105: Chapter 101 Heavenly God’s Fire 105: Chapter 101 Heavenly God’s Fire The ancestral mask felt utterly humiliated, but humiliation was not all it had to endure.
The pressure from Zhou Xuan’s foot initially felt heavy to the mask, but it gradually grew so intense that it struggled to breathe under the weight.
Even so, the pressure did not relent.
The river’s surface was not the usual gentle texture; it was as hard as iron, bearing the mask and absorbing every ounce of force from Zhou Xuan’s foot.
“Crack!”
The persistent pressure on the mask’s surface caused a few fine cracks to appear.
The balance of internal stress within the mask was shattered by the appearance of the cracks, and as the force seeped in, the shattering accelerated, the cracks widened and multiplied until it broke completely,
shattering into pieces of dead wood that floated away along the river.
“Zhou Xuan, we are the ancestors of the Zhou Family…
you’re stepping on us…”
“Crash!”
The second mask was crushed under Zhou Xuan’s foot before it could finish its words.
Zhou Xuan crossed the river by stepping over the masks, breaking six of them in the process,
“Enough!”
A roar sounded within Zhou Xuan’s Divine Revelation Secret Realm, like the low growl of a ferocious beast amidst the heavens and earth.
“Not enough!”
Zhou Xuan ignored the obstructing sounds in the secret realm, continuing to cross the river and crush the ancestral masks.
Of the twenty-five masks, only three remained.
“Enough!”
The voice echoed again from the secret realm, accompanied by the Black Water churning with huge waves, as if the God was angry.
“Not enough!”
Zhou Xuan recalled the words exchanged by the masks that he heard in the coffin.
“We must devour Zhou Lingyi’s Sukuna Power, strip her of her position as Class Leader.”
Rembering these words, Zhou Xuan’s fury surged to the extre, and he was determined to vent it all upon the ancestral masks.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
The final three masks were simultaneously crushed,
The secret realm fell silent, quiet.
The massive waves of the Black Water vanished, and even the surface did not ripple.
For Zhou Xuan, who had crushed all the ancestral masks, the God’s anger in the secret realm dissipated instantly, or perhaps, there had never been any real anger at all.
Zhou Xuan did not linger, lightly crossing what remained of the mask bridge across the river.
At the mont he reached the riverbank,
Zhou Xuan felt a sense of renewal, like being bathed in the spring breeze.
He was blessed by the Feng Shui energy of the ancestral tomb and looked back, only to see no one across the river—
the air turned yellowish, with everything viewed through a strange frosted texture.
Standing in front of the Ancestor Tomb, he felt as if he had stepped into another dinsion, yet this dinsion showed no sign of life.
At that mont, he heard his “Bi Fang” mask at his waist flapping in the wind.
Reaching with his right hand to grab it, the mask fitted itself to his face without being touched.
Zhou Xuan drew his right hand forward, and the mask spun several tis in his palm before coming to rest.
He gently placed the mask on his face, and instantly, the world he saw changed.
He saw a thin old man lying in a dilapidated temple, dozing, when suddenly, a ball of fire floated into the temple and stopped at the man’s brow.
“The storyteller Bi Fang,
The Alien Ghosts extinguished almost all the fires in the world,
they intend to bring the darkness of eternal night upon the human world,
“Take it, take the continent’s last spark, and announce to the world that the Heavenly God has not truly died,
tell them, with blood and flesh, spirit and path, using the Heavenly God’s aura scattered across the human world, to birth new Gods.
The new Gods will roam every corner of the world, hunt the Alien Ghosts, and seek the head of the Ancient Buddha, to rekindle the world’s fire.”
The fire gently imprinted itself on Bi Fang’s brow.
With this spark, Bi Fang beca the first You Shen in the world, capable of creating dreams to transmit the thod of God’s birth to the world.
The Witch God Temple, upon receiving Bi Fang’s dream, severed the emotional threads of Witches, linked them with the Heavenly God Aura in their dreams, birthing the “Witches.”
The Ancient Moon Taoist Temple, through the visualization of Bi Fang’s dream, carved Daoist Talismans on the human body, linking with the Heavenly God Aura, birthing the “Mysterious Sect.”
As the Bone Elder, wielding the world’s authority, splashed blood upon every temple, with Wish Power resonating with the blood, attracting the descent of the Heavenly God Aura.
The “City God” was nurtured and born in the blood.
With Bi Fang’s dream, the first group of You Shen continuously erged in the world, “Dun Jia,” “Gu God,” “Heavenly Eye”…
The mission of You Shen, from the mont of birth, was fixed, to hunt Alien Ghosts, find the head of the Ancient Buddha, and rekindle the world’s fire.
The oldest segnt of history, through Zhou Xuan wearing the “Bi Fang” mask, was made clear to him.
“So, this is how the Divine People ca to be.”
Zhou Xuan had previously asked Yuan Buyu what divine revelation the storyteller received, and now he knew.
The God in the secret realm guided him to the ancestral tomb, intending to use the Feng Shui energy as support, to wear the mask, and understand this once-hidden history from Bi Fang’s perspective,
“Was the head of the Ancient Buddha found?
Jing Country is at peace now, the world’s fire should be rekindled, right?”
…
“It hasn’t been found, nor truly rekindled.”
Zhou Lingyi answered.
The siblings lay on reclining chairs under the Ancestor Tree, chatting leisurely, with Yuan Buyu also there, though his spirit was waning, nodding off at tis.
With her brother resurrected, and the ancestral masks crushed, Zhou Lingyi found herself unusually relaxed.
She said to Zhou Xuan, “The Ancient Buddha’s head has never been found.
If it had been, the Alien Ghosts wouldn’t have appeared.”
The Alien Ghosts of Jing Country first erged when a creature with the body of a ram and the head of a man stole the Ancient Buddha’s head.
“What does the world’s fire refer to then?”
“The original nine Heavenly Gods of Jing Country.”
Zhou Lingyi said, “The force that first protected Jing Country was the Heavenly Gods and the Ancient Buddha.
The Ancient Buddha’s head was stolen, the fire of the nine Heavenly Gods was extinguished by the Alien Ghosts, and the world was shrouded in darkness.
If the fire is rekindled, then the Heavenly Gods will resurrect, just like you did.”
As she explained the “fire,” she also teasingly chided Zhou Xuan a bit.
Zhou Xuan smiled, took a sip of tea, and said, “So, in truth, none of the current Gods are truly Heavenly Gods, but rely people borrowing the Heavenly Gods’ power?”
“Not entirely.”
Zhou Lingyi said.
“Um…”
“The Nuo God is one of the nine Heavenly Gods.” Zhou Lingyi said, “The Nuo God never truly perished; he rely lost his vessel, but his spirit, consciousness, and aura remain, only dormant.”
Speaking of the Nuo God,
Zhou Xuan found himself with many doubts.
He asked his sister, “Is my right hand what you say is the Nuo God’s right hand?”
“The Nuo God helped you reconstruct your body and gave you a part of his aura, making you different from the other Nuodai.”
Zhou Lingyi said, “The other Nuodai were chosen by the ancestors and then attempted to connect with the Nuo God, sent into the Sukuna Secret Realm to beco Nuodai.
I’ve told you before, the link between the Nuo God and the Nuodai can be of various relationships, but never one of tenderness, as such links are not strong!
However, you were chosen simultaneously by the Ancestor Tree and the Nuo God.
This link is very strong!
You can be considered an incarnation of the Nuo God in the human world.
Therefore, you received the true power of the Nuo God, although for now, it’s just one hand.”
Zhou Lingyi also said, “I don’t know if when you reach the three incense level, you will continue to receive more of the Nuo God’s aura—if you can, then it would an…”
“an what?”
“When your Incense Fire Level is high enough, you will beco the true Nuo God, but that may not necessarily be a good thing…”
Zhou Lingyi sighed and said, “The Nuo God has his own thoughts, and if you truly beco the Nuo God, then whether you will remain yourself or beco the Nuo God is uncertain.”
Zhou Xuan understood the implication.
Perhaps the Nuo God intended to resurrect through his own body…
“It’s just a hypothesis; the Nuo God is an upside-down deity; his thoughts are unpredictable.
However, you must climb the Incense Fire Level quickly, not only to pursue greater power but also to avoid becoming food for Nuodai…” Zhou Lingyi said.
“Food?”
“Yes.”
Zhou Lingyi said, “In our Zhou Family, becoming a Nuodai is a great accomplishnt, allowing one to dance with the Gods, and not becoming one is also beneficial, granting longevity,
I never understood why the Nuodai’s incense fire escalation was so difficult until you told , and now I understand,
Rising to the level of nine incense requires passing through nine altars, each altar’s cultivation thod vastly different; mastering one is already extraordinarily difficult, mastering nine is beyond asure,
As long as a Nuodai’s cultivation stagnates, the Nuo God loses patience and consus them as food, leaving only the Nuomian worn at their last incense level.
A Divine Person who has mastered skills from multiple altars is naturally powerful, but due to the difficulty of cultivation, the Zhou Family’s Nuodai has never produced a figure with a high Incense Fire Level,
You were chosen by the Nuo God, so his patience with you is sowhat greater, but not overly so.
The Nuo God likes only strong individuals and dislikes cowardly, useless, unambitious people.”
With his sister’s explanation, Zhou Xuan understood why the Nuo God initially tried to stop him from stepping on the ancestral masks, but upon ignoring the Nuo God’s warning and crushing all the masks, the Nuo God beca calm.
It seed that was also a test from the Nuo God—to see if Zhou Xuan was an obedient coward.
“Domination, madness, ruthlessness, without these qualities, the Nuo God can’t be impressed.”
Zhou Lingyi said.
“Raise your Incense Fire Level!” Zhou Xuan thought—the reason the Nuo God chose him, whether it was to revive through his body or sothing else, was not a question he needed to delve into now.
He was still too weak, far from that day coming.
The imdiate priority was to elevate the Incense Fire Level and not beco food for the Nuo God.
But speaking of elevation, he found no clear path.
“I’m not sure which altar to cultivate for my second incense.” Zhou Xuan thought that since the secret realm’s second incense had already been lit, it certainly wasn’t up to him to find the second altar for cultivation, it must involve so other opportunity.
Only, he lacked a clear entry point for this opportunity.
Zhou Lingyi suggested to Zhou Xuan, “ditate more in the secret realm.
Opportunities will appear more quickly because of your ditation.”
“Then I’ll go ditate now.”
Zhou Xuan lay on the reclining chair, closed his eyes, and, accompanied by the gentle sunshine, entered into ditation in the secret realm.
He felt so curiosity about his right hand; if it was the Nuo God’s right hand, it must be extraordinary, right?
What was its divine nature?
However, unraveling that mystery was not more urgent than finding the opportunity for the second incense altar…
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