Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 425 - 229: Memories of Corridor River

Mr. Feng no longer carried his former air of elegance and refinement at this moment,

He was the Hall Master of the kidnappers, and once a storyteller of the Seven Incense era, but in the end, he was a living, breathing human.

As a human, he had seven emotions and six desires,

When feelings of helplessness toward Zhou Xuan began to arise in his heart, fear found its way in,

The thought of escape overpowered all other considerations,

"When the wind tightens, you run."

On the Mingjiang Bridge, during the fierce battle with the painter over the lives of Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya, Mr. Feng abruptly turned away, kicked out fiercely, and his surroundings transformed,

He found himself standing before a murky, vast river. The river spanned tens of kilometers wide, its apricot-yellow waves obscured by the cover of night. As the river washed over the soil, it carried a faint scent of aquatic plants.

This river was the Yellow Origin River of Yellow Field Prefecture, whose boundless expanse had birthed countless Bitter Ghosts.

A faint strand of Bright Moon silk, drifting from an unknown distance, floated over the Yellow Origin River and unknowingly wrapped itself around Mr. Feng’s wrist.

At this moment, Mr. Feng had no time to attend to the subtle changes happening to his body, much like he had no time to appreciate the grandeur of the Yellow Origin River,

He stepped forward again, and in the next instant, his figure appeared in Jingchuan Prefecture.

Jingchuan Prefecture was a realm of towering mountains, imposing ranges, and ridges snake-like in their posture, lying still across the dense earth of Jingchuan.

Mr. Feng stood atop the summit of Yue Mountain, the tallest peak in Jingchuan Prefecture.

"Surely, he can’t be faster than me?"

Mr. Feng muttered to himself.

It had been many years since the Day Trip Realm had been seen in Jing Country. Even amongst the twenty-four God-level figures atop the Heavenly Dome, few could achieve a Day Trip.

Few people reached the Day Trip Realm, and even fewer had witnessed its speed. Mr. Feng knew little about the velocity of Zhou Xuan’s Divine Soul Day Trip,

He could only rely on his assumptions and repeatedly unleash his extreme speed, crossing multiple states to dodge Zhou Xuan’s pursuit.

"Crossing through one more prefecture might save my life."

Once more, Mr. Feng took a step forward, but before his figure completely vanished, another strand of Bright Moon silk coiled around his left ankle.

...

The Snow Plain Prefecture was shrouded in eternal white; snow was its reigning theme,

The snow-capped mountains of the prefecture remained frozen year-round, never thawing,

Standing atop Zhuanlun Snow Mountain, the most renowned peak in the Snow Plain Prefecture, Mr. Feng at last felt a glimmer of safety.

"Zhou Xuan, I truly underestimated you."

Mr. Feng had always been prone to underestimating opponents—a trait born of his temperament—but in the past, he had never faced consequences for doing so,

Again and again, his assassinations succeeded effortlessly, feeding him an illusion over time—the illusion that Human World No Distance meant invincibility within the human realm.

With Heaven and Earth Extreme Speed, killing had become easier for Mr. Feng than lighting a cigarette.

But this time—he paid dearly for his mistake.

"Mr. Feng, what’s stopping you from continuing to run?"

Zhou Xuan’s voice was colder than the snow of the Snow Mountain Prefecture itself,

Mr. Feng quivered involuntarily. He turned once more, ready to step away toward another state.

But the two strands of Bright Moon silk fulfilled their purpose, restraining him.

"How can he be faster than me?"

"It’s not that I’m faster—it’s that you’ve grown slower."

Zhou Xuan’s figure abruptly materialized in the skies above the Snow Plain Prefecture, his immense Divine Soul towering overhead like a colossal snow mountain.

Behind him, he carried the glowing Bright Moon, its radiant light illuminating the snow-capped ranges beneath.

"Mr. Feng, I doubt you’ll manage to leave again."

Zhou Xuan raised his hands skyward, the Bright Moon behind him ascending slowly until it hovered just above his palms,

The moon seemed as though it had been lifted by his hands.

"The Bright Moon carries the power to limit your extreme speed."

Zhou Xuan’s thoughts intertwined with the moon, causing the round celestial disk to emanate an awe-inspiring allure.

The moon flickered, shifting from dazzling white to a pale gray, as if breathing.

With every exhalation and inhalation, countless intricate, fine lines emerged within the Moon Disk,

These lines transformed into a torrent of threads that cascaded toward Mr. Feng, binding him as he tried once more to flee.

Mr. Feng’s hands, feet, and body were all ensnared by the Moon Silk. He kept running, faster than any ordinary man, but that was the limit of his speed.

The knee-deep snow became riddled with deep pits left by Mr. Feng’s frantic stomps. The threads of the Moon Disk created a swamp-like domain, making each step agonizingly difficult.

"Mr. Feng, if I were you, I’d stop running. No matter how far you flee, you can’t outrun my Bright Moon."

Zhou Xuan’s colossal Divine Soul held the Bright Moon with one hand high and the other low, pushing it forward,

Under his control, the Bright Moon turned ever faster, rolling rapidly toward Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng struggled to escape, but he was far too slow, and the Bright Moon was far too fast. In mere moments, it collided with his body.

Human and moon clashed, yet the moon broke apart first. After all, it was not the real moon but merely a mirrored image in the waters of Mingjiang.

"Snap!"

It was as though a sharp awl struck the heart of the moon; fissures spread rapidly across its surface,

Soon, they grew uncontrollable, the moon shattering entirely. Thousands upon thousands of fragments flew into the sky,

Forming a cage.

Though gaps existed between the fragments, they were filled by an invisible force.

"Mr. Feng, does this prison satisfy you?"

Zhou Xuan approached Mr. Feng, throwing a punch toward him.

Mr. Feng remained untouched, his body unscathed.

After all, he had once been of the Seven Incense rank; his physique was of the same caliber. In his current state as a Divine Soul, Zhou Xuan could interact with reality via Day Trip, but that did not grant him overwhelming destructive power.

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