Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 474 - 242: Lord Jian’s Heart Disease_4

Chapter 474: Chapter 242: Lord Jian’s Heart Disease_4

As someone who studied the divine skills of Buddha Country, he was crucial.

Aside from that, Zhou Xuan also knew about Mo Tingsheng’s spiritual communication characteristic, which was incredibly miraculous. This was one of the key reasons Mr. Feng had regarded Mo Tingsheng as the top kidnapper over the years.

Zhou Xuan needed to find the Fifth Senior Brother to completely extract Mo Tingsheng’s characteristics and see if they had any practical use.

Given all these considerations, Zhou Xuan couldn’t treat him as crudely as he had treated the Observation Master... gouging out his eyes, throwing them into the Blood Well, and letting the Blood Well’s eyes interrogate him, forcing out Mo Tingsheng’s memories.

He needed to handle this "gently."

Fortunately, Mo Tingsheng’s incense fire level wasn’t high, allowing Zhou Xuan to employ these "gentle" methods.

Zhou Xuan planned to use the "Dream into Dream" technique to deal with Mo Tingsheng.

He tossed the limbless Mo Tingsheng into a corner of the room, took out a piece of human skin, and began tattooing the Sukuna Hand design onto it.

The tattoo ritual triggered divination, raising Zhou Xuan’s incense fire level to four sticks.

The Dreamscape of a storyteller with four incense sticks could, at its peak, control new disciples from Tangkou with five incense sticks. Dealing with Mo Tingsheng, who had three sticks, would be more than enough.

While Zhou Xuan was tattooing, Mo Tingsheng taunted him coldly and mockingly: "Zhou Xuan, I advise you not to waste your efforts. We people of Buddha Country cultivate the Buddhist Golden Body. With the Golden Body as the foundation, it strengthens our Divine Souls. You want to extract my memories? I suggest you give up on that idea."

"Who in their right mind would bother digging up your memories? I’ll use the storyteller’s dreamscape to drag you into a dream, where you’ll confess all your sins yourself."

Zhou Xuan, holding the Sukuna Hand tattoo tool, walked toward Mo Tingsheng.

"You can’t make me generate a dream. Dreams require a sense of reality, but you’ve never seen our people of Buddha Country. Trying to make me dream using your Jing Country’s architecture and people? You’re just a crazy dreamer."

"Want to guess whether or not I’ve seen people from your Buddha Country? Like, say, the Great Heavenly King? His Dharma Body is that giant hand. Oh, and he can conjure countless Floating Buddha Temples out of thin air..."

The more Zhou Xuan spoke, the deeper the despair that seeped into Mo Tingsheng.

"You’ve truly seen the Great Heavenly King..."

"You’ll find out soon enough."

Zhou Xuan sliced his palm and sprinkled his blood onto the tattoo map. After performing the divination, his incense fire rose to four sticks.

At the same time, he took the "Bi Fang" mask from his waist, placed it over his face, and let a gavel and folded fan slip out from his sleeve.

Zhou Xuan directed his Perception into Mo Tingsheng’s mind.

The storyteller’s eight-incense-stick ability, "Dream into Dream," used overwhelming Perception to conquer an opponent’s consciousness, then planted a dreamscape within their mind.

Zhou Xuan’s Perception had already reached the Day Trip Realm, equaling that of a God. Mo Tingsheng didn’t even sense it before his consciousness was dominated by Zhou Xuan’s Perception.

As the gavel and fan struck each other, Zhou Xuan used the sound of the gavel to signal the birth of the "Great Heavenly King’s Dream" in Mo Tingsheng’s mind.

The scenery before Mo Tingsheng shifted. He saw a vast, azure sea, from which an enormous mountainous hand rose.

Sacred Buddhist chants resonated around the giant hand.

"The Great Heavenly King?"

The colossal hand extended a middle finger, pointing directly at Mo Tingsheng.

Feeling the overbearing power of the Great Heavenly King, Mo Tingsheng instantly fell to his knees in reverence: "Taiping Monk of Buddha Country greets the Great Heavenly King."

The middle finger of the enormous hand, as large as Mo Tingsheng’s entire body, pressed against him. A surge of consciousness flowed into Mo Tingsheng’s mind.

"Why did Buddha Country send you to Jing Country?"

"Great Heavenly King, my cultivation is shallow, but I carry Buddha’s Peaceful Scale, which can measure the fate of an entire prefecture in Jing Country."

Fate could be measured?

Zhou Xuan, using the dreamscape, guided Mo Tingsheng into revealing the truth.

The first truth Mo Tingsheng revealed left Zhou Xuan astonished...