Chapter 638: Chapter 292 Stirring the Wind and Summoning the Rain
Zhou Xuan gazed at his Mirror World, deeply astonished.
According to his understanding of the Mirror of Clarity, every incense fire cultivation disciple in Jing Country could condense their own Mirror of Clarity.
In other words, each disciple possessed their own Mirror World.
The Mirror World was akin to countless isolated islands, existing solely within the mirrors, scattered amongst the populace.
But now, he understood—these worlds were not truly isolated; they were entirely capable of being connected.
“Based on my prediction, the world within the Mirror of Clarity is not an illusion, but a space more real than the tangible reality of Jing Country.”
“Zhou Xuan, you might be the one born from the Mirror World itself.”
Not long ago, the God of Suffering’s prophecy had felt like a cryptic dream, yet now it leaned toward becoming reality.
“It seems the God of Suffering’s prediction carries a certain credibility.”
Peng Sheng and the Music Master, uplifted by two isolated islands within the Mirror World, encountered Zhou Xuan. They cupped their hands and bowed in greeting.
However, as soon as the name “Young Master” left their lips, they fell silent.
In the Mirror World, Zhou Xuan’s aura was overwhelmingly terrifying.
Even though neither of them had studied the Feng Shui Taoist “Qi Observation Method,” they could plainly see Zhou Xuan’s figure enveloped in golden energy.
The dense energy transformed into billions of golden threads, spreading outward to connect with the earth, mountains, rivers, and sky.
In their eyes, Zhou Xuan appeared to be the very root of this world.
These golden threads resembled innumerable roots connecting heaven and earth, mountains and rivers.
For a moment, the two were entranced. They could no longer discern whether this Mirror World was channeling vast energy to Zhou Xuan through these infinite roots, Find the newest release on novel⦿fire.net
or whether Zhou Xuan was using the roots as conduits to create this world.
Who was the root, and who the source?
Who was cause, and who effect?
Even with their extraordinary vision, Peng Sheng and the Music Master found it impossible to approach the truth.
But one thing was certain—
Zhou Xuan possessed the supreme will of this realm.
This “supreme will” might have emerged from Zhou Xuan himself, or perhaps he was merely its chosen representative.
Regardless of the answer, the title “Young Master” could no longer accurately define Zhou Xuan within this Mirror World.
“‘Lord,’ your devoted believers stand upon this solitary island of earth, offering their most sincere prayers to you.”
“The world is one with you. I only beg for the honor to serve as steward of a fragment of your domain.”
Peng Sheng and the Music Master displayed a fervent reverence unique to true believers as they recited prayers fluently.
Similar prayers had long been ingrained in their hearts.
Peng Sheng, a Peach Blossom Witch of the Tattoo Tree Clan, constantly worshiped the Ancestor Tree day and night, treating the “Witch God”—one of the four great Heavenly Sovereigns—as the supreme faith of the Tree Clan.
The Music Master, meanwhile, had served for years as the second Divine Office of the Bone Elder Association.
The principles and creed of the Bone Elder Association had remained unchanged over time—seek out the “God of Suffering” and revive Him.
For both of them, prayers had long been part of their daily practice; addressing these prayers to Zhou Xuan at this moment felt utterly natural.
“I accept your prayers.”
Within Zhou Xuan’s body seemed to reside an intention as vast as heaven and earth, as distant as the ends of the sky and sea.
This will was the force that elevated Zhou Xuan into the state of clarity, making every movement of his no longer resemble the ordinary Zhou Xuan.
His voice carried a cold indifference but bore an immense pressure that endowed his seemingly small figure with a commanding presence.
Yet this strange and extraordinary sense of superiority felt entirely natural to Peng Sheng and the Music Master.
Both of them had a profound feeling that Zhou Xuan within the Mirror of Clarity was meant to be elevated above all, while they, by comparison, were insignificant beings whose only recourse was to kneel, prostrate, and offer fervent devotion.
Both dropped to their knees simultaneously, bodies flattened, foreheads pressed against the ground, awaiting Zhou Xuan’s next blessing.
“In the chaos of creation, nine Ancestor Trees emerged into the world. Over billions of years, their towering trunks supported the Heavenly Dome, dividing heaven from earth.
The nine Ancestor Trees became the nine pillars of the universe.
Among these nine, all except for the Zhou Family Willow Tree offered their branches and leaves to become divine statuses.
Those who gained divine status were the Gods of this land.”
Zhou Xuan, as though carried by the “supreme will,” recounted a myth akin to Genesis in booming authority.
“You two, having arrived in this domain and paying homage to me, I shall bestow divine status upon you,
You shall become the Gods ordained by me through divine status.”
At these words, Zhou Xuan’s figure suddenly expanded, towering like a majestic mountain.
The countless roots connecting him to heaven and earth intertwined, forming a giant hand of vines that reached into his body.
When the massive hand withdrew, it clutched a beating heart.
The hand raised the heart above Peng Sheng and the Music Master’s heads. The heart then burst apart, its pumping blood raining down like a heavenly deluge.
Amid this blood rain, the Music Master heard the collective voices of countless individuals arduously reciting the Taoist Scripture.
The incense fire of the Bone Elder Association consisted of both Tao and blood, yet Tao always preceded blood.
Ultimately, the Bone Elders closely resembled the Taoists.