The battlefield turned chaotic.
All of these unsealed nonhuman cultivators displayed astonishing prowess. Wherever the blue-haired nonhuman passed, a trail of water stains remained behind.
Each water stain entombed a cultivator of the Red Moon, but within the reflections, the buried Red Moon cultivators could be seen wailing in pain.
There was also the burly man from the Heavenly Ghost Race. His entire body rumbled with lightning and an area of lightning formed in the surroundings. As each descending lightning bolt, numerous arcs of lightning scattered, and each lightning arc transformed into a grim ghostly figure, controlled by him.
The more he killed, the more ferocious ghostly figures there were in his surroundings.
Among these unsealed cultivators, there was one whose methods were even stranger. He didn't resist any of the Red Moon cultivators' spells and attacks at all, allowing the enemy to kill him.
However, every time he died, the cultivators who attacked him would instantly die.
That nonhuman would manifest on those corpses, continuing to move forward and get killed.
The figures of the Moon Rebel Hall were equally astonishing. Their combat strength was extraordinary due to the augmentation and they weren't afraid of death. Every time they died, another statue would appear in the temple of the Moon Rebel Hall, walking out and joining the battlefield.
This was the might of the Moon Rebel Hall, a regional treasure!
The situation was reversed instantly.
Although the Red Moon cultivators weren't weak, those present here weren't enough for victory.
This was natural. After all… what they were facing now was the strongest group of people the Moon Rebel Hall had gathered over an era.
At that moment, in the center of the Moon Worship Region, there was a lake with an island in the center.
On the island, there was a huge statue in a kneeling posture. It looked so huge that it seemed like it was supporting the sky. There were many buildings around its feet. Compared to it, these buildings were like ants.
This statue was of Ruler Li Zihua!
There was a palace on his head that suppressed him at all times.
This palace was the Red Moon Divine Son's palace, and this was the headquarters of the Red Moon Shrine.
At that moment, in the Divine Son's palace, there was a person sitting upright on a huge chair.
This person had an indifferent expression and looked like a youth. His appearance was very similar to the statue outside.
His aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, indicating that he was injured. Moreover, from the traces of his injuries, they were formed by the attacks of the heir and Princess Mingmei.
His identity was obvious.
In front of him, an illusory scene flickered which showed the battlefield of the Bitter Life Mountain Range.
After watching for a long time, the adolescent impassively stood up and walked deeper into the palace. Step by step, he seemed to have walked through the void and into another world.
In that world, the sky was dim and there was a blood-colored lake on the ground.
The lake was eerily silent, and twelve corpses sat cross-legged on the lake's surface, each one alike to the young man.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that these corpses actually didn't have flesh and blood. Only a layer of skin was left.
They encircled the lake, forming a circle, resembling an creepy ritual.
However, there was an empty space within the circle.
It remained vacant until the young man walked onto the lake, arrived at the vacant spot, sat down cross-legged, and became the thirteenth corpse.
The ring was now complete.
A golden eye appeared in the sky, emitting a golden light that illuminated the lake. It also revealed the reflection of the 13 corpses on the surface of the lake.
The reflections were bizarre, not corresponding to their physical bodies. Among the thirteen reflections, there were eight males and five females, and their appearances matched the children of the ruler.
Among them were the Crown Prince, Princess Mingmei, and others, but all in their youthful days, as if these were the reflections of their past appearances.
All the brothers and sisters were here, except for the fourth son.
Vaguely, a strange voice echoed in this world.
"Once upon a time, there was a big doll, followed by a row of little dolls. Ten dolls, six, seven, eight, with red eyes and gray hair. Silent all day long, the older children saw and shouted, 'Kids, don't fear…"
"Until one day suddenly, the big doll got sick, the second doll looked, the third doll bought medicine, the fifth doll boiled, the sixth doll died, the seventh doll laughed, the eighth doll dug a hole, the ninth doll jumped, the tenth doll's tears fell on the ground. I went to ask him why he was crying…"
"The fourth doll is lost and won't come back!"
The surface of the lake gradually churned, as though something was slowly rising from the bottom of the lake.
A terrifying aura descended.
