Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Chapter 1400 - 522: Hidden Dragon Ascends to the Heavens

The voice of the human skin grew ever more chilling, while Yun Ziyi snarled in fury, "Stop it, don’t say another word!""What... you dare to do, but don’t allow others to speak ill?"

"I’ll rip your mouth apart..."

In his extreme anger, Yun Ziyi unexpectedly engaged in self-mutilation. His two hands hooked the corners of his own mouth, then violently pulled.

The force was so great that he instantly tore the corners of the human skin’s mouth.

The human skin had no flesh or blood, the cracks were filled with purple scars, and Qingping Daoist’s voice vanished, replaced by the sound of painful gasping and wheezing.

His gaze, like a plea, turned toward Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan understood and waved his hand to signal Li Changxun. Li Shanzu immediately stirred up a strong wind to bind Yun Ziyi’s hands, attempting to pull him away.

"In the end, still merciful, Mountain Ancestor."

Zhou Xuan sighed, and immediately summoned the Sword Spirit of Wuwen Mountain from the Secret Realm.

The Sword Spirit transformed into the shape of a Black Gold Saber, and Zhou Xuan swung it fiercely.

Blade light flashed,

Mr. Nayan’s hands were severed, his upper arms pulled to the sides by inertia, while his two palms, like two ugly toads, stuck to the face of the human skin.

Mr. Nayan looked incredulously at the severed wrist, then at Zhou Xuan with disbelief.

"You... you dare to cut me? I belong to the Heavenly Fire Clan."

"Whatever clan you belong to is useless now," the human skin shouted at Mr. Nayan. "Don’t you understand yet? This Mr. Zhou deliberately let you see Danzi because he’s certain you can’t leave the ’Returning Ruins’."

"In other words—at the moment Danzi appeared, you were already dead."

Qingping Daoist, in the form of human skin, was much more astute than Mr. Nayan.

"You’re clever, but now that Mr. Nayan has no way to live, how will you manage to survive?"

Zhou Xuan asked Qingping Daoist.

"Heh... during the Hidden Dragon Mountain disaster three hundred years ago, Qingping Daoist was already dead. The current Qingping is just an Evil Ghost clinging on."

"Life or death, what difference does it make to me... what difference does it make?"

Qingping Daoist fell into madness, and after the three-hundred-year-old repression broke free in his ’hysteria,’ his spirit finally began to wane.

He raised his head, his gaze gradually calming, and said softly, "I only seek release. If possible, Mr. Zhou, banish both of us to the depths of the Returning Ruins."

"Within the Returning Ruins Space, there is no true life or death. One moment dead, the next alive, an endless torment. I will transform into a ghost claiming life, eternally haunting Yun Ziyi."

Qingping Daoist’s hatred for Yun Ziyi was evidently deep; even in mutual destruction, he would become Yun Ziyi’s eternal curse.

"Since the hatred between you two runs so deep, let’s separate you for now, to avoid further slaughter."

Zhou Xuan donned the ’Taoist Ancestor Mask’ and performed the ’Saint’s Infinite.’ The surrounding strong winds were encased, mixed with immense power, tearing off the human skin from Yun Ziyi.

This sheath-like vessel of the Taoist was completely peeled away by Zhou Xuan.

And Mr. Nayan’s plump maggot form was finally revealed.

The maggot bore countless purple flesh buds, with the two largest budding into his arms, now partially severed by Zhou Xuan.

Li Changxun nodded at the sight of this writhing, gigantic maggot and said, "This is the Mr. Nayan I recognize."

"This is not Mr. Nayan; this worm was originally my body. It was he who stole my body."

Qingping Taoist cried out in pain.

Zhou Xuan asked, "The two of you seem to have a lot of entanglement. If I ask Yun Ziyi, he definitely wouldn’t say. Go ahead, tell me, explain what happened back then."

"What happened back then was simplistically simple."

Qingping Daoist cast a glance at Yun Ziyi, then looked at Yun Ziliang. "Master Yuan, during the Hidden Dragon Mountain, there shouldn’t have been such a massacre."

"Are you talking about the Bloodbath Night of Hidden Dragon Mountain?"

"Indeed."

Qingping Daoist nodded and said, "Do you know who was behind the scenes of the massacre at Hidden Dragon Mountain that killed thousands of disciples?"

"Zoroastrianism," Yun Ziliang immediately stated the answer.

"It was not Zoroastrianism."

Qingping Daoist said, "Zoroastrianism was secretly supported by the Heavenly Dome, hiding in various spaces of Jing Country under the auspices of their sect leader. They carried out a task."

"What task?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"To nurture a Heavenly God Level being belonging to the Heavenly Dome, and this Heavenly God Level must be the strongest, stronger than the Nuo God, so strong that even the Tao Ancestor personally arriving might not be his adversary."

Qingping Daoist gazed toward the far reaches of the Returning Ruins, as if a colossal Xianhuo Heavenly God Level stood there.

"But alas, now the Sky Dome Heavenly Fire Clan has become mind-addled by elixirs, increasing production every day, concocting those maddening elixirs."

"Elixirs, elixirs... For those colorful pills, the Heavenly Dome seems to have forgotten about nurturing the Xianhuo Heavenly God."

"This Heavenly God may never descend into the human world of Jing Country."

His prolonged sighs and laments did not interest Zhou Xuan. He simply asked, "Why are you so sure that the ones who killed the disciples of Hidden Dragon Mountain were not from Zoroastrianism?"

"At that time, Zoroastrianism was still establishing fire pits in the human world, laboring day and night. How could they have time to create such a monstrous massacre in the Nine Prefectures of Jing Country?"