Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 321 - 204: Time Ice River

Chapter 321: Chapter 204: Time Ice River

The painter had seen many abnormal people before, but it was his first time encountering someone who could simultaneously carry the dual secret realms of the Blood Well and Divine Revelation.

Those who walk the path of yin and worship gods strictly adhere to their practices; worshiping gods is worshiping gods, walking yin is walking yin—how could the two be mixed together?

This was already an ironclad rule in Jing Country’s cultivation, yet Zhou Xuan had completely shattered it.

"The Holding Armor Incense Master dying at Zhou Xuan’s hands doesn’t feel unjustified."

The greatest reliance of the Holding Armor Incense Master in crossing boundaries to kill was his abundance of magic artifacts, but Zhou Xuan was different—his strength lay in having more secret realms.

The extraordinary powers of walking yin and worshiping gods all stem from secret realms, and the combined effects of two realms are far beyond what can be achieved by stacking magic artifacts.

Having two secret realms was already astonishing, but Zhou Xuan’s choice of realms was even more absurd.

"Divine Revelation is the Heavenly God pathway of the Nuo God, while the Blood Well is the most mysterious realm of the Alien Ghosts. Ah, my imagination can’t keep up."

The painter sighed; having comprehended the laws to the level of seven sticks of incense, his understanding of the "Tangkou" far surpassed that of Yuan Buyu, who was also at seven sticks.

Over the years, he had already discerned the advantages of top-tier Tangkou: suppressing other Tangkou through incense fire methods was only one aspect; the most significant advantage was mastery of the laws.

The Nuo God was inherently a Heavenly God, mastering the Law of Destiny.

The Blood Well, though its source power remained a mystery despite years of research by the Bone Elder Association, was undoubtedly connected to the Time Law.

Zhou Xuan only needed to successfully elevate his incense fire level to six or seven sticks; profound realizations wouldn’t be necessary for him to master both the "Destiny" and "Time" laws. This was what the painter envied most.

"Brother Zhou’s future capabilities are overwhelmingly powerful; Ping Shui Prefecture’s You Shen providing full protection is indeed wise."

Thoughts swirled in the painter’s mind as he glanced at Zhou Xuan’s face, whose expression alternated between shadow and light—these changes didn’t escape Li Chengfeng’s eyes.

Old Li had long known about Zhou Xuan’s dual secret realms, and now, seeing the painter’s astonished expression, he almost burst out laughing.

To make the Bone Elder Association’s top Divine Office-holder, Si Chen, wear such a grave expression could only mean Zhou Xuan was the heir of the Nuo God, and the future High Priest of the Blood Well.

Suddenly, Li Chengfeng’s smile vanished, replaced by a solemn countenance, as snow inexplicably began to fall inside the room.

Snow was another critical manifestation of the Blood Well and currently its only means of communicating with Zhou Xuan.

"Snow, it’s snowing inside the room."

Li Chengfeng exclaimed in shock as a snowflake landed on his shoulder, leaving a small patch of white on his black suit.

No strong winds had stirred within the space, and the temperature was somewhat warm, yet the snow defied all logic as it fell.

It started with one flake after another, and as he gazed upward, the snow grew heavier and more chaotic.

The places touched by the snow became cloaked in a radiant layer of white—sacred and pure—while underneath the snow came a strange hissing sound.

Li Chengfeng was intimately familiar with the sound, as were the painter and Gu Ling, having heard it countless times in the Bone Old Academy—

—the sound of throwing a cup of corrosive acid onto a marble floor. The acid would corrode the surface, bubble up intensely, and emit this very noise.

The sound signified severe corrosion. The snow inside the room was eroding the objects it touched—not destroying their surfaces, but instead devouring the vitality they contained.

Li Chengfeng, Gu Ling, and the painter simultaneously ignited flames to melt the snow that had settled on them.

The sweltering heat couldn’t fend off the thin snow. Their clothing began to rapidly decay—transforming from soft and flexible material into a rigid shell, which would disintegrate into fragments with a single snap of the fingers.

If their clothes were affected this way, what of their skin?

Old Dao Bazi, desperate for life despite having been crippled by Zhou Xuan, was driven by his survival instinct, using his elbows to push against the ground and wriggling like a worm, trying to crawl away from the snow.

Lv Mingkun was already contemplating whether he should carry Old Dao Bazi out of the room first and return after the snow stopped.

The two men feared the snow, yet the higher incense fire level of the Bone Elder Association’s trio didn’t spare them from the torment of the falling flakes.

Gu Ling wanted to shout to Zhou Xuan to stop the snow, but she feared disturbing him as he operated the Blood Well.

Fortunately, their plight didn’t go unnoticed by Zhou Xuan. He raised his right hand and pointed in their direction—the snow changed course, no longer falling on the five of them.

The atmosphere in the room was eerie yet sacred.

Silent crimson whirlpools and corrosive snow collided in the space, highlighting Zhou Xuan’s face and the inexplicable loneliness etched into his features.

The Blood Well governed the Time Law, and the snow reflected that power.

In a prison of time, nothing could escape, nothing could resist decay—not even intangible wind could flow outside its confines.

The Suffering Scholar, bound by the Red Refining Fire Snake, had already detected the bizarre anomalies in this snow, his gaze drowning in fear and regret.

He had never imagined that by simply killing a few Liao Ghosts, he would incur such intense karmic retribution. The three Big Bone Elders had all joined forces against him.

Once, he had rampaged through Mingjiang Prefecture, unrestrained, extinguishing blood debts with a mere flip of his hand.

"They’re just insignificant Liao Ghosts."

"They may be insignificant to you, but they were my friends."

Zhou Xuan said coldly, his voice icier than the snow-filled room itself.

The snow had fallen enough.

The white within the room, driven by the whirlpool energy of the Blood Well, began to narrow and condense into a white river.

The river’s color faded, growing increasingly transparent until it became pure ice.

As if supported by an invisible hand, it rose gently to align with the Suffering Scholar’s height, and the sound of cracking ice echoed.

The Time Ice River enveloped the Suffering Scholar’s body, freezing his expression in place, his gaze frozen with terror at a singular moment in time.

As the Time Ice River displayed its mystical phenomena, it also affected the flow of real time, causing fleeting instants of stillness within the room.