The mountains are all ink-colored.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. 
The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.
To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.
This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.
What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?
Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'
The Zhou Family Troupe,
is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"Feet, walker? So the Alien Ghost needs the Big Belly Monk to roam the human world? If Alien Ghosts are on par with gods, why rely on humans to walk?"


Yuan Buyu nodded solemnly and said, "It's necessary, like humans, Alien Ghosts also go through a phase when they babble like infants. A newborn Alien Ghost has its innate magic, but it's too weak and needs someone to feed and protect it until it slowly grows.


Once the Alien Ghost matures, it might be dissatisfied with its initial walker and look for a new one."


Zhou Xuan understood. The pair of glowing red eyes watching the villagers in the forest, in the blood sacrifice memories of the Earth Temple, were not of the Big Belly Monk but those of the Alien Ghost.


Chapter 36 Blood Well