Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 292 - 197: I, Ignited the Fire

Chapter 292: Chapter 197: I, Ignited the Fire

Li Chengfeng heard Zhou Xuan’s urging, his will wavering in struggle.

He wanted to act, to cut down the Heavenly Official’s incarnation, pushing today’s grand play of "Fake God" to a more magnificent level.

Taking ten thousand steps back,

Zhou Xuan had helped him so much,

he ultimately didn’t want to disappoint Zhou Xuan.

Yet when he tried to raise the lantern in his hand, an overwhelming panic surged in his heart—as low as the incarnation’s Incense Fire Level was, it was still God-level,

and the bonds with a God felt like a thick chain, shackling Old Li’s thoughts of resistance.

"Old Li, if not for the Heavenly God backing you, you’d be a dead man today,

who killed you?!

The Heavenly Official, with a divine decree, wants to erase all your life’s achievements—doesn’t that fill you with hatred and humiliation?"

"Yes... it was the Heavenly Official. The Heavenly Official killed me without reason."

Zhou Xuan roared: "Then why reason with him? Old Li, stand up, don’t kneel!"

Li Chengfeng’s gaze grew resolute with each of Zhou Xuan’s sharp words, the fragility disappearing entirely, replaced by determination.

Quickly, determination turned into ferocity, and he stepped toward the Suffering Scholar.

"Bone Elder Scholars, Four Divine Offices, remember this: our sole belief lies in the God of Suffering and Calamity, not the Heavenly Official."

"If the Heavenly Official leads us to welcome the Heavenly God, he could count as a decent subordinate belief,

but the Heavenly Official has led us astray, becoming our enemy."

Seizing the lingering "Heavenly God Aura," Li Chengfeng chanted the Prayer Spell, igniting fire in his right hand.

"Li Chengfeng, stand back; he is the Heavenly Official."

The Suffering Scholar, who embodied the incarnation of the Heavenly Official, continued to defend the Heavenly Official.

He was also the only Bone Elder among the Bone Elder Association still defending the Heavenly Official,

"The Heavenly Official is a traitor to the Bone Elder Association. Every day, our Bone Elders offer him vast amounts of incense, letting him live in supreme comfort above the Heavenly Dome. And what has he done?"

"Fire. Set the Heavenly Official ablaze."

Li Chengfeng drove the flames to burn the Suffering Scholar, to burn the incarnation of the Heavenly Official.

The Suffering Scholar ignited fire in turn, deploying the sixth-tier technique of the Suffering Faction—"Dao Yan Divine Spell."

The two flames collided midair, locked in a tense stalemate.

Both men possessed six levels of Incense Fire, making them almost indistinguishable in power.

"Old Li, good job! Acting is all that’s needed, winning isn’t important."

Zhou Xuan, seeing Li Chengfeng take action, moved as well. He slit his palm and sprayed the blood from his right hand onto the Ginkgo Heart.

The Heavenly God Totem tattoo in his hand became drenched with fresh blood. At the same time, Zhou Xuan pressed his blood-soaked right hand against his own face, commanding the Puppet Taoist to release a third wave of Heavenly God Aura.

Not only was this wave incredibly oppressive, but its aura tugged at reality itself, drawing shadowy clouds from the heavens to smother the sky, threatening to crush the Bone Elder Temple below.

The overpowering aura heightened the sensitivity of the Bone Elder Scholars and Divine Officials, who believed in the "God of Suffering and Calamity."

The Suffering Scholar was forced to his knees, cracking sounds of bones shattering within him ringing incessantly.

The Heavenly Official’s incarnation rapidly disintegrated.

Zhou Xuan seized the opportunity, commanding the Puppet Taoist to rise and slowly advance toward the Suffering Scholar.

When the shattering sounds within the Suffering Scholar reached their peak, the Puppet Taoist lifted his right hand at an agonizingly slow pace, pointing firmly at the Suffering Scholar’s body.

"Boom,"

The Heavenly Official’s incarnation shattered completely, a crimson mist poured out of the Suffering Scholar’s body, gathering and struggling to take human form but ultimately dissipating into the air.

Li Chengfeng, also subdued by the aura, lay prostrate on the ground, tears streaming as he finally felt the overwhelming satisfaction of breaking free from humiliation.

The oppressive gloom choking his heart for the past few days vanished like smoke.

The other scholars and Divine Officials gazed at the Puppet Taoist with fervent worship.

With mere aura, effortlessly obliterating the Heavenly Official’s incarnation—if this was not the act of a Heavenly God, then what was?

At the same time, their attitude toward Li Chengfeng subtly shifted.

...

"Job done."

After destroying the Heavenly Official’s incarnation, Zhou Xuan directed the Puppet Taoist to return to its previous seat, wiping away the blood from the tattoo and his brow, retracting all traces of Heavenly God Aura.

"It’s over?"

Yun Ziliang asked.

"It’s over. The Bone Elder Association now believes my Puppet Taoist is a Heavenly God—they’ve begun worshipping him."

Zhou Xuan folded the Ginkgo Heart Totem tattoo carefully and placed it back into his pocket.

But Yun Ziliang, far from appearing satisfied after the spectacle, looked deeply worried.

"Lao Yun, what’s wrong?"

"Look at the sky," Yun Ziliang said.

Zhou Xuan raised his eyes, seeing nothing unusual apart from the overcast sky thick with clouds.

"These clouds gathered because of your Heavenly God Aura, and now that you’ve withdrawn it, the clouds remain. Don’t you find it strange?" Yun Ziliang said.

"It does seem a little... odd."

Just as Zhou Xuan spoke those words, a gale erupted through Yizhuang Lane. One gust turned into a hand, reaching into his pocket and snatching out the Totem tattoo.

Zhou Xuan reached instinctively to grab it, but another howling wind intercepted him.

In Zhou Xuan’s sharpened Perception, this gust felt like a razor-sharp blade,

the danger so palpable he reflexively withdrew his hand.

The Ginkgo Heart Totem tattoo was swept up by the wind, unfolding and fluttering as it ascended toward the gathered clouds above.

As the tattoo map was enveloped in the clouds, the Puppet Taoist inside the Bone Elder Temple rose independently, flying toward the clouds.

The sight of the Taoist ascending to the heavens fell upon the Bone Elders like an undeniable divine miracle—a miracle from the Heavenly God.