Chapter 699: Red Moon Human Embodiment
Seeing Moro’s confidence, An Xingjia couldn’t help but complain inwardly, “The Three Saint Star Gods are already dead, so of course they can’t stop you. As for the Pale Dragon God…”
Although the Black Moon Goddess was a ninth-order Heavenly God, according to the secret historical records of the Golden Sparrow Flower Family, this Heavenly God once served the Pale Dragon God as her Lord and was often by the Dragon God’s side, like a personal maid serving tea and pouring water. It was said that the Black Moon Goddess’s successful Star Position Devouring and her achievement as a Heavenly God were also aided by the Pale Dragon God’s divine grace. However, with the Pale Dragon God’s deep sleep and the end of the age of gods, the world only knew of the Black Moon Goddess, forgetting that there was once a Lord of the Heavenly Gods, and the Pale Dragon God’s fame had been forgotten by many.
As one of the Twelve Seats of the Golden Sparrow Flower Family, An Xingjia was naturally qualified to view the secrets of the age of gods and thus knew the relationship between the Black Moon Goddess and that great existence. Moro’s assured demeanor, stating that only the Pale Dragon God’s descent could possibly stop his plan, finally made An Xingjia abandon his idea of betraying Moro. Although his mission was to assist Moro, An Xingjia’s meager remaining conscience told him that if Moro were allowed to complete his unknown plan, it would inevitably lead to a great calamity. Therefore, if he could, he wouldn’t mind backstabbing Moro at a critical moment. But unfortunately, he had already set foot on Moro’s pirate ship, and there was no turning back. More importantly, it was impossible for Moro to be so unlucky that the great Pale Dragon God would awaken and descend to destroy his plan through unknown means. The probability of such a heaven-defying event was as impossible as the world ending today.
As An Xingjia mused, Moro Saint Pastor approached the Star River Waterfall. In front of the Star River Waterfall, a middle-aged woman in a pure white divine robe was suspended with her eyes closed, in a coma. This person was Miao Shi. Her ethereal soul was fluctuating unstably, her body separated from her physical form suspended in the air. The Red Moon Mark on her forehead grew brighter, and blood-red chains woven with complex divine patterns suddenly shot out from her forehead, chaining into the Star River Waterfall!
Moro thought Miao Shi would escape with Cha Nai Xue, but he didn’t expect this woman to be so sensible, giving up escape. Or perhaps, she had accepted her fate? This saved him a lot of trouble. Before becoming a Saint Pastor, Miao Shi was also a Black Moon Saintess, and her soul was qualified to become a passage for the Red Moon’s descent.
“Sovereign of All Below the Night, Goddess of Blood and Moon, may all praises and authority return to you.”
“Praise be to our Lord.”
Outside the Babel Tower, nearly a million citizens knelt in worship, praising the name of the God of Faith. More and more faith and the belief that the Red Moon should wield the Main Palace’s authority converged like countless light gold streams from all directions towards the Babel Tower, forming a vast and magnificent vortex. Throughout the empire, the Black Moon’s believers were the most numerous among the three religions, with at least a hundred million followers in each area. Of course, most of them were actually perverts who believed in the Black Moon solely because the Black Moon Saintess was beautiful, with less than 1% piety. However, even excluding these fake believers, the number of Black Moon followers was still the highest among the three religions. Therefore, the faith and wishes of the million followers in Black Moon City alone could not possibly cause the Main Palace and Sub Palace to change hands. Moreover, the change of hands between two palaces involved many complex conditions. The faith of believers was only one influencing factor; it was not enough for the Sub Palace to seize the Main Palace based solely on faith.
An Xingjia looked at the scene with confusion. “So, does Moro Saint Pastor intend to help the Red Moon seize the Main Palace position with just this?”
As massive amounts of faith converged on Miao Shi’s forehead and were fully absorbed, the blood-red chains integrated into the Star River Waterfall gleamed with golden light. As divine aura flowed, wisps of light red divine power drifted out from above the middle-aged woman’s spirit body, slowly condensing into the likeness of a little girl, about fourteen years old. The girl wore an exquisite Lolita red dress, white silk stockings, and small leather shoes. Her wavy chestnut hair was adorned with a wine-red beret. She suddenly opened her eyes! The scarlet color in her eye sockets slowly receded, shrinking into a pair of cold blood-red eyes, their gazes mysterious, as if from a long-forgotten ancient wilderness, filled with divinity.
“Lord God.” Moro immediately bent his knees and prostrated himself respectfully. An Xingjia’s expression turned solemn, and he also bowed slightly to show respect. The girl floating in the air suddenly stood up like a pen, her wavy chestnut hair fluttering as if in a breeze. Her cold blood-red eyes moved slightly, glancing at Moro, then looking up into the Void, her gaze seeming to penetrate endless obstacles and reach the sky above the outer city. Her childish voice was indifferent, filled with interest, “This tower… seems somewhat familiar.”
“Lord God, the two Saintesses are currently hiding in this tower, and the purple mist has been unable to break through.” Moro said respectfully in a deep voice, “Perhaps you will need to act personally.” Before he finished speaking, the Red Moon’s petite figure had already vanished. In the next instant, the petite figure was suspended in front of the towering, dark Babel Tower in the outer city. The girl’s appearance sent the Burning Angel Disciple and the Lion-riding youth in the distance into a state of alarm, their scalps tingling.
“Black Moon… No, it’s the Red Moon Goddess!” The old man in the black robe’s expression changed slightly. The youth standing with his hands behind his back on the lion’s head frowned. He thought Moro and the purple mist were troublesome enough. Now, a divine-level existence had appeared. Today’s events had far exceeded his expectations. It seemed he really had to call for reinforcements… As the youth pondered, the Burning Angel Disciples were frantically contacting the Heavenly Gift Great Calamity, not daring to show their heads. However, the little girl seemed to have no intention of paying attention to these ants. She merely stared at the tall tower with a hint of mysterious doubt in her blood-red eyes, as if trying to see through it.
Inside the tower. The four of them were also on high alert, Xia Feng’s nerves taut. “There’s no mistake, she is the Red Moon’s human embodiment,” Jiang Qiue said with a slight furrow of her delicate eyebrows, her ethereal beautiful eyes thoughtful. “After the age of gods ended, a barrier was placed between the Astral Realm and the Real World, significantly weakening the power of beings from the Twelve Palaces of the Astral Realm when descending to the Real World.” “This Red Moon human embodiment’s strength is roughly equivalent to that of a Dark Controller Sage, but with the blessing of a Godhead and many other means, she is basically invincible among those below the Spirit King level.” “Does this mean that only a Pillar State could deal with this Red Moon human embodiment?” “However… she hasn’t fully descended yet. Her comprehensive strength is actually only at the Sacred Realm level, but her profound divine aura makes her appear terrifying,” Jiang Qiue’s beautiful eyes flickered with light, her mind explaining. “She hasn’t fully descended yet?” Xia Feng asked doubtfully. The woman in the green dress nodded faintly. “This is probably why Moro targeted me and Cha Nai Xue. The Red Moon should be able to use some method to devour the Black Moon Authority Marks on me and Cha Nai Xue, thereby strengthening herself and achieving full descent.” Hearing Jiang Qiue’s explanation, Xia Feng sensed simultaneously. As the little Red Moon girl appeared outside the tower, the speed at which the surrounding purple mist surged into the tower suddenly doubled! This made the Blood Beast Mist Sea, which could have resisted for a long time, difficult to cope with. Xia Feng’s expression changed slightly.
