Fate Reignites: My Rampage in a World Where Time Stops
Chapter 403 - 310: Spirit Moon Ceremony, Scarlet in the Sky (Four-in-One) (Additional Release for 11700 Monthly Tickets in May)_5

The chant entered the next chapter, becoming increasingly high-pitched.

The third figure emerged on another high platform beside the Blue Moon Chief Priest.

He was a male Moon Spirit donned in a blue-green robe, with delicate features haloed with sanctity, and when he looked down at his kin, his gaze carried a hint of a gentle smile.

When his eyes turned to the spectator seats, they were tinged with curiosity and inquiry.

Qin Chuan's gaze slightly narrowed as he nodded in acknowledgment from afar.

A blue-green pillar of light shot into the sky at the next moment.

The sky grew darker.

Following the appearance of the Green Moon Main Priest, the Green Moon, Yellow Moon, Orange Moon, and Red Moon Chief Priests successively made their presence known.

Looking at the seven-colored pillars soaring into the sky, Qin Chuan stroked his chin.

The seven Chief Priests that had appeared corresponded to the seven colors of the rainbow. Judging by their order of appearance and the strength of their embodied power, it seemed that Purple Moon was the weakest and Red Moon the strongest.

Yet, there were a total of nine Chief Priests in the Moon Spirit Clan.

Qin Chuan's gaze shifted to the remaining two vacant petals.

As his gaze moved, the eighth Chief Priest appeared.

She was dressed in a white gauzy skirt, a woman of ravishing beauty with an all-embracing temperament like the ocean, smiling warmly as she looked towards the seven Chief Priests who had ascended earlier.

All seven Chief Priests bowed to her in unison.

And this, to Qin Chuan's surprise, was an unprecedented event.

Did this indicate that the White Moon Priest, although one of the nine great Chief Priests, held an even more transcendental status within the Moon Spirit Clan?

From the perspective of color, white represented the fusion of the seven colors.

While pondering, Qin Chuan sensed something and looked towards the White Moon Priest again, only to realize that she was, unbeknownst to him, already looking back at him, her gaze carrying an exploratory smile.

A white pillar of light soared into the sky, making the heavens grow even dimmer. The outline of the moon had started to appear in the sky, though it wasn't yet completely clear.

The Moon Spirit Clan's chant had reached the final chapter, faintly hinting at an approaching conclusion.

Nodding slightly to the White Moon Priest, Qin Chuan's gaze now moved to the last petal.

In the next instant, a chill emanated from that petal's position.

It was a temperament that stood in stark contrast to that of the White Moon Priest; even before the figure had descended, the surging power was already enough to make the sky darken completely.

The sun had vanished, and the outline of the moon became clear.

Day turned into night, and a holy moon cast its moonlight generously within the ceremonial bounds; it seemed so much time had passed without the moon displaying its brilliance, that the cascading moonlight was nearly tangible, inciting wonder and excitement among the countless Moon Spirits present.

The chant stopped abruptly at that moment.

The final chapter had been brought to an end.

The Moon Spirits directly facing the moonlight on the altar could no longer concentrate on chanting.

The most concentrated essence of the moonlight, gathered by the altar, fell upon them.

Even those not on the altar, unable to receive the most concentrated part, were still sufficiently bathed in the moonlight to grant the other Moon Spirits present a substantial boost!

As countless Moon Spirits around started to rise in strength, a black pillar of light finally rose leisurely into the sky, creating a resplendent interplay with the other eight.

Qin Chuan's gaze sharpened, wishing to discern the figure shrouded in the pillar of light—the strongest among the nine great Chief Priests of the Moon Spirit Clan—but he couldn't make it out.

Such a mysterious fellow.

Was this the Black Moon Chief Priest—the mightiest below the ancestors of the Moon Spirit Clan, equal in status to the Qingyang Immortal Monarch?

Before Qin Chuan could continue his observation, the spectacle of the nine illuminating pillars working in concert lasted but a fleeting moment before the pillars and the figures within them all vanished.

Only the White Moon Priest remained, stepping down from the platform, and appeared beside Qin Chuan and Lin Yue.

"The Spirit Moon Festival isn't over yet," the Purple Moon Priest spoke softly. "For the next ten minutes, the effects of the secret technique will not dissipate."

"This is a crucial opportunity for cultivation among our clan."

"Don't you need to cultivate?" Lin Yue asked curiously.

"I do not," the Purple Moon Priest shook her head and chuckled lightly. "My strength has reached the limit of the First Realm. Unless I enter the Second Rank, I can no longer advance."

"Our clan has only eight Second Rank seats, and the First Rank needs me to oversee the bigger picture."

"This is the mission of Purple Moon."

Saying so, she looked up slightly, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

The next moment, the Purple Moon Priest's expression suddenly changed.

At the same time, exclamations of shock arose from different places across the ceremonial grounds.

Qin Chuan and Lin Yue immediately looked up, their expressions condensing.

The pale white moon, at its edge, covertly gained a hint of red.

Much like a celestial body eclipsing the moon, that patch of red swiftly spread and soon covered the entire moon, turning it completely red.

That blood-like scarlet, brimming with a bizarre and heart-palpitating undulation.

A scream emanated from the highest point of the altar.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

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