Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 963 - 385: Night Parade of Hundred Demons (Part 2)
Li Changxun’s right hand formed a sword gesture and touched the raging wind. Instantly, the wind condensed into a fine rope, and its force no longer leaked out.
The two Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters, one creating wind and the other controlling it, didn’t seem to be using any domineering methods. But the people standing atop the bell tower, even those with the least incense power like the seven incense burner Li Chengfeng, were all discerning people.
How could they not see Li Changxun’s exquisite control?
In the Incense Fire Divine Dao, gathering incense is akin to borrowing force from heaven, earth, and the human world. Using incense depends on one’s controlling power; the stronger the control, the more agile the incense techniques become.
"Li Shanzu’s skillful control over incense has reached this level?"
The painter immediately followed along, imitating the movements.
"It still requires a focused mind; only with single-mindedness can one connect with spirits and deities."
Li Changxun said coldly, but in truth, he was secretly delighted.
Among the twenty-four God-level deities, he had always been at the bottom, dubbed the "Divine Shame." Now, however, he showcased a skill that left many cultivation disciples beyond the eight incense sticks envious. This feeling... it had been so long.
Ever since he ascended to the Heavenly Dome and slew the previous "Mountain Ancestor," he hadn’t experienced this feeling of being the center of attention for a long time.
"If not to show sanctity in public, what’s the point of cultivation?"
Just as Li Changxun was secretly celebrating, Yun Ziliang’s words pulled him back to reality: "Damn you, pay attention when controlling the wind! What are you doing with the wind control? Mountain Ancestor? I spit on it!"
No kidding,
It was due to Li Changxun’s distraction that the paper figure being lifted by the wind began to sway slightly.
"Don’t rush me, this is a technical adjustment."
Li Changxun refocused his mind into the wind. The fine and strong wind was like an invisible guiding rope, controlling the paper figure to fly in the air.
"The gusts rise again."
The ten dragons hidden by Yun Ziliang had already detached from his Daoist robe, rotating around him. A more powerful wind infused into the thin threads.
He provided the wind, and Li Changxun controlled it. Under the operation of these two Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters, the paper figure first flew inconspicuously at low altitude.
It flew quite fast over a few kilometers until the paper figure entered the projection of the Soul Shepherd City.
Yun Ziliang raised the ten dragons single-handedly. On the bell tower, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The wind force reached its peak, and the wind controlled by Li Changxun was brought to its utmost finesse,
causing the low-flying paper figure to suddenly soar high, standing under the purple moon composed of the "Taoist Ancestor Mask, Divine Power."
This paper figure was made by the Turtle Mountain Taoist as a ghost messenger, dressed in dark robes and adorned with several small skulls made from leg bones. When the moonlit wind blew, the skulls chimed with a clinking sound.
The paper figure, having received the "filthy law" of the Turtle Mountain Taoist, spoke in human tongue and immediately screeched, "Mingjiang’s great master, my lord has no intention to harm the citizens of Mingjiang Prefecture. His heart is kind; why do you resort to such harsh means?"
Zhou Xuan was satisfied with the paper figure’s aura.
According to his imagined script, a big ghost messenger from Soul Shepherd City would come forward to negotiate a ceasefire with him.
Now, the paper figure ghost messenger, with the purple moon hanging high, walking in the sky, indeed had some of the presence and stance of a big ghost messenger. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Zhou Xuan pretended not to know and pointed at the ghost messenger, "Who are you?"
"Under the will of Soul Shepherd City—Ye Wuchang."
After the paper figure "introduced itself," it said to Zhou Xuan, "Great master, Soul Shepherd City has long held the tradition of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. Every year, we choose a place heavily shrouded in death at noon under the fierce sun, blocking sun and moon, to perform the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons and absorb the mortal world’s death energy..."
"Although this custom is somewhat eerie, it does no harm to celestial justice. I beg the great master to withdraw the temple. Once the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons concludes, we will close the Ghost Gate, and Mingjiang Prefecture and us will not disturb each other."
Once the paper figure spoke and began negotiating with Zhou Xuan, the citizens of Mingjiang Prefecture finally felt relieved, discussing it in the streets and alleys.
"Did you hear? Soul Shepherd City means us no harm; they just want to perform the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."
"After the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Soul Shepherd City will withdraw; this is a good thing."
"I think you’re just naive, believing whatever people say. If it weren’t for Soul Shepherd City not being able to withstand the great master’s City God Temple and Taoist Ancestor Mask, would they negotiate with us? Right and wrong, it all depends on whether the great master’s fists are truly strong."
"Now that you mention it... that’s the truth. It’s still the great master’s prowess. Although not an outright victory over Soul Shepherd City, he can at least fight them to a stalemate."
"Only when Soul Shepherd City was pained did they send their great ghost messenger to negotiate for a ceasefire with the great master."
The bustling discussions filled the streets and alleys, erasing the fear that had torn at their hearts moments ago like tidal waters receding.
...
"Fight, damn you! Soul Shepherd City, hailed as the world’s number one Netherworld City, come on, fight!"
Bi Fang gritted his teeth in hatred,
Clearly, Zhou Xuan and Soul Shepherd City were fighting to mutual destruction. If the battle continued, neither side would benefit. Yet, Soul Shepherd City actually admitted defeat.
"Don’t back down; just fight on."
Bi Fang felt so angered he wanted to descend into the mortal world to join Soul Shepherd City in attacking Zhou Xuan.
But he also knew his own limits. Though truly a Heavenly Dome Level God, even if he descended in peak form to fight a city alone, it might not be secure.
The Ancient Tree Golden Bell and the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree were still around.
Moreover, Zhou Xuan hadn’t used his trump card yet. The Ping Shui Prefecture’s Day and Night Wandering Gods were all watching intently. If he truly opened a Tree Gate and brought those Ping Shui You Shens over, then Bi Fang would be one god fighting two cities.
