Xiao Hua suddenly understood. Zi Ming's words rose again in Xiao Hua's heart: "Ancient lore says that this Moon Weeping was originally the divine eye of Great God Houtu. Beneath its blood-red light, it searches all of Meng Mountain for right and wrong, gratitude and grudges, wiping out and washing clean every trace of yin evil. Many of Houtu Village's sacrificial rites are held on Sacrifice Night! Even if my Soul Falling Lamp were lit at this time, it would easily receive Great God Houtu's blessing, perhaps without even needing the village elder to act! When Great God Houtu's divine eye opens, Great God Houtu's embrace opens as well. If they can throw themselves into Great God Houtu's embrace then, they will surely gain Great God Houtu's mercy, preserving the spiritual awareness of these descendants of Meng Mountain from perishing, so that when they are reborn, they will still retain the memories of this life."
Xiao Hua thought to himself, *Of course... Zi Ming was right, because there was already a living example in this Xiao's space: Nuo Yeqing, the reincarnation of Master Ke Qin! But Moon Sacrifice's most fundamental purpose was not this. It was Moon Weeping... watching the wandering souls scattered throughout the Wumeng Mountain Range return to Great God Houtu's embrace! Just as Fairy Hongxia said, it was like the Ghost Festival of the Dao Sect on Xiaoyu Continent. On the day of the Ghost Festival, the Gate of Nine Nether opens, a hundred ghosts roam the mountains, and all things shun them! The most wonderful part was... Great God Houtu's Netherworld Blood Sea seemed to lie at Houtu Village, precisely on the other side of this Heaven and Earth Restriction. If the wandering souls of the Wumeng Mountain Range wished to pass over, they had no