CH 413

413: Entering the Red Moon

The king’s words unsettled everyone’s hearts. To defeat the czar meant facing the possibility of losing their soul, spirit, and body. Or becoming like those spirits inside the city who had lost their sense of self and remained stuck in the desert forever.

Whether it was being taken over or turning into someone else, neither outcomes were desirable.

“It doesn’t matter. Whether or not he takes us over, we still have to fight if we want to get out of here. If we can’t get out, then we may as well die clean.” Unexpectedly, the seven weirdos were the first to think it through. They dressed weird and they talked weird, but they had the right idea.

If they didn’t go, they’d be dead. If they stayed in the city, they’d be dead. Either way, the end result was the same, so may as well gamble with the fight and see if they could win.

They weren’t as sad after thinking it over.

Some time later, who knew how long, but the red light appeared again and the red moon loomed above the bones. And soon enough, the bones animated and formed individual skeletons.

The group exchanged glances before flying to the moon.

Inside the moon, a handsome young man was sitting quietly on a throne. The corner of his mouth raised in a sneer as he sensed something.

“Have you come? After waiting for ten thousand years this king’s opportunity is finally here. . . ” The one speaking was none other than the man Ming Xi and the others hoped to eliminate, the king of the Kingdom of Sand, the czar.

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Entering the moon was unexpectedly easy, but because it was so easy, the group became even more anxious. They were shocked to find a desert city that closely resembled the one below. In fact, the two cities could have been duplicates of each other: same streets, same palace, same buildings, same everything.

The czar had to be in the palace.

They knew their opponent was a powerhouse from ten thousand years ago, so they tightened the grips on their weapons as they firmed their resolve. They knew they would die if they lost the battle.

Ming Xi and the others got closer to the palace with every step they took. Upon reaching the gate, they didn’t even have to open it, it opened for them.

“Hahaha! This king has waited so long. Now finally someone is here and this king can see the sun again. . . ”

He had been waiting for ten thousand years for this opportunity. If it weren’t for the sea god dragging his city into the tomb, he would have had a new body and been born again ages ago. As it was, he had to feed on the negative qi harvested from below in order to maintain his powers as well as keep himself sealed on the moon to keep his mind and soul from deteriorating.

The czar’s laughter greeted the group as they entered the main hall.

Feng Wu frowned as she looked at the thick miasma of negative qi around them. That was why she hadn’t seen any below, it was all gathered in the moon.

“Czar, prepare to die.” Zi Cheng grasped her staff tightly as she stared at the czar, her face completely serious.

“You want to kill this king? You weak things overestimate your own abilities.” The czar sneered disdainfully at Zi Cheng and the others.

He was an ancient czar, half-human and half-demon. His strength was so great, it was on par with a real demon. Of course it was impossible for him to take Feng Wu and the others seriously. They were like babies compared to him.

“All together now!” Caesar yelled as he took the lead in raising his staff to attack.

Zi Cheng followed suit and thus did the battle start.

The king and his attendants had not followed Feng Wu inside the hall, but were watching the scene solemnly from outside. They had indecipherable expressions on their faces.

“Your Royal Highness, are we really not going to help Xiao Wu?” A general stood respectfully beside the king.

“We have more important things to do.” The king took a deep breath and his eyes darkened.

“What do we have to do?” The other spirits inquisitively looked to their omnipotent king for answers.

“There is something we must find and destroy.”

“What?”

“The Art of Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation.”

“The Art of Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation?! Isn’t that supposed to be on the czar’s body?”

“No, it is somewhere else.”

Feng Wu was unaware of their conversation but she knew the king’s intentions. The king was worried that if the technique was remembered and proliferated by those present, then the consequences would be unimaginable. In order to prevent the technique from returning to the world, the king wanted to find the technique and destroy it.

Feng Wu was the only one who knew his plan. Everyone else was solely focused on killing the czar and leaving the Kingdom of Sand.

The czar truly deserved his reputation as a powerhouse. Even everyone working together couldn’t touch him. The contrast between their strength was disheartening. It was unimaginable how strong powerhouses of ten thousand years ago were compared to today.

Golden light flew from Ming Xi’s sword and attacked the czar.

The czar was unphased and didn’t even leave his throne. He negated the attack with a single wave of his hand.

“Boy, you are the strongest amongst your people. Your bloodline is not bad. This king will take your body.” The czar looked at Ming Xi like he was admiring an unparalleled treasure. It was perfect and he wanted it.

The czar had chosen his potential candidates from the most talented out of the group: Ming Xi, Feng Wu, Zi Cheng, and Caesar.

Ming Xi’s appearance, talent and excellent bloodline made him shine the brightest. Feng Wu’s constitution was natural and flawless with an aura that was incredibly comfortable. The czar could see she had the innate talent to be a master of the laws of nature. This kind of talent was incredibly rare even in ancient times. So much so that if one was ever born, the person would be given their own country or be given the honorary title of holy maiden or holy son of their country. It went to show how special an existence a master of the natural world was.