Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 370 - 215: Great Mother Star Pit

The Music Master was deeply captivated by Zhou Xuan’s rendition of "A Laugh in the Vast Sea." To him, this piece was not difficult to play, yet it was exceptionally delightful to hear.

He couldn’t help but comment, "This piece rearranges the five tones—Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu—into Yu, Zhi, Jiao, Shang, Gong. The reordered melody is catchy and melodious,

a fine composition, truly a rare masterpiece."

"This piece was composed by a certain scholar with the surname Huang. When he wrote it, he accidentally grasped the principle of ’Great Music Must Be Simple.’ The simplest elements—Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu—became the foundation of the entire composition."

Zhou Xuan, seeing how much the Music Master enjoyed the piece, shared the origin of "A Laugh in the Vast Sea." Unexpectedly, the concept of "Great Music Must Be Simple" deeply resonated with the Music Master.

The Music Master laughed aloud, saying, "Great Music Must Be Simple, Great Form is Without Shape, Great Sound is Rarely Heard. The one who composed this piece is truly a musical genius. Since you, Young Master, have such a marvelous piece, it is only fitting that I perform it."

After listening to Zhou Xuan’s singing, the Music Master began lightly tapping his ribs, plucking out zither-like tones,

as the spirited sound of chivalry resounded powerfully throughout the mountains. Inspired by the music, everyone joined in, passionately singing along with Zhou Xuan’s lyrics,

"The rivers and mountains laugh, the misty rain stretches afar, mighty waves wash away the petty charms of the mundane world. The breeze laughs, though it stirs solitude, what remains of the heroic spirit is but a glow of twilight."

The stirring lyrics combined with the heartfelt melody created a perfect harmony, enough to evoke deep, unspoken sentiments.

"This line—’What remains of the heroic spirit is but a glow of twilight’—matches perfectly with the first light of dawn we see now,"

remarked the Painter, standing at the edge of the mountain path and gazing at the soft rays of dawn. He said to Zhou Xuan, "Perhaps this light is the hope for Mingjiang Prefecture."

"If united in purpose and strength, this light may indeed be the hope of Mingjiang Prefecture. But if it remains as it once was, fearing wolves in the front and tigers behind, this light may be but the ember after a long night—still glowing, yet bound to extinguish."

Zhou Xuan and the Painter compared "the traces of the Evil God discovered tonight" to a beam of light,

using it as a metaphorical topic to explore the future of Mingjiang Prefecture. Would it rebound from the depths or slide into the abyss for one final descent?

"Will it be the ember of night or the dawn of hope? Everything depends on how you act in the days to come."

Zhou Xuan gave the Painter’s shoulder a firm pat, then strode forward with determination. As he marched, he sang aloud in rhythm with the Bone Zither’s melody, "The common people laugh, no longer alone; the heroic spirit persists, laughing foolishly still."

"It must be hope, Young Master, it must be hope," the Painter muttered to himself, as though making a promise to Zhou Xuan.

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By the time the group ascended and entered the Guan Mountain Wood Pile, daylight had fully broken. freeweɓnøvel~com

Since the Compass had already narrowed down the anomalous activity at the Dragon Tail to the wooden platform, using it for more precise location was unnecessary,

and Yun Ziliang easily pinpointed the final location.

"The anomaly at the Dragon Tail is on the west side of the wooden platform. Follow me."

Yun Ziliang led the group forward, with Li Chengfeng carrying his painting scroll and closely following behind.

After about ten minutes, the group arrived at a pit.

At the edge of the pit, faint traces of blood were visible. The pit’s entrance had a diameter of over four meters, and within the pit lay an altar.

On the altar, there was no statue of a deity but rather an offering of five viscera—

heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys.

They were the very organs Zhou Xuan had seen at the Kangfeng Inn.

Zhou Xuan activated the Armored Horse and descended into the pit, carefully examining the five viscera.

The organs had all turned to stone in texture. His Perception found no trace of life within them.

"This must be Hunger’s body. It seems as though it has died."

The Painter and the Music Master both jumped into the pit upon hearing this, simultaneously releasing their Perception. They arrived at the same conclusion as Zhou Xuan—Hunger’s viscera were indeed lifeless, just like stone, utterly devoid of vitality.

"Why would Hunger die?"

The Painter’s expression grew heavier with worry.

If Hunger had been slain by their hand, its death would make sense.

But for Hunger to die on its own hinted at some hidden truth. After stabilizing the final Dragon-locking Cave in Mingjiang Prefecture, it came to the Guan Mountain Wood Pile only to perish. There was no logical explanation.

"I will uncover the truth. Painter, Music Master, leave the pit. I need to use the Dream Law after inducing a meditative state."

Zhou Xuan said gravely.

The Painter, concerned that the Music Master’s pride might prevent him from obeying Zhou Xuan’s order, was about to persuade him with carefully chosen words. To his surprise, the Music Master moved even faster—his figure flickered and disappeared from the pit.

"The Music Master seems to hold the Young Master in high regard."

The Painter ignited a ball of flame, intending to tear through space, but found himself unable to locate its edges. He couldn’t rip through space and had no choice but to emulate the Music Master, using the Light Body Technique to leap out of the pit.

Once back on the surface, the Painter began rallying everyone.

"The Young Master is employing the Dream Law. There’s not much we can do except protect him."

With his call to action, everyone turned their backs to the pit, keeping their gazes on the surrounding expanse, wary of the third Evil God appearing and threatening Zhou Xuan.

Within the pit, Zhou Xuan took out the Wash Away Injustice Talisman to perform time reversal, but... the talisman, astonishingly, failed to work.

He unscrewed the cap of his pen and wrote the time and location on the talismanic script. While the words quickly vanished, the Wash Away Injustice Talisman did not help him reverse time. Since his link to the Divine Revelation Secret Realm hadn’t been severed, he could sense this.

"This pit is highly unusual. Hunger turned to stone here, and my Wash Away Injustice Talisman is unusable..."

Zhou Xuan wrote on the talismanic script again, hoping to reverse time, but it still didn’t work.

"I need to consult Lao Yun..."

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