Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 391 - 220 Prajnaparamita Buddha Country

Zhou Xuan’s battle instincts erupted. The Ginkgo Ancestor Tree etched into his skin seemed swept by a whirlwind—its leaves, branches, and shadows dancing in a chaotic blur. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The powerful beating of his heart, resonating alongside the swaying ginkgo leaves, surged fiercely in Zhou Xuan’s mind.

An unending torrent of heat gathered from the hundred-mile radius surrounding Peng Town, converged, and was devoted entirely to fueling the rhythm of his heart.

Zhou Xuan saw the Heavenly Dome burn crimson, the earth glow as if heated iron, and the scorching heavens and earth, after gifting immense energy to his heart, grew even hotter from its pounding cadence.

The colossal hand emerging from the ocean—the Great Heavenly King—it seemed to have realized the monstrous might radiating from the Jing Country Guardian,

and it sought retreat,

to withdraw back into its own realm, severing all ties with Jing Country.

But the Ginkgo Ancestor Tree, having descended through Zhou Xuan’s mortal form, would never allow the Great Heavenly King to escape so easily.

The heavens and earth continued intensifying in heat,

The Heavenly Dome and the land, driven by the pulsating heart, became the blazing prison that fenced in the Great Heavenly King’s ocean.

"Heaven and Earth Prison, Blazing Lock."

Zhou Xuan’s consciousness had been invaded—or perhaps momentarily fused—with the Nuo God.

The Nuo God’s war intent burned fiercely, igniting Zhou Xuan’s own rising battle fervor in turn.

His heart trembled violently, and a potent, uncontrollable urge brewed inside him—he yearned to channel every ounce of his strength into annihilating the Great Heavenly King’s colossal hand.

But he refrained from acting—either because the moment to strike had not yet arrived,

or because something held him back.

The Blood Well armor adorning his body, as soon as the Ginkgo Ancestor Tree had established the Heaven and Earth Prison, detached from Zhou Xuan’s form, dispersing into the air as a crimson torrent.

The blood transformed into a flood, a torrential rainstorm, drowning everything within Peng Town.

The flood of blood surged against the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, swiftly decaying it, the once majestic tree withering into aged ruin, its trunk riddled with innumerable holes.

The flood rushed over Peng Sheng, reducing him to a shriveled corpse.

Every Tree Clan Member was swept by the crimson tide, left as piles of white bones scattered in dull, bone-gray glimmers atop the floodwaters.

The Blood Well was destroying everything—the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, the Tree Clan Members, and even the Three-headed Stone Buddha and Peng Hou.

The heavens and earth appeared cleansed by this torrent of blood. The Heavenly God’s ritual, and Peng Town itself, seemed to have ceased to exist entirely.

All Zhou Xuan could see was an endless expanse of fiery imprisonment.

"Blood Well, what are you trying to do?"

Zhou Xuan did not understand why the Blood Well enacted such devastating destruction.

But soon,

he understood.

Peng Town had been obliterated, the Ancestor Tree ruined, yet—a new Peng Town was born.

Time itself was accelerating.

Zhou Xuan first saw Peng Town holding the Heavenly God’s ritual ceremony.

As time advanced, Zhou Xuan then witnessed Peng Sheng sailing back to Peng Town from Mingjiang.

Time shifted again, revealing Peng Sheng, alongside a younger Yun Ziliang, departing for Snow Plain Prefecture, heading westward in search of the Buddha Country.

Various scenes unfolded, as though flowing in proper chronological order, yet the factual sequence betrayed glaring distortions. Zhou Xuan knew—the flow of time had been warped.

He recalled the Painter once mentioning that time possessed four states—past, present, future, and chaos.

But as Zhou Xuan imprisoned the Suffering Scholar using the Blood Well, he came to understand a new state of time—stasis.

Amid the five states of time,

Zhou Xuan was currently engulfed in—time’s "chaos."

The Blood Well, having annihilated everything, forged a dimension of temporal disorder.

In a place without order, the very laws of time ceased to exist.

"Laws are born from comprehension and application of the rules governing the heavens and earth, but if a realm itself lacks rules, where then can the laws operate?"

Zhou Xuan understood in that moment,

the Blood Well had crafted a second prison for the Great Heavenly King—the Time Cage.

Heaven and earth, and the chaos of time—two consecutive locks sealed away every path of retreat for the Great Heavenly King.

"Perhaps the Blood Well’s creation of chaotic time holds other purpose..."

But whatever deeper intention might exist, Zhou Xuan had no time to dwell on it now.

With both prisons set, the next step was to shatter the Great Heavenly King.

Before the battle, the Nuo God had once spoken—one strike, to obliterate the Great Heavenly King.

Since he had been specially instructed "one strike," Zhou Xuan knew he had only one chance to act.

The Nuo God, the Ginkgo Ancestor Tree, and the Blood Well had not truly arrived in this realm—they were instead using Zhou Xuan as their vessel, a container for channeling the true Heavenly God’s Will in combat.

"Perhaps after my first strike, my body will shatter, rendering me incapable of a second attempt?"

Zhou Xuan heightened his war intent to its very peak, causing the Nuo God’s power to surge uncontrollably within him.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The collisions of energy within his body resonated so violently it resembled the pounding of colossal war drums.

Zhou Xuan felt an overwhelming tumult, as though whispers emanated from every crevice in the world.

The noise gnawed at him, sparking splitting headaches and searing agony.

The pain amplified his war intent even further,

And the relentless pounding transformed into the rhythm of battle drums, fueling a killing intent so blazing it rivaled the radiance of the sun.

"In this world, what burns brighter than the sun, and fiercer than the human heart, is my war intent in this moment."

Zhou Xuan’s fighting will underwent a rebirth,

He was no longer himself,

His very body grew as rapidly as his boundless war intent, the surrounding boulders seeming insignificant beneath his gaze.

The mighty rivers became nothing more than muddied lines scrawled upon the ground.

He lowered his gaze,

The once-lofty clouds now passed beneath his armpits,

Zhou Xuan had transformed into a colossal giant standing upon the earth, far exceeding the towering hand and body of the Great Heavenly King.

With no escape remaining, confronted by the Nuo God’s giant incarnation, the Great Heavenly King had only one option left—battle.

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