Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 188 - 158 Star Covering Charm_2

Chapter 188: Chapter 158 Star Covering Charm_2

"When you chant the scripture, all of you must be synchronized. I recite one line, and you will immediately follow with the next."

As Jing Deng chanted, an unexpected second voice emerged from within her, reminding everyone to maintain perfect rhythm in their recitation.

Zhou Xuan wanted to figure out what Jing Deng was up to. He followed along with the chanting while staying ready to sever his connection to the assembly at any moment.

As the scripture was chanted with closed eyes, Zhou Xuan suddenly found his mind immersed in a vast night sky.

In the night sky, there were a handful of stars. Each star shone faintly at first, but as the assembly chanted the scripture in synchrony, one particular star grew increasingly radiant.

At its brightest, the light of this star overwhelmed the others nearby, as if that vast expanse only contained this solitary star, shining all on its own.

"I see the star, an extraordinarily bright star."

"Shut up, I see it too."

"Focus on chanting! The main event is about to begin." A seasoned member admonished the overly curious newer participants.

Zhou Xuan silently observed the star. Amid the chanting, he also heard the sharp cracking sounds of bones breaking emanating from the assembly.

At the moment the star reached its peak brilliance, it suddenly flew through the night sky and landed upon a building.

That building was none other than the True Destiny Church where Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun had tormented the "Life God" just hours earlier.

"Through your chanting, you will witness bloody scenes. Do not be afraid; they represent the filth within your hearts. Face it directly! Gaze at the room until you can clearly see the figures inside."

"Inside the room are two people. Focus, concentrate all your attention to see them."

Jing Deng’s two voices continued—one leading the chanting, the other giving the participants "instructions."

Zhou Xuan was outraged. Were he not personally involved, he might have genuinely believed Jing Deng’s scripture was guiding everyone to enter some new dimension.

But he was the key figure at the True Destiny Church.

"Damn it! She claims it’s scripture recitation, but it’s Jing Deng exploiting the Blood Well Spirit Communicators’ extraordinary perception to get her job done!"

From the scenes Zhou Xuan observed, Jing Deng was using that bizarre scripture to amalgamate everyone’s perception into a singular force. She was channeling it into the True Destiny Church to identify the two "murderers" responsible for killing the Life God!

"An experienced member said earlier that Jing Deng had led scripture recitations before. It’s likely that every session was her way of manipulating the Spiritualists to achieve her goals."

Zhou Xuan extracted most of his perception, leaving only a minimal amount intermingled with the others while he quietly observed the unfolding events.

Gradually, he began to perceive two indistinct human figures within the True Destiny Church.

Zhou Xuan knew exactly who the figures were. From their blurry outlines, he could discern that they were himself and Lv Mingkun.

"I didn’t expect Jing Deng to actually be working for the forces behind the Evil God."

Zhou Xuan felt a wave of unease.

He already understood that the Life God—this particular Evil God—was backed by two masters.

Those masters owned several other Evil Gods as well.

The masters of the Evil God were a man and a woman. Could Jing Deng herself be the female master?

Zhou Xuan thought it unlikely.

Jing Deng was Zhang Yihua—the movie star tortured to death by her original owner. If she were the Evil God’s master, surely it would’ve been her original owner who suffered.

"Jing Deng is nothing more than a lackey for the Evil God’s master. That master has quite an empire, controlling Evil Gods and ruling over the Blood Well Society."

"Damn it! These Blood Well Spirit Communicators are insanely powerful—they can conjure realities out of nothing."

For the first time, Zhou Xuan personally experienced the energy generated by the perception interweaving of more than ten Blood Well Spiritualists, leaving him profoundly shaken.

"The ’murderers’ the Evil God’s master couldn’t locate—these Blood Well Society members are able to reveal them, and the forms of ’Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun’ are already growing distinct."

One figure wore a white robe, the other a blue robe. Both were tall and lean.

"I need to find a way to stop this."

Zhou Xuan started to scheme—revealing the figures alone wasn’t too catastrophic.

Robes, being loose-fitting and shapeless garments, draped over the body like a sack. From the figures, one could only discern their approximate height and build, whether fat or thin.

For individuals like Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun, whose tall and lean stature wasn’t particularly rare, Mingjiang Prefecture had tens of thousands of people matching that description.

As long as their faces weren’t seen clearly, Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun wouldn’t truly have their identities exposed.

"I can’t let them keep looking."

Thinking quickly, Zhou Xuan recalled the storyteller’s eighth technique—Dream into Dream!

Dream into Dream was different from other Dream Generation techniques. Conventional Dream Generation created daydreams in one’s immediate surroundings.

However, Dream into Dream utilized perception to implant a dream directly into another’s consciousness.

As for the risks of failure—whether it might cause greater complications—Zhou Xuan was unconcerned. That peculiar scripture had twisted all the Spiritualists’ perceptions into an indistinguishable mishmash: you in me, me in you.

Even if his Dream Generation failed, Jing Deng wouldn’t be able to pinpoint who had secretly conjured the dream.

With that thought, Zhou Xuan took out his gavel—wrapped in multiple layers of fabric—and softly struck it.

Wherever his perception reached, dreamscapes rapidly manifested.

"The two figures—one with crooked eyebrows and lopsided eyes, the other with an intimidating, sinister expressions."

Zhou Xuan meticulously shaped the dreamscape in his mind.

This dreamscape used the grand hall of the True Destiny Church as its setting. The two figures, based on Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun, wore their respective white and blue robes. However, their faces had been altered—replaced with those of Zhou Xuan’s former neighbors from a past life.

In Zhou Xuan’s previous life, the house across his door housed a father and son.