Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1151 - 442: Fragrance Soul and Fire Spirit

The lure of flesh and blood made its den, causing the number of meat-chewing "formless spirits" to increase, while the surrounding sounds were no longer "laughter," but various ghostly wails and soul screams, incessantly echoing.

As the cries and shouts echoed, the air around was actually seeping out blood.

Within the butcher’s fifty-zhang radius, there were countless dense red silks spread all around.

Those red silks, like numerous tentacles, extended ceaselessly in all directions, busy with some unknown task.

However, Li Changxun saw through the mystery first.

After all, he was of the God-level under the Heavenly Dome; in terms of skill and technique, he might not be able to compete with Lu Xingzhou, but in terms of insight, he was undeniably ahead.

"Spilling blood and chopping flesh, to feast the Heaven and Earth."

Li Changxun said to Yun Ziliang and Zhou Xuan: "Master Ancestor, Great Sir, this butcher is using his own flesh and blood to feed the surrounding fragrant souls and fire spirits... This whole magic is called the ’Body Sacrifice Fire Stealing Ceremony.’

"Is this method sinister?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"It seems very sinister, but actually, it is not evil at all; on the contrary, it is our Jing Country’s authentic sacrificial skill."

Li Changxun explained.

Zhou Xuan blinked his eyes and said: "Such a bloody method is actually the authentic magic of our Jing Country?"

He felt like he needed to re-evaluate Jing Country thoroughly.

Li Changxun further explained to Zhou Xuan: "Jing Country’s Incense Fire Divine Dao has four attributes: blood, flesh, spirit, and Dao; except for ’Dao,’ the rest are all bloody matters."

"Great Sir, the source of our Jing Country’s incense power originates from somewhere not far, in every breath of air we take."

Li Changxun reached towards the sky and grabbed tightly, then bit his middle finger, letting the finger blood drip onto his fist, chanting in whispers,

Inside the fist, there seemed to be a living creature breathing, those droplets of blood on the finger gaps were absorbed, reaching the palm.

Once the blood dried up, Li Changxun opened his fist, revealing several twisting red bugs in varying fatness.

"Great Sir, did you see? These ’bugs’ float in the air, formless and substance-less; only flesh, blood, and divine words can make them manifest."

"These bugs vary in type; the long and thin ones are ’fire spirits’; the fat ones are ’fragrant souls.’ Fire spirits and fragrant souls make up the Incense Fire Divine Dao in the world."

Li Changxun explained: "Our perception, thus, controls these fire spirits and fragrant souls; each fire spirit and fragrant soul holds minimal energy but can’t match their vast numbers."

He glanced around and said: "Not to mention other places, just in my surroundings, there must be tens of billions of ’bugs’ lurking here.

The higher the incense fire level, the more fragrant souls and fire spirits can be controlled."

These words were profoundly enlightening to Zhou Xuan, who closed his eyes and focused silently, inadvertently using the Colorful Play Master’s "Unity with Heaven" technique, truly sensing the surrounding air coming alive,

countless tiny bugs crawling over his skin,

yet this crawling did not evoke disgust or discomfort in Zhou Xuan, but rather placed him in a wondrous forest, listening to the chirping, smelling floral, earthy scents, feeling entirely at ease and in harmony with nature.

In reality, only a few seconds passed, but in Zhou Xuan’s sensory perception, years seemed to have gone by,

his Colorful Play Master incense fire subtly advancing to burn the next inch.

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes and said to Li Changxun: "Thank you for the guidance, Mountain Ancestor; my understanding of the Incense Fire Divine Dao has deepened further."

Li Changxun responded with pride and said: "This Incense Fire Divine Dao, though seemingly mysterious, is essentially about ’knowing.’

If one doesn’t know, even gold and silver can’t exchange for it; if one knows it, it’s nothing remarkable, easy to comprehend."

Beside him, Lu Xingzhou, having grasped the magic skill, began his own breathing exercises, thanks to Zhou Xuan’s fortune,

as if not for Li Changxun’s fondness for Zhou Xuan, treating him as a genuine friend, he wouldn’t have exerted such effort to guide him.

The God-level insight, in Jing Country’s Divine Dao, is quite valuable, as mere words are treasures beyond exchange on Earth.

Yun Ziliang showed a "disciple reaching maturity" expression, gently patting Li Changxun’s shoulder, saying: "Changxun, this is the most useful thing you’ve done since escaping the Earth Abyss; this unworthy disciple still has some merit, Master Ancestor is pleased."

"Master Ancestor, let’s keep a low profile."

"That won’t do, you’ve made yourself useful; you must be high-profile." Yun Ziliang pointed to the butcher approaching Wancang Mountain and asked: "That butcher sacrificed his own flesh and blood in the Body Sacrifice Fire Stealing Ceremony, what is his purpose? If you’ve seen it clearly, tell us?"

Li Changxun crossed his arms and said: "Master Ancestor, this is the essence of ’Spilling blood and chopping flesh, to feast the Heaven and Earth.’

The essence lies in manipulating vast quantities of fire spirits and fragrant souls between Heaven and Earth to gain immense power,

and equally, through ’Fire Stealing Sacrifice,’ one can make agreements with these fire spirits and fragrant souls, preventing them from being controlled by outsiders."

"That Wancang Mountain, being an Evil Magic Taoist Sect, even more so requires the support of fire spirits and fragrant souls to empower its magic skills,

while that butcher made a pact with the fire spirits and fragrant souls within fifty zhang of him, making them immune to Wancang Mountain’s control,

thus, no matter the divine skills or Taoist techniques of Wancang Mountain, it could not employ any."