Xiao Hua looked at Fairy Hongxia. A faint blood-red glow spilled across her ** face, making her look rather eerie, while an indescribable ** flashed from her dark-red eyes!
"Hiss—" Xiao Hua sucked in a cold breath. Frowning slightly, he examined her carefully again, only then realizing that Fairy Hongxia's face was very calm, and her gaze was equally indifferent. It was merely the blood-red color reflecting into her black eyes that had created such an illusion.
Xiao Hua even looked at Ziming again, and she was the same.
"Other than Great God Houtu's Sacrifice Night, what other use does this Moon Weeping have?" Xiao Hua's heart stirred, and he asked again.
"This..." Ziming hesitated slightly before saying, "According to ancient legend, this Moon Weeping was originally Great God Houtu's divine eye. Beneath its bloody light, it searches all of Meng Mountain for right and wrong, gratitude and grudges, wiping out and washing away every trace of evil. Many of Houtu Village's sacrificial rites are held during Sacrifice Night! If my Soul Falling Lamp were lit at such a time, it would surely be easier to receive Great God Houtu's blessing, perhaps even without the old shaman needing to act!"
"Mhm, hearing you say that, I am reminded of our Dao Sect's Ghost Festival!" Fairy Hongxia interjected. "On Ghost Festival, the Gate of Nine Nether opens, a hundred ghosts roam the mountains, and all things shrink away in avoidance!"
Ziming was somewhat displeased upon hearing this, but after looking at Xiao Hua, she said nothing. After a moment, she continued, "When Great God Houtu's divine eye opens, it is also when Great God Houtu's embrace opens wide. If one can enter Great God Houtu's embrace then, one will surely receive Great God Houtu's pity, preserving the spiritual consciousness of Meng