" speak and immediately frowned, asking, "Mountain Ancestor, what did you mean by your words just now? What do you mean—I am a deployed Earth Abyss Spirit?"

In these words, it seemed to imply that Zhou Xuan and the Earth Abyss had an intricate connection. As the main person, he naturally cared about the underlying meaning beyond the surface.

Just as Mountain Ancestor was about to speak, the roots of the ginkgo tree were being pulled out of the ground, one by one, constantly whipping toward "Mountain Ancestor."

"Snap, snap!"

Those tree whips, like a storm, lashed at "Mountain Ancestor," much like the knives dancing as if chopping meat, flying up and down, leaving afterimages.

Mountain Ancestor almost fainted, overwhelmed by pain, grasped a brief moment to speak: "The thing in the Earth Abyss fears I might spill secrets, save me... save me... use every means to destroy that brain."

His right index finger pointed to the large, hanging brain in the cave.

The brain seemed somewhat afraid, its pulsating frequency madly increased, squeezing out some green pus-like liquid, dripping towards the Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree.

The Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree immediately seemed to acquire higher cognition, recognizing "where it hurts, treat there," and since Mountain Ancestor’s finger pointed at the hanging brain, it refused to let him point.

"Whoosh!"

"Snap!"

A root struck Mountain Ancestor’s index finger with great force — a power-filled strike that exploded the index finger,

leaving a mass of flesh at Mountain Ancestor’s finger spot.

"Damn it, grow."

Mountain Ancestor borrowed a whiff of wind from the cave and blew on the rotten finger; the wind howled, and from the rotten flesh grew a thin, short finger, like a newborn sprout.

"Brother Zhou Xuan, don’t stand idle, find a way to crush that brain, that brain is very sinister, known as the Ancient Brain."

Mountain Ancestor urged repeatedly, evidently unable to hold on any longer.

The sharp roots, like mighty iron whips, not only blasted his finger but were hacking at Mountain Ancestor’s head with each lash.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

"Aiyo, it’s making my head ache, is this a blunt knife cutting meat?"

Mountain Ancestor’s head wasn’t chopped off at once; a single lash only cut a third into the back of his neck, and after three continuous slashes, it finally hacked his neck crisscross, and the head fell to the ground, rolling with the wind.

After rolling several times, Mountain Ancestor’s head cursed at the Ginkgo Ancestor Tree: "Next time, can you chop my head a bit cleaner! To hell with you."

After shouting, Mountain Ancestor’s head closed its eyes once it vented its anger.

But from somewhere within Mountain Ancestor’s body, a voice shouted: "Grow."

From the severed neck, a small shrunken head grew.

"Head regrowth?"

Zhou Xuan was holding his breath, thinking of a way to deal with the so-called "Ancient Brain," but Mountain Ancestor, this former Heavenly Dome Level God, was repeatedly regrowing fingers and heads, leaving Zhou Xuan dumbfounded.

"You’re a Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master, not a Bone Elder, how do you know the Blood and Flesh Regeneration Technique?"

"What Blood and Flesh Regeneration? This is our Dragon Seeking Taoist Sect’s Five Divine Skills — Destiny Communication."

Mountain Ancestor finished speaking and kicked off his shoes, revealing his right foot with a missing big toe.

"Destiny Communication allows severing parts of the body to resist death and injury. My big toenail fell off, turning to pus and blood to restore my index finger, and the entire toe turned to blood to replenish my head... hurry up, I don’t have much more on me to resist death, unlike the Bone Elder Association’s freaks, who can regenerate infinitely."

Mountain Ancestor, repeatedly having his fingers cut off and head chopped by the ginkgo tree, knew if he didn’t grind that Ancient Brain to pulp, he wouldn’t even become a ghostly being — he’d perish here, becoming a true ghost...

"Bone Teeth, go."

Zhou Xuan finally stood up, protected by the Gorge True Scripture safeguarding his mind, naturally unafraid of the Ancient Brain’s Deception Technique.

Additionally, he had Shifting Form, Divine Soul Day Trip, and other Speeding Techniques. Even though the ginkgo tree’s roots were numerous and infinitely extendable, chopping Zhou Xuan was no less than a daydream.

Not to mention Zhou Xuan also had the instant shift Magic Artifact—Divine Armor, allowing him to constantly teleport and dodge in tight spaces. These spells and Magic Treasures were significantly restraining against the Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree.

As long as Zhou Xuan wasn’t confused by the Deception Technique, he was in an invincible position.

Invincibility was already inevitable, but what Zhou Xuan aimed for now was swift victory—

The situation was evident; Mountain Ancestor, having served as a ghostly being for the Ancient Brain for years, knew many secrets of the Earth Abyss. Now, Zhou Xuan was no longer troubled by the Deception Technique, and therefore, the Ancient Brain realized it couldn’t handle Zhou Xuan today, fearing even being annihilated by him—

—So the Ancient Brain wished to "minimize losses," at least by killing Mountain Ancestor before its demise to prevent further secrets from spreading.

This was the Ancient Brain’s mindset,

Zhou Xuan naturally had to prevent it. He took off the storyteller’s mask and donned the tattooed Peng Hou Mask, wielding the Bone Teeth, intending to pierce countless holes into the massive Ancient Brain with this mighty tooth.

"Whoosh!"

The Bone Teeth, like a flash of white light, traced a graceful arc in the air, streaking towards the Ancient Brain.