"Junior Brother, don’t bla . Zhou Xuan cannot be left alive. The trouble he’s caused is too great. Kill him, and then kill to avenge him. I’ll accept my punishnt."
Feng Moyan t Yuan Buyu, but the atmosphere lacked the sharp tension of drawn swords. Deep within his heart, he still cherished the camaraderie of being fellow disciples with Yuan Buyu.
Perhaps it was already more than just camaraderie.
"What trouble has my apprentice caused? For each action he’s taken, which hasn’t been just?" Yuan Buyu struck his gavel, creating a dreamscape.
"Junior Yuan, the world of Jing Country is like a tall tower, with various filthy secrets hidden inside. A ray of light shone into the tower, exposing the filth to the public. And so, this ray of light bore its own cri.
Zhou Xuan is that ray of light,
Let the filthy tower stay filthy—is that so bad? Let it rot and crumble on its own, follow nature’s course, for that is the Heavenly Dao.
Why try to cleanse the tower? Why defy the Heavenly Dao?"
Feng Moyan’s final words were almost roars, and as the echo faded, his figure suddenly vanished. The next instant, he reappeared behind Zhou Xuan, thrusting his folded fan toward the empty space two feet to Zhou Xuan’s right.
Though the strike wasn’t aid directly at him, Zhou Xuan felt an overwhelming threat. The Secret Realm’s four Human Brains wailed in unison, pushing his Perception to the extre.
Perception beca Divine Communication, spontaneously sensing danger. Perception instinctively initiated ergency evasion.
The Armored Horse was activated, and Zhou Xuan instantly teleported off the stage—yet his neck was grazed by the folded fan.
"Brother Feng, you saw through my dreamscape?"
Yuan Buyu struck his gavel three tis in succession, creating three layers of dreamscapes.
The first layer was a mountain cliff and endless shores, where a towering reef stood. If one entered the dream, they’d feel stuck, unable to advance or retreat, left stranded atop the cliff.
The second layer was a sea of marshes, an endless swamp where every step was exceedingly difficult.
The third layer was ten thousand miles of blazing flas; within it, one would feel scorching heat all around, as though engulfed in real fire.
These three layers of dreamscape were constructed by Yuan Buyu at the level of Seven Incense, without a single flaw and with sensations remarkably lifelike.
The perilous cliff prevented movent; thus, one could not move.
The muddy swamp made walking difficult; thus, one truly struggled to walk.
Such terrifying dreamscapes could even trap a Human World Demigod at Eight Incense, yet they couldn’t ensnare Mr. Feng, whose Incense had long since extinguished.
Within the three dreamscapes, he stepped swiftly, each step laden with profound aning.
His first two steps carried him past the mountain cliff; his next found the first footing within the swamp; then, with a final half-step, he escaped Yuan Buyu’s three-layered dreamscape entirely.
"Junior Brother, don’t forget—years ago, when our master withheld secrets, the skills you possess were taught by . Seven Incense dreamscapes may trap others, but they can’t trap , Feng Moyan."
Mr. Feng was now like a gust of wind.
Wind has no form, no substance; who can evade such a gust? And who can block it?
No one even knows from where the wind blows—no one, except Zhou Xuan.
Though Feng Moyan had escaped Yuan Buyu’s three-layered dreamscape with ease, it had consud several fleeting monts.
In those brief monts, Zhou Xuan wasted no ti, aligning his Human Brains’ Perception with his own, sending his Divine Soul on Night Travel.
The colossal soul born from Night Travel descended upon Feng Moyan, wrapping him tightly with dense Perception.
Perception infiltrates all gaps; even Mr. Feng could not hide his secrets in such limited ti.
"Inside his body is a mouth—a mouth that seems capable of devouring all things, carrying a potent Alien Ghost Buddha energy... That is Food Heaven."
Zhou Xuan had consud Buddha energy in the past, allowing him greater insight into Jing Country’s Buddha energy than the average person.
Thus, when Zhou Xuan sensed that great mouth, he fully realized that Feng Moyan was none other than the Hall Master of the kidnappers, connected to Alien Ghost Food Heaven.
However, there seed to be discrepancies.
Zhou Xuan had slain Lao Dao Bazi, the Hall Master of the forensic doctors. After Lao Dao Bazi’s death, his body contained no trace of Alien Ghosts.
Yet within Mr. Feng’s body, there was Food Heaven—did this an he was rely Food Heaven’s "foot"? Such a powerful Alien Ghost still needing a "foot"?
"Brother Feng, no wonder even after your Incense burned out, your combat abilities remained so formidable. It turns out you serve as Food Heaven’s foot."
Food Heaven has lived thirty years.
An Alien Ghost’s growth depends heavily on ti. A thirty-year-old Alien Ghost eludes capture by all major God Traveling Departnts. The extent of this Ghost’s Dao practice can only be imagined.
Now, Mr. Feng stood exposed by Zhou Xuan—he was Food Heaven’s foot.
The three individuals present had mixed feelings about this revelation.
Zhou Xuan simply found Mr. Feng a troubleso opponent and puzzled over why Food Heaven still required a foot.
The Painter was filled entirely with confusion. Being a Divine Office associate of the Bone Elder Association with extensive knowledge of mysticism,
he understood one key law about Alien Ghosts: newly-born Alien Ghosts have no mobility and need "feet."
By the ti an Alien Ghost reaches ten years or more, its power grows significantly, and typically it no longer needs "feet."
When an Alien Ghost reaches thirty years, its power surpasses Human World Seven Incense, becoming so overwhelming that "feet" should instead hinder its movent.
Why would Food Heaven, then, still require "feet"?
Yuan Buyu, however, wore an expression of deep gloom, seeming angry at Feng Moyan’s lack of conviction as he scolded, "Have you forgotten who in Ping Shui Prefecture, thirty years ago at Corridor River during the great drought disaster, stirred up the winds and caused havoc, leading to the death and ruin of your entire family?
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