Chapter 679: Nine Suns Covering the Sky

The momentum gathered before war requires a single, decisive push; otherwise, it will inevitably wane and then exhaust itself. This was precisely the situation for the cultivators of the Anti-Moon Palace at this moment.

Prompted by the Crown Prince's words, Xu Qing's voice, and the Captain's fervor, tens of thousands of Anti-Moon Palace cultivators surged with overwhelming morale, their eyes resolute and sworn to fight to the death.

"Kill!" A roar, whose origin was unknown, quickly swept through everyone. Instinctively, they opened their mouths, unleashing howls from their souls, as if to vent all the pain and resentment of their lives in that single word.

At this moment, reason was irrelevant, and strategy paled in comparison to such a surge of momentum.

Everyone transformed into a desperate fighter, ready to unleash a bloody rampage.

The truth was clear: the Crimson Mother was about to arrive. This was already a death sentence, but now there was hope—the greatest hope in countless years.

Given this, even the most timid individual would find the courage to fight desperately.

Moreover, those who could enter the Anti-Moon Palace were inherently courageous, as the trials for joining had already eliminated many who lacked the necessary resolve.

The Bitter Life Mountain Range saw the sky and earth change color. The roars of the Anti-Moon cultivators swallowed mountains and rivers, shaking the heavens.

Seeing this, Xu Qing took a deep breath and stepped into the Anti-Moon Palace, entering its highest hall. The Captain moved in sync. The moment they entered, the Anti-Moon Mirror, which served as a celestial screen, began to glow.

A wave of spatial distortion erupted within it.

This was another ability of the Anti-Moon Palace, one only its master could wield, allowing for large-scale teleportation across the entire Moon Sacrificial Domain.

As the teleportation rumbled, the Captain's voice echoed from within the Anti-Moon Palace.

"All our ranks, to your positions!"

As the command spread, rows of Anti-Moon cultivators, disciplined and resolute, imbued with killing intent and determination, surged towards the Anti-Moon Palace. Among them were Li Xiaoshan, God Sparrow, and the unsealed cultivators.

As for the Crown Prince and his companions, they didn't need to enter the Anti-Moon Palace; for them, traveling anywhere within the domain was merely a thought away.

The ordinary cultivators of the Bitter Life Mountain Range were not required to participate in this war. Thus, under the watchful eyes of Ning Yan, Ling'er, and others, the sky rippled, and the Anti-Moon Mirror vanished instantly.

They were heading to the Plain of Repentance, to the headquarters of the Red Moon.

Speed was of the essence in warfare!

In the center of the Moon Sacrificial Domain lay the Plain of Repentance.

This vast plain stretched far and wide, devoid of any mountains or undulations. The ground was covered in crimson grass, which swayed in the wind, making the prairie ripple like a red sea.

At the heart of this plain was a vast lake.

Its waters were blood-red, emitting a strong sanguine odor, similar to the water of the Yin Sacrificial River. In the very center of this lake lay an island.

On it, a colossal, heaven-reaching giant was forcibly suppressed, kneeling. Although in a prostrate position, its immense body and profound aura still exuded a terrifying pressure.

At the giant's feet, numerous divine temples had been constructed on the island.

However, all of this was blurry and indistinct, shrouded in a veil of crimson light.

This light emanated from the heavens, from the Red Moon Star itself. From a distance, everything on the island appeared indistinct, enveloped by this red glow.

Furthermore, its color significantly differed from the outside.

While other areas had a light red hue, this place was specially saturated, intensely crimson.

Here, the sky and earth were crimson. Endless red light converged on the island, enveloping it in a blood-red curtain. The aura of the Crimson Mother was intensely strong here.

Moreover, this place was different from usual. Normally, the island would echo with sounds of worship and continuous hymns praising the Crimson Mother, but now... a profound silence reigned.

No sounds emanated from it; only the dense, deep red pervaded everything.

Just then, the sound of heavenly thunder boomed from the sky. The rumbling shattered the silence, creating endless echoes as the void twisted, as if a colossal entity was attempting to teleport into the deep crimson.

However, as the crimson light flared, the teleportation failed.

The next moment, in mid-air just outside the island, the Anti-Moon Mirror suddenly appeared, floating and rapidly expanding. Within its mirrored surface, gazes filled with astonishing killing intent fell upon the island, which was shrouded in deep crimson.

Beside it, the Crown Prince and his companions emerged from the void at that very moment. They too looked on, their expressions subtly changing.

"The aura of a deity..."

Old Ninth's expression turned cold. He suddenly raised his right hand, and a spectral longsword formed within it.

The sword was pitch-black, exuding an astonishingly ominous aura that darkened the heavens and earth.

With an impassive face, he swung his sword towards the deep crimson blood-curtain ahead.

As the sword swept forth, it stretched across the heavens and earth, as if it could cleave open the sky itself. The firmament trembled, stirring up endless storms, and the earth rumbled, suppressing the surrounding blood-lake, causing it to indent.

Finally, it struck the deep crimson blood-curtain.

The blood-curtain emitted a deafening sound, its internal crimson light fluctuating, becoming momentarily thin.

The power of a single sword stroke caused ripples in everyone's hearts.

But the next moment, as everyone peered through the thinned blood-curtain and saw the scene within, their expressions hardened.

Inside the blood-curtain, the Sovereign statue became clearer, revealing its full form, and around it... countless Red Moon cultivators.

The ground was empty. All the cultivators of the Red Moon headquarters were currently meditating cross-legged in mid-air, encircling the Sovereign statue as if guarding it.

They were densely packed, their numbers too vast to easily count at a glance.

The weakest among them were at the Nascent Soul stage, with many at the Spirit Repository stage, and numerous at the Reversion to Void stage. Most wore unified blood-red Red Moon divine robes.

The rescued Palace Sovereign was also among them, gazing through the blood-curtain at the approaching Anti-Moon Palace cultivators.

Other groups included allied clans and sects, all standing by in full readiness.

What they surrounded and protected was none other than the Crimson Mother's Mortal Transformation!

The Crimson Mother's Mortal Transformation had already unfurled, its grotesque body resembling a massive internal organ, engulfing the head of the Sovereign statue along with the Divine Son Palace within.

It was still wriggling and pulsating rhythmically, as if containing a beating heart.

Waves of divine aura continuously emanated from this Mortal Transformation. Coupled with its grotesque appearance and the pervasive blood-light, the entire scene was utterly eerie.

"It seems we arrived just in time," the Crown Prince observed grimly, gazing at the scene. "Fourth Brother is undergoing his deification ritual!"

At his words, the Anti-Moon Palace members grew even more solemn.

Inside the Anti-Moon Palace's highest hall, the Captain's eyes flickered, and Xu Qing frowned, as the trembling voice of the Adamantine Sect Patriarch echoed in his mind.

"Master, this isn't good. According to the stories I've read, typically, villains appear to stop the destined protagonist at their crucial moment of breakthrough."

"It seems we're playing the villains now. In all the stories I've read, the villains never succeed; the destined protagonists always break through at the critical moment and then go on a rampage..."

Xu Qing heard this and simply ignored it.

Meanwhile, outside, Old Eighth, who was beside the Crown Prince, impatiently spoke up.

"Big Brother, aren't you stating the obvious? Who can't see that? Why bother saying it? Let's just attack!"

As he spoke, he suddenly shot forward, instantly nearing the blood-curtain, and raised his right hand, clenching his fist.

The fluctuations of condensed divinity spread, a world formed, and with a roar, his fist descended.

Princess Mingmei's eyes flashed with killing intent. Taking a step forward, the River of Time instantly appeared, transforming into a long spear in her hand. With a fierce flick, the spear pierced through time, manifesting simultaneously from both past and present.

Fifth Granny closed her eyes, and above her head, rings of light ascended, expanding in circles to envelop the heavens and earth, then violently contracting, crushing down.

As for the Crown Prince, he glared at Old Eighth. With a wave of his hand, his aura erupted, and a nail flew out from within him.

This nail, with its heaven-shaking divine power, was precisely the Sovereign's Nail.

The moment it appeared, it stirred up destructive power, heading directly for the deep crimson blood-curtain. Wherever it passed, the void shattered.

And Old Ninth, without a word, stepped forward. Black longswords, each imbued with a lethal intent and shrouded in an ominous aura, materialized out of thin air around him. They continuously gathered, forming a torrential sword rain in the blink of an eye, sweeping overwhelmingly towards the deep crimson light.

Witnessing this, the Palace Sovereign within the deep crimson blood-curtain narrowed his eyes. He performed a hand seal and pointed, and instantly, all the surrounding Red Moon cultivators unleashed their cultivation, merging with the light curtain, bolstering it to resist the assault.

By all accounts, with five cultivators at the Condensed Divinity stage acting together, along with the Sovereign's Nail and Old Ninth's sharp sword, there was little defense in this world that could remain unbroken.

But the deep crimson light curtain of the Red Moon headquarters was different.

This light curtain was a divine formation created by the power of the Crimson Mother, imbued with her blessings. It was one of the Red Moon Divine Temple's core foundations, capable of blocking Condensed Divinity stage cultivators on an ordinary day, let alone now, with the Red Moon Star in the sky, everything empowered, and coupled with the cultivators within...

Thus, amidst world-shaking sounds, the deep crimson light curtain twisted, blocking Old Eighth's punch and withstanding Princess Mingmei's divine ability. Even Princess Mingmei's spear, though it passed through, only penetrated three inches.

The Sovereign's Nail similarly struggled, unable to truly break through.

Only Old Ninth's swords, finally converging, pierced through with a fierce thrust, slicing open a crack in the light curtain. Yet, in the blink of an eye, under the Crimson Mother's blessings, the deep crimson light curtain instantly restored itself.

All of this made the Crown Prince and others' expressions turn grim. It wasn't that they were weak, but against a divine empowerment, they couldn't breach it instantly.

At this moment, their respective cultivations flared up again. Old Ninth, especially, raised his hand, his entire body's ominous aura intensely surging. They were preparing to unleash their ultimate moves.

Just then, the Captain's laughter echoed from within the Anti-Moon Palace. His figure, stepping forward, also appeared in the sky.

"Grandpas and Grandmas, this small divine formation doesn't require your continued effort. I know this place too well. Let me handle it; I've been preparing for this for a long time."

"Watch me shatter this divine formation!"

The Captain's expression was arrogant, and he felt a thrill inside. He thought to himself that it was finally his turn to shine. Exuding high spirits, he raised his right hand and powerfully waved it towards the sky.

"Little Circles, Middle Circles, Big Circles, Little Squares, Big Squares, all Circles and Squares, heed my command, appear!"

As the Captain's voice rang out, the sky rumbled. One by one, artificial suns suddenly appeared above the clouds, five in total, varying in size, each distinct.

These included the two Xu Qing had seen by the shore on that day.

Moreover, from the distant horizon, three long rainbows appeared, revealing three more artificial suns, responding to the Captain's summons and traversing from other clans.

Eight suns materialized across the sky, shining in unison and burning simultaneously.

Instantly, the wind and clouds shifted colors, and the entire world abruptly brightened.

"The very first thing I did when I came to the Moon Sacrificial Domain was collect suns. All of this was for today!"

The Captain, with an arrogant expression, let out a loud roar.

"Little Junior Brother, lend me the sun from your waist!"

Xu Qing's figure emerged from the Anti-Moon Palace. He gazed at the eight suns in the sky, then, without hesitation, directly removed the iron ball from his waist and threw it towards the sky.

As the iron ball was removed, Xu Qing's aura rumbled, and a burst of power erupted. The feeling of lightness that permeated his entire being made his eyes shine brightly.

Once airborne, the iron ball immediately joined the other eight suns in the sky, encircling them. It instantly ignited, and at that moment, its light surpassed the brightness of all the others combined.

The Captain's eyes gleamed with triumph. He raised his hand and waved again, and a strand of hair flew out, streaking towards the sky.

This strand of hair was precisely the Hair of the High God. It grew larger and larger in mid-air, eventually piercing through all nine suns, connecting them together to form a Nine-Sun Ring.

This terrifying ring overshadowed the crimson light of the heavens above and buried the deep red of the Red Moon below.

In an instant, it erupted!