The Red Moon Cathedral’s church temples in the Moonrite Region favored a black color scheme in their architecture. And they would always have a statue of Crimson Mother. Given the dusky nature of the sky in the region, that dark color scheme made the church temples seem even more forbidding. Anyone who looked at them would feel indescribable pressure weighing down on them. As the sobbing wind blew through the mountains and landed on the statue of Crimson Mother, the crescent-moon-shaped earrings on the statue jingled like bells. It created a discordant sound in the Heir Apparent’s ears.1

Xu Qing didn’t respond to the words the Heir Apparent had just spoken. All of his focus was on the dao begetting cultivator surrounded by endless bolts of lightning. He felt very clear-headed. His cultivation base was fully deployed, and his thirteen three-tribulation nascent souls were all...2