Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 412 - 225 Ascension of the Entire Clan_3

"Our Ancient Clan has a piece of Netherworld Stone that can resonate with the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, awakening its consciousness after reincarnation,

and once awakened, the Legend of the Hundred Spirits naturally gravitates towards the Netherworld Stone,

but that stone was lost by Peng Hu—it hasn’t been found yet."

"Without the Netherworld Stone, are you unable to locate the Legend of the Hundred Spirits?" Zhou Xuan asked again.

"Theoretically, we can locate it," Shi Baiyun replied. "After all, the Ancient Clan spent years alongside the Stelespawn, intimately familiar with its aura. Even after reincarnation, even with consciousness and spirit restored, its aura shouldn’t change much. If the four of us brothers comb through East Market Street, we should be able to find the Legend of the Hundred Spirits,

but strangely, despite searching every corner of East Market Street these days, we still couldn’t find her."

Perplexed, Zhou Xuan then asked, "Across from my house, there’s a breakfast shop run by Sister Cui. She has a younger brother named Mu Hua, whose mental development isn’t quite normal.

Have you checked him?"

"We’ve checked him."

Shi Baiyun looked at Zhou Xuan, puzzled as to why he asked.

"He is the Legend of the Hundred Spirits."

Zhou Xuan revealed.

Shi Baiyun froze before vehemently shaking his head like a drum, saying, "Impossible, impossible, how could he be the Legend of the Hundred Spirits?"

"The Blood Well told me." Zhou Xuan countered, "The Hundred-Eyed High Priest is a Blood Well Spirit Communicator, isn’t he able to perform divination through the Blood Well to determine who the Legend of the Hundred Spirits is?"

"He tried, but the Hundred-Eyed High Priest told the clan that the Blood Well demands sacrifices of such a high level that the Ancient Clan cannot afford the price."

"Blood Well, you’re always greedy." Zhou Xuan nearly burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Of all his divinations, "Who is the Legend of the Hundred Spirits?" was the one that required the Blood Well’s lowest tier of sacrifice,

yet when the Hundred-Eyed High Priest asked the same question, the price soared to a level he couldn’t bear.

Two people asking the same question, but the price differed vastly,

and Zhou Xuan speculated it might be because the question’s significance varies between the two.

For the Ancient Tattoo Clan, the Legend of the Hundred Spirits is the key step to summon the Mother of Hundred Demons,

while for Zhou Xuan at the time, it was merely solving the mystery—Who exactly is the Legend of the Hundred Spirits?

Moreover, Mu Hua was closely connected to Zhou Xuan and Little Fuzi, which perhaps constituted a karmic bond, prompting the Blood Well to lower its asking price.

"Is Mu Hua really the Legend of the Hundred Spirits?" Shi Baiyun still couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

"One hundred percent."

Now that Zhou Xuan understood the role of the Netherworld Stone in finding the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, and knew Sister Cui could manipulate the Fengshui Array of East Market Street,

then recalling Peng Hu’s death and Yun Ziliang’s remark about Fengshui disturbance that fateful night,

Zhou Xuan could deduce the truth—it must have been that night when Peng Hu used the Netherworld Stone to summon the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, but something must have occurred with Mu Hua, prompting Sister Cui to activate the Fengshui Array to kill Peng Hu.

With the Blood Well’s divination and Sister Cui’s actions,

if Mu Hua wasn’t the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, none of this could be explained.

"I’ve investigated that foolish boy Mu Hua; he truly exhibits no trace of Stelespawn’s aura. He’s as normal as one can be, aside from bearing an uncanny resemblance to you."

Shi Baiyun repeatedly emphasized,

his three other brothers chimed in agreement, attesting to encountering Mu Hua on the streets numerous times without sensing any peculiar aura.

Mu Hua spent his days in East Market Street, rolling iron hoops and strolling around with Little Fuzi, showing no signs of bearing the Legend of the Hundred Spirits’ aura.

Zhou Xuan found this bizarre too; his strong Perception detected nothing unusual about Mu Hua.

"But perhaps it’s better this way—Mu Hua’s aberration is precisely why your Ancient Clan can’t locate the Legend of the Hundred Spirits,

and without locating the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, forget nailing down the fifth Nuodai; even if you nail a hundred, the Mother of Hundred Demons still wouldn’t awaken."

At this point, Zhou Xuan experienced an inexplicable sense of delight—

three hundred years of the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s grand plan, where the first ninety-nine percent progressed smoothly,

only to get stuck in the final one percent—unable to nail down the fifth Nuodai or locate the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

Zhou Xuan and Mu Hua had become the wall of lament for the Ancient Clan.

"We’ve become the bottleneck for their plans."

Reflecting on Mu Hua’s identical face to his own, Zhou Xuan felt even more triumphant.

The two of us, unrelated twins born of different parents, had somehow become the nightmare of the Three-headed Stone Buddha.

"I bet the Stone Buddha dreams about avoiding my face."

Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle before asking Shi Baiyun, "You said the Yumen High Priest was the Ancient Clan’s strongest High Priest twenty-three years ago—how many sticks of incense could he burn?"

"Eight sticks."

"Where is he now?"

"Vanished inexplicably, cutting ties with the Ancient Clan," Shi Baiyun replied. "The Hundred-Eyed High Priest tried countless methods to locate him, but all efforts failed. Still, the Hundred Eyes sensed that the Legend of the Hundred Spirits is somewhere in East Market Street, yet East Market Street is bizarre—he couldn’t discern exactly who it is."

Zhou Xuan realized this was due to the Fengshui Array in East Market Street. Earlier, the Array had been deactivated for fifteen minutes specifically to capture the four brothers—

had the Hundred Eyes checked during that time, he might have identified Mu Hua as the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

However, the Hundred Eyes was not a machine; he couldn’t monitor East Market Street twenty-four hours a day.

The conversation reached its conclusion, and Zhou Xuan had untangled the mysteries.

The Three-headed Stone Buddha’s tale of collective spiritual ascension, tattooed murders, the ambitious vision for the Jade Gate Divine Country—all of it ensnared the Ancient Clan’s psyche.

Beneath this grand facade, the Buddha’s true motives boiled down to two goals: to regenerate its own power with the Ancient Clan’s blood and flesh, and to use them to achieve its dream of summoning the "Mother of Hundred Demons."

"For the Buddha to pay such a high price to summon the Mother of Hundred Demons—it means her power must surpass that of the Great Heavenly King."

The Ginkgo Ancestor Tree, the Nuo God, and the Blood Well had all descended into Zhou Xuan, deploying a Heaven and Earth Prison and Time Cage in his body to kill the Great Heavenly King in one stroke.

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