Dust Could Never Conceal Beauty's Brilliance; Sword Light Shone Dazzlingly, Transforming into Rosy Clouds!

"How could this be?"

At the same time the Barbarian Race transmitted to Great Xuan through moonlight, several Half-Saints stationed in the Hall of Sages also wore looks of astonishment. Several Half-Saints immediately transformed into rainbows and departed to intercept those pillars of moonlight.

"A day ago, Zhuiyue, the steward of Mount Fangcun, reported to Minister of War Cheng Nanshan that something was amiss with Bright Moon. But at the time, nothing unusual was detected." A Half-Saint looked toward Han Changli, who was frowning in thought, and spoke softly.

Han Changli's fingers constantly calculated within his sleeve, as though the phantom of a book were rapidly flipping through its pages at his fingertips. A moment later, Han Changli raised his head.

"What skill!" Han Changli "sighed" in admiration, then looked at the other Half-Saints and said, "Six hundred years ago, the Barbarian Race marched south to attack our Great Xuan."

"At that time, they concealed a summoning ritual within our Great Xuan. This ritual was hidden extremely deeply. Only now, when it was activated, did I manage to trace the faintest clue."

"This summoning ritual should be related to the Moon Tribe's Pure Shamans!"

"Is the Moon Tribe secretly assisting the Barbarian Race?" one Half-Saint asked, killing intent showing on his face.

Han Changli shook his head. "It doesn't seem so! This is a blood-sacrifice method. According to what Yu Jia of the Moon Tribe said last time, this should be one of the secrets lost by the Moon Tribe after the Sun Moon Conflict."

After speaking, Han Changli's expression turned solemn. "Pass on my order to Xin Jiaxuan. No matter what, contact Yu Jia of the Moon Tribe and ask them to try to stop this. Our human race owes the Moon Tribe a debt for saving our lives."