The night is as cold as water.
Peach Blossom Island, in the center of the altar.
The moonlight falls on the statue of the Moon God, shimmering with white light, which is sacred and extraordinary.
Next to the statue of the Moon God, a figure with white hair sat there, eyes closed, concentrating.
In front of the altar, hundreds or thousands of Baiyue people knelt on the ground, clasped their hands, and prayed continuously to the statue.
In front of everyone, the four elders Luo Luo, Hong Ni, Nan Lie, and Dong Li stood at the four directions of the altar, looking at the white-haired young man above them with unusually solemn expressions.
They knew that tonight was their last chance and Xiao Ziye's last chance.
Absolutely no failure.
"Xiao Ziye."
Not far away, Half Moon stood quietly, clasping his hands, responsible for protecting the law, just in case.
On the altar, High Priest Baiyue stepped forward with a calm look on his face, ready to start the ceremony.
"Are you ready?"
Close at hand, High Priest Baiyue looked at the white-haired young man in front of him and asked.
"Um."
In front of the statue of the Moon God, Li Ziye nodded slightly and responded.
"Okay, let's start now."
High Priest Baiyue said something, formed a seal with his hands, and prepared to start the ceremony.
"Hold on."
At this moment, between heaven and earth, an old voice sounded, reminding, "High Priest, there is some news about Kunshan, and I need to tell you first."
"Confucian leader."
At the altar, High Priest Bai Yue heard the news from the Central Plains, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Have you found Kunshan?"
"Judging from the current intelligence, if you want to go to Kunshan, you must pass through the ancient battlefield."
In the Central Plains, at the southern border of Great Shang, Kong Qiu looked towards the East China Sea and said solemnly, "However, there is a problem now. The opening of the ancient battlefield will probably take eight or nine months, so we must find a way to let him survive. About ten months.”
"Ten months?"
On Peach Blossom Island, at the altar, High Priest Bai Yue heard the Confucian leader's words and was shocked that it would take so long!
"High priest, head of Confucianism."
In front of the statue of the Moon God, Li Ziye opened his eyes and said calmly, "Do your best. As for the results, I won't force it."
"Little one, that's not something you can say."
In the southern border of Dashang, Confucius looked in the direction of Peach Blossom Island and said seriously, "Never give up. Your will often determines the final result."
"I didn't give up."
At the altar, Li Ziye showed a tired smile on his face and responded, "If you can live, who doesn't want to live, but ten months is too long. The high priest tried his best and I tried my best, that's enough."
At this point, Li Ziye looked sideways at the woman next to him and said softly, "High Priest, let's get started, don't worry about the outcome. At this point, it's like a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. You can earn one more day of life." "
"good."
Seeing the free and easy attitude of the little guy in front of him, High Priest Bai Yue no longer hesitated. His cultivation level began to rise, and the incomparably strong true energy continued to gush out.
Suddenly, the situation between heaven and earth changed, and the powerful men in the divine realm caused the celestial phenomena to show their peerless grace.
"here we go."
At this moment, in the Heavenly Mandate Hall of the Western Regions, on the throne, the scholar felt something and looked towards the East China Sea with a look of concentration on his face.
The power of light he left in his junior brother's body can only last until tonight. Therefore, High Priest Baiyue can only succeed and cannot fail.
However, bringing a dying person back to life is not an ordinary difficulty.
If it were so easy to come back to life, his junior brother wouldn't have been running around for so many years for the Suzaku Saint.
Junior brother, is it worth giving up a year of your life just to take a gamble?
"Palace Master, what Tantai Heavenly Lady wants is ready."
At this time, Archbishop Prairie stepped into the hall and reported respectfully.
"Send someone to send it there."
On the throne, the scholar came back to his senses and responded calmly, "Be careful and remember not to let people from Dashang see it."
"yes!"
Archbishop Prairie accepted the order and immediately turned around and left.
"war."
In front of the throne, the scholar looked to the west and whispered softly, "It's time to end."
This long war has been fought for nearly three years. No matter whether it is the Central Plains, Mobei or the Western Regions, it has consumed a lot of money and cannot be delayed any longer.
Winter is right around the corner.
At the same time, in Dashang Palace, in the Changxin Hall of the East Palace, Mu Bai, dressed in a python robe, sat at the table, looking at the two drawings left by Brother Li, silent.
In the end, he still couldn't let go.
This big businessman, this world, owes him so much.
If Dashang's army is equipped with such war weapons in large quantities, Dashang's counterattack will begin.
This war cannot continue endlessly. It must have a result as soon as possible.
"It's becoming increasingly difficult to understand."
Deep in the palace, in the royal ancestral hall, Tai Shang looked to the east, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life were full of exhaustion. The person who was destined to be destined would be ruined before the catastrophe of cold winter came. What happened to this world?
This is the first time in over a thousand years that this has happened.
Generally speaking, the lifespan of a person with destiny is very long. What kind of consumption does it take to make this happen?
Everyone was watching. On Peach Blossom Island, High Priest Baiyue stood in front of the statue of the Moon God. He formed a seal with his hands, raised his true energy to the limit, and said something quickly in his mouth, Huhun and Tianyu.
At the same time, Luo Luo and Hauni joined forces around the altar to activate their cultivation and help the high priest.
In front of the altar, thousands of Baiyue people closed their eyes and prayed, just for the firm belief in their hearts.
Time passed little by little, and on Peach Blossom Island, countless starlights floated over from all directions, and continued to sink into the Moon God Statue.
In the North Courtyard, where Luo Luo lived, pots of exotic flowers and plants withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving up most of their life amid the sound of heavenly whispers.
The Baiyue tribe is a race that respects life very much. They are full of reverence for flowers, plants, animals, and even their own lives.
However, today, all the people of the Baiyue Clan have only one wish left in their hearts, to fight for a chance of life for the white-haired young man on the altar at all costs.
The power of a clan, the five realms of digital, and the realm of a god. Under the moon, when borrowing from the sky, countless light points flew from all sides of Peach Blossom Island, including the Baiyue clan members. The endless power of life continued to sink in. into the statue of the moon god on the altar.
In the sky, the bright moon hangs high, watching the world, witnessing this unprecedented miracle.
Gradually, an indescribable aura appeared on the Moon Goddess statue, which was powerful, soft, and heterogeneous.
"Luna."
In front of the statue of the Moon God, High Priest Bai Yue felt this, knelt down and saluted respectfully.
"Moon!"
Around the altar, the four Luo Luo people also knelt down and saluted the Moon God clan's faith.
In the devout eyes of everyone, a shadow appeared on the statue of the Moon God. They looked at the white-haired young man in front of them, and a look of surprise flashed in their beautiful eyes. They asked in disbelief, "Young Majesty, what are you doing?" How could it be consumed so much?"
