Chapter 697: An Eternal Enemy
Chapter 698: Unless the Pale Dragon God Descends
Inside Black Moon City, no one was aware that the disturbance caused by the Refining God Tower had alerted all the Venerables in this entire planetary region to the anomaly in the far south.
The Holy Department, Li Dong Legion, Heavenly Revelation Knights, and other forces began to rush towards the area.
The purple mist waves, which had previously been repelled back into the inner city by the giant tower, surged like demonic smoke, rapidly engulfing the outer city.
At the same time, it swallowed the dark giant tower, with wisps of purple mist crazily seeping into it.
The lion-riding youth looked up at the sky-piercing tower before him and shook his head.
He had thought that the man and three women inside would surely find a way to resist the purple mist, but now it seemed he had been overthinking.
Although the tower’s origin was unknown, it did have the ability to slow down the purple mist’s infiltration, but it still couldn’t stop it.
Xia Feng’s use of this tower for defense was undoubtedly a self-imposed trap.
“Hey, rider of the lion, stop worrying about those doomed mice. Have you thought of a way to escape yet?” the Blood Ghost’s voice called out. The youth’s single eye coldly glanced over, about to say something.
The purple mist that filled the heavens and earth moved again. This time, instead of expanding, it converged towards the black sky-piercing tower, forming a terrifying, tornado-like vortex.
This also caused the purple mist in the remaining parts of the outer city to become thinner and thinner, eventually disappearing.
Fen Tian and the lion-riding youth immediately realized that Xia Feng and the other three inside the tower had not yet been corroded by the purple mist?
Furthermore, in order to corrode Xia Feng and his companions, Moro Saint Pastor had gathered all the purple mist, ignoring everyone else, and was using it specifically against Xia Feng.
“What’s going on?” Leng Xiu looked at the scene, confused and astonished.
Fen Cheng Yan Tong’s gaze was majestic, and he said in a deep voice, “It seems this sky-piercing black tower, even without a concept skill, can deal with that eerie purple mist. It’s indeed not simple.”
The lion-riding youth was startled and also frowned in surprise.
This Xia Feng had a truly tenacious life.
“Young Master, according to that person’s request, Xia Feng must die today,” the black-robed elder said in a deep voice. “Does this old servant need to take action personally to avoid further complications?”
The lion-riding youth turned the ring on the middle finger of his gloved hand, his single eye narrowed, and he quietly watched the sky-piercing tower covered by the purple tornado, speaking in a calm voice, “No need. Given the current situation, since Moro will help us deal with this person, why should we dirty our hands?”
In fact, Moro, who was far away in the Babel Tower, could hear the conversation between these two people.
Although Moro didn’t know the origin of the lion-riding youth’s faction, nor why the person behind the youth was targeting Xia Feng.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Moro stood calmly before a magnificent waterfall of stars, with endless dark void behind him.
“Old thing! You’d better give me a reasonable explanation!” An Xingjia could not remain calm. He was about to explode, his tired eyes, full of dark circles, burning with angry resentment.
He did know that Moro was planning something big, and even guessed that Moro wanted to help Red Moon seize the position of Main Palace.
But he never expected that Moro’s methods would be so sinister and bizarre.
An Xingjia looked below the clouds outside the tower, where nearly a million citizens were lined up in orderly fashion, forming tens of thousands of long queues, approaching the high tower from all directions, like a pilgrimage, or like a sacrifice of their own lives.
The strange scene below the clouds was secondary. What truly made An Xingjia shudder was the purple mist.
In this world, supernatural abilities were divided into three divine systems based on their origin: the Star God System, the Dragon God System, and the Nightmare God System.
This purple mist surprisingly possessed aura from all three divine systems. If it were anyone else, they naturally wouldn’t be able to sense the sinister nature of the purple mist, but An Xingjia’s abilities were special, and his perception was superior.
He could clearly sense the three divine natures within the purple mist, interacting with each other in harmony. It was a bizarre feeling of enemies who should have been in mortal combat, suddenly getting married and sharing intimacy.
Simply put, An Xingjia felt that the purple mist created by Moro Saint Pastor posed a threat of world destruction!
If this purple mist were allowed to run rampant through the Three Realms, not only the Human Race, but also the Nightmare Clan, and even the lingering old gods in the Astral Realm, would suffer!
“Seat An, please be patient.”
Moro’s blue flames, hidden beneath his hood, flickered, and a light laugh emanated, “I know what you are worried about, but as you can see, this mist has significant limitations. Corrupting a city is already its limit, and it can also be restrained by concept skills.”
With his hand in a blue glove under his robe, he pointed north with a sigh of helplessness, “Even that black tower has not been able to break through it yet.”
Hearing Moro’s explanation, An Xingjia frowned and nodded thoughtfully, but he didn’t believe a word of it.
He had already decided that once the mission was completed, he would report everything that happened in Black Moon City to his mother.
Whether to report it to the Council and the Four Pillars would depend on his mother’s wishes.
While contemplating, An Xingjia followed Moro’s direction and looked back at the sky-piercing tower opposite them, asking curiously, “What exactly is this tower?”
Moro was also very curious.
He could spread his spiritual sense throughout the entire city via the purple mist, but the black sky-piercing tower was like a bottomless pit, isolating the inside from the outside.
The purple mist seeped in, and only indistinct, blurred figures could be vaguely seen, leaning back to back. The rest was a bloody expanse.
It was likely this bloody substance that caused the purple mist to disappear without a trace after seeping in, and it couldn’t be retrieved, which was very strange.
However, Moro was not in a hurry, as he clearly sensed that the auras of two of the four people inside the tower were rapidly declining. Obviously, they had to pay a price to resist the purple mist and couldn’t hold on for much longer.
“So, your purpose is truly just to let the Red Moon Goddess descend?” An Xingjia asked doubtfully.
“Seat An, I have already explained this matter to you,” Moro replied.
“Then why are you so insistent on assimilating the thoughts of those two Saintesses?”
“It is because they bear the imprint of authority bestowed by the Black Moon.”
Moro said in a calm voice, “By assimilating their thoughts, we can reclaim the Black Moon Authority, and the Red Moon Goddess will be even more powerful when she descends to the mortal world.”
An Xingjia didn’t quite understand the logical connection. Why would assimilating the Saintesses’ thoughts allow the Black Moon Authority to be reclaimed? He had never heard of such a method for reclaiming authority.
He suspected that this old thing was deceiving him again.
An Xingjia was now skeptical of everything Moro said, always feeling that this sinister old man had other hidden, unspeakable motives.
However, he chose to believe Moro for now and continued to ask.
“You’re causing such a huge commotion just to let Red Moon seize the Main Palace Authority?”
An Xingjia narrowed his lazy eyes. “But as far as I know, the Twelve Palaces of the Astral Realm have long since made a divine pact. If a Sub Palace seizes the Authority of a Main Palace, other Star Gods have the responsibility to stop it. Aren’t you afraid of provoking Justice or Element?”
Moro’s blue flames beneath his hood flickered mysteriously, but he shook his head and smiled faintly with a hint of disdain:
“Unless the legendary Pale Dragon God descends, even the three Saint Star Gods appearing in person cannot stop what is happening today.”
