Chapter 671: Reverse Moon Master

Xu Qing was startled. He suspiciously looked at the hall's gate, then at the totem formed by the captain. His last memory was successfully devouring the Red Mother's phantom with the captain.

"After devouring it, why do I feel like I'm practicing the Intent of Oblivion?" Xu Qing narrowed his eyes, feeling his body, but found nothing amiss.

"Could it be..." As Xu Qing pondered, an incredible sound emanated from the small totem of the captain on the gate.

"No, Xiao A'Qing, I must have forgotten some memories. I've been affected. What kind of situation is this? No, I need to think this through. This is too terrifying!" the captain exclaimed.

"Senior Brother, don't think about it anymore." Xu Qing stood up and walked towards the gate, intending to push it open. But just as Xu Qing approached the gate, the captain's small totem suddenly burst with blue light, and countless low growls echoed within, shaking their souls.

The next instant, a red light appeared out of nowhere on the captain's totem, rapidly spreading and beginning to become paper-like.

"I-I-I remember! I'm cursed by the Red Mother! I shouldn't have remembered this! This isn't right, Xiao A'Qing, quick, quick, make me forget!!" After a moment of shock, the captain frantically tried to forget, his urgent voice filled with endless regret. Xu Qing's gaze also sharpened, a series of cracking sounds emanating from his mind. His expression changed, and he immediately sat down cross-legged, the Intent of Oblivion unfolding once more.

More than ten breaths later, Xu Qing opened his eyes, a look of understanding on his face.

On the gate, the small totem formed by the captain also opened and closed its eyes.

"Hmm, I feel like I've forgotten something. Interesting... Let me think carefully, I'm sure I can remember what happened! Let me think."

Xu Qing pondered, looked around, and then suddenly spoke, "Senior Brother, something isn't right about this. I must have activated the Intent of Oblivion, but it wouldn't have activated suddenly. There must be a reason."

"I must have wanted us to forget certain things, and if those things were remembered, it would lead to great horror."

"Therefore, I suggest you don't try to remember," Xu Qing said, standing up and placing his hand on the gate.

"Senior Brother, let's push this door open together."

The captain, within the small totem on the gate, was suspicious. After some thought, he agreed with Xu Qing's assessment. Although he was still curious about what had happened, he chose to suppress his curiosity.

"Alright, alright, I'll think about it later. First, let's open the door and become the Lord of the Anti-Moon."

The captain took a deep breath, and the small totem he had transformed into shone brightly.

Cooperating with Xu Qing, both simultaneously erupted with power, pushing open the door to the Anti-Moon Palace's highest hall, a door that had never been opened in this epoch.

The Lord of the Anti-Moon was about to appear.

At the same time, the crisis in Mount Kusheng reached a critical point. As the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation descended, the mountain range, now an isolated island in the sea of blood, was enveloped by the skin of the Mortal Transformation.

With each wriggle of the skin, it contracted inward, absorbing everything it touched—rocks, plants, all living beings—into itself, making them part of the human-like skin.

Under its devouring, nearly seventy percent of the vast Mount Kusheng had already vanished.

And the consumption continued.

On the sea of blood, the Red Moon cultivators fervently worshipped the Red Moon Hall Emperor, who remained expressionless. He wasn't gazing downwards but looking into the distance.

His focus wasn't here.

"Prince, aren't you going to appear yet?" the Red Moon Hall Emperor murmured to himself. Surrounding this place and slowly devouring Mount Kusheng was merely a setup to achieve his goal; he intended to use this place as bait to force the Prince and others to show themselves.

They were his main target.

Otherwise, for a mere Mount Kusheng, how could he possibly come in person and even deploy the Red Moon's full power?

"If you don't show up soon, this entire place will become the Lord's food!" the Hall Emperor sneered, his senses sweeping across all directions.

At this moment, within the three remaining tenths of Mount Kusheng, enveloped by the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation skin, all the cultivators had gathered.

Despair, exhaustion, confusion, helplessness... a myriad of negative emotions visibly surged among these cultivators.

They were tattered and gaunt, many having already expended all their cultivation.

Extremely weak now, they could only await death.

All their efforts were futile. Against the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation, even the Four Hall Masters were powerless.

They had tried, unleashing their full power to bombard this dim, human-skin world, but all their spells and divine abilities vanished without a ripple, like stones sinking into the sea.

Mortals were utterly incapable of resisting a deity.

Looking around, blood rain fell incessantly, and the ground was submerged, seemingly turned into a river of blood. People could only stand on the highest possible ground, while the strange essence grew increasingly potent. Many cultivators had already begun to mutate, howling in agony. Their comrades could only silently end their suffering, the only way to alleviate their pain.

The Four Hall Masters watched all this bitterly, closing their eyes. The feeling of wanting to struggle but being utterly ineffective plunged their resolute minds into an abyss.

Master Sheng Luo followed behind them, his face pale. He looked at the suffering cultivators around him, listening to their countless wails, utterly helpless.

Medicines were simply not enough for everyone. Among the crowd, the followers of Master Dan Jiu were also bitter, their faith on the verge of collapse.

They... ultimately had not found Dan Jiu. Now, the entire desert had become a sea of blood, and Mount Kusheng faced collapse. In a sense, the Dan Jiu they followed was either dead or not here.

"He's not here," the valiant woman, leader of the followers, sighed softly.

In the crowd, there was also a small area where Ling'er, Ning Yan, and others were present. The little chick, You Jing, and Old Ancestor Mogui were all around them.

And the pharmacy... had long been swallowed by the Mortal Transformation.

"Brother Xu Qing... where are you?" Ling'er's body trembled slightly, her face pale, murmuring in her heart.

Ning Yan was silent, Wu Jianwu was terrified. Every wriggle of the sky-curtain sent a tremor through the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment, a roar echoed from all directions as the Mortal Transformation skin contracted once more. Rocks disappeared everywhere, and vast areas were swallowed, making the overall scope smaller.

But resistance was useless. The Four Hall Masters flew out, striking at the sky. Among the cultivators, whoever still had strength gritted their teeth and launched full-powered attacks. Even if they couldn't shake it, they still had to fight at this moment.

Some cultivators, on the verge of mutation, chose not to have their comrades end their suffering. Instead, they ascended with a bitter smile, directly rushing towards the human-skin sky and self-detonating there.

Explosions rang out, conveying immense tragedy, yet the contraction of the human-skin continued. The rain grew heavier, submerging more areas. As for the grey wind that had been resisting the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation, little remained, emitting a whimpering sound.

It could only blow scattered gusts here and there. Only the terrifying swallowing sounds from the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation constantly echoed within this enveloped world.

Time passed in this despair. The area of Mount Kusheng grew smaller and smaller. When only ten percent remained, the Mortal Transformation's wriggling accelerated. Large mouths even appeared on the sky-curtain, drooling more bloody saliva, and the hunger intensified.

Along with this came even deeper despair.

"It's over," the Four Hall Masters said, spitting blood, letting out a bitter laugh. They clasped their hands in a bow, looking around with despair.

"Fellow Daoists, if there's a next life, I will still walk this path!"

"Gods are not eternal!" the Hall Master roared, his eyes showing firm resolve.

Hope endured through the ages. The remaining cultivators here struggled, letting out their last cries of life, as if all the persistence and regrets of this life would burst forth in these words. As their shouts echoed in all directions, the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation skin suddenly contracted, about to devour this final ten percent of the area.

But at this very moment, an anomaly arose!

A beam of light appeared out of nowhere within this world enveloped by the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation skin!

It shone without any warning, appearing suddenly, erupting suddenly.

It was a golden light. After appearing in mid-air, it rapidly expanded outwards, transforming into a sun in the blink of an eye, enveloping the entire area in its radiance.

When the blood rain touched the light, the sea of blood on the ground immediately boiled, was dispersed, and churned violently, rolling back with a roar.

At the same moment, the contraction of the Mortal Transformation skin was halted. This formless light transformed into a tangible support, pausing the contraction.

All the cultivators present were shaken to their core. The Four Hall Masters instinctively looked on, as did Ning Yan and others. Especially Ling'er, her expression showed excitement; her intuition told her that Brother Xu Qing was about to arrive.

Under the gaze of all, a colossal bronze door suddenly appeared within this light. So immense that it pierced the sky and stood firm on the ground, the moment it descended, terrifying waves of power boomed outwards from within, sweeping across all directions like an overwhelming tide.

The Red Mother's Mortal Transformation let out a roar, the earth trembled, and the external sea of blood churned with massive waves.

All cultivators of the Red Moon Divine Palace were shaken. The Hall Emperor, in particular, sharply turned his head, no longer looking into the distance for the Prince's figure, but at the Mortal Transformation. His expression changed.

"This aura??"

Simultaneously, all the cultivators of the Anti-Moon Palace within Mount Kusheng also changed. At this moment, endless ripples rose in their hearts, their eyes wide. A resonance from both their bodies and souls made them instantly recognize this door.

"This is... the door to the highest hall?"

"The Anti-Moon Palace's highest hall door actually appeared here? Isn't the Anti-Moon Palace sealed?"

"Could it be..."

Gasps, exclamations, and shouts of surprise filled the air at this moment, all eyes drawn to the enormous bronze door standing in mid-air, blocking the contraction of the Red Mother's Mortal Transformation skin.

It slowly began to open from the inside out!

Sounds like the murmuring of gods echoed from within the door, sweeping outwards. Instantly, the sky and earth changed color, and winds gathered.

All eyes of the beings present, filled with excitement and disbelief, saw two figures appear within the slowly opening door, amidst an endless blaze of light.

"The Lord of the Anti-Moon!" The Four Hall Masters were stunned into silence.

This voice was like a thunderclap.

It shattered the minds of everyone present.

At this moment, the entire Anti-Moon Great Domain trembled. A sense of revival exploded from the soil, from the mountains, from all things, and from all beings!