The strong wind whimpered, echoing on the desolate land of the Moon Festival Territory, turning into a tragic melody, seeming to be telling the story of the distant past.

The wind and sand were stirred up and filled the sky and the earth, blending together with the dim sky. It was impossible to distinguish one from the other. Only a long motorcade could be vaguely seen, moving forward in this haze.

The convoy consisted of huge iron cages, inside which countless Mirror Shadow Tribes and Sky Face Tribes were shrouded in despair.

In front of them, two people were sitting, an age apart from each other.

There is a mask on the old man's face, and the same is true on the young man's face.

The expression of this mask is very exaggerated, showing persistence and piety, as if it is always worshiping.

"Those who offer sacrifices to the Red Moon Temple need to wear this mask. This is a ritual prescribed by the temple and is also the qualification for sacrifice. Fortunately, I have done this kind of thing in my early years and have the status."

"As for the destruction of the alliance between the two tribes, such a thing is nothing in the Moon Sacrifice Territory. They are just two small tribes. The Red Moon Temple is superior, and under normal circumstances, they will not pay attention to it."

"Especially at the end of the arrival of the Red Mother, the sacrifices have been collected for countless years. This period is actually the craziest time for all races."

"But you still need to make some preparations. I will handle this matter."

In the wind and sand, Duanmu Zang's calm voice reached Xu Qing's ears.

Xu Qing raised his hand and touched the mask on his face and nodded. Regarding the Red Moon Temple's attitude towards all living beings, this was mentioned in the captain's information.

Today is the ninth day since they left the Holy City.

There is still half a month to go from the designated sacrificial point in the Red Moon Temple. Xu Qing has thought many times in the past few days about what Duanmu Zang said a few days ago.

"Still thinking about the souls of dead beings entering the temple?" Duanmu Zang turned his head and looked at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was silent. After a while, he looked into the distance, looked at the dim sky, and spoke softly.

"Throughout the ages, has anyone really struggled to escape the curse and reincarnation of the Moon Sacrifice Domain?"

Duanmu shook his head.

"Never."

Xu Qing thought about the captain's previous life, and when he was thoughtful, Duanmu Zang suddenly spoke.

"But there are some people who have been trying and working hard." At this point, Duanmu Zang looked at Xu Qing, his eyes full of meaning, hiding some temptations, and spoke out.

"The red moon is not eternal."

Xu Qing and Duanmu Zang looked at each other and nodded slightly. He saw that this sentence was like a code word, but he didn't know what the next sentence was.

Duanmu Zang waited for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you say something?"

"The red moon is not eternal." Xu Qing said solemnly.

Duanmu Zang remained silent.

After a while, he sighed, raised his hand to take off his mask, and rubbed his brows.

"Xu Qing, do you know Niyue Palace?"

Xu Qing's expression condensed. He had never heard of this organization, and it was not included in the information given by the captain, so he shook his head.

Duanmu Zang's eyes had been paying attention to Xu Qing's eyes since he said the words Niyue Palace, as if he was confirming something. At this moment, seeing Xu Qing's reaction, he didn't speak again.

Xu Qing didn't ask. He could see that this organization was very mysterious and hidden. If you inquired hastily, it would cause misunderstandings.

Team, keep moving forward.

Until another seven days passed, they walked across the plains, crossed the mountains, and were getting closer and closer to the eastern center. On the top of a mountain peak, Duanmu Zang took a sip of wine, made a decision in his heart, and suddenly spoke.

"Xu Qing, I believe you are not from the Red Moon Temple."

When Xu Qing heard this, he looked at Duanmu.

"The Anti-Moon Temple is a mysterious organization that has existed for a long time in our Moon Sacrifice Territory. This organization has as long a history as the Red Moon Temple!"

"Its origin is unknown, and it has been destroyed many times, but every time the Red Mother comes to harvest and all living beings are revived after withering, this organization will be formed."

Xu Qing's eyes showed a strange light, and it existed at the same time as the Red Moon Temple, which is enough to show that the Niuyue Temple is extraordinary.

And within the Red Moon Spiritual Circle, it is even more amazing that it can be revived after being destroyed again and again.

You know, although Chi Mu is sleeping now, it was not like this in the past.

Duanmu Zang's voice came again.

"In the Niyue Palace, there are gathered all the people in the Moon Sacrifice Domain who want to struggle and resist. Their dream is to one day be able to unlock this ancient curse and overthrow everything."

"Although this dream is extremely slim, it is a hope."

"We are also working hard on this. Although the members cannot help each other in reality, they are each studying ways to resolve the curse."

When Xu Qing heard this, some waves arose in his heart. He had also researched the curse in the mine, but he did not go deep into it. This required a lot of experiments.

Duanmu Zang's voice contained some emotional fluctuations at this moment, which continued to echo in Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

"The identity of every member of the Niyue Palace is a secret. No one knows who others are except themselves. Protecting oneself from being exposed is the first element of the Niyue Palace."

"Because the Red Moon Temple has been purging members of the Niyue Temple, and even among these members, there are people who have infiltrated the Red Moon Temple."

Duanmu Zang took a deep breath and turned to look at Xu Qing.

"The red moon is not eternal, hope will last forever."

"Xu Qing, you may not really be a member of the Niyue Palace, but I think you will definitely come in contact with them in the future. If you want to join the Niyue Palace, you can go to the Kusheng Mountain Range."

Duanmuzang stopped talking, closed his eyes, and continued on his way.

Seeing this, Xu Qing knew that the other party did not want to continue this topic, so he did not ask.

He understood that Duanmuzang should be a member of this reverse temple, and being able to say this in front of him was enough to show that Duanmuzang trusted him.

So Xu Qing thought over and over what Duanmu Zang said in his mind.

In this way, time passed day by day.

Eight days later, their motorcade finally arrived at the center of the East District. A huge valley in the distance came into Xu Qing's eyes.

The mountains on both sides are astonishing, surpassing all the mountains Xu Qing has ever seen. The rocks on them are rugged, and under the dim sky, there seems to be ghosts and monsters.

The valley formed in the depression in the middle is like the mouth of an open underworld. It is shocking and at the same time, the wind blows like ghosts crying and wolves howling in all directions.

In mid-air in the valley, a huge bloody heart suddenly floated.

It was beating, and the thumping sound spread, adding an even weirder atmosphere to the gloomy valley and covering it with blood-colored clothes.

The temple and the statue above the heart exude an astonishing intimidation, standing high above.

There are still many meteorites floating around, and the figure sitting cross-legged on them is still motionless as Xu Qing once saw.

As for the earth, there are doors with different shapes and materials, some large and some small, surrounding the four directions, and waves of transmission are constantly spreading inside these doors.

People are walking in and out of those doors all the time.

As a result, there is an endless stream of people in the valley, and there are too many strange ethnic groups in it, some with real bodies, and some with illusory bodies.

But most of them wear the same mask as Duanmuzang.

These are the ethnic groups from the eastern part of the Moon Sacrifice Region, and they brought their sacrifices here to offer sacrifices to the Red Moon Temple.

"Those doors are the disciples."

"Xu Qing, you can go find them and communicate with them. Most of them can be teleported to the south where you want to go. As for the cost, spirit stones and skyfire crystals can all be used."

"As for the temple in the sky, don't look up."

As he approached, Duanmu Zang spoke in a low voice.

As a local, he is very familiar with the procedures here. After reminding Xu Qing, he said solemnly with emotion on his face.

"Finally, I wish you a safe journey!"

After saying that, Duanmu Zang left with the convoy.

Watching Duanmu Zang's figure disappear into the crowd, Xu Qing took a deep breath and walked into the crowd.

There are many monks of all races here, and people come and go. Although the Temple of the Sky is floating, they don't pay attention to the people below. As long as the sacrifices are paid, everything is autonomous.

When the number of people increases, it will still give people a sense of excitement. Occasionally, you can see some ethnic groups trading, making a lot of noise.

Walking inside, Xu Qing did not choose those large doors. He focused on some small doors and quickly locked on a wooden door more than ten feet high. He noticed that no one was going out there, so he was about to go over.

But the chatter coming from the surrounding noise made Xu Qing pause.

"You have heard, right? Something big happened in the west!"

"You're talking about the Guri clan in the west five months ago, right? They seem to have launched a nationwide wanted manhunt."

"I also heard about this. It seems that they lost a treasure."

"What a treasure, it's the sun they made by themselves!"

"As the largest ethnic group in the west, the Guri tribe didn't create a sun to rise above the tribe many years ago, making the area no longer dark. But five months ago, this sun was stolen..."

"It's crazy to steal the sun from the Guri tribe. Which tribe did it?"

"I don't know, it seems that even the Guri tribe themselves are confused, but there is a name mentioned in the wanted list, called Wei Qing Jianyan, and the sun thief is extremely arrogant. This is the name carved on the ground before leaving, but why
To be continued...