Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 454 - 237: Cause and Effect, Hatred_3

Chapter 454: Chapter 237: Cause and Effect, Hatred_3

Mingjiang Prefecture faces imminent disaster, fearing Zhou Xuan might slack in his efforts, the painter made his stance increasingly clear.

"Mo Tingsheng won’t get away," Zhou Xuan said to the painter. "I am cultivating Mr. Feng’s hatred."

As long as Mr. Feng’s hatred for Mo Tingsheng is fully nurtured—even though Mr. Feng’s vital memories were devoured by Food Heaven,

even if he becomes a fool,

Zhou Xuan can still use hatred to track down Mo Tingsheng.

He has the Tattoo Karma Diagram.

Hatred,

is the strongest causality.

"Once Mr. Feng’s hatred reaches its peak, Mo Tingsheng will be ours for the taking."

Zhou Xuan and the painter waited outside the stone house. The waiting wasn’t idle; they chatted about trivial matters and discussed art.

Zhou Xuan wasn’t knowledgeable about art, but during his previous life working in media, he’d curated a painting channel and learned about famous painters along with their styles.

"Yes, light isn’t straight; it spirals and twists..."

Zhou Xuan recalled the famous painting "Starry Sky," explaining as he instructed the painter to recreate it.

To his surprise, the painter’s innate talent for art was likely no less than his proficiency in cultivation. Although Zhou Xuan felt his description was quite subpar,

the painter managed to grasp its essence through his "remarkable comprehension" and painted the Starry Sky. While there were differences from the original, the depiction was very close, capturing the main traits with precision.

"Old Hua, your skill with this is impressive."

"Young Master, this painting is no simple piece. At first glance, it reminds me of scenes from my dreams. Dare I ask—who is the original author of this artwork?"

"Uh... Last name Fan, first name Gao."

Zhou Xuan instinctively remembered the joke floating on the internet about "last name Ke, first name Bi," and couldn’t help but "chuckle" aloud.

"Mr. Fan? Mr. Fan’s work has an extraordinary level of refinement," the painter sincerely praised.

The two chatted delightfully until the door of the stone house creaked open.

Qing Feng walked up to Zhou Xuan and softly said, "Young Master, Mr. Feng is looking for your help."

"How is his mental state in there?"

"Very unstable. One moment he’s crying, the next laughing hysterically. When he loses control, he grabs an ashtray and smashes it against his own forehead.

He’s under immense stress—it’s only been a short while, and his hair has already turned white."

Qing Feng explained.

Zhou Xuan understood.

Mr. Feng’s lifelong wish had been to avenge Corridor River, seeking retribution against the God. For over thirty years, he had worked tirelessly on this endeavor, only to realize he had been worshipping a traitor as if they were his savior.

The blow was, of course, devastating.

"Alright, the hatred is about ready now."

Zhou Xuan turned sideways and stepped into the stone house. It had only been two hours since his last visit, yet Mr. Feng had transformed entirely.

The arrogance in his demeanor was gone, his head was riddled with bloody gashes from the ashtray, his clothes filthy, his gaze hollow, and his eyes bloodshot.

Mr. Feng clawed at his now considerably white hair, wailing, "I want Mo Tingsheng dead."

"If you want Mo Tingsheng dead, that’s simple. First, tell me: what is the plan the kidnapper has been orchestrating for thirty years?"

"I don’t know. I’ve forgotten—I really forgot."

"Then do you hate Mo Tingsheng enough?"

"I want him dead." Mr. Feng lifted his head slightly, speaking to Zhou Xuan, "Young Master, I want Mo Tingsheng dead."

"I want to make a tattoo on your body to find Mo Tingsheng."

Zhou Xuan raised his hand, and Bone Teeth flew out, hovering mid-air, with its sharp tip aimed at Mr. Feng.

Without hesitation, Mr. Feng removed his filthy outer garment, baring his upper body, while waiting for Zhou Xuan to proceed with the tattoo.

Zhou Xuan naturally had no intention of wasting time. He approached Mr. Feng, directing Bone Teeth to puncture the first spot on Mr. Feng’s back.

The Karma Diagram comprises three distinct tattoos. The one using hatred as causality is called the Silkworm Chrysalis Diagram, representing the Alien Ghost "Fu Mu."

"This Karma Diagram tattoo is indeed different."

As Zhou Xuan tattooed, he felt a massive surge of hatred rising within his heart.

The hatred grew so intense that if Mr. Feng were his enemy, Zhou Xuan felt he would grab Mr. Feng’s head with one hand while clutching an ashtray in the other, smashing him repeatedly until death.

The hatred continued to evolve.

When Bone Teeth punctured Mr. Feng’s skin for the thirtieth time, Zhou Xuan’s hatred reached its climax.

But as Bone Teeth continued piercing, the hatred within Zhou Xuan’s body began to gradually subside.

Zhou Xuan had a peculiar sensation—as if the ink for the Silkworm Chrysalis tattoo wasn’t mere pigment but rather the hatred extracted from his body bit by bit, only to be infused onto Mr. Feng’s skin in return.

When Zhou Xuan’s hatred had entirely dissipated,

Mr. Feng’s Silkworm Chrysalis Diagram was complete.

A thread visible only to Zhou Xuan emerged from Mr. Feng’s body, stretching toward the Heavenly Dome.

As it ascended several hundred meters into the sky, the thread vanished from sight.

"Does Mr. Mo reside in the heavens?"

"He’s not in the heavens—he has returned to the past,"

Miss Qiang from the Secret Realm replied.

"Miss Qiang, aren’t you busy predicting the Buddha Mantra?"

"I usually keep a sliver of awareness while predicting; dedicating my full consciousness exclusively to the prediction would be too dull."

Miss Qiang explained.

"How did you discern that Mr. Mo is in the past?"

"That is precisely where Jing Country differs from the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty."

Miss Qiang began to elaborate to Zhou Xuan...