Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1107 - 428: Sea of Bitter Tears

The blue ocean appeared extremely deep and limitless. Within the endless sea, it seemed to have a mysterious allure, drawing the Fish Monk’s soul towards it.

The Fish Monk’s physical body was being further destroyed, but his soul remained unscathed.

Ever since this ocean appeared, the grains of sand in the sky that could sever nine sticks of incense couldn’t do anything to his soul.

His soul took the shape of a large fish,

a brilliantly multicolored fish, with nine long tails constantly interweaving as it swam, possessing an entrancing beauty.

Once a fish enters the sea, trying to find it again would be akin to seeking a needle in a haystack.

Zhou Xuan did not wish to watch idly as the Fish Monk escaped.

To not eradicate the roots, the spring breeze shall revive them once more.

Zhou Xuan wanted to resolve his grudge with the Fish Monk today.

"Demon Monk, let’s see if you can really escape."

Zhou Xuan unleashed the Bone Teeth, shooting towards the nine-tailed fish.

The Bone Teeth moved swiftly, but when it entered the vast ocean and attacked the big fish, it was like trying to pierce a shadow with a solid needle, yielding no harm.

The Bone Teeth could not harm the fish in the sea, but that vast blue sea, condensed by the "Ancient Buddha Relics," could harm the Bone Teeth.

As the Bone Teeth traveled through the sea, which was normally indestructible, rust spots began to appear.

Decay and aging continued to occur.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff"

When the Bone Teeth aged to a certain point, almost losing its link to Zhou Xuan, destined to be permanently submerged in the blue sea, Meng Yuer started to blow large bubbles, appearing in the sea.

Its body was enlarging.

However, Mr. Bai Liu’s Meng Yuer, though a rare species from the South Sea, was diminutive, like the smallest goldfish kept by wealthy households.

Even with its swelling size now, Meng Yuer only reached the size of a "Golden Dragon Fish," swiftly swimming through the water towards the Bone Teeth, promptly swallowing it.

It used its body to protect Zhou Xuan’s Bone Teeth.

Zhou Xuan looked at Meng Yuer and asked Mr. Bai Liu, "Why can Meng Yuer enter this sea area?"

"Honorable sir, this Meng Yuer is a rare species from the South Sea, capable of entering many wondrous spaces."

Mr. Bai Liu explained thus.

Meng Yuer could enter dreams and the illusory landscapes crafted by the Colorful Play Master; whether dreams or illusions, they were forms of space in essence.

At this moment, Lu Xingzhou told Zhou Xuan, "That vast sea is the sea where the Ancient Buddha was born, rumored to be formed from a single tear of the Ancient Buddha.

This Sea of Tears is a world unto itself, the most mysterious space among the many spaces in Jing Country. Beyond the Ancient Buddha’s twenty-one Zen incarnations, only the Heavenly God of our Yellow Field Prefecture—the God of the Great River—can enter this sea area."

"A single flower is a world; a leaf, a Bodhi. The Ancient Buddha’s understanding of space is likely the most formidable among the four Heavenly Venerates."

Li Changxun felt an overwhelming sense of reverence and awe upon seeing this Sea of Tears.

Yet, Zhou Xuan believed that he could conquer this ocean.

"If an Ancient Buddha’s incarnation can enter the Ancient Buddha’s Tears Sea, then I can too."

After knowing the origin of this sea, Zhou Xuan was filled with the desire to enter it, but Yun Ziliang quickly grabbed him.

"Xuanzi, are you disregarding your life? Do you want to end up like that Bone Teeth, decaying and forever submerged in that Sea of Tears?"

Lu Xingzhou also advised, "Honorable sir, don’t take the Fish Monk’s boastful words to heart. When he breaks free from the Sea of Tears again, it will be a thousand years later. Once out of the sea, he’ll need another thousand years to relearn his cultivation.

After two thousand years, we would no longer be in this world. Time changes everything; the world would have transformed entirely, so why care about the Fish Monk’s revenge by then?"

"No, what if I actually live for two thousand years?"

Saying this, Zhou Xuan started marching relentlessly towards the Sea of Tears.

Lu Xingzhou laughed upon hearing "what if I actually live for two thousand years," thinking to himself, "This honorable sir is truly something. The Qingshan River might live for thousands of years, so can I. Wonderful, wonderful."

"Xuanzi, are you truly unafraid of that sea?"

Yun Ziliang couldn’t help but worry, shouting at Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan brightened the cloud patterns on his Daoist robe, saying, "He is an Ancient Buddha’s twenty-one Zen, but I have an Ancient Buddha Head on me. I fear no one."

"Oh right, the Ancient Buddha Head is with you." Yun Ziliang finally remembered.

Zhou Xuan’s cloud pattern was part of the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable," a high-grade gift passed down to the storyteller by the supreme will, containing the Ancient Buddha’s head.

Yun Ziliang’s muttering was slightly louder than intended, inadvertently overheard by Lu Xingzhou.

This Bitter Ghost Master, who had spent years cultivating, had traversed the waterways of the nine prefectures of Jing Country, witnessing countless bizarre events.

But the fact that Zhou Xuan possessed an Ancient Buddha’s Head was something he had truly never seen or heard of before.

"The honorable sir possesses an Ancient Buddha’s Head?"

Lu Xingzhou, rarely showing such surprise, forgot the unspoken rule: "If a matter in the Jianghu is too mysterious, it’s best not to delve into it," and he asked without realizing it.

Yun Ziliang chuckled and said, "This would be a long story, best left unsaid."

He did not wish to explain to Lu Xingzhou in detail, but Li Changxun, being unrestrained with his words, quickly remarked, "Psh, what’s so special about an Ancient Buddha Head? My great Xuanzi has witnessed the supreme will firsthand!"

"It’s because he saw the true form of the supreme will and witnessed the four Heavenly Venerates part the sea, that he developed such an imposing air."