It was a complete ancient city, suspended in the clouds. People coming and going in the city were all wearing silver-white robes with moon patterns imprinted on their foreheads.
And at the highest point of the ancient city, a bright moon hangs eternally, casting a cool light.
In the picture, a woman stands on the altar, holding a scepter, and seems to be performing some kind of ceremony.
Her face was blurry, but Wei Xiang immediately remembered who that person was.
Lunar eclipse!
"The Moon Clan!" Wei Xiang stared blankly at the illusory scene, "This is the remains of the Moon Clan!"
Her fingertips clenched unconsciously. The broken walls and ruins did not immediately allow her to connect this place with the Moon Clan she saw in the environment.
It was not until she saw what she had seen in the illusion again that she finally understood why it felt so familiar.
"The Fuyao Secret Realm is the ruins of the Moon Clan."
She looked around again, and those tribesmen who died tragically seemed to be right in front of her.
Their bodies seemed to be lying on the ground, and the blood had not yet dried.
Li Lingge had heard Wei Xiang talk about the Moon Clan, and he understood the significance of this place to Wei Xiang.
Although the Moon Clan had long since disappeared, Wei Xiang, as the last saint of the Moon Clan, carried a burden far heavier than he had imagined.
"Do the Ancient Gods really still exist?"
Even though he had been in the divine realm for some time, he still had not heard anything about the ancient gods.
They definitely existed, but no one seems to know where they are now.
Wei Xiang shook her head. Even she had never seen a real ancient god.
She only remembered one name, Yao!
Wei Xiang's fingertips gently rested on Li Lingge's wrist and pulled him onto the altar.
The moon-white jade feels cool to the touch, yet it faintly reveals a hint of warm divine power.
"On the Moon Clan's altar, there's a chance to comprehend the Moon Clan's techniques." Her voice was exceptionally clear in the silent ruins. "As for what you can comprehend, it all depends on your luck."
"I also left a piece of enlightenment grass."
She stuffed a lush and green magical medicine into Li Lingge's hand and began to prepare for the sacrifice.
Li Lingge caught the Enlightenment Grass, somewhat caught off guard.
"I'm not from the Moon Clan, so how can I comprehend the Moon Clan's techniques?"
Wei Xiang paused slightly, and under the moonlight, the tip of her ear was quietly stained with a hint of crimson.
"A husband of the Moon Clan." Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "He is naturally considered a member of the Moon Clan."
These words were like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Li Lingge's heart.
He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.
"I see."
Without asking any more questions, he sat down cross-legged and placed the Enlightenment Grass in his palm to refine it. The Dao patterns on the grass leaves turned into starlight and merged into his brow.
Wei Xiang walked slowly towards the center of the altar. Her steps were light and solemn, as if following some ancient rhythm.
After standing still, she closed her eyes and recalled the scene of the lunar eclipse sacrifice.
Raise your hand and make a seal.
The fingertips drew silver-white tracks in the void, and each line accurately reproduced the sacrificial runes in memory.
As she moved, the pattern of the waning moon on the altar gradually lit up, and wisps of cold moonlight fell from the void and lingered around her.
Li Lingge stood aside, his eyes reflecting the bright light.
He had never seen Wei Xiang like this before, sacred, aloof, yet inexplicably eye-catching.
Wei Xiang folded his hands over his heart, opened his lips slightly, and chanted an obscure and ancient spell.
Every syllable caused the altar to resonate, the pattern of the waning moon lit up completely, and a column of silver-white light shot up into the sky, piercing through the sky!
Above the sky, an illusory bright moon appeared faintly, reflecting the altar.
The moonlight was like a waterfall, enveloping the two of them.
Li Lingge felt a cool power surging into his body, blending with the effect of the Enlightenment Grass, outlining countless mysterious trajectories in his sea of consciousness.
That is the inheritance of the Moon Clan!
At the same time, Wei Xiang's sacrifice has reached the most critical moment.
Her hair moved without wind, and a silver-white moon pattern gradually appeared on her forehead.
When the pattern was fully revealed, the entire altar shook violently, and a beam of moonlight that was even more condensed than before completely enveloped the two of them!
In this bright light, Li Lingge saw clearly.
Silver threads extended from Wei Xiang's fingertips and gently wrapped around his wrist.
The silver-white spiritual bond thread flowed between the two people's skin, emitting a faint glow.
Her breathing was slightly stagnant, and she could clearly feel the power of the spiritual contract.
That was no ordinary contract, but the Moon Clan's most ancient bond, which could only be formed by the destined ones.
Where the silver threads were entwined, the two people's consciousness blended like water and milk, and their thoughts could communicate without words.
Li Lingge concentrated for a moment and felt that Wei Xiang's heartbeat was slightly irregular and the tips of his ears were burning.
And Wei Xiang could also sense that beneath his seemingly calm and handsome face, his heart was not so calm.
As the moonlight grew brighter, the figures of the two gradually became blurred in the beam of light.
The enlightenment grass in his palm turned into starlight and dissipated, but Li Lingge's sea of consciousness spread out like a vast galaxy.
The moonlight fell and condensed into frost around his body. Every ray of light seemed to have spirituality, quietly seeping into his meridians and resonating with his consciousness.
In a trance, he seemed to be in a boundless silver world.
Above the sky, a huge bright moon hangs high, and countless flowing runes appear on the surface of the moon. They are the mark of the Moon Clan's heritage.
Li Lingge's consciousness shuttled through the area like a swimming fish, and was suddenly attracted by a dark silver pattern.
The pattern resembled two intertwined snakes, glowing eerily in the moonlight.
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