Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 867 - 358: Dragon Seeking Spirit, A Lineage Continued (Part 3)
The Ancient King Dragon excels in controlling minds; Zhou Xuanzhi’s blood corrupts the spirit. The dual mental attack was the enemy strategy Zhou Xuan came up with in a flash.
The brain of the Predecessors is a shapeless form of light and shadow,
while the Big Dragon itself is also formless and intangible,
only void can restrain void.
The forms of the nine dragons turned into light and shadow, emitting a blood glow, directly probing into the Predecessors’ brain.
The massive glowing brain seemed like a giant colorful lamp bulb, and within the bulb, there appeared nine dragon forms.
The dragon shapes swam through the Predecessors’ brain, and an emperor’s authoritative voice, pressing and oppressive, reverberated within.
"All under Heaven can be law."
"All under Heaven can be technique."
"Authority is supreme, the kingdom eternally stable."
Voices of many emperors, from majesty, from power, all in suppressing the spirit of the Predecessors’ brain.
The previously strong pulse of the Predecessors’ brain began rapidly decreasing in frequency; its control over the Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree was also rapidly declining.
The most noticeable point was the frequency of the Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree striking the "Mountain Ancestor," which dropped from "leaving residual shadows" to "occasionally whipping."
Mountain Ancestor caught his breath, praising Zhou Xuan: "Brother Xuan, you’re indeed the Child of the Earth Abyss—strong enough, smart enough."
"How did I become the Child of the Earth Abyss again?"
Zhou Xuan, not long ago, heard Mountain Ancestor call him "Earth Abyss Spirit," now transforming into "Child of the Earth Abyss," this change in title strengthened his connection with the Earth Abyss evermore.
"This matter is a long story—finish dealing with the Predecessors’ brain first."
"It doesn’t need dealing with anymore."
Zhou Xuan said coldly.
It’s not that his confidence is overly inflated, but rather the nine Ancient King Dragons wrapped with Zhou Xuanzhi’s blood within the Predecessors’ brain started to take effect.
Inside the brain, as large as a small building, echoes Zhou Xuan’s insane rant during a seizure—
—Heaven and Earth awash with blood, slaughter blossoms here; within Heaven and Earth, anyone with sentient thoughts can be killed; kill, kill, kill...
An uncontrollable heart for slaughter, dazzlingly released within the Predecessors’ brain like fireworks.
The intense intent to kill became the main motif within the brain.
This killing intent not only targets humans, living beings, but also includes... killing oneself.
"Kill, kill, kill."
The Predecessors’ brain transformed from a purple glow earlier into a bewitching blood glow, the suffocating killing intent thoroughly polluted its spirit.
This brain, with extreme speed, expanded, contracted, expanded again, contracted again—a strange wailing sound was generated in its cyclic pumping,
This wailing sound became the baton directing the Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree, commanding that tree to sharpen all the roots pulled from the ground, aiming at the "Predecessors’ brain"...
...The roots swung, stabbed, the Predecessors’ brain was pierced with one after another blood hole by the sharp roots.
"Puff, puff, puff"
The dull sound produced by sharp things rapidly piercing flesh, one after another,
And with every extract of the root, plenty of purple sap, gushed on the ground.
The sap morphed into one by one palm-sized, finger-thin glowing bugs, wriggling messily on the ground, even trying to crawl toward Zhou Xuan, but couldn’t move a foot before suddenly expanding exposed to the air, bursting their bodies to death.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The madness of the Predecessors’ brain did not cease; however, the wailing sound gradually weakened, lost all vitality—
—He was also a living entity, bound by life and death; just the way he met his end was peculiar, uncanny indeed.
"Damn it, I’ve been imprisoned for decades, finally seeing daylight again... damn it."
Mountain Ancestor, excitedly pounding the ground with fists, raised a dust cloud that choked him: "Cough, cough, cough..."
...
"Disciples, in that dream, I dreamt of three hundred years later, cars running on the street, two seats, two sofas, four wheels, roaming everywhere, you’ve never sat before, once you sit, you’ll know, comfortable."
"God of Suffering, your servant, Painter, traveled ten thousand miles, came to pay homage."
The Predecessors’ brain had already died, while Yun Ziliang, Painter, were still in the midst of that "deception," deceived to a spin.
Lao Yun mistook it for a "dream crossed three hundred years later."
Painter believed he was going to pay homage to "God of Suffering."
Both individuals couldn’t extricate themselves, Zhou Xuan was quite troubled, sitting beside "Mountain Ancestor," leaning against the motionless Silver Ginkgo Blood Tree, lighting an "afterwards cigarette."
Not only Zhou Xuan smoked afterwards, Mountain Ancestor also puffed on a roll, said to Zhou Xuan: "These two are still out of their minds, need to be smoked awake."
"If they haven’t awakened by the time I finish this cigarette, I really have to smoke them awake."
Zhou Xuan for a moment recalled "Butcher smokes Fan Jin awake" in "Fan Jin passes the examination"—damned creature, what did you achieve!
"Must I follow suit?"
Zhou Xuan looked at the cigarette between his fingers,
The cigarette burnt down to only a third, Zhou Xuan saw Yun Ziliang, Painter still not fine, flailing limbs about, sighed, shoved the butt into the ground forcefully, then stood up, walked over to Lao Yun, Painter.
"God of Suffering, servant Painter comes to pay homage."
"That’s a car, sat in it, vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom you useless creature, animal!"
Zhou Xuan first cursed loudly, swung his palm, slapped Yun Ziliang spinning two circles on the spot, finally sitting on the ground, regained consciousness.
