Above the crimson moon, crimson mist billowed.
Billions upon billions of eldritch horrors surged, assaulting the small city.
"Fight!"
A burly man, clad in a kasaya, his thick muscles barely concealed by a string of prayer beads, tore apart an eight-star eldritch horror with his equally muscular divine manifestation.
He was bathed in blood, and a halo of Buddhist light manifested around him, circle after circle.
"Myriad Manifestations Buddha Light Palm!"
With a single palm strike, the Buddha light blazed, forcing even a high-ranking eldritch horror to retreat repeatedly.
The ancient ones watched in astonishment.
Were all the embers of humanity this ferocious?
"If this human can find the path to the high realm, they may surpass us before long."
The path to the high realm?
Master Ming Deng had already found it. He was currently treading that very path.
His path was to slay eldritch horrors, to slay a sufficient number of them.
Hummm—
In the sky, a grand gate formed from rules slowly materialized. Ming Deng, drenched in blood, a smile on his lips, grabbed two eldritch horrors and ascended.
He trod upon the steps, tearing the eldritch horrors apart, using their blood as a sacrificial offering.
He blasted open the gate to the high realm.
There were not a few other high-level embers like Master Ming Deng.
Xu Tian, in the form of a fiery giant mecha, battled the eldritch horrors.
Gou Ping An remained hidden within the stronghold, but several avatars manifested externally. He moved through the tide of eldritch horrors, inconspicuous yet ranking among the top in terms of the number of eldritch horrors slain.
Anna, Luo Rui, Fan An Yuan, Roland, Bai Yan Si…
One after another, the embers' masters displayed invincible demigod combat prowess. A minority among them even pushed open the gates to the high realm, battling several high-ranking eldritch horrors single-handedly.
Crimson mist swirled.
Eldritch horrors died continuously, yet their numbers kept growing.
They multiplied so fast that the ancient ones had no time to catch their breath.
However, they still gazed into the depths of the crimson mist.
They knew clearly that while their continuous slaying of eldritch horrors might contribute, it was the human powerhouses, and that one man, who would truly determine the course of the battle and slay the Crimson Moon.
And at this moment,
An Jian You, Hei Dao, Chi Yan, Fang Liu Yi, Zhou Bao, Xing Jing Lei, Xi Di Na, Qian Mian—eight individuals set out from different directions, delving deeper into the crimson moon world.
They were the eight strongest embers currently, excluding Fang You.
Among them, Qian Mian and Xing Jing Lei might be weaker in combat strength, but their survivability was top-tier, enabling them to handle various dangerous situations.
Whizz—
Qian Mian weaved through countless high-ranking eldritch horrors. Occasionally, he would encounter servants of the Crimson Moon faction, greeting them familiarly as if he were back home.
"Area 0104, discovered three servants of evil gods, and the presence of a subsidiary empire."
"Area 0123, discovered seven servants of evil gods, suspected to be a vital altar."
"Area 0154, pawns of evil gods are modifying the original Black River Altar, identified as requiring destruction."
Qian Mian rarely made a move. Even when he found a lone servant of an evil god, he simply ignored it.
Slaying one servant of an evil god was useless, as were ten.
But this Black River Main Altar, being modified by the Crimson Moon's pawns, he felt needed to be destroyed. Based on his experience, modifying the altar could allow the Crimson Moon to digest the power of the twisted Black River faster.
Thus,
Qian Mian continued forward. After traveling tens of thousands of miles, he/she split his shadow to condense an avatar, and then used this avatar in another location tens of thousands of miles away to interact with and devour a servant of an evil god.
Finally, he controlled the servant devoured by his shadow, found the main altar, launched a surprise attack, and destroyed it in one fell swoop.
Boom—
A deafening roar erupted tens of thousands of miles away, and a favored servant of an evil god soared into the sky, unleashing its fury.
Qian Mian wiped away a nonexistent bead of sweat and continued his journey.
At the same time, different individuals.
"Roar!"
"Damn it, wait for me if you dare!"
In a certain part of the crimson moon world, countless eldritch horrors, even high-ranking ones, pounced, like countless insects converging into a sphere. Inside the enormous, constantly writhing black sphere was a colossal giant.
Xing Jing Lei roared.
He did not fear these eldritch horrors; they could not break his defenses. But when tens of millions of eldritch horrors clung to him, he could not move an inch.
His divine body rumbled, unleashing countless streaks of orange lightning.
He was like a struggling swimmer, forging tens of thousands of miles forward, only to be entangled into a ball by more eldritch horrors.
Zhou Bao, Xi Di Na, Fang Liu Yi, and the others were in similar situations, struggling to move. However, the strongest of the favored servants of the evil gods were only comparable to the Great Sun Divine Venerable.
Even when surrounded by multiple favored servants of evil gods and unable to win, they still possessed the ability to survive.
On the crimson moon, battlefield after battlefield appeared.
In one location, a circular formation, black and red in hue, resembling the surrounding tide, acted like a giant blood-red grinding wheel, devouring wave after wave of pouncing eldritch horrors. Even high-ranking eldritch horrors, upon crashing into the dark red formation, could not last for more than a few seconds before their colossal bodies were completely shredded.
Within the immortal legion, Hei Dao wielded a dark red battle saber. He did not remain at the center of the legion but led the charge.
The legion was vast, covering several miles.
Hei Dao's figure flickered within the legion, and he could appear anywhere within the immortal legion, acting as the legion's sharpest blade.
"Kill!"
"The number of eldritch horrors is virtually endless, and the servants of evil gods can revive at any time. But if we kill enough, can we… break through our limits?"
Hei Dao thought silently.
His legion was vast and difficult to advance rapidly. His mentor had said that killing a large number of eldritch horrors could weaken the Crimson Moon.
Since that was the case, he chose the path of maximum efficiency in slaying eldritch horrors.
Killing to nurture killing.
Once the eldritch horrors thinned out, it would be easier to find the true form of the Crimson Moon.
…
Chi Yan was also engaged in slaughter.
However, compared to Hei Dao, Chi Yan had not mastered any large-scale destructive skills. Her attacks were focused, all on single targets.
Thus, she set her sights on the servants and favored servants of evil gods.
Dark red claws extended from her fists, and she lightly tapped her toes.
Swish—
In the distance, one, two, three… three servants of evil gods froze in place, countless dark red blood lines spreading from their bodies.
It was only then that three small, swift afterimages appeared behind the three servants of evil gods.
The next moment, the blood lines exploded, and the three servants of evil gods shattered into pieces on the ground, while Chi Yan had already flitted tens of thousands of miles away, searching for her next target.
…
Fang You walked in the depths of the crimson moon world, searching for traces of dominion and fate power.
"Clearly, the Crimson Moon is slumbering, but it is an active slumber, and the period of slumber must be extremely short."
"One day later, the Crimson Moon's power will strengthen by one part."
In fact, within half a day, the crimson moon world had expanded considerably.
Fang You had also considered violently assaulting the crimson moon, but the hardness of the crimson moon's land was even greater than that of the great domain, and the crimson mist that drifted in the sky above the crimson moon had the effect of nullifying energy and laws.
Similarly, his divine sense could only extend tens of thousands of miles, making him feel like a blind man within the crimson moon world.
"The ancient tree symbolizing the Mother of Desires."
He discovered a giant peach-red tree and immediately attacked.
Orange lightning flickered, transforming into a colossal hammer capable of smashing the world. One strike, two strikes, three strikes, he continued to bombard it.
The peach-red giant tree trembled, and cracks spread across its trunk.
Finally, it shattered with a crunch.
But the entire crimson moon world remained like dead water, without a ripple.
"Destroying this giant tree might be useful, but its importance is clearly not enough to awaken the Crimson Moon and make it actively rouse from its digestion state."
He explored for half a day, and as expected, he discovered another peach-red giant tree.
Trees, rivers, the twilight sun—he destroyed many, but he also had to take out Life Crystals one by one to recover his consumption.
At the same time,
"The flow of filth seems to have changed slightly."
An Jian You, passing by a certain place, suddenly frowned. She thought for a moment, then retreated dozens of steps, returning to a place thousands of miles away and looking around with wide eyes.
This place was very ordinary.
Red mist, red soil, eldritch horrors with black and red hues, rivers with black and red hues.
Just like other regions of the crimson moon.
An Jian You stood amidst countless eldritch horrors, yet it was as if she were in another world, not drawing any hostility from the surrounding eldritch horrors. Pale blue light flowed in her eyes as she scanned every inch of the surrounding land.
In her vision, the world was grayish-black, and the eldritch horrors formed from filth were like thick ink, very conspicuous.
Countless gray mists also drifted in the world, filling her entire field of vision.
But these gray mists varied in depth, and An Jian You, by observing, roughly classified them by level.
"Level 120 to 189."
She used the initial concentration of gray mist that appeared on Blue Star as the base unit of level. Within the crimson moon world, even the thinnest areas had a filth concentration of level 100.
A difference of 1 level in concentration was not large, making it difficult to distinguish even with max-level eldritch horror tracking skills. However, An Jian You's Netherworld Eye not only had a wider field of vision but could also clearly discern the density of the gray mist.
From the flow of the numerous gray mist threads, she discovered a pattern.
"The densest mists all point to the same location."
"And this location is very peculiar, containing profound spatial power."
An Jian You herself was a master of space, possessing the dominion of the origin of space. Yet, even she could not see through the bizarre space before her.
But it didn't matter.
She saw the direction of the main mist threads.
She followed these traces, moving forward step by step, sometimes hundreds of meters to the left, sometimes thousands of meters to the right, sometimes retreating 101 steps, sometimes advancing… sometimes… sometimes…
Suddenly, An Jian You stepped into a mystical space.
It was like a mirror.
She stood on the land of the crimson moon, and when she looked up, another crimson moon hung high in the sky.
…
"Master, found it!"
Xiao Huan's excited voice echoed in her ears.
She manifested her true form and grasped Fang You's hand, using An Jian You as an anchor for spatial translocation.
The resistance of space was immense!
When Xiao Huan took 2.2 seconds to traverse to the coordinate area…
Bang—
A sound like shattering glass echoed. The space within tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of miles ahead suddenly fragmented, and a world, black but with dimly visible magnificent buildings, violently expanded outward, bursting through space from within.
Within the black world, eldritch horrors that had surpassed their limits let out roars.
However, the robe and white sash, a fused entity, had its clothes torn to shreds, and the clothes were their true forms.
In the vast Netherworld, rivers were cut off, and countless magnificent buildings collapsed. In just two to three seconds, the Netherworld became dilapidated, and An Jian You's main force of eldritch horrors were all injured.
This was because the true crimson moon hung in the sky, radiating displeasure. In its rage, it cast down the power of an evil god.
Instantly,
Endless crimson light spread, space continuously collapsed, and time became distorted. Fang You vaguely glimpsed the vast River of Time, a great river symbolizing the end of time, which also faintly glowed crimson, causing some historical events to become jumbled.
The crimson light also contained extreme filth. If the crimson robed and white sashed eldritch horrors were not already agglomerations of filth, their situation would have been even worse.
"Is this the Crimson Moon, a convergence of the powers of the eight great evil gods? Indeed, it is terrifying."
On the other side of the crimson moon, at the ember stronghold.
Many ancient ones had already begun to tremble.
As the crimson moon awakened, the entire crimson moon world truly came alive. The ancient ones could not see the true crimson moon, but they could sense a great terror rising from afar, and the howling tides of filth surging towards them.
If they were to truly behold the crimson moon, they would not be able to withstand even a single glance, and would immediately fall into depravity.
An Jian You had persisted for several rounds under the crimson moon.
Fang You, wielding the power of dominion, struck with full force.
Behind him, halos rotated, and manifested dominons hummed.
Time, space, life, fire, wood, lightning…
With the primary dominons of everyone loaded, Fang You now held over half of the fundamental dominons. He even vaguely sensed that the dominion power of the entire universe was converging towards him.
Even if some dominons belonged to other powerhouses, it did not affect his use of power.
Given time, he might wield the power of all dominons and enter a new realm, one that no one had ever set foot in before.
But not now.
Even with over half of the fundamental dominons at his command, his sustained power was still less than that of the most ordinary evil god, let alone an 'eight-unit' evil god like the Crimson Moon.
Even though it was injured, it had not fully digested the power of the other evil gods.
Boom—
Weapons stored in infinite space.
The life force contained within the World Tree.
The amplification brought by the Nirvana Holy Fire's active nirvana.
Fang You cast aside one trump card after another, but it was merely enough to stubbornly hold on against the Crimson Moon.
The Ocean of Belief surged, becoming even more brilliant.
But he was waiting.
Even if he unleashed all his power, a life-risking ultimate blow, it would not be enough to slay the Crimson Moon. Even if he could slay it, other evil gods would still exist in the world, and the power of evil gods would not be extinguished.
He had to wait for an opportunity.
"It's here."
The Crimson Moon transmitted an angry emotion, and the crimson light that permeated the heavens and earth became even more demonic.
The projection of the World Tree manifested by Fang You had become demonic, and even the Nirvana Flames on it were faintly tinged with red.
At this moment, outside the crimson moon, in a certain part of the middle eldritch realm.
Crack—
Something shattered.
An ancient city, endlessly reincarnating through time, appeared in the world and quickly collapsed.
Within the collapsing magnificent ancient city, a great terror suddenly emerged.
It was an illusion, a beautiful dream that would plunge the world into depravity, the end of all falsehood.
It was…
The Infinite Weaver!
The seventh unspeakable evil god revealed its true form at this moment.
But at the same time,
A colossal, black, divine, yet fallen figure appeared.
He wore black armor, the color of divine purity.
His name also materialized.
It was another unspeakable evil god recorded on the stone tablet—the Fallen Emperor!
The crimson light shone upon the Infinite Weaver.
The beautiful worlds of infinite reincarnation froze and then rapidly shattered.
As an evil god, the Crimson Moon displayed its supreme dominance. It would soon devour the Infinite Weaver.
Possessing primordial power.
But at the same time, the Fallen Emperor, also an evil god, remained silent for a moment before igniting with light.
He launched a life-risking strike towards the Crimson Moon.