Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1043 - 408: Witch God Ally? (2)

The Witch Clan’s altar, built to welcome the Blood God, writhed like pulsating flesh, with clusters of flesh buds swaying like dancing branches.

"So this is the Four Great Deities."

From within the scarce human consciousness of Zhou Xuan came a sigh.

He originally thought the Tao Ancestor, Blood Well, Witch God, and Ancient Buddha were all living beings—just individuals with extremely powerful magic.

But now, he finally understood—the Tao Ancestor was a mountain of purple haze, the Ancient Buddha a temple, the Witch God an altar, and the Blood Well truly a well.

The Four Great Deities gathered, infusing their power into the Sea of Suffering, stirring up a gentle breeze.

This breeze brushed against Zhou Xuan, and he only felt it was overly gentle, suitable for a nap that might be quite pleasant. However, in the "battle of wills," stirring such a breeze seemed too weak.

Yet clearly, Zhou Xuan’s estimation was mistaken.

As this breeze swept over the Sea of Suffering, it suddenly split into two, one heading east, the other west.

The breeze resembled two invisible arms dividing the endless Sea of Suffering in two.

The Sea of Suffering was thus parted, leaving a wide, deep chasm in the center.

That chasm seemed like a bottomless abyss.

Bi Fang roared frantically: "This is the Dividing of the Sea by the Four Great Deities, harnessing the power to reach the heavens and split the Sea of Suffering, to welcome the supreme will."

As the sea parted, Zhou Xuan’s blood god form felt endless pressure, with every piece of his golden armor quivering and ringing.

Was this trembling due to the Blood God’s fear of the supreme will, or was it the excitement of facing an equal in an impending great battle?

"Phew~"

Yet another breeze was stirred by the Four Great Deities of Tao, Buddha, Witch, and Well.

The breeze moved the seawater, step by step forming a staircase of water, leading from the sea’s surface to the bottom of the chasm, where an elderly man in white ascended.

He seemed like an ordinary elder, slightly hunched, with white clothing that resembled silk. Draping over him, it had an unprecedented sleekness, flowing like a waterfall.

The elder in white climbed the seawater staircase, step by step.

With each step he ascended, several stars lit up in the sky.

When he climbed dozens of steps, the sky that was obscured by the Blood God was filled with stars.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan felt a tremendous danger.

If the supreme will was a deity as towering as the Blood God, that would be one thing.

A grand will, surely, must possess a grand form—this seemed like Zhou Xuan’s stereotype.

Yet the supreme will was merely an insignificant figure, like an unnoticed grain of sand in the desert or grass trampled carelessly in an oasis,

The diminutive figure stepped out from the wide and deep chasm, carrying a pressure countless times greater than that of a giant god.

Zhou Xuan had no doubt that this grain of sand of the supreme will could fill the sea, and this piece of grass was enough to extinguish the sun, moon, and stars.

He also did not doubt that in this "battle of wills," the Blood God had not a sliver of a chance of victory. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Both the Blood God and the supreme will were powerful wills in the starry current,

But even among powerful wills, there are ranks.

The supreme will carefully ascended the seawater stairs, keeping his head lowered. From Zhou Xuan’s perspective, he couldn’t make out the face of this will.

Yet Zhou Xuan had a persistent feeling that he had seen this supreme will somewhere before.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity,

"Lift your head, quickly lift your head. Once I see your true face, I will attempt to leave this dream."

Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but mumble in his heart.

He had seen off his sister and master, staying alone in this dream not to really die, but because he still had a chance to try.

The reason he hadn’t confronted Bi Fang yet was because he wanted to witness the true face of the supreme will.

Who among the cultivators of the Incense Fire Divine Dao in Quanjing Country wouldn’t want to behold his true face?

However, the legs of this supreme will seemed not very nimble; he kept his head down, cautiously ascending step by step,

Yet the power he brought was already suppressing the Blood God.

A wind finer than the breeze seemed to lift from the garment hem of the supreme will, ethereally passing over the chasm of the Sea of Suffering, falling upon the Blood God, destined to bring him to his knees.

Kneeling always means submission,

The Blood God resisted, the blood sea at his feet churned like a vortex, and his adorned golden armor dimmed,

The golden light that radiated from his body condensed into countless bloody spots, like rust corroded by wind and rain.

And the last trace of Zhou Xuan’s humanity would also be no more.

He knew he could not wait any longer,

If he continued to watch, his consciousness would entirely transform into the godliness of the Blood God, and he would no longer be a viewer in the dream.

He would become part of the dream, forever remaining in it.

"There’s some regret in not seeing the true face of the supreme will, but I have to leave."

Zhou Xuan maintained his last ounce of clarity, shifting his gaze from the hunched figure of the supreme will and unexpectedly said to Bi Fang, who was worshipping the "Lord," "Lao Bi, the third time."

"Hmm."

Bi Fang hadn’t yet shaken off his reverence for the "Lord," and simply responded instinctively, mechanically.

But soon, he awoke as if from a dream, turned his head, and looked at the Blood God, who was already "full of war intent."

"What?"

He feared he had misheard earlier.