"Gong Zheng," this Heavenly Vault God Level, has an old conflict with Zhou Xuan. Their grudge runs deep, a Dharma Body was cut down by the Sixteenth Force.

After the Dharma Body was severed, "Gong Zheng's" strength will decline.

The Heavenly Dome is a place of fierce competition, and periodically, nine incenses from other spaces ascend to slay the Old Gods.

Which Old Gods will be slain? Naturally, it's those God-level with weak strength.

Now having lost a Dharma Body, "Gong Zheng" is in extreme peril of the "God Slayer Crisis,"

So he is quietly descending to the human world with the help of a blood sacrifice. Zhou Xuan considers two possibilities—first, to seek revenge for the grudge above the Heavenly Dome; second, to find a secret place to hide, avoiding the challenge from the powerful human-world nine incenses.

"No matter what, we can't let 'Gong Zheng' descend."

The Painter said.

A God-level descending through Daoist invocation has the strength of only eight incenses, at most reaching eight going on nine, which Mingjiang Prefecture's current strength of You Shen can fully withstand.

While a God-level descending through large-scale ritual, that's peak combat power in the form of above nine incenses.

Eight going on nine and nine incenses may seem only a fine line apart, but this line is worlds apart.

"If 'Gong Zheng' descends, it will be a very troublesome problem."

The Painter said.

Zhou Xuan did not respond immediately; he was assessing the risk of "Gong Zheng" descending in his mind.

"Young Master, I'll go seek King Xishan to end today's united blood sacrifice to prevent 'Gong Zheng' from descending, what do you think?"

"Let me ponder this a bit more."

After another moment of silence, Zhou Xuan said to the Painter: "'Gong Zheng,' this God-level, has both advantages and disadvantages whether he descends or not,

If he completes the descent, there are likewise advantages in descending."

"The advantages of descending mean?"

"This God-level from the heavens, once descended to the human world, then let's completely keep him here."

Zhou Xuan crossed his hands and said: "Just in time to replace with a new God-level for the Divine Arrow Hall."

"This..." The Painter thought to himself, this Young Master is indeed bold, already planning how to slay a God-level of nine incenses.

That is a God-level of nine incenses, possessing divine power, able to move mountains, control waters, call rain, raise winds, and also the tenth-layer means above nine incenses.

"It's not definite that Gong Zheng must be slain, I am assessing the risk."

Zhou Xuan pondered again, but in terms of assessing the risk of nine incenses, relying solely on solo imagination isn't feasible, a reference is needed.

Zhou Xuan chose Yun Ziliang as this reference.

Lao Yun wasn't at the shop at this point; he was vigorously playing in the Mahjong hall, so he placed a Divine Soul Day Trip to the Mahjong hall, calling Yun Ziliang back to the shop.

"Why go back, I'm on a lucky streak, might be about to win big today."

Yun Ziliang just won a round, a small stack of paper tickets was in front of him, counting today's earnings, already more than fifty bucks won, and if luck keeps improving, might win over a hundred bucks.

He was reluctant to leave.

"Gong Zheng is about to descend."

Zhou Xuan hinted.

That very sentence made Yun Ziliang push forward the newly arranged tiles.

"Lao Yun, what are you doing?"

"Just remembered, there's a matter at home, not playing anymore, I'll reimburse you three."

Yun Ziliang pulled out cash, reimbursed fifteen bucks to each, then stood up, calculated the tickets in hand, seven bucks more than upon arrival.

He waved, calling out to the smoke boy in the hall: "Maowa, come over."

Maowa ran over, asked: "Mr. Yun, what kind of cigarettes do you want?"

"No smoking, Mr. Yun won money today, feeling good, this is for you."

Yun Ziliang slapped the seven extra bucks onto the smoke tray against Maowa's chest, making the smoke boy beam with joy, calling out "Thank you, Mr. Yun, thank you, Mr. Yun."

"For your sweet talk, another buck for you."

Yun Ziliang slapped another buck on the tray, ensuring today turned into a loss, before he hurried out of the mahjong hall.

"Mahjong hall winnings should stay in the mahjong hall, not a cent goes home."

Yun Ziliang muttered.

…

At Zhou Family's Jingyi Shop, Yun Ziliang closed the door, asked Zhou Xuan: "You say 'Gong Zheng' is going to descend?"

"Indeed."

"Then you seek me for...?"

"I want to keep Gong Zheng in the human world." Zhou Xuan said: "However, the Painter and I are uncertain about the extent of combat power above nine incenses."

"So you are asking if gathering the You Shen of Mingjiang and Ping Shui could kill Gong Zheng?"

"Exactly."

Zhou Xuan agreed.

"The gap between eight going on nine and nine incenses is enormous."

Yun Ziliang started counting on his fingers: "In the two prefectures, those who are eight going on nine include Lord Jian, Music Master, Peng Sheng, and the Zhou Family siblings working together. Above eight incenses, there are Lord Jiu, Old Hua, Lady Hong Guan…Of course, Guan Niang might not come to help."

"There's another person at eight going on nine."

The Painter said: "The Lord of Mingjiang Yin Hall—King Xishan, he exited seclusion the other day."

"How does his combat compare to Lord Jian?"

"At least an even match."

"Five at eight going on nine, three above eight incenses…not enough…definitely not enough."

Yun Ziliang said: "The number is far lacking."

"Is nine incenses that strong?"

"When I was at my peak, with Hidden Dragon, the other halls needed at least ten sitting eight going on nine individuals to deal with me, which is two handfuls."

Yun Ziliang said: "But those ten people could only match me evenly, neither of us gaining the upper hand."

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